The quiet of the night surrounded them as Yoongi stood frozen in place, staring at Jimin. His heart pounded against his ribs, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest.
"Hey, please lie down," Yoongi said in a panic, moving closer. His hands instinctively found Jimin's shoulders, gently guiding him back onto the bed.
Jimin complied, but just as Yoongi was about to pull away, he felt a soft tug on his wrist. Before he could react, Jimin had pulled him down, closing the distance between them.
And then-Jimin's lips met his.
It was soft. Warm. Loving.
Yoongi's breath hitched, his body stiffening as shock flooded his senses. Jimin, his husband-his Jimin-was kissing him. It wasn't desperate or urgent. It wasn't calculated. It was simply love.
He had never expected this.
Jimin's lips lingered for a moment before he pulled away, his breathing uneven. His eyes, filled with warmth and mischief, met Yoongi's stunned expression.
Yoongi was frozen. His mind reeled, his body unsure whether to move forward or pull back. His lips tingled from the unexpected contact, and he struggled to find words.
Jimin, however, had no such hesitation.
With a teasing smile, he leaned in again, pressing another quick kiss to Yoongi's lips. This time, he even licked Yoongi's bottom lip playfully before pulling back, giggling softly.
Yoongi blinked. What just happened?
Jimin chuckled at his wide-eyed expression.
"What's the matter, my dear husband? You look as if you've seen a ghost." Jimin teased, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck, pulling him impossibly closer.
Yoongi opened his mouth, then closed it. Opened it again, and then-
"Jimin, I... umm... you... I mean..." He stammered, his usual sharp tongue failing him for the first time.
Jimin grinned, clearly enjoying his flustered state.
"Oh? The great mafia boss is stuttering? Unusual, huh?" Jimin mocked playfully, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on the back of Yoongi's neck.
Yoongi swallowed thickly, trying to make sense of this shift. Just hours ago, Jimin had been fragile, recovering, emotionally drained. And now-now he was kissing him, teasing him, holding him.
Jimin's expression softened, his teasing momentarily fading as he spoke again.
"And yes, I'm okay. But what were you trying to say, my love?" He inquired, tilting his head slightly, his eyes twinkling.
Yoongi shook his head, regaining a small fraction of his composure.
"Baby, you might hurt yourself," he mumbled, concern lacing his voice. "Let me get up. You're not fully recovered yet."
He tried to move, but Jimin's grip tightened.
"No," Jimin whispered, his voice firm. His arms encircled Yoongi, holding him in place. "Just stay still. I won't let you go."
And before Yoongi could protest, Jimin began pressing soft, feather-light kisses across his face. His forehead. His cheeks. His nose. And finally, his lips.
Yoongi shivered under the onslaught of affection.
"I know you must be wondering why I'm suddenly acting like this," Jimin murmured between kisses, his voice low and gentle. "You must have so many questions, but let me clear them for you, my dear husband."
Yoongi felt Jimin's hands cup his face, forcing their eyes to meet.
"I love you, Yoongi."
Yoongi's breath hitched.
"I love you, and I want to be with you forever," Jimin continued, his voice unwavering. "I won't let you push me away anymore."
Yoongi felt his heart clench. The overwhelming emotions-Jimin's warmth, his sincerity, his love-made it hard to breathe.
He had longed for this. Dreamed of this. But he didn't deserve it.
Yoongi lowered his gaze, his hands trembling slightly.
"Doll..." His voice came out in a whisper. "I too don't want to part from you, but..." He hesitated, his throat tightening. "I don't deserve you."
Jimin frowned. "Yoongi-"
"I've made too many mistakes," Yoongi continued, his voice laced with pain. "You know what I've done. My past-my hands are stained with blood. And yet... you're here, looking at me like I'm worth something."
He let out a shaky breath. "But I'm not, Jimin."
His head dropped further, and Jimin suddenly felt something warm against his chest.
Tears.
Yoongi was crying.
Jimin's heart clenched. He had never seen his husband like this-so vulnerable.
He immediately lifted Yoongi's face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that trailed down his cheeks.
"Yoongi, look at me," Jimin whispered.
