YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part - 28 ?

Jimin froze.

What. The. Hell.

His entire body tensed. A hot flush crawled up his neck, and he hated himself for how easily his husband’s words affected him.

Was Yoongi seriously whispering dirty things into his ear—in the middle of breakfast, in front of his parents, and after his mother just announced something as insane as a “honeymoon”?!

Jimin’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions— rage, embarrassment, frustration, and pure, unfiltered regret.

Why was this happening to him?

Why was his food betraying him?

Why was his family giving him shock after shock?

And most importantly, why the hell was Yoongi like this?!

His breathing quickened. His grip on his chopsticks tightened until his knuckles turned white. Fuck.

There was no way he was going to Switzerland. No. Hell no.

A very, very big NO.

But could he do anything about it?

No. No, he couldn’t.

Jimin jerked his hand away from Yoongi’s grasp, quickly sitting up straight in his chair, determined to ignore him.

He was not going to let his husband mess with his already suffering brain today.

"Switzerland?! Wow! Thank you, Mom! We love you!" Taehyung beamed, jumping up to hug Mrs. Min tightly. She chuckled, hugging him back with the same warmth.

Jimin, on the other hand, sat frozen in his seat, his brain struggling to process what he had just heard.

Honeymoon? With Yoongi? In Switzerland?

Just as he was about to protest, Yoongi's hand shot out under the table, gripping his tightly.

The younger flinched, eyes widening at the firm hold. It wasn’t gentle—it was a silent warning. Don’t say a word.

Jimin swallowed nervously. His heart pounded as he attempted to wiggle his hand free, but Yoongi’s grip only tightened.

Mr. Min, noticing Jimin's hesitation, raised a brow. “Jimin, what is it? Did you want to say something?”

Jimin opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, Yoongi cut in smoothly.

“No, Dad. Actually, he’s just so excited.” Yoongi smirked, his voice dripping with amusement. “After all, he’s never been to Switzerland before. And he’s especially excited about our honeymoon. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Jimin stiffened.

His lips parted in disbelief. What the fuck?!

“Aww, how cute!” Mrs. Min cooed at him, smiling brightly.

Jimin wanted to die on the spot.

What part of this was cute?!

Yoongi was lying through his teeth! Excited? Him?! Hell no!

Jimin wanted to scream, wanted to yell at this arrogant mafia jerk who was embarrassing him in front of the entire family. First Taehyung, and now this?!

He clenched his fists under the table, his hate for his so-called husband growing with every passing second.

And to make things worse, Yoongi’s grip on his hand was so damn tight, it actually hurt.

Jimin gritted his teeth and tried to pull away, but Yoongi’s hold remained firm. The older’s thumb lazily stroked the back of his hand, as if to mock him, as if to say, “You’re mine, don’t even think about running.”