YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part - 41 ?

Jimin tilted his head, gazing at Yoongi with warmth. "Then I guess… you’ve given me everything."

Yoongi leaned in, capturing Jimin’s lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of everything they had been through—the pain, the care, the love that had only deepened with time.

As they pulled away, Jimin laughed softly, pressing their foreheads together. "I think I like this whole being-loved thing."

Yoongi chuckled, tightening his hold around Jimin’s waist. "Good, because I plan to love you like this for the rest of our lives."

Jimin smiled, his heart swelling.

And for the first time in a long time, he truly believed in happiness.

It had been a while since Jimin fully recovered, and Yoongi decided it was time for a casual date outside. So, they found themselves at a luxury mall, walking hand in hand, enjoying each other’s company.

"Hyung, look at that!" Jimin pointed excitedly toward a clothing store, his eyes sparkling with interest.

Yoongi chuckled, letting Jimin drag him inside. "Alright, alright. Let’s check it out."

As Jimin browsed through the racks, Yoongi stood close behind, watching him with an amused smile. Jimin had a way of making even the simplest things look so adorable.

But then, something changed.

A stranger—a well-dressed, confident-looking man—approached Jimin with a charming smile.

"Excuse me," the man said, his eyes scanning Jimin with obvious interest. "You have a great sense of style. I couldn't help but notice how well that jacket suits you. Are you a model?"

Jimin blinked in surprise, taken aback by the sudden compliment. "Oh, um, no. I just like clothes," he replied politely.

Yoongi, standing a few feet away, narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening.

The man chuckled, his gaze lingering on Jimin a little too long. "Well, you should be. You have the kind of face that would look stunning on a runway."

Jimin smiled awkwardly, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "That’s very kind of you to say—"

Before he could finish, Yoongi stepped forward, positioning himself between Jimin and the stranger. His expression was dark, his body language tense.

"Who the hell are you?" Yoongi’s voice was low and dangerous, his eyes cold.

The man blinked, clearly surprised. "Oh, I was just complimenting—"

"Yeah? Well, don’t." Yoongi’s voice was sharp, his hand reaching out to pull Jimin closer, wrapping a possessive arm around his waist. "He doesn’t need random strangers commenting on his looks."

Jimin’s eyes widened as he felt Yoongi’s grip tighten around him. "Hyung…" he whispered, sensing the tension building.

The man raised his hands in defense. "Relax, dude. I didn’t mean anything by it."

Yoongi scoffed. "Then walk away before I make you."

Jimin immediately turned to face Yoongi, placing his hands on his husband’s chest. "Hyung, stop," he murmured softly, trying to calm him.