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Unexpected News
Mrs. Min’s eyes twinkled with excitement as she clasped her hands together, looking at the young men seated at the dining table. “So, we have good news and a surprise for all of you!” she announced cheerfully.
Jungkook, who had been lazily poking at his food, immediately perked up. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned forward. “Oh? Really? What is it, Mom?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.
Jimin, on the other hand, kept his head down, silently praying that whatever the “surprise” was, it wouldn’t involve him too much. He wasn’t in the mood for any more shocks today.
Mrs. Min beamed, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “Well, the good news is… you’re all going to Switzerland for your honeymoon!” she exclaimed.
The moment those words left her lips, Jimin choked—again.
His throat burned as he coughed violently, struggling to catch his breath. Why did the universe hate him today?
“Chim! Are you okay?” Taehyung asked worriedly, quickly handing him another glass of water. He rubbed Jimin’s back in an attempt to soothe him, his brows furrowed in concern.
Jungkook’s jaw dropped. His spoon clattered onto his plate as he stared at his mother in shock. “Wait… what?”
Yoongi, who had been eating peacefully up until now, suddenly stopped. His chopsticks froze mid-air, and for a split second, his sharp gaze flickered with something unreadable. But he quickly masked his reaction, setting his utensils down with an expressionless face.
However, when his eyes landed on Jimin, who was still coughing and clearly panicking, his gaze softened. Without hesitation, Yoongi reached out.
One hand began gently caressing Jimin’s back, his movements slow and soothing. His other hand slid over Jimin’s smaller one, holding it firmly yet tenderly.
Jimin stiffened.
His heart stumbled over itself at the unexpected warmth. The way Yoongi’s thumb lazily stroked his skin sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.
“Baby, are you alright?” Mrs. Min’s worried voice broke through the tense moment.
Jimin swallowed thickly, nodding weakly. “H-Hmm… I’m f-fine,” he stammered, barely able to get the words out.
But just as he thought he could finally compose himself, Yoongi leaned in—his breath ghosting over Jimin’s ear as he whispered in a voice so low, only Jimin could hear.
“Eat properly, doll.”
Jimin felt his breath hitch.
“You’re choking so much today, and I haven’t even done anything yet.”
Jimin’s eyes widened in sheer horror.
“Be careful.” Yoongi’s voice dipped even lower, a husky timbre laced with amusement and something darkly teasing.
