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The warm afternoon sunlight poured into the Min family's grand living room, casting a golden glow over the polished mahogany table. The air was filled with quiet anticipation as Yoongi sat at the head of the table, his fingers intertwined with Jimin's in a reassuring grip. Across from them, Mr. and Mrs. Min sat attentively, their expressions filled with warmth and curiosity.
Yoongi cleared his throat, his deep voice steady. "Mom, Dad, we need to talk about something important."
Mr. Min leaned forward, his sharp yet kind eyes focusing on his son. "Of course, Yoongi. What's on your mind?"
Yoongi's grip on Jimin's hand tightened slightly as he spoke. "Jimin and I need to move to our mansion for a few days. There are some urgent matters related to... the business that I need to handle personally."
Mrs. Min's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Is everything alright, Yoon baby?" Her voice was gentle but filled with worry.
Yoongi gave her a small smile, appreciating the concern in her voice. "Yes, Mom. It's just something that needs my immediate attention." His jaw tensed for a brief second before he nodded. "Nothing to worry about."
Jimin, sensing the slight shift in Yoongi's mood, squeezed his hand gently. "We'll be careful, Mom. We'll only be gone for a little while," he added, his voice soft but reassuring.
Mr. Min exhaled quietly, exchanging a look with his wife. "Is it related to... your other responsibilities?" He asked carefully, his tone a mixture of understanding and unease.
"Yes," Yoongi admitted without hesitation. "I need to make sure everything is running smoothly. There's no immediate danger, but I can't afford to be careless."
Mrs. Min sighed, reaching across the table to place a comforting hand over her son's. "We trust your judgment, Son. Just promise us you'll be careful."
"I promise, Mom." Yoongi covered her hand with his own, offering a reassuring squeeze.
"We'll be fine," Jimin chimed in with a bright smile. "And we'll come back as soon as everything is settled."
Mr. Min nodded approvingly, his gaze shifting between the two. "Take care of each other."
"Always," Yoongi said, his fingers brushing against Jimin's cheek in a tender gesture.
A sense of understanding filled the room, binding them closer as a family. They weren't just connected by blood, but by trust, love, and a deep understanding of the world they lived in.
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Yoongi's Mansion
The sleek black car pulled up to the grand entrance of the Min mansion. The towering estate stood under the evening sky, its pristine marble reflecting the soft glow of the setting sun. Jimin stepped out first, his eyes taking in the luxurious surroundings.
