The day after Jimin’s exams ended, Yoongi was back to his usual routine—working from the office. He had spent the last few weeks handling business from home just to be with Jimin, but now, it was time to return.
That morning, Yoongi stood by the mirror, adjusting his tie while Jimin watched him from the bed, his cheeks puffed out in a pout.
“You don’t want me to go, do you?” Yoongi asked with a small smirk, turning to look at his husband.
Jimin huffed, crossing his arms. “No, I don’t. But I know you have to.”
Yoongi chuckled, walking over to Jimin and cupping his cheeks. “I’ll come home early, okay? My beautiful husband will be waiting for me, after all.”
Jimin’s pout faded into a shy smile. “You better.”
Yoongi pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before heading out, leaving Jimin feeling a little lonely. But he quickly shook the feeling away.
If Yoongi has to work hard, then as a loving husband, Jimin would do his part too.
So, just like every day, he prepared lunch for Yoongi, carefully packing his favorite dishes. As he placed the neatly arranged box into a bag, a satisfied smile formed on his lips. "He always tells me not to bother, but I know he loves my cooking," Jimin thought proudly.
By noon, Jimin arrived at Yoongi’s office, carrying the lunch with him. He stepped inside, familiar with the way to Yoongi’s cabin, but his mood instantly soured when he saw her.
Yoongi’s secretary—the annoying, shameless, desperate woman who always found a reason to stand way too close to his husband.
And today was no different.
There she was, standing beside Yoongi’s chair, her body tilted towards him as if she had no sense of personal space.
Jimin’s sharp eyes narrowed. Does she not know what boundaries are?
He hated how she leaned in slightly when Yoongi spoke, how she batted her lashes, how her voice turned soft and sugary only when talking to Yoongi.
But Yoongi? Completely unaware.
His husband was too focused on his work, explaining something from the file in front of him. His tone was all business, his expression neutral—because to Yoongi, she was just a secretary. Nothing more.
Jimin, however, saw through her.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, his voice cheerful but his eyes glaring daggers at the woman.
“Hubby~!”
Yoongi’s head immediately snapped up at the sound of Jimin’s voice. The neutral look on his face softened into pure fondness, his lips tugging into a small smile.
“Baby, you’re here.”
Jimin marched straight to him, ignoring the secretary completely, and placed the lunch box on his desk. “I brought you lunch!”
Yoongi chuckled, pulling Jimin closer by the waist. “You really didn’t have to, Baby. I told you—”
“I love making food for you,” Jimin interrupted, hands on his hips. “So don’t even try to stop me.”
Yoongi shook his head with an amused smile. “Alright, alright. I won’t.” He tugged Jimin down, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Thank you, Love.”
Jimin beamed, but his expression darkened when he noticed the secretary still lingering there, watching them.
The woman suddenly cleared her throat, her fake sweet voice cutting in. “Mr. Min, should we continue—”
“No,” Jimin snapped before Yoongi could respond.
The secretary blinked at him, clearly caught off guard. “Excuse me?”
Jimin turned to her, his smile anything but friendly. “Can’t you see he’s busy right now? His husband is here.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension but not understanding where it came from. He only cared about Jimin, not some secretary.
The woman forced a tight-lipped smile, trying to keep up her professional act. “Of course, Mr. Min. I’ll… come back later.”
She left, but not before giving one last glance at Yoongi, which made Jimin’s blood boil.
As soon as the door shut, Jimin huffed, crossing his arms. “Ugh, I hate her.”
Yoongi tilted his head. “Who?”
Jimin looked at him in disbelief. “Who?! Your secretary, obviously! She’s always standing so close to you! Haven’t you noticed?”
Yoongi blinked. “I don’t really pay attention to that. She just works here.”
Jimin groaned, throwing his hands in the air. “She’s trying to get into your pants, Hyung! I see it every time I come here!”
Yoongi chuckled, grabbing Jimin’s wrist and pulling him onto his lap. “Baby,” he murmured, nuzzling into Jimin’s neck. “You know I only love you, right?”