Yoongi hesitated but obeyed.
Jimin leaned in and kissed away the tears from Yoongi's eyes, his lips soft and comforting.
"You're wrong," Jimin murmured, pressing another tender kiss to his forehead. "You do deserve me. You saved me, Yoongi. Every single time, you saved me."
Yoongi let out a shaky breath. "Jimin-"
"I don't care about your past," Jimin interrupted, pressing their foreheads together. "I care about you. The man who holds me when I have nightmares. The man who fights the whole world for me. The man who, despite his own fears, never once let me go."
Yoongi clenched his jaw, trying to suppress another wave of emotions.
"I love you, Min Yoongi," Jimin whispered, his voice fierce and unwavering. "Not the mafia boss. Not the man who carries guilt. You."
Yoongi sucked in a breath, his grip tightening on Jimin's waist.
For the first time in forever, he let himself believe it.
Jimin wasn't letting go.
And neither was he.
The room was silent except for the soft rustling of sheets as Yoongi lay beside Jimin, his arms wrapped securely around his fragile frame. Jimin nestled closer, his fingers curling into the fabric of Yoongi's shirt as if afraid he would disappear if he let go.
"Shh, Hyungie, please don't cry," Jimin whispered, his voice trembling. He lifted a hand to wipe away the lingering tears from Yoongi's cheeks, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I've already forgiven you for everything. Don't be sad."
Yoongi remained still, his grip tightening around Jimin. The warmth of his body seeped into Jimin's skin, grounding him.
"And it's not just your fault," Jimin continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have treated you so harshly. I said hurtful things without knowing the full truth... Please forgive me, Hyungie." His lips quivered as he looked up, searching Yoongi's eyes for reassurance.
Yoongi sighed, shifting slightly so he could press a soft kiss to Jimin's closed eyelids. His lips lingered there for a moment, as if sealing away the pain in Jimin's heart.
"Please, don't apologize, baby," Yoongi murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You did nothing wrong. And whatever you said, I never took it to heart." He leaned back slightly to look at Jimin, his fingers tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "It's okay. Don't be sad now."
Jimin sniffled, nodding, though his heart still felt heavy.
"Hyungie, please don't leave me," he suddenly blurted out, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please don't give me a divorce."
Yoongi inhaled sharply, his body tensing.
"I truly don't want to live without you," Jimin continued, his grip on Yoongi's shirt tightening as if he could hold him in place. "I've realized that I love you, and I'll continue to love you until my last breath. Please, give me one more chance to be a better partner." His voice wavered, tears threatening to spill once again.
Yoongi exhaled slowly, his heart aching at the raw vulnerability in Jimin's voice. He gently cupped Jimin's cheeks, his thumbs caressing the smooth skin beneath his fingers.
"Baby," he whispered, pressing their foreheads together. "I won't leave you unless you want me to. I promise you, from now on, I'll never force you into anything. If you choose to go, I won't stop you. And if you choose to stay..." He paused, his lips ghosting over Jimin's trembling ones. "Then I'll cherish you for as long as you'll have me."
Jimin let out a shaky breath, his tears spilling freely. Yoongi quickly wiped them away with his thumbs, shaking his head.
"And please, my love," Yoongi murmured, his lips trailing soft kisses along Jimin's cheeks. "Don't cry so much. Your tears are too precious to waste."
Jimin sniffled, offering a small, watery smile. "Okay, I won't cry," he whispered, feeling warmth spread through his chest at Yoongi's affection.
They lay there in silence for a few moments, basking in the comfort of each other's presence.
Then, Jimin shifted slightly, looking up at Yoongi with uncertainty.
"Hyungie... there's something I've been wanting to tell you," he said hesitantly.
Yoongi tilted his head, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Jimin's back. "What is it, baby?"
"I... I had arranged something special," Jimin admitted, his voice tinged with nervousness. "To confess my true feelings for you."
Yoongi's heart softened, and he smiled. "I know, baby." He cupped Jimin's cheek, brushing his thumb gently against his skin. "And you know you don't have to do anything extravagant. Your feelings are enough for me."
