~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 two days
It was already dark when Jimin reached home, the sky outside painted in dusky hues of blue and violet. He was tired—emotionally more than physically.
He walked up the front steps, frowning slightly when he noticed the house looked pitch-black from the outside. No lights. No warmth. Even the garden lights were off.
“Mom?” he called out, stepping inside.
Silence.
He switched on the hallway light. Nothing.
The house was completely dark, unnervingly so.
“Mom? Are you home?” he called again, a little louder this time, his footsteps cautious as he walked toward the living room.
He stood in the living room, and he felt it—a hand sliding around his waist from behind, firm but gentle.
Jimin stiffened.
And then, suddenly—
The lights turned on.
But not just any lights.
The living room burst into a soft glow of purple. Fairy lights twinkled along the walls, the ceiling draped in soft lavender and violet fabrics. Purple and silver balloons floated around the floor, candles flickered softly on the shelves, and flowers—Jimin's favorite ones—were tucked into every corner.
It looked like a dream. A fairytale.
Yoongi's grip on his waist loosened just enough for Jimin to turn.
He was standing close—too close—his eyes never leaving Jimin's stunned expression. “Surprise,” he whispered, voice low and full of emotion.
Before Jimin could speak, Yoongi slowly stepped back.
And then, with all the confidence in the world wrapped in the softness of vulnerability—
he dropped to one knee.
Jimin's breath caught in his throat. “H-Hyung…”
From a small velvet box, Yoongi lifted a ring—a stunning, elegant diamond that caught the purple lights like a star. But his eyes were only on Jimin.
“I know I messed up,” Yoongi began, his voice deep but trembling slightly. “I know I don’t deserve to ask you for anything—not after the way I hurt you. But Jimin… you’re everything to me. And I’ll spend every day proving that, if you let me.”
Jimin’s hands were pressed to his chest, lips parted in shock as Yoongi continued:
“You make my world better, my life brighter. No matter how angry you are, no matter how many times you ignore me—I’ll wait. But tonight, I just needed to ask.”