Jimin pouted, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders. “I know. But I still don’t like her.”
Yoongi smirked, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s cheek. “Then don’t pay attention to her. Focus on me instead.”
Jimin sighed, leaning into him. “You’re lucky you’re so irresistible.”
Yoongi grinned. “I know.”
Jimin rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling as Yoongi fed him a bite of the food he had brought.
At the end of the day, no matter how much that secretary tried, Yoongi only had eyes for Jimin.
---
The next day
Jimin had always been a little possessive when it came to Yoongi. How could he not be? His husband was perfect—handsome, powerful, and entirely his.
But today? Today, his jealousy was off the charts.
He entered Yoongi’s office like he did every day, a lunchbox in his hand and love in his heart. But the moment he stepped inside, he saw something that made his blood boil.
That damn secretary.
She was too close to Yoongi again, leaning over his desk, her blouse slightly unbuttoned at the top as if she accidentally forgot to fasten it. Her voice was soft, sickeningly sweet, as she spoke to him.
“Oh, Mr. Min, I seem to have a small problem with this document… Can you help me?” she purred.
Jimin clenched his jaw. Small problem, my ass.
She was practically pressing herself against Yoongi’s desk, angling her body in a way that made Jimin want to throw the entire lunchbox at her head.
Yoongi, however, remained clueless, simply taking the document from her hands and looking it over. “What’s the issue?”
The issue is that she’s still breathing, Jimin thought bitterly.
Before he even realized it, his feet were moving. He stormed across the room, slamming the lunchbox onto Yoongi’s desk with a loud THUD.
Both Yoongi and the secretary looked up in surprise.
“Hyung~!” Jimin’s voice was overly sweet, but his eyes were burning holes into the woman. “I brought you lunch!”
Yoongi blinked, then immediately softened at the sight of Jimin. “Baby, you’re here.”
Jimin didn’t even acknowledge Yoongi’s words. Instead, he turned his sharp gaze to the secretary. “Why are you standing so close to my husband?”
The woman’s eyes widened. “I-I was just showing him a document—”
Jimin stepped forward, completely ignoring personal space. “Oh? And do you always lean over so much when showing someone a document?”
The secretary’s face turned red. “I… I wasn’t—”
Jimin didn’t let her finish. He glared.
Yoongi, watching this exchange with amusement, leaned back in his chair, resting his chin on his palm.
“Jiminie…” he murmured, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Are you jealous?”
Jimin snapped his head toward Yoongi. “I’m not jealous! I just don’t like desperate women hovering around what’s mine.”
Yoongi chuckled, clearly enjoying Jimin’s possessiveness. “You know I only love you, right?”
Jimin scoffed. “Of course I do. But that doesn’t mean I won’t throw hands if someone tries something.”
The secretary gulped. “I-I should go.”
Jimin took a step closer, tilting his head. “Yes, you should.”
She hurried out, closing the door behind her. Jimin huffed, crossing his arms as he turned back to Yoongi. “You really don’t see it, do you?”
Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s wrist and pulled him into his lap. “See what?”
Jimin let out a frustrated sigh. “She wants you, Hyung. She always stands so close, always finds excuses to talk to you.”
Yoongi smirked, resting his forehead against Jimin’s. “And does that bother my cute little husband?”
Jimin pouted, his fingers tightening around Yoongi’s tie. “Yes.”
Yoongi chuckled, his arms wrapping securely around Jimin’s waist. “You’re so adorable when you’re possessive.”
Jimin narrowed his eyes. “I’m not adorable. I’m deadly.”
Yoongi laughed, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s lips. “Deadly cute.”
Jimin groaned, but his heart fluttered at the affection. He knew Yoongi loved him and only him. But that didn’t mean he would ever stop making it clear to everyone else that Min Yoongi was off-limits.
---
The next day, Jimin was already on edge.
After yesterday’s incident, he thought that maybe the secretary would learn her place. But no.