"I know," Jimin mumbled, his fingers playing with the loose thread on his shirt. "But I wanted it to be special. I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me... how much I love you." His voice was laced with emotion, his eyes shimmering with a quiet determination.
Yoongi felt his chest tighten. How had he ever thought of letting Jimin go?
"Hyungie, I had everything set up for today," Jimin continued, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice. "But because of everything that happened, it's all ruined now."
Yoongi immediately shook his head. "Baby, don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault." He leaned in, placing a reassuring kiss on Jimin's forehead.
Jimin let out a deep sigh, his gaze dropping. "I just wanted to express my love for you," he murmured. "But everything got messed up..."
Yoongi watched as tears welled up in Jimin's eyes again, and his heart clenched. Without hesitation, he pulled Jimin into his arms, holding him close.
"My love," he whispered into Jimin's hair, pressing a gentle kiss there. "Your feelings matter more than any plans."
Jimin buried his face in Yoongi's chest, his arms wrapping tightly around his waist.
"We'll find another time, another way to make things special," Yoongi reassured him. "And remember, no matter what, my feelings for you won't change."
Jimin nodded against his chest, a soft smile breaking through his sadness.
"Thank you, Yoongi," he whispered, his voice filled with quiet gratitude.
Yoongi tightened his arms around him, kissing the crown of his head.
"Always, baby," he murmured. "Always."
Jimin stayed nestled in Yoongi's arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The warmth of his husband's embrace soothed him, easing the storm of emotions that had threatened to consume him moments ago.
"Hyungie," Jimin whispered, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on Yoongi's chest. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, baby," Yoongi murmured, his hand gently caressing Jimin's back. "Ask me anything."
Jimin hesitated for a moment before voicing the thought that had been lingering in his mind. "Why didn't you come to see me at the hospital?" His voice was small, uncertain.
Yoongi froze, guilt flickering across his face. He let out a soft sigh, pulling Jimin even closer. "I wanted to, baby," he admitted. "More than anything, I wanted to be there when you woke up. But..." He trailed off, as if struggling to find the right words.
"But what?" Jimin lifted his head slightly, looking into Yoongi's dark eyes.
"But I thought... maybe you wouldn't want to see me." Yoongi's voice was barely above a whisper. "After everything, after what I put you through... I was scared, Jimin. Scared that you'd wake up and ask me to leave. That you wouldn't want me near you anymore."
Jimin's heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in Yoongi's tone. He had never seen his husband like this-so uncertain, so afraid.
"You idiot," Jimin mumbled, shaking his head. He cupped Yoongi's face, his thumbs gently stroking his cheeks. "I was waiting for you."
Yoongi's breath hitched.
"I kept waking up, hoping you'd be there," Jimin continued, his voice thick with emotion. "I wanted to see your face. I needed you, Hyungie. But you weren't there." A tear slipped down his cheek, and Yoongi quickly wiped it away.
"I'm so sorry, baby," Yoongi whispered. "I should've been there. I should've never left your side."
Jimin let out a shaky breath, then leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Yoongi's lips.
"It doesn't matter anymore," he murmured against his lips. "You're here now. That's all that matters."
Yoongi kissed him back, a slow, lingering kiss that conveyed every unspoken apology, every regret, every ounce of love he felt for Jimin.
When they pulled apart, Jimin rested his forehead against Yoongi's. "Hyungie?"
"Hmm?"
"You won't leave me again, right?" Jimin's voice was laced with quiet fear, as if he was still afraid of waking up and finding Yoongi gone.
"Never," Yoongi promised, tightening his hold around Jimin. "I'll never leave you again, baby. Not unless you ask me to."
Jimin shook his head. "I'll never ask you to leave. Not now, not ever."
Yoongi smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile. He kissed Jimin's forehead again before whispering, "Then I guess I'm staying forever."
Jimin sighed in contentment, nuzzling into Yoongi's warmth. "Forever sounds perfect."
And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Jimin knew-no matter what had happened in the past, no matter what obstacles lay ahead-his love for Yoongi was unshakable. And with time, that love would only grow stronger.
The room was bathed in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls. The air was warm with the scent of fresh sheets and the lingering hint of Yoongi's cologne, a scent that Jimin had unknowingly come to associate with comfort.
