That Kind of Love / Yoonmin

.... "Jimin... can you not say things like that?" His voice barely made it out of him. "Every time you say you're lost... every time you say you needed me... it feels like I murdered something I was meant to protect. Do you even understand what kind of hell that is to live with?"

Jimin didn't blink. Didn't flinch. His eyes, glassy and exhausted, "Then why did you?" His voice was brittle, like the kind of whisper that knew it wouldn't survive the silence that came after. "Why did you let go of the only person who looked at you like a prayer he didn't deserve to say aloud? Was my devotion that heavy, hyung?"

Yoongi gave a small, breathless laugh - "Because I was scared, okay? Scared that one day you'd look at me and wonder why you ever stayed. That you'd find someone younger. Brighter. Someone who didn't carry a history of failure in his eyes. And I'd become exactly what I feared - forgotten. And the worst part?" He looked at him. "It kept happening. Again. And again. You left. You loved. You moved on."

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What happens when the golden boy-polished, perfect, and painfully adored-crosses paths with someone who makes him question everything? What if love isn't about promises or forever, but about the way someone teaches you to breathe again? No one said fate would be kind. But sometimes, the most unforgettable- are the ones that were never meant to be explained-.