YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part - 41 ?

But Yoongi wasn’t backing down. His eyes burned with jealousy, his entire posture screaming protectiveness.

Jimin sighed, knowing he had to diffuse the situation before it escalated. He gently cupped Yoongi’s face, forcing him to look away from the stranger and focus on him instead.

"Yoongi," Jimin whispered, his voice soothing. "I’m yours, okay? Just yours. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone."

Yoongi’s jaw clenched, his breathing still heavy with frustration. "He was looking at you like—"

"I don’t care how he looked at me," Jimin interrupted, his thumbs stroking Yoongi’s cheeks. "I only care about you."

Yoongi’s grip on Jimin’s waist loosened slightly, his eyes searching Jimin’s face. The sincerity in Jimin’s gaze made his anger slowly fade.

"Let’s go, Hyung," Jimin said softly. "Ignore him. I only want to spend time with you."

After a moment of hesitation, Yoongi sighed, finally relenting. He shot the man one last glare before tightening his hold around Jimin’s waist again.

"Fine," Yoongi muttered, his lips pressing against Jimin’s temple. "But if anyone else looks at you like that, I’m breaking their nose."

Jimin giggled, tugging Yoongi toward the exit. "My possessive husband. So scary."

Yoongi huffed but couldn’t hide the small smirk forming on his lips. "Damn right I am."

As they walked away, Jimin leaned into Yoongi’s side, feeling warmth spread through him.

Yoongi’s jealousy could be intense, but at the end of the day, it only showed how deeply he loved him. And Jimin wouldn’t trade that for anything.

After the little incident at the mall, Yoongi’s possessiveness had mellowed down, and Jimin made sure to keep holding his hand as they walked. To lighten the mood, Jimin suggested stopping by a cozy restaurant he had heard about.

The place was warm and inviting, with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background. The scent of fresh bread and sizzling food filled the air, making Jimin’s stomach rumble.

"Good choice, baby," Yoongi murmured, rubbing Jimin’s back as they were led to a private booth.

Jimin smiled as they settled into their seats, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "See? I have good taste."

Yoongi smirked. "You do, considering you chose me."

Jimin rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight back his blush. "Whatever, Hyung."

Just then, their waitress approached, a bright smile plastered on her face. "Hello! Welcome to our restaurant. My name is Hana, and I'll be serving you today." Her gaze lingered on Yoongi for a moment too long before she continued, "What can I get you, sir?"

Yoongi, oblivious to her tone, glanced at the menu. "I think I’ll have the—"

"You must get asked this a lot, but has anyone told you how attractive you are?" Hana interrupted, twirling a strand of her hair.

Jimin froze, his grip on the menu tightening.

Yoongi blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Uh…"