They lay there, wrapped in each other's warmth, the weight of the past slowly melting into the quiet serenity of the moment. For the first time in a long while, Jimin felt at peace.
Yoongi shifted slightly, adjusting his hold around Jimin, ensuring he was as comfortable as possible. But as he moved to get up from the bed, Jimin's hand instinctively tightened around his wrist.
"Hey," Jimin mumbled sleepily, his voice laced with confusion. "Where are you going, Hyung?"
Yoongi stilled, looking down at their joined hands. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. "I was just going to sleep on the couch," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought... you'd want your space. You never liked sharing the bed before."
Jimin blinked up at him, his expression shifting from confusion to hurt. His lower lip jutted out in the slightest pout. "So that means... you haven't forgiven me yet?"
Yoongi's breath hitched. "Baby, no. It's not like that."
Jimin turned away, laying on his side. "If you had forgiven me, you wouldn't be hesitating to sleep with me. You'd stay here, with me." His voice was soft, but the sadness in his tone was unmistakable.
Yoongi sighed, guilt pressing against his chest. He didn't want Jimin to feel this way. Not when all he wanted to do was hold him, to keep him safe in his arms.
A teasing smirk played on his lips as he decided to change the atmosphere. "So, my doll wants to sleep with me, huh?" he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement.
Jimin peeked at him over his shoulder, pouting. "Yes, you stupid mafia."
Yoongi let out a low chuckle. "Oh? Let me show you who's stupid."
Before Jimin could react, Yoongi lunged onto the bed, pinning Jimin beneath him. A gasp escaped Jimin's lips just as Yoongi leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, searing kiss.
Jimin melted into it, his fingers grasping onto Yoongi's shirt as their lips moved in sync. The kiss wasn't rushed-it was slow, deliberate, filled with emotions neither of them could put into words. When Yoongi finally pulled away, Jimin's eyes were half-lidded, his cheeks dusted pink.
"Now sleep, my darling," Yoongi murmured, his voice softer now. He stroked Jimin's cheek, his gaze filled with unspoken promises. "You need to rest. The doctor said so."
Jimin huffed. "I was trying to sleep, but someone decided to be mean and-"
Yoongi cut him off with another peck on the lips. "Shh. No more talking, baby. Sleep."
Jimin pouted but obeyed, snuggling closer into Yoongi's chest.
For a while, there was only the sound of their steady breathing, the rhythmic rise and fall of their chests against each other. Yoongi had almost drifted off when Jimin's soft voice broke the silence.
"Hyungie?"
"Mmm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
Yoongi cracked an eye open, sensing the hesitation in Jimin's tone. "Of course, baby. You can ask me anything."
There was a pause. Jimin swallowed hard before speaking.
"Can you... make love to me?"
Yoongi stiffened. His eyes snapped open fully, his body going rigid against Jimin's. He pulled back slightly to look at Jimin, searching his face.
"Baby, what are you saying?" Yoongi's voice was gentle, but there was a seriousness in his gaze. "Of course not. I can't do that to you right now."
Jimin's face fell instantly, his fingers loosening around Yoongi's shirt. "Why?" His voice was small, filled with sadness. "You haven't forgiven me yet, right? That's why you don't want to be intimate with me?"
Yoongi's heart clenched at the sight of Jimin's eyes glistening with unshed tears. He immediately cupped Jimin's face, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin beneath his eyes.
"No, baby, it's not that," Yoongi reassured. "It's just... you're not fully recovered yet. You were in the hospital, Jimin. You were hurt. I can't- I won't- risk doing anything that might make it worse."
"But I feel fine," Jimin whispered, a plea hidden within his words.
Yoongi sighed, pressing a tender kiss to Jimin's forehead. "I know, baby. But I need you to trust me on this. When you're perfectly fine-when your body has healed completely-we'll do this. But not now, okay?"
Jimin pouted but didn't argue. Instead, he closed his eyes and buried his face into Yoongi's chest, inhaling the familiar scent that comforted him.
