YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part - 44 ?

Jimin giggled, running his fingers through Yoongi’s hair. “Of course, Hyung. That’s what husbands are for.”

Yoongi smirked before pulling Jimin closer, their lips mere inches apart. “Then let me make it up to you, my love.”

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm golden hues across the room, highlighting the tenderness in Yoongi’s gaze as he looked at Jimin, who sat comfortably on his lap. The world outside was silent, but in this moment, everything was alive between them—every glance, every touch, every breath.

Jimin’s silver, see-through shirt draped elegantly over his frame, barely concealing the warmth of his skin. His damp hair framed his delicate features, and his black shorts rode up slightly as he shifted closer to Yoongi, his arms loosely wrapped around his husband's neck.

Yoongi studied him with quiet admiration, his fingers gently tracing along Jimin's jaw. His touch was featherlight, as if he were afraid to break something so precious.

"You know," Yoongi murmured, his voice a soft caress, "your eyes are like galaxies. I could lose myself in them for eternity and still find new wonders every time I look."

Jimin’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, his lips parting slightly in surprise. No matter how many times Yoongi spoke to him like this, it always made his heart race. "You always know just what to say," he whispered, a bashful smile tugging at his lips.

Yoongi’s hand moved higher, brushing against the tip of Jimin’s nose, his thumb ghosting over it playfully. "And this nose," he continued, his tone laced with warmth, "it's like a touch of artistry, perfectly complementing the masterpiece that is your face."

Jimin giggled softly, the sound like music in the quiet room. "You're too much, Mr. Min."

Yoongi only smirked, his eyes glinting with affection. His fingers caressed Jimin’s cheeks next, his thumb stroking the soft skin there.

"These cheeks," Yoongi said in a hushed voice, "hold the blush of your emotions, and I cherish every shade of you."

Jimin’s laughter subsided, replaced by a gentle sigh of contentment. "You always make me feel so cherished," he admitted, his gaze shimmering with emotion.

Yoongi’s hands moved with purpose, his fingers finding the delicate curve of Jimin’s ears. He traced them slowly, as if memorizing their shape. "Even your ears," he murmured, voice filled with admiration, "they’re a testament to the attention to detail that went into crafting you."

Jimin’s breath hitched at the sincerity of Yoongi’s words. He had never thought about his ears in that way, but now, with Yoongi’s soft touch and tender praise, they felt like something to be treasured.

"You have a way of making me feel special," Jimin whispered, "even in the smallest of ways."

Yoongi smiled, his fingers threading through Jimin’s hair, letting the silky strands slip between them. "And your hair," he mused, voice dropping lower, "is like silk—a cascade of beauty that frames the essence of who you are."

Jimin leaned into the touch, closing his eyes briefly as Yoongi’s fingertips massaged his scalp gently. It felt so comforting, so intimate.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Yoongi cupped Jimin’s face, his thumbs grazing the soft skin of his cheeks before coming to rest on his lips. His gaze darkened slightly, filled with something deeper, something raw.

"And these lips," Yoongi whispered, his voice laced with something unspoken, "they speak words that bring me solace and joy. They hold the power to bring me to my knees with a single smile."