~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
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After making dinner he ate his dinner in silent and after doing the dishes Jimin lay on his bed that night, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying Yoongi’s words over and over again.
"I just don’t like when you laugh like that with someone else."
His heart was still beating a little too fast, his chest warm with something he couldn’t quite name.
Yoongi wasn’t the type to say things without meaning them. And the way he said it… it wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t casual. It was real.
Jimin turned onto his side, hugging the pillow.
What did this mean? Was Yoongi just possessive? Or was there something more?
Jimin bit his lip, feeling his cheeks heat up. No, he wasn’t going to overthink it. Yoongi had just finished his exams today. He was probably tired, stressed. That’s all.
Right?
But then why did it feel so different this time?
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Meanwhile, in his own bedroom, Yoongi lay awake too. He had his arm thrown over his eyes, exhaling sharply.
He knew he messed up today.
Letting his emotions slip out like that—showing Jimin how much he cared—it wasn’t like him.
But watching Jimin smile at Jihoon, seeing how effortlessly they got along, how Jimin’s face lit up—it annoyed him. It made his chest feel tight in a way he didn’t like.
It wasn’t just jealousy. It was worse than that.
Because deep down, Yoongi knew why he felt like this. He just wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
With a frustrated sigh, he turned to his side, forcing his eyes shut.
Even if he didn’t want to face it… one thing was clear.
Jimin was affecting him in ways he never expected.
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Jimin tossed and turned in bed, unable to find a comfortable position. He huffed in frustration, pouting slightly.
For the past month, he had gotten used to falling asleep in Yoongi’s embrace, feeling the warmth and steady rhythm of his heartbeat against him. But tonight, for the first time since they came back from Busan, Yoongi hadn't shown up.
Jimin didn’t know why it bothered him so much. Maybe it was just routine now, or maybe… maybe he had started to need that warmth beside him.
With a sigh, he pulled the blanket over himself and squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to sleep.