Instead, she seemed bolder.
When Jimin arrived at the office with Yoongi’s lunch, his mood immediately soured.
There she was again, standing too close, her manicured nails resting on Yoongi’s desk as she giggled at something he said.
Giggled.
Yoongi barely even glanced at her, his focus on some paperwork, but that didn’t stop her from shamelessly flirting.
“Oh, Mr. Min, you look so tired,” she cooed. “You really should let me take care of you. I can give you a massage~”
Jimin saw red.
That was it. That was the last damn straw.
He stormed across the office, slamming the lunchbox on the desk so hard that even Yoongi jumped.
Both of them looked up at him, but before Yoongi could even say anything—
SLAP.
The loud smack echoed through the office as Jimin’s palm met the secretary’s cheek.
The woman gasped, stumbling back as she clutched her face. “W-What the hell?!”
Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock. “Jimin?!”
Jimin’s chest was heaving with anger. His hands were clenched into fists, his entire body trembling. “I warned you yesterday, didn’t I? But you just don’t know when to quit!”
The secretary looked at Yoongi in disbelief. “Mr. Min! He just hit me!”
Yoongi stood up, his gaze sharp. “Jimin, you didn’t have to—”
Jimin turned on him instantly. “Are you seriously scolding me right now?”
Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temples. “Baby, I know you’re upset, but you can’t just slap someone—”
“Are you kidding me?!” Jimin’s voice rose, his frustration spilling over. “This bitch has been all over you for weeks, and you don’t even notice! I told you yesterday, and instead of doing anything, you just brushed it off like I was being jealous!”
Yoongi exhaled, trying to calm him down. “Jimin, I told her to back off.”
Jimin let out a humorless laugh. “Did you fire her? No, you didn’t. You just ignored it! And look—here she is again, throwing herself at you like some desperate—”
“Enough, Jimin!” Yoongi’s voice was firm, frustration leaking into his tone.
Jimin froze. His breath hitched slightly, but he masked it quickly with anger.
Yoongi rarely ever raised his voice at him.
A heavy silence settled between them, but Jimin refused to back down. His gaze was filled with hurt as he took a deep breath.
“I can’t believe this,” he whispered. “I thought you’d at least believe me. But no, you just think I’m being dramatic, don’t you?”
Yoongi softened, reaching for him. “Baby, that’s not—”
Jimin pulled away, stepping back. His voice wavered slightly, but he masked it with his fury. “Forget it. Since I’m such a jealous husband, I shouldn’t even be here, right?”
And with that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
Yoongi just stood there, his heart sinking as guilt settled in his chest.
The secretary let out a shaky breath. “Mr. Min, I—”
“Shut up,” Yoongi snapped, his patience gone. His sharp gaze flickered to her. “You’re fired. Pack your stuff and leave.”
She gasped. “W-What?”
“You heard me.” His voice was low, dangerous. “I should have fired you yesterday. Get out.”
The woman quickly scrambled to leave, but Yoongi wasn’t even paying attention anymore.
His mind was solely on Jimin.
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Damn it.
Why the hell did he yell at his husband?
Jimin was right. That woman had been crossing the line for too long, and Yoongi had been too damn blind to realize how much it affected Jimin.
And now, he had made the one person he loved more than anything in the world walk away in anger and hurt.
Yoongi exhaled sharply before grabbing his keys.
He wasn’t going to let this go.
He needed to find Jimin.
And he needed to fix this. Now.
Yoongi wasted no time. He grabbed his car keys and strode out of the office, not caring about the confused looks from his employees.
He had one goal—find Jimin and fix this.
As he drove through the city, he tried calling him, but Jimin wasn’t picking up. Of course, he isn’t. Yoongi sighed, gripping the steering wheel.
Jimin was furious. And when his baby was mad, he didn’t answer calls—he needed to be chased.
After checking Jimin’s usual spots, Yoongi finally thought of the one place his husband would go when he was upset—the park near their home.
And he was right.