"Good boy," Yoongi whispered, wrapping his arms securely around Jimin. "Now sleep well, my love. We have all the time in the world."
Jimin let out a content sigh, nuzzling deeper into Yoongi's embrace.
And as they lay there, hearts beating as one, Yoongi knew-this was where he belonged. Right here, holding the person he loved more than anything else in the world.
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The soft golden light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The air was still, peaceful, the kind of morning that felt like time had momentarily slowed down.
Jimin stirred slightly, his head resting against a firm yet comforting chest. Wrapped securely in Yoongi’s embrace, he felt safe, protected.
His eyes fluttered open, immediately drawn to the steady rise and fall of Yoongi’s chest beneath him. The warmth radiating from Yoongi’s body made him want to stay like this forever. But curiosity got the better of him.
Carefully, he shifted, ensuring he didn’t wake his husband. His gaze wandered over Yoongi’s face, drinking in every little detail he had never taken the time to truly notice before.
The elegant slope of his nose. The gentle curve of his lips. The way his eyelashes fanned over his skin like delicate feathers. Jimin felt his heart clench, an unfamiliar yet welcome feeling spreading through him.
He’s so Handsome....
A soft, affectionate smile tugged at Jimin’s lips as a wave of emotions washed over him. His cheeks flushed slightly as he thought about how lucky he was to have Yoongi beside him.
Feeling a sudden surge of affection, he slowly leaned in. His lips barely brushed against Yoongi’s closed eyelids—a delicate, fleeting kiss filled with silent adoration.
Then another on the bridge of his nose.
And then one on his forehead, lingering for a moment longer as if he were imprinting his love onto Yoongi’s skin.
Finally, Jimin’s lips ghosted over Yoongi’s—soft, hesitant, meant to be nothing more than a secret exchange of love before Yoongi woke up.
But just as Jimin began to pull away, a strong arm wrapped around his waist, stopping him. His eyes widened in surprise.
Before he could react, Yoongi pulled him back in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was no longer hesitant.
Jimin gasped softly, his fingers instinctively clutching onto the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt. The kiss was different—deeper, filled with something unspoken. It wasn’t just a simple exchange of affection; it was a promise, an expression of emotions neither had fully voiced before.
Yoongi kissed him slowly but with undeniable passion, as if he had been waiting for this moment. His fingers gently traced Jimin’s spine, pulling him impossibly closer.
Jimin’s mind spun, heart hammering in his chest. His body responded naturally, melting into Yoongi’s warmth, losing himself in the sensation.
It wasn’t until they finally pulled away, breathless, that realization dawned upon Jimin.
“You were awake?” he whispered, his voice laced with shock and embarrassment.
Yoongi chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Jimin’s forehead. “Doll… you woke me up with the most wonderful surprise.”
Jimin’s face burned red. “I-I didn’t mean to… I thought you were still sleeping.”
Yoongi hummed in amusement, tightening his hold around Jimin. “I was sleeping. But your touch, your kisses… they woke up something in me too.” His voice was deep and husky, still thick with sleep, making Jimin’s stomach flutter.
Jimin pouted slightly, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I was just… admiring you. I’ve never really looked at you this closely before.”
Yoongi tilted his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. “And? Did you like what you saw?”
Jimin felt his heart skip a beat at the teasing look in Yoongi’s eyes. “I… loved it, Hyungie,” he admitted shyly, but the sincerity in his voice was undeniable.
Yoongi’s expression softened. His thumb caressed Jimin’s cheek tenderly. “You’re always full of surprises, Doll.”
Jimin giggled, lacing their fingers together. “I guess that’s one way to keep things interesting.”
Yoongi smiled, squeezing Jimin’s hand. “You always keep my heart racing, my love.” His gaze darkened slightly, something deeper reflecting in his eyes.
Jimin’s breath caught in his throat. There was something so raw, so genuine in the way Yoongi looked at him.
“Thank you for the kisses,” Yoongi murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from Jimin’s face. “I want you to know… I’ve loved you deeply for a long time.”
Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, his heart swelling at the confession. He didn’t hesitate before responding.
“And I love you too, Yoongi. More than I ever thought possible.”
