Yours • Park Jimin ✔️

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Amin's POV----

Like the maid had said, my parents and Jimin were in the dining hall, chatting amongst themselves. I could hear the sound of their laughter from a few feet away.

I smiled as I saw them talking to each other as if they had know each other for years. As soon as I went inside the dining room, all three of them turned to me.

Heat rose to my cheeks as I felt their gazes on me. Then Jimin got up and told me to sit beside him. I nodded and made my way to the chair beside him, and sat in it.

Dinner went greater than I had expected it to. My mom and dad were very fond of Jimin. The four of us kept talking throughout dinner and then dessert and even after than until it was way past 1am and we realized that we had been talking for more than five hours.

After saying goodnight to my parents, Jimin and I entered our room. I went to the bathroom and did my night routine. Jimin went inside and changed his clothes as well, putting on an oversized shirt and lose sweat pants.

Jimin sat on the bed staring at me, as I sat in front of the dressing table and did the rest of my night routine.

Then I got into bed beside Jimin and tugged at his sleeve. He laid down beside me and in a moment I was pressed against his chest, as he wrapped his strong arms around me and moved me as close to him as possible.

"You looked beautiful tonight, Amin," Jimin suddenly said. I just hummed in response and kept my head on his chest as he stroked my hair.

"Your parents are great, Amin. They're nice and they're caring....unlike mine. I've never felt more at home before," Jimin told me quietly.

"I lived alone at my home just with the maids. But then you came into my life and I got to know what being okay and being filled really meant like. Before you, my life was just...going. But the day you entered my life, I felt what living really meant like. And now, tonight, being with your parents gave me a sense of warmth; a sense of family. I've never felt like this with my own family. It's true my mom and dad may love me, but I never felt a part of a family, unlike I did with you and your parents tonight," he said.

"You're very lucky to have this thing," he said and then kissed my forehead.

"My parents only care about me when I work. All they ever want is me working and proving successful for their company. It's true that I like my work at the company, but they never once asked me if I wanted to do something I liked. Mina was always given a chance being the elder one. But my parents only brought me up to be their successor. What if I hadn't ever wanted to take up their company? What if I ever wanted to do something else?" he spoke.

"Jimin, you've been hurting all this time alone," I whispered, rubbing circles on his chest.

"I- I never thought I'd talk about this, but I want you to know this," he told me, closing his eyes and stopping for a moment.

I just rubbed his chest in order to soothe him down.

"They never looked at me as their child. All they saw was someone who'd walk in their footsteps. They never acknowledged me as an individual. Never. All they wanted for me was to be the perfect vampire son to show to the vampire community," he whispered the last word with so much sadness and hate.

"Amin, know that whatever happens, we're