Professor ~ Yoonmin ff~

Jimin’s POV:

I could feel Yoongi’s presence the moment he stepped into the room. My heart raced, but I kept my gaze down, trying to act like I wasn’t waiting for him to say something.

I had been avoiding him for the past month, too hurt to face him. Every time I saw him, the memories of that day—the kiss, the confession—came rushing back. The way he had pushed me away.

But now, sitting here in his house with our parents, everything felt... wrong. I hadn’t expected it to be like this. I hadn’t expected to feel this way.

As soon as Yoongi stepped into the living room, I could feel my heart shattering all over again. I had been waiting for him to come to me, to say something, but he hadn’t.

I was too proud to admit it, but I missed him. I missed everything about him. The way he looked at me, the way he made me laugh, the way he cared about me even when he pretended not to.

But now, seeing him here, my resolve started to break. My chest tightened as I forced myself to stay calm, but I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I couldn’t look at him. Not when I knew how much pain I had caused him, how much I had hurt him with my distance.

But I had to do this. I had to let him go, even if it tore me apart.

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Yoongi’s POV:

The room felt suffocating. My parents were talking to Jimin’s parents like everything was normal, but nothing felt normal. I could feel the tension hanging in the air, thick and uncomfortable.

Jimin wouldn’t even look at me. He didn’t speak, didn’t acknowledge my presence, and it hurt more than anything else. But the worst part wasn’t that.

It was the fact that I knew I had let him go.

I had pushed him away, thinking I was protecting him. But now, I saw the mistake I had made. I saw the way Jimin was avoiding me, how he was trying to keep his distance.

It hurt, more than I cared to admit. But I had made my choice.

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Jimin’s POV:

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Yoongi spoke. His voice was quieter than usual, his words laced with sadness.

"Jimin," he said softly, his gaze finally meeting mine. His eyes were filled with something I couldn’t place—regret? Longing? "Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you... why didn’t you just come to me?"

I didn’t know how to answer.

How could I?

I was scared. Scared that he would push me away again. Scared that I would ruin everything again.

"I... I don’t know," I whispered, my voice shaky. "I didn’t want to make things worse. I didn’t want to hurt you more."

Yoongi walked closer to me, his face filled with pain. He reached out, and for the first time in weeks, his hand brushed against mine, sending a spark of warmth through my chest.

"I hurt you, Jimin," Yoongi whispered. "I made the biggest mistake of my life. And I’m sorry. I don’t care about the rules anymore. I just want you. Can we fix this? Can we start over?"

And with that, Jimin finally let the tears fall.