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Jimin descended the stairs, his fingers grazing the wooden railing as he stepped into the living room. His eyes landed on Taehyung, who was lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone. But at the sound of footsteps, Taehyung looked up, and the moment his gaze met Jimin’s, a bright smile stretched across his face.
“Oh, you’re here!” Taehyung said cheerfully, setting his phone aside. “Where’s Yoongi-hyung?”
Jimin forced a small smile, masking the unease twisting in his chest. “He’s sleeping,” he replied simply.
Taehyung tilted his head slightly, as if studying Jimin’s expression, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he patted the space next to him. “And how are you, Chim?” he asked, his voice softer now, laced with concern.
“I’m good, Tae. What about you?” Jimin responded, settling onto the couch.
“Same as always,” Taehyung shrugged. “Except Jungkook kept me up late last night talking about—”
Before he could finish, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind, pulling him into a back hug.
“Baby, why did you leave me alone in the room?” Jungkook whined, his voice muffled against Taehyung’s shoulder. “I was looking for you.”
Jimin blinked as he watched Jungkook press a quick kiss to Taehyung’s forehead, his tone completely sulky yet affectionate. Taehyung chuckled, reaching up to pat Jungkook’s cheek.
“You were sleeping, Kook. I didn’t want to wake you up,” he teased.
Jimin shifted uncomfortably, feeling like an intruder amidst the couple’s affectionate moment. He cleared his throat and quickly stood up.
“You guys enjoy. I’ll go make breakfast for all of us,” he said, offering them an easy way to stay lost in their world.
“Jungkook, leave me,” Taehyung laughed, prying himself away from Jungkook’s grip. “Jimin, I’ll help you! Wait for me.”
Jungkook groaned dramatically as Taehyung followed Jimin into the kitchen, but he didn’t protest.
In the Kitchen
The warm aroma of eggs sizzling in the pan filled the air as Jimin carefully flipped them with a spatula. Taehyung leaned against the counter, watching him with a lazy grin.
“You’re really quiet today,” Taehyung noted, breaking the comfortable silence.
Jimin hesitated for a second before forcing a chuckle. “Just tired.”
Taehyung hummed but didn’t push. Instead, he busied himself buttering the toast while Jimin plated the eggs and sausages. The atmosphere was calm, yet Jimin’s thoughts weren’t. His mind kept replaying the events of last night—the fear, the tension, the way his body had trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to tell Taehyung, wanted to share the weight pressing against his chest, but something held him back.