Yoongi exhaled softly, as if hearing those words lifted a weight off his shoulders.
Their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths mingling as they basked in the warmth of their shared love.
There were no more words needed.
Love was there, alive between them, unspoken yet deeply understood.
And as they lay in each other’s arms, smiling softly, they both knew—this was where they belonged.
Jimin snuggled closer, burying his face into Yoongi’s chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his husband. His fingers absentmindedly traced small patterns on Yoongi’s arm, savoring the moment.
Yoongi chuckled, his deep voice vibrating against Jimin’s cheek. “Doll, if you keep doing that, I might think you don’t want to get out of bed today.”
Jimin hummed in response, pressing a lazy kiss to Yoongi’s collarbone. “Mmm… maybe I don’t.”
Yoongi smirked, his fingers gently combing through Jimin’s soft hair. “Oh? And here I thought you’d want to eat breakfast first. Should I cancel the food?”
At the mention of food, Jimin’s stomach growled, betraying him instantly.
Yoongi laughed, his shoulders shaking. “Guess that answers my question.”
Jimin groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Ahh, so embarrassing!”
Yoongi pried Jimin’s hands away and kissed his nose. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I love you, even your hungry stomach.”
Jimin pouted. “That’s not fair. You’re teasing me early in the morning.”
“I’m your husband. It’s my right,” Yoongi said smugly, rolling onto his back and pulling Jimin on top of him.
Jimin gasped at the sudden movement, his hands landing on Yoongi’s chest for balance. “Yah! Warn me next time, you big meanie.”
Yoongi grinned. “Now why would I do that? I like seeing your cute reactions.”
Jimin huffed but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at his lips.
A comfortable silence settled between them, their eyes locked in an unspoken conversation.
Jimin bit his lip before speaking, his voice hesitant. “Hyungie… can I ask you something?”
Yoongi’s expression softened immediately. “Of course, baby. You can ask me anything.”
Jimin hesitated for a moment, gathering his courage. “Will you… stay with me today? Just the two of us?”
Yoongi’s brows furrowed slightly. “Of course, Jiminie. I’ll stay with you as long as you want.”
Jimin exhaled in relief. “Really? You won’t go to work today?”
Yoongi cupped Jimin’s cheek, his thumb caressing gently. “No work, no distractions. Just you and me, okay?”
Jimin’s eyes shimmered with happiness. “Okay.”
"Now baby you stay take some more sleep I'll go freshen up." Yoongi informed and kissed jimin's forehead and walked in the bathroom.
The sound of water running in the bathroom faded as the door swung open. Yoongi stepped out, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his damp hair tousled and clinging slightly to his forehead.
Droplets of water glistened on his toned skin, catching the morning light. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked toward the bed, his gaze immediately landing on Jimin, who was peeking out from beneath the covers.
"Morning, my love," Yoongi greeted, his voice still husky from sleep, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
Jimin’s eyes sparkled as he stretched, his cheeks tinged with warmth. "Good morning, Hyungie. I was wondering when you’d come out."
Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head as he ruffled his damp hair. "Sorry to keep you waiting, sleepyhead."
Jimin grinned, sitting up slightly. "I was waiting for you to help me with my morning routine."
Yoongi raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Oh? And what kind of help do you need, huh?"
Jimin's face turned a soft shade of pink as he mumbled, "Well… I’m not fully recovered yet, so I thought maybe you could assist me." His voice was small, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket.
Yoongi’s expression softened instantly. "Of course, baby. Let’s take it slow and make sure you’re comfortable." He moved closer, his hand gently cupping Jimin’s cheek.
Jimin leaned into the touch, his heart fluttering. "Thank you, Hyungie."
"You don’t need to thank me, love. I’m here for you, always," Yoongi murmured, his thumb stroking Jimin’s skin tenderly.
Helping Jimin swing his legs over the edge of the bed, Yoongi supported him with a steady hand, making sure he didn’t feel unsteady. Jimin leaned against him, finding warmth and reassurance in his presence.
"Alright, let’s start with washing up," Yoongi said, reaching for a damp cloth. He placed it in Jimin’s hand, guiding him gently.
