YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part ~ 11 ?

Taehyung is thinking how can anyone be so handsome and gorgeous, he has seen many people, many models but Jungkook is on another level he's way too handsome that he can't take his eyes off him.

When Jungkook turned his side during his preparation, he noticed Taehyung's eyes on him, It was pretty obvious that the other was looking in his direction for so long because he could feel that, he wondered those eyes whether they were looking at him or through him.

"Why are you staring at that too without blinking am I looking that handsome, so that you can't take your eyes off me". Jungkook asked mischievously while smirking.

The sudden deep voice brought Taehyung out of his thoughts, he realised he had been looking at his partner for a little too long that he got noticed. He immediately averted his eyes and felt embarrassed.

"Sorry I didn't mean to, but yeah you're looking incredibly handsome Indeed". Taehyung replied with a smile. And again they both are lost in each other's ocean eyes.

"Mr. Taehyung, Mr. Jungkook come over here, please".

The two males bought out of their thoughts by the voice of their director and they followed once they received the instructions of the poses. And the photoshoot started, they did all the poses which they were asked to. It was a very different and amazing experience they both had with each other.

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Jimin woke up the next morning in the same unfamiliar bedroom, the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains doing little to bring him any comfort. His body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion, hunger, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

As he lay there staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts spiraled into despair. Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?

Tears welled in his eyes as he pressed his trembling hands together, silently pleading—begging—for someone, anyone, to save him.

"Please… someone get me out of here." His whispered prayer felt like it disappeared into the void.

He didn’t want to be here. Every second in this place felt suffocating.

Taking a shaky breath, he forced himself to sit up, but as soon as he lifted his head, a sharp wave of dizziness crashed over him. Groaning softly, he clutched his head, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the room from spinning. His body was weak, far too weak. He hadn’t eaten in two days—not because food hadn’t been provided, but because he refused to accept anything from them. The mere thought of eating anything they gave him made his stomach churn.

He had been locked himself in this room, isolating himself from everyone, he was refused to step outside even once. But it wasn’t like it made a difference—no one came for him. No one cared.

"Please… someone help me!" he suddenly screamed, voice breaking with desperation. His sobs echoed in the empty room, but no one answered. No one even knocked on the door.

Frustrated, he gripped his hair, his fingers twisting into the strands as more tears slipped down his cheeks. His heart ached—whether from sadness, anger, or pure exhaustion, he didn’t know anymore.

But no matter how much he cried, nothing changed.

Sniffling, he slowly forced himself to stand, his legs trembling under his own weight. He stumbled slightly but managed to hold onto the wall for support before dragging himself toward the attached bathroom.