Threads of fate

Chapter 10

Jungkook’s words died on his lips. His heart shattered as Jin’s voice grew more insistent, trying to push him away, trying to protect him from something he couldn’t even understand. Every word that fell from Jin’s lips was a brick wall being built between them, separating him from the person he had trusted most, the one who had always been there for him.

Jungkook nodded, though his throat felt tight. He couldn’t bring himself to speak. He couldn’t say anything in response to Jin’s rejection, so he simply turned around, his vision blurred by the tears that threatened to spill over. His feet moved on their own, and before he knew it, he was outside Jin’s room, walking down the hallway, away from the place he had once felt safe.

He didn’t stop until he was in his own room, slamming the door behind him. He collapsed onto his bed, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as the tears finally came, tears that he had been holding back for so long. He didn’t care that he was crying. He didn’t care if anyone heard. The pain in his heart was too much to bear, the weight of Jin’s words too heavy for him to process.

Jungkook had confessed, but Jin had rejected him. And now, all he could do was cry in the silence of his room, the loneliness of the rejection settling deep within him. He had given Jin his heart, only for it to be gently pushed away, dismissed as something fleeting, something unimportant. The love he felt seemed so insignificant in Jin’s eyes, and Jungkook wasn’t sure how to deal with the pain of that realization.

As the night stretched on, Jungkook’s sobs grew quieter, but the ache in his chest never left. He tried to convince himself that he would get over this, that he would forget about Jin’s rejection with time, but deep down, he knew that the feelings he had for Jin weren’t something that could be easily erased. They were too real, too deep. And no matter how much Jin tried to push him away, they would always be there.

The pain of rejection would stay with him, but in time, Jungkook hoped he would find a way to move forward, to heal from the hurt that now consumed him.

The sound of Jungkook’s footsteps faded down the hallway, his presence slowly disappearing from the room where Jin had just rejected him. A hollow silence filled the air. Jin stood frozen for a moment, his hand still resting on the door handle, his mind reeling from the weight of what had just happened. His chest felt tight, suffocating from the emotions he had tried so hard to suppress, but the moment Jungkook had left, they all came rushing to the surface.

Jin slowly closed the door, his body feeling heavy, like the weight of his own heart was pulling him down. His breath hitched as tears began to blur his vision, and he could no longer hold them back. He slid down to the floor, his back against the wall, unable to stop himself from crying. The anguish he felt was almost unbearable—he had pushed Jungkook away, the one person he had begun to care for deeply, and in doing so, he had torn apart something beautiful that could’ve been. He didn’t want to hurt Jungkook, but the words had spilled out of him before he could stop them. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t let himself cross that line.

Before Jin could collect himself, the soft creak of the door signaled someone’s entrance. Suga stepped into the room, his face already etched with understanding. He didn’t need to ask what had happened. He had known from the very beginning that Jin had been slowly falling for Jungkook, even before Jungkook had realized it himself. He had seen the small gestures, the way Jin’s eyes softened when he looked at Jungkook, the quiet affection in his actions that spoke louder than words. But now, the consequences of Jin’s own hesitation had taken their toll.

“You’re crying,” Suga said quietly, sitting down beside Jin. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable ache in his words.

Jin wiped his face, trying to mask the tears that had stained his cheeks. “I had to do it, Yoongi. I had to push him away… I couldn’t let him be involved in something like this. He deserves someone his age, someone who can give him what he needs, not someone like me… too old, too complicated.”

Suga sighed, leaning back against the wall, his gaze fixed on the floor as he considered Jin’s words. “I get that you think you’re doing the right thing, but you’re wrong, Jin.” He paused, his voice softening. “You love him. You’ve loved him for a long time, even before he realized what was happening. I don’t understand why you pushed him away like that. You’ve known how he feels, and you’ve been giving him mixed signals, and now... you’ve hurt him. And yourself. What’s the point in protecting him if it’s only going to hurt him more?”

Jin didn’t answer right away, instead staring blankly at the floor. He knew Suga was right. He had pushed Jungkook away because of his own insecurities, because of his fear that his age and everything else that made him different from Jungkook would stand in the way of their connection. But deep down, he knew yoongi was right—the feelings between them couldn’t be ignored forever.

Few days later Jungkook tried to immerse himself in spending time with his friends from his age group, hoping that distancing himself from Jin might help him move on. He spent time with other members of BTS who were closer to his age, like Taehyung, Jimin and even a few outside friends from the entertainment industry. They would go out for dinners, attend gatherings, or just spend time having fun. Jimin, being someone who shared a lot of Jungkook’s interests, would often invite him to go for dance practice or even have deep conversations about their dreams and aspirations. V, with his playful nature, would take Jungkook on spontaneous adventures, showing him different aspects of life outside of their idol duties.

Despite all this, Jungkook couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. When they were out, laughing and enjoying themselves, his thoughts often drifted back to Jin. It didn’t matter where he was or who he was with; Jin’s face, his voice, his smile were never far from his mind.

Jungkook had felt something real, something powerful, and despite Jin’s rejection, he couldn’t just let it go. His heart still yearned for him, and no matter how much time he spent with others, no one could fill the void that Jin had left. He tried distracting himself, but it always came back to Jin.

After a long while, Jungkook picked up his phone, his fingers hovering over Jin’s contact. He thought about texting him, reaching out, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he put the phone back down and leaned back against his pillow, his heart heavy. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that things would get easier with time, the pain in his chest never subsided. He still wanted Jin, and nothing else seemed to matter.

Days passed, and Jungkook did his best to carry on with his routine. But every time he saw Jin, every time their eyes met, his heart would race, and the feelings he thought he had suppressed would come rushing back. His attempts to forget were futile.

Meanwhile, Jin was struggling too. He saw Jungkook’s distance, the sadness in his eyes when they spoke, and it was killing him. He had thought that by rejecting Jungkook, he would be doing what was best for him. But now, he couldn’t shake the guilt. He missed Jungkook’s presence, the warmth he brought to the room, the playful moments they shared. And yet, Jin remained distant, convinced that he had done the right thing.

But deep down, both of them knew they couldn’t go on pretending. Jungkook could no longer bury his feelings, and Jin couldn’t continue to push him away. They were both trapped in their own fears—Jungkook in his uncertainty and Jin in his own self-doubt.

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