Jungkook's pov

I turned to Jimin and suggested, "How about you and Yoongi go on a date this evening? You can tell him then... I'll even arrange the date for you guys."

Jimin hesitated, his lips slightly pursed. "I can't. I'll have to be there for Taehyung. I can't leave him alone."

With a smile that masked the undercurrent of sadness in my voice, I reassured him, "Don't worry about Taehyung. He's going on a date this evening. I overheard him talking on the phone."

Jimin's eyes locked onto mine, his expression uncertain. "Fine. I'll go on the date... Are you okay?"

Straightening up, I faked a cheerful tone and a broad smile. "Of course! What would happen to me? I'm amazing!"

I made it sound like I was carefree, but beneath the facade, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions continued to brew. Jimin saw through my facade, and he smiled at me sympathetically. After chatting with Jimin for some time, he left, confirming that I would arrange a date for them in the evening.

As he exited, I sat there alone with my thoughts, contemplating the unintended consequences of my return. The air was heavy with a mix of emotions—guilt, regret, and a tinge of loneliness that I tried to push away. The responsibility I felt for Taehyung's emotional turmoil and Jimin's delayed confession weighed on me.

As I sat on the couch, lost in my thoughts, the door swung open, revealing Yoongi. He walked over and slumped down on the couch next to me. Turning to him, I inquired, "How was your meeting?"

He let out a tired sigh. "It was okay. We signed the deal." I patted his back proudly and rested my head on his shoulder.

After a few moments, I rose from the couch and headed to the kitchen, determined to bring some comfort to Yoongi in the form of a freshly brewed cup of coffee. As I handed it to him, he offered a thankful nod, acknowledging the relief the warm beverage promised.

With Yoongi silently sipping the coffee, the room held a calm atmosphere that begged to be broken. Unable to resist the weight of unspoken thoughts, I mumbled, "Hyung."

Yoongi turned his gaze toward me, a curious expression in his tired eyes. "You didn't tell me you have a boyfriend."

Setting his coffee down, Yoongi shifted his attention fully to me. "You already have a lot going on on your plate. That's why I didn't tell you. But yeah, I have a boyfriend."

I leaned back, intrigued. "How is he? Are you happy with him?"

A soft, content smile played on Yoongi's lips. "He's great... truly amazing. Caring, kind, beautiful. He cares about me a lot..." His eyes lit up with affection as he spoke about Jimin. "His name is-"

"Park Jimin. I know," I interjected, catching Yoongi off guard.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "How did you know his name?"

I responded casually, "I've known him for a long time. He's Taehyung's best friend, after all."

Yoongi held my hands, cradling them gently in his lap as he inquired, "Who is Taehyung? Why did you both seem so close, yet so distant?"

A heavy silence lingered, and I found myself lost in the depths of bittersweet memories. My gaze drifted into the distance, tears welling up in my eyes, as I responded in a trembling voice, "He is him—the one I told you about. The guy who stole my heart and shattered it into pieces." The weight of the past echoed in my words, infusing the moment with a poignant sense of melancholy.

Yoongi's eyes widened, "You fell in love with Kim Taehyung? And Kim Taehyung fell in love with you? The cold, strict, and ruthless CEO fell in love with you? I could have never imagined Taehyung to be the guy you told me all about. From what I have heard from you, he is the complete opposite of Taehyung."

I chuckled sadly, "He is a cold, ruthless CEO now who doesn't give a shit about others. But, when I met him... he was completely different. He was just a small boy, afraid of the big world. Afraid of making mistakes. Afraid of not fulfilling his family's expectations. He was a small boy who was afraid of not being perfect, spending every minute of every day fulfilling his parents' expectations." The weight of the past resurfaced in my words, casting a shadow over the present.

I poured out my emotions, unable to contain the flood of memories. "From the moment I saw him, I had this strong urge to protect him, to cherish him, to love him. And so I did. I showed him what love was. You know, I wanted to do something grand for our first date. After all, I was taking the world's richest teenager out. I wanted to book an expensive hotel and take him out to a candlelight dinner, with expensive wine and soft music. But I couldn't afford all that. You know what he said to me? He said he didn't want all this. He didn't want a grand gesture of love and an expensive dinner.

He didn't want all the fancy things. What he wished for was love, not materialistic things. He told me if he wanted a grand date like this, he would have gone out with the hundreds of girls his dad kept suggesting. He wanted love in simple, sweet gestures. So, our first date occurred on my roof, where we sat on the slant eating street food that I had brought and smoking. All the while, we cherished each other's presence and the beautiful moon. It was the perfect date, for both him and me." The weight of those memories hung in the air, laden with emotions and a tinge of sorrow.

Tears streamed down my face as I spoke, "When I was with him, it was like heaven. I didn't need any food or water. His company was enough to keep me alive and happy. Being with him was the best time of my life. He made me feel like I deserved love like I deserved to be loved.

If only, we had lasted..."

Our rooftop dates, filled with laughter and simple pleasures, echoed in my memory. The scent of street food, the soft glow of the moon, and the shared cigarettes created an intimate world just for us. In those moments, the world outside ceased to exist, and it was just him and me, wrapped in the warmth of our shared affection.

Yoongi embraced me tightly, offering silent comfort as I allowed my emotions to run their course. We sat in that comforting embrace until I managed to regain control over my feelings.

As I pulled away and wiped the remaining tears, I managed a weak smile. "I forgot to tell you earlier, but you have a date with Jimin this evening. Be ready by 6."

Yoongi nodded, a mix of surprise and anticipation flickering in his eyes. The prospect of a date seemed to bring a glimmer of joy to his tired expression, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at arranging this small happiness for him.