YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part - 37 ?

Jimin was still on the couch, his injured leg aching, but the pain in his heart weighed heavier. The house was quiet, save for the faint ticking of the clock, each second stretching into eternity.

Then, a knock on the door.

Despite the discomfort, Jimin pulled himself up and limped toward the entrance. When he opened it, he found Yoongi standing there, looking as composed as ever—yet there was something in his eyes, something unreadable.

Yoongi’s gaze quickly dropped to Jimin’s leg. The second he saw the blood staining his skin, his face changed, his usual calmness replaced by concern.

“What happened, baby? Are you okay?” Yoongi stepped inside quickly, his brows knitting together.

Jimin turned away without answering and started limping back to the couch. But before he could reach it, Yoongi was already beside him, steadying him by the arm and helping him sit down gently.

“Tell me,” Yoongi demanded, his voice softer now.

Jimin sighed, brushing it off. “It’s nothing. Just a small accident. You don’t have to worry.” His tone was flat, distant, as if he was talking to a stranger.

Yoongi didn’t like that.

“No, Jimin, it’s bleeding.” Yoongi knelt before him, reaching for the first-aid box on the table. “Let me take care of it.”

Jimin wanted to protest, but the words never came. Instead, he watched as Yoongi carefully lifted his leg onto his lap and began cleaning the wound.

His hands were so gentle.

It confused Jimin. This was the same man who had kidnapped him, who had held a gun without hesitation, who had killed a man without blinking. And yet, here he was, tending to his wounds like he was the most fragile thing in the world.

Jimin swallowed hard. No. This is fake. He doesn’t care.

But Yoongi did.

After applying the ointment and bandaging the wound with delicate precision, Yoongi finally looked up, his lips parting as if to say something.

Then, it happened.

Yoongi stood up too fast, his leg hitting the edge of the table. He stumbled forward, and before he could catch himself, he fell onto Jimin—his lips accidentally pressing against Jimin’s.

A kiss.

Brief, unintentional… but real.

Jimin’s breath hitched. His heart raced. But the shock turned into anger in a second, and he pushed Yoongi away—hard.

“How dare you touch me like that?!” Jimin snapped, his voice sharp as a blade.

Yoongi blinked in confusion, taking a step back. “Jimin, it was an acc—”

“Oh, I know what it was!” Jimin cut him off, his eyes burning with fury. “You think you can have your way with me whenever you please? Oh, right, because you’re the great mafia boss! You can do whatever the hell you want, can’t you?”