Jimin sat on a bench, arms crossed, glaring at nothing in particular. His legs bounced slightly, a sign of his frustration.
Yoongi parked the car and got out, his heart pounding.
As he approached, Jimin turned his head, saw him, and immediately looked away.
Yoongi sighed. “Baby—”
“Go away.”
“Come on, Jiminie, let me—”
“I said go away.” Jimin’s voice was cold, but Yoongi could hear the hurt beneath it.
Yoongi crouched in front of him, gently taking his hands. “I’m sorry.”
Jimin didn’t pull away, but he didn’t soften either. “You scolded me,” he mumbled.
Yoongi sighed. “I know, baby. I shouldn’t have. You were right.”
Jimin finally looked at him, his eyes filled with unshed tears. “Then why didn’t you fire her yesterday?”
Yoongi rubbed his thumb over Jimin’s hand. “Because I was stupid. I thought you were just a little jealous, but I should’ve realized how serious it was.”
Jimin sniffed, looking down. “…You really fired her?”
“Immediately after you left,” Yoongi admitted.
Jimin stared at him for a moment, searching his face for any sign of a lie. Finding none, he let out a small huff, still pouting. “Good.”
Yoongi couldn’t help but smile. “Still mad?”
Jimin turned his head away dramatically. “Obviously.”
Yoongi chuckled, moving to sit beside him on the bench. He wrapped an arm around Jimin’s waist, pulling him close despite his husband's resistance.
“You know…” Yoongi murmured against his ear. “I love my beautiful, cute, jealous husband more than anything in the world.”
Jimin stayed stiff for a moment, but Yoongi knew him too well. He was melting.
“…You’re lucky I love you, Min Yoongi.”
Yoongi smirked, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s cheek. “I know, baby.”
Jimin sighed, finally leaning against him. “Next time, if I tell you someone is trying to seduce you, just believe me, okay?”
Yoongi nodded. “Okay.”
A small pause.
“…And next time, don’t scold me for defending my man.”
Yoongi chuckled. “I promise, baby.”
Jimin finally looked up at him, pouting. “You hurt my feelings, you know.”
Yoongi cupped his cheek gently, his eyes filled with love. “I know, love. And I’ll make it up to you. Anything you want.”
Jimin blinked, then smirked mischievously. “Anything?”
Yoongi groaned playfully. “Oh no… What are you planning?”
Jimin giggled, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck. “You’ll see, Mr. Mafia.”
Yoongi just shook his head, smiling. He didn’t care what Jimin had planned—as long as his husband was smiling again, that was all that mattered.
---
The next morning, Jimin was back to his usual self—cute, mischievous, and just a little dramatic. But Yoongi knew his husband well enough to sense that Jimin still wasn’t over what had happened.
And honestly? Yoongi was ready to do whatever it took to make it up to him.
So, when Jimin purposefully took his time making breakfast, delaying Yoongi’s morning schedule, the mafia leader said nothing.
When Jimin accidentally misplaced Yoongi’s watch and made him search the entire bedroom for it, Yoongi just sighed and played along.
And when Jimin innocently asked, “Hyung, why don’t you work from home today?” batting his pretty lashes, Yoongi nearly caved.
But unfortunately, he had an important meeting.
“I’ll be back early, love,” Yoongi reassured, cupping Jimin’s cheek.
Jimin huffed. “Fine. But don’t let anyone—anyone—stand too close to you today.”
Yoongi smirked. “Baby, are you still jealous?”
Jimin narrowed his eyes. “No. I just don’t like people touching my man.”
Yoongi chuckled, pulling Jimin close. “Don’t worry, baby. No one but you gets to touch me.”
That seemed to satisfy Jimin. “Good. Now go, before I lock the doors and keep you home forever.”
Yoongi laughed, kissing Jimin’s forehead before finally heading to work.
Jimin never let Yoongi go to work without his homemade lunch. It was a rule.
So, when lunchtime arrived, Jimin showed up at the office with Yoongi’s favorite meal, confidently striding into the building.
