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Yoongi Comes Home Late
Jimin sat on the couch, staring at the untouched dinner he had prepared hours ago. His fingers tapped impatiently against the armrest as he glanced at the clock for the hundredth time. It was already past 9 PM, and Yoongi still hadn’t come home.
He said he’d be back soon! Jimin thought, his frustration growing. He had called Yoongi earlier, and the older man assured him that he would leave after his last meeting. But here Jimin was, waiting.
Just as he was about to call again, the sound of the front door unlocking made him jolt up. The moment Yoongi stepped inside, looking exhausted with his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up, Jimin crossed his arms and glared.
"You're late," Jimin stated, his tone sharp.
Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, baby. I’m sorry. The meetings kept dragging on, and then—"
"You promised you’d be home soon," Jimin interrupted, stepping closer. "Did you even eat?"
Yoongi hesitated for a second, which was enough of an answer for Jimin. His frown deepened.
"You didn’t, did you?" Jimin huffed, turning on his heel and walking toward the kitchen.
"Baby, I was really busy—"
"That's always your excuse!" Jimin snapped, grabbing the plate he had prepared earlier and setting it on the table with a little more force than necessary. "Sit. Eat."
Yoongi sighed but didn’t argue. He knew Jimin was mad because he was worried. He pulled out a chair and obediently started eating, feeling a bit guilty when he realized just how hungry he was.
Jimin sat across from him, watching closely. His arms were still crossed, his pout deepening every time Yoongi took a bite.
"You overwork yourself too much," Jimin muttered after a while. "You keep saying you’ll take care of yourself, but you never do."
Yoongi put his spoon down and looked at Jimin with soft eyes. "I’m sorry, love. I know you worry, but some days are just... hectic."
Jimin exhaled, his anger fading a little. "I don’t like waiting for you like this."
Yoongi reached across the table and took Jimin’s hand in his. "I know. And I’ll try to come home earlier, I promise."
Jimin bit his lip, his resolve weakening under Yoongi’s gentle gaze. "You better," he mumbled.
Yoongi chuckled, bringing Jimin’s hand to his lips for a soft kiss. "I love you, Baby."
Jimin’s cheeks tinged pink, but he still tried to act mad. "Just finish your food, Mr. Mafia."
Yoongi smirked. "Yes, dear."
Jimin rolled his eyes, but his heart felt a little lighter now that Yoongi was finally home, safe and sound.