Jimin followed his lead, moving slowly, his body still a little weak from everything he had been through. But with Yoongi by his side, it didn’t feel like a struggle—it felt like a moment of quiet intimacy, a reminder of the love between them.
As they went through the routine, Yoongi’s hands were steady, patient. He helped Jimin fix his hair, adjust the pillows, and even picked out fresh clothes for him. Each action was filled with care, with love, with the unspoken promise that Yoongi would always be there.
Finally, after helping Jimin finish his bath, Yoongi wrapped a soft towel around his shoulders, rubbing his arms gently. Jimin let out a small sigh of contentment as he sat back on the edge of the bed, wrapped in warmth, both from the towel and from Yoongi’s presence.
"Feeling better now?" Yoongi asked, tilting his head as he looked at Jimin with a fond expression.
Jimin nodded, his eyes soft. "Much better, thanks to you."
Yoongi chuckled, ruffling Jimin’s damp hair. "Good. I like taking care of my baby."
Jimin pouted playfully. "I’m not a baby."
Yoongi smirked. "You are to me."
Jimin rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the smile forming on his lips. "Fine, but only for you."
Yoongi leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to Jimin’s forehead. "That’s all I ask, my love."
Jimin reached out hesitantly at first, his fingers brushing against Yoongi’s before finally interlocking them together. Yoongi’s grip was firm yet gentle, his thumb running soothing circles over the back of Jimin’s hand, grounding him.
"You always take care of me," Jimin whispered, his voice barely above a breath but carrying the full weight of his emotions.
Yoongi tilted his head slightly, a small yet affectionate smile tugging at his lips. "Because you mean the world to me," he replied, his voice deep and filled with unwavering sincerity.
A soft pink hue spread across Jimin’s cheeks at those words. No matter how many times Yoongi said things like that, it always sent a flutter through his heart, making him feel cherished in a way he never thought he would be.
"You know, I’ve been thinking…" Jimin trailed off, his fingers unconsciously tightening around Yoongi’s.
Yoongi’s dark eyes glimmered with curiosity as he gently prodded, "About what, baby?"
Jimin hesitated, his heart racing. He knew how he felt, but voicing it out loud made him feel oddly vulnerable. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and spoke, "About us. About how lucky I am to have you by my side." His voice, though soft, carried a steady determination.
Yoongi’s smile widened, warmth radiating from his entire being. "The feeling is mutual, you know," he murmured, his fingers now caressing Jimin’s knuckles.
A quiet moment stretched between them, filled only with the rhythmic sound of their breaths. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, Jimin leaned in, his lips capturing Yoongi’s in a tender kiss.
The kiss was slow, unhurried—more about feeling than urgency. It was warm, filled with longing and a silent promise that no matter what, they were in this together.
As they pulled away, Jimin rested his forehead against Yoongi’s, their breaths mingling in the intimate space between them. "I don’t say it enough, but I love you, Hyungie," he confessed, his voice tinged with affection.
Yoongi’s eyes softened, his heart swelling at Jimin’s words. "I love you too, baby. More than you’ll ever know," he whispered, his nose brushing against Jimin’s in the process.
For a moment, they simply stayed like that—foreheads pressed together, hands intertwined, the world outside their little bubble ceasing to exist.
Then, a playful glint flashed in Jimin’s eyes as he chuckled, "You know, helping me bathe wasn’t exactly how I imagined spending our morning together."
Yoongi let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Well, life doesn’t always go as planned, baby."
Jimin pouted slightly. "Still, I was hoping for something a bit more… romantic."
Yoongi smirked, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Jimin’s forehead. "Sometimes, the unexpected moments turn out to be the most special."
Jimin grinned, tracing his fingers along Yoongi’s jawline. "You’re right. And I wouldn’t change a thing."
Yoongi hummed in agreement before gently helping Jimin adjust his robe. Once everything was settled, he leaned down and placed a final, lingering kiss on Jimin’s forehead. "There, all done."
Jimin's cheeks warmed, his heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and deep affection. He gazed up at Yoongi, their eyes locking in a silent understanding.
"Thank you for being here, my hubby. For taking care of me," Jimin whispered, sincerity laced in every word.