But this time, he didn’t have to worry about that secretary anymore. Yoongi had personally escorted her out of the office the day before, making sure she left permanently.
Still, Jimin wasn’t done making a statement.
As he walked into Yoongi’s office, he placed the lunchbox down and wrapped his arms around his husband's neck from behind.
Yoongi, who had been reviewing documents, smiled instantly at the familiar warmth. “Hey, baby.”
Jimin nuzzled into Yoongi’s shoulder. “Missed me?”
“Always.” Yoongi turned his chair, pulling Jimin onto his lap. “Did you eat?”
Jimin nodded. “But you didn’t. So eat now.”
Yoongi smiled, taking the chopsticks Jimin handed him. As he ate, Jimin sat on his lap, watching him like a very possessive cat.
Yoongi chuckled. “You’re staring.”
“I just like watching my husband eat my food,” Jimin said smugly.
Yoongi leaned in, smirking. “You’re really milking this whole jealous husband thing, huh?”
Jimin tilted his head. “Oh? You have a problem with that, Mr. Mafia?”
Yoongi held up his hands in surrender. “Not at all. In fact, I think it’s kinda cute.”
Jimin smirked, poking Yoongi’s cheek. “Good. Because I’ll always be possessive over you, Hyung. You’re mine.”
Yoongi’s heart melted at those words. He pulled Jimin close, their lips just inches apart. “And I’ll always be yours, baby.”
Their lips met in a soft, slow kiss, filled with warmth and reassurance.
Jimin pulled back first, grinning. “Now finish your food. I’ll be waiting at home for my early date night.”
Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head. “Yes, my love.”
And as Jimin left the office, swaying his hips just a little to tease his husband, Yoongi sat back and sighed.
God, he was so whipped.
Yoongi worked faster than usual, wrapping up all his tasks with impressive efficiency. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could go home to his beautiful husband.
And just as he promised, he left the office early.
By the time he arrived home, the scent of Jimin’s cooking filled the air, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he stepped inside.
“Honey, I’m home,” he called out teasingly, shrugging off his coat.
Jimin peeked out from the kitchen, wearing one of Yoongi’s oversized shirts—his favorite look on him. “You’re early,” he said, pretending to be surprised.
Yoongi chuckled, stepping closer. “You told me to be early, baby.”
Jimin shrugged. “Yeah, but usually you get distracted with work.”
Yoongi reached out, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist, pulling him close. “Not today. My husband is waiting for me, after all.”
Jimin beamed, clearly pleased with the response. “Good. Now go freshen up. Dinner’s almost ready.”
Yoongi nuzzled into Jimin’s neck before pulling away. “Yes, sir.”
Jimin had prepared all of Yoongi’s favorite dishes, and as they sat down, the atmosphere was warm and comfortable.
Yoongi watched Jimin with a fond smile as the younger placed food on his plate. “You really spoil me, don’t you?”
Jimin scoffed. “Of course, I do. You’re my husband.”
Yoongi took a bite and hummed in satisfaction. “And the best cook in the world.”
Jimin smirked. “That’s right. If you ever eat food made by someone else, I will be upset.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “What if my mom cooks for me?”
Jimin thought for a moment before nodding. “Fine. But only her. No one else.”
Yoongi laughed. “You’re really something else, baby.”
Jimin pouted. “I just don’t like sharing.”
Yoongi leaned in, resting his chin on his hand. “And what if I don’t like sharing either?”
Jimin blinked. “Huh?”
Yoongi smirked. “You don’t like when people stand too close to me, right?”
Jimin crossed his arms. “Obviously.”
Yoongi leaned in further, voice dropping to a whisper. “Then I don’t like when people stare at you.”
Jimin’s eyes widened slightly before he smirked. “So you do get jealous.”
Yoongi shrugged. “Of course. You’re mine.”
Jimin grinned, clearly enjoying this conversation. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
Yoongi reached out, gently cupping Jimin’s face. “Neither am I, baby.”
