YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part - 37 ?

He didn’t eat breakfast. He didn’t bother seeking out Jimin before leaving. Instead, he grabbed his coat and left for the office, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing in the quiet mansion.

With Yoongi and Jungkook gone, the house felt emptier. Jimin and Taehyung sat in the living room, enjoying their rare alone time.

“Let’s go out,” Taehyung suggested suddenly, stretching his arms lazily. “We’ve been stuck inside too much.”

Jimin glanced at him. “Where?”

“The mall, obviously,” Taehyung said with a grin. “We can shop, eat, and just… have fun. No husbands, no stress.”

Jimin hesitated but eventually nodded. Maybe he needed a distraction.

And so, they found themselves strolling through the grand mall, weaving through stores, trying on clothes, and laughing over the most ridiculous outfits. Jimin felt lighter than he had in days.

After a few hours, they finally decided to head back.

“I’ll go get the car,” Taehyung said, tossing the shopping bags into Jimin’s hands with a smirk. “You wait here, my dear prince.”

Jimin rolled his eyes but stayed back, shifting the bags to one hand as he leaned against a pillar near the exit.

That’s when he saw her.

A little girl—no older than six—standing at the edge of the road, her tiny feet inching forward.

Jimin’s heart stilled.

His eyes darted up, and his stomach dropped at the sight of a speeding car approaching her.

Without thinking, he moved.

“Hey—!”

His body reacted before his mind could process the danger. Sprinting forward, he reached her just in time, scooping her up as they tumbled onto the opposite side of the road.

The car sped past, honking loudly, but it was too late—it would’ve hit her.

Jimin’s breathing was harsh, his heart hammering in his chest as he pulled the girl into his arms.

“Are you okay?” he asked urgently, scanning her tiny face for any sign of injury.

Tears welled up in her big brown eyes, but she nodded. “Mhm…”

A frantic pair of footsteps approached.

“My baby!”

A woman knelt beside them, eyes filled with tears as she reached for her daughter. Jimin gently handed the girl over, his legs throbbing as he did so.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” the mother sobbed, holding her child close. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if—”

“She’s safe,” Jimin cut in, his voice soft but firm. “That’s all that matters.”

It was only then that he felt the sharp sting in his leg. He looked down, wincing at the sight of his scraped knee, blood trickling down.