Yoongi cupped Jimin’s face, his expression softer than ever. "Always, my precious doll. I’ll be right here by your side, forever."
Jimin and Yoongi descended the grand staircase hand in hand, their fingers laced together as if they were two pieces of a perfect puzzle.
A comfortable silence settled between them, filled only with the gentle sounds of their footsteps and the rhythmic beating of their hearts.
The warmth of their connection reflected in the soft smiles they exchanged, and the morning sun cast a golden glow through the large windows, illuminating their faces with a peaceful radiance.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, a delicious aroma filled the air, making their stomachs grumble softly in anticipation. The scent of freshly baked bread, warm rice, and sizzling side dishes promised a hearty breakfast.
Yoongi chuckled, nudging Jimin slightly. "Smells good, doesn’t it?"
Jimin nodded, inhaling deeply. "Mmm… it does. Now I’m really hungry."
With shared amusement, they made their way to the dining room, only to stop in surprise at the heartwarming scene before them.
The Min family was already gathered around the large dining table, the room filled with the comforting sounds of laughter and soft conversation.
Taehyung and Jungkook sat side by side, their heads close together as they giggled over something on Jungkook’s phone. Whatever it was, Taehyung looked positively delighted, while Jungkook tried (and failed) to suppress his own amusement.
Mr. Min and Mrs. Min were engaged in light conversation, their expressions calm and content, a stark contrast to the playful energy radiating from the younger two.
It was a beautiful scene, one that made Jimin’s heart swell with warmth.
Yoongi cleared his throat with a smile. "Morning, everyone." His fingers gave Jimin’s a small squeeze, grounding him.
"Good morning!" Jimin added, his voice carrying a soft warmth, his eyes shining as he took in the cozy atmosphere.
Mr. Min looked up from his meal, his gaze filled with fatherly affection as he smiled. "Good morning, you two. Sleep well?"
Jimin nodded, his cheeks dusted with a faint pink hue. "Very well, thank you." His voice carried an unmistakable happiness, one that was mirrored in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.
Mrs. Min gestured toward the two empty seats at the table. "Come, sit down. Breakfast is ready."
"Don't worry, we saved you some food," Taehyung piped up, flashing a cheeky grin.
Jungkook rolled his eyes but laughed. "Tae, they can see that there’s plenty left." He nudged Taehyung playfully, earning an exaggerated gasp from the latter.
"Excuse me, I was just being considerate!" Taehyung huffed, crossing his arms dramatically.
Jimin giggled at their antics, and Yoongi shook his head fondly.
Taking their seats, Jimin felt a sense of belonging settle deep within him. The warmth of the room, the gentle clinking of cutlery, and the easy flow of conversation made him feel like he was wrapped in an invisible embrace—a family’s embrace.
As Jimin reached for a piece of toast, Taehyung leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm. "Did you guys have a nice morning?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Jimin’s smile widened as he glanced at Yoongi before answering. "Yeah, it was nice. Yoongi Hyung took such good care of me." His voice carried a note of affection that didn’t go unnoticed.
Yoongi, unfazed by the teasing tone, simply smirked and shot Jimin a loving glance. "It was my pleasure."
Laughter erupted around the table at their exchange, the ease of their interactions a testament to the strong bond they all shared.
Breakfast continued, filled with stolen glances, whispered conversations, and shared laughter. Jungkook nearly choked on his juice when Taehyung made an overdramatic reenactment of a scene from a drama they had watched together. Mrs. Min gently scolded them for playing with their food, though the fondness in her voice made it clear she wasn’t truly upset.
Between bites of food and playful banter, Jimin found himself stealing glances at Yoongi, his heart swelling with gratitude.
The Min family wasn’t just a family bound by blood. They were a family built on love, understanding, and unwavering support.
As Jimin took a sip of his tea, he realized something.
This was home.
Not just the mansion, not just the physical place—home was Yoongi. It was the laughter that filled the air, the warmth of a shared meal, the quiet touches and unspoken promises.
And in that moment, as he looked around the table at the people who had come to mean so much to him, he knew.
He was exactly where he was meant to be.
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