They shared a soft kiss, the world around them fading away.
Dinner continued with laughter, teasing, and warm glances.
Yoongi had made the mistake of doubting Jimin’s feelings earlier that week, but now? Now, he knew—without a single doubt—that they belonged to each other.
And no one was going to change that.
Later that evening, as Jimin cleaned up the kitchen, Yoongi wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder.
Jimin huffed. “You’re distracting me.”
“I know,” Yoongi murmured, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s cheek. “But I missed you.”
Jimin sighed, rinsing off the last dish before turning in Yoongi’s embrace. “You see me every day.”
“That’s not enough,” Yoongi said, pulling Jimin closer. “I don’t like fighting with you, baby.”
Jimin bit his lip, his gaze softening. “I don’t like it either, but… you really made me mad, Hyung.”
Yoongi exhaled, resting his forehead against Jimin’s. “I know. And I’m sorry.”
Jimin stared at him for a moment before sighing. “You’re lucky I love you.”
Yoongi smirked. “I know I’m lucky.”
Jimin rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away. Instead, he played with the hem of Yoongi’s shirt.
That night they slept peacefully in each others embrace.
The morning sun cast a soft glow through the bedroom curtains as Yoongi buttoned up his shirt, preparing for another long day at work. Jimin, still wrapped in the warmth of their bed, watched him with a slight pout.
"Baby, I have back-to-back meetings today," Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair as he adjusted his watch. "I won’t have time for lunch at the usual hour, so don’t bother bringing it today, okay?"
Jimin sat up, blinking sleepily. "But you always skip meals when you're busy," he mumbled.
Yoongi chuckled, walking over to press a gentle kiss on Jimin’s forehead. "I promise I’ll eat whenever I get a free moment. And I’ll come back as soon as I can."
Jimin wasn’t convinced. "You said that last time, and you came home late," he grumbled, crossing his arms.
Yoongi sighed, cupping Jimin’s cheek. "I mean it this time, love. I’ll be home soon, okay?"
Jimin looked up at him, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Fine," he relented. "But if you don’t eat properly, I’ll be very upset."
Yoongi smiled, his thumb brushing over Jimin’s cheek. "I wouldn’t dare make my beautiful husband upset."
With one last lingering kiss, Yoongi grabbed his coat and headed out.
Jimin watched the door close behind him, already feeling restless.
He says he’ll eat, but can I really trust that?
And so, the day began—Yoongi drowning in work, and Jimin trying to fight the urge to march into his office with a packed lunch anyway.
Jimin sighed as he stood in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring his coffee. The apartment felt empty without Yoongi, and the idea of his husband skipping meals irritated him.
“He says he’ll eat, but I know him too well,” Jimin mumbled, glaring at his phone, half-expecting a text from Yoongi saying he had lunch. But of course, there was nothing.
He tried to distract himself by watching a drama, but he couldn’t focus. His mind kept wandering back to Yoongi, picturing him buried under paperwork, too busy to even glance at his lunch.
That’s it.
Jimin grabbed his phone and called Yoongi. It rang a few times before the older man finally answered, his voice slightly rushed.
"Baby?" Yoongi's voice was soft but clearly distracted.
"Did you eat?" Jimin asked, his tone firm.
There was a pause before Yoongi sighed. "Not yet. I told you I’m busy, love."
Jimin frowned. "Yoongi, it takes five minutes to eat something. You promised me you'd take care of yourself!"
"I know, baby. I will, I swear. Just a couple more meetings, and I’ll be free," Yoongi reassured. "I’ll be home soon."
Jimin huffed. "Fine. But if you come home looking exhausted and starving, don’t expect me to be nice."
Yoongi chuckled, his voice softer now. "You’re adorable when you worry. I love you."
Jimin bit his lip, trying not to smile. "I love you too. Just… eat something, okay?"
"I will," Yoongi promised before hanging up.
Jimin sighed, still not convinced. He glanced at the clock, counting down the hours until his husband would finally be home.