YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part - 37 ?

Jimin, sensing the shift in the air, caught the movement in the mirror and turned abruptly. His eyes widened slightly, surprised to find Yoongi standing so close—closer than usual, closer than necessary.

"Yoongi—" Jimin started, but before he could question him, Yoongi moved again.

With slow, deliberate intent, Yoongi reached out, his fingers gently curling around Jimin’s wrist, pulling him up and against his chest.

Jimin stiffened, his hands instinctively pressing against Yoongi’s chest to create space. But Yoongi didn’t let go.

His grip was firm, yet not forceful—possessive, yet careful.

His dark eyes softened as they traced Jimin’s features, taking in every little detail—the flutter of his lashes, the way his breath hitched, the way his lips glistened as if still damp from his shower.

A thumb brushed against Jimin’s cheek, his touch light as a feather.

"You're beautiful," Yoongi murmured, almost in awe.

Jimin swallowed, his heart thudding painfully against his ribs. No. No, this isn’t right.

But then—

Yoongi’s grip tightened around his waist, drawing him closer until their bodies were pressed together. His other hand slid up, resting against the nape of Jimin’s neck, his fingers tangling lightly in his damp hair.

Jimin barely had a second to react before Yoongi leaned in.

The touch of Yoongi’s lips against his was soft, testing, careful—like he was tasting something he had been craving for far too long.

Jimin froze.

His breath hitched, his body betraying him by standing still for a split second too long.

But then—

Reality hit.

A sharp pang shot through his chest, his mind screaming at him.

No.

With a force he didn’t know he had, Jimin shoved Yoongi away.

Yoongi stumbled back slightly, caught off guard. His eyes widened, shock flickering through them.

But Jimin—

Jimin was furious.

His breathing was heavy, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His gaze burned with something raw, something Yoongi couldn't quite decipher.

And then, without a word—

Jimin turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Leaving behind a bewildered Yoongi, standing in the middle of the room, wondering what just went wrong.

After the tense moment in the bedroom, Yoongi forced himself to move on with his morning routine. His hands went through the motions—showering, getting dressed, slipping on his watch—but his mind was elsewhere. The memory of Jimin pushing him away replayed like a broken record, leaving a dull ache in his chest.