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A Battle of Stubborn Hearts
The room felt smaller now, tighter, as if the walls had shrunk around them the moment they stepped inside. The lingering tranquility of the beach was nowhere to be found—only the weight of their history and the tension that neither of them had the energy to ignore.
Jimin could still feel the ocean breeze on his skin, the sound of the waves lulling him into a rare moment of peace—until now.
His gaze flickered toward the bed, then the couch.
No.
He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t pretend that things were normal, that sharing a bed with Yoongi—the man who had taken him, married him against his will, and tangled him in a web of emotions he didn’t understand—was something he was ready for.
His fingers curled into the fabric of his clothes, his resolve hardening.
"I don’t want to share the bed with you," Jimin said, voice soft but firm.
Yoongi, who had just removed his coat, froze. His dark eyes flicked to Jimin in quiet surprise, as if those words had caught him off guard.
Then, his brows furrowed.
"Doll, why?"
His voice was low, calm, but laced with something unreadable.
Jimin lifted his chin slightly, refusing to waver. "I just don’t, Yoongi."
A sigh left the mafia boss’s lips, his frustration slowly bubbling to the surface. He tossed his coat onto the chair before turning fully to Jimin, arms crossing over his chest.
"Jimin," he said, tone carefully measured. "We literally just spent the evening together. Walking side by side. Holding hands. And now, suddenly, you need space?"
Jimin’s lips pressed together in a thin line. He knew this was coming. He knew Yoongi would pick apart his logic, challenge him, push him to answer things he wasn’t ready to say out loud.
So he stood his ground.
"It’s not sudden," Jimin bit back, stubbornly avoiding his gaze. "It’s how I’ve felt this entire time."
Yoongi exhaled a slow breath, his fingers tapping against his arm as if trying to hold himself back. "So you need space from your own husband now?"
Jimin’s patience snapped. His eyes flashed, anger simmering beneath the surface.
"Oh, so I hope you remember in what circumstances we got married," he retorted, voice laced with bitterness. "Or do you conveniently forget that part?"
Yoongi’s jaw tightened, a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.
"I haven’t forgotten," he said, voice low, controlled, but there was something dangerous beneath it, something raw. "I don’t regret it either."
