YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part - 26 ?

Soon, breakfast was ready, and they carried the plates to the dining table, where Jungkook was already seated, scrolling through his phone.

At the Dining Table

Everyone settled down, except for Yoongi. His absence was noticed immediately.

“Chim, where’s Hyung?” Jungkook asked, looking up from his phone.

Jimin swallowed, his fingers tightening around his fork. “Umm, he actually—”

Before he could finish, the sound of footsteps interrupted him.

“I’m here.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat as Yoongi’s deep voice filled the space. He turned his head just in time to see Yoongi walking toward the table. His presence was commanding, as always, even in the morning with slightly tousled hair and a composed expression. Without another word, Yoongi pulled out the chair beside Jimin and sat down.

For a brief moment, his gaze flickered toward Jimin—sharp yet unreadable—before he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Jimin’s stomach twisted uncomfortably. He tried to focus on his food, but the weight of Yoongi’s presence beside him made it impossible. He felt tense, on edge, afraid that at any moment, the night’s incident would resurface in conversation. He wanted to tell Taehyung and Jungkook everything, but the words got stuck in his throat.

So, he stayed silent.

The meal continued with casual conversation between Jungkook and Taehyung, but Jimin barely registered any of it. His mind was elsewhere, tangled in uncertainty and fear.

Once breakfast was over, Jungkook and Yoongi both got up from the table, preparing to leave for the office.

“See you later,” Jungkook said, ruffling Taehyung’s hair before grabbing his coat.

Yoongi, meanwhile, simply adjusted his watch and glanced at Jimin once more before heading toward the door.

Jimin exhaled quietly, feeling both relieved and exhausted. He watched as the front door closed behind them, and for the first time that morning, he allowed his shoulders to relax slightly.

But the unease still lingered.

And he knew this wasn’t over.

In the Kitchen – Vmin’s Moment

Jimin stood by the sink, scrubbing the last of the dishes while Taehyung dried them beside him. The comfortable silence between them was occasionally broken by the sound of running water and the clinking of plates. The morning had been exhausting for Jimin—mentally more than physically—but at least with Taehyung, he felt a little lighter.

But that moment of peace didn’t last long.

“So, Chim,” Taehyung suddenly spoke, a teasing smirk creeping onto his lips. “How was your first night with your husband?”

Jimin’s hand froze mid-wash. His grip on the glass he was holding slackened, and before he could react, it slipped from his fingers and crashed into the sink, shattering into pieces.

“Chim!” Taehyung gasped, immediately setting the towel aside and stepping closer. “What happened? Are you all right?” His voice was laced with worry as he reached for Jimin’s wrist, checking for any cuts.

Jimin swallowed thickly, his face pale. “I-I’m fine,” he stuttered before forcing out a weak chuckle. “Just slipped out of my hand.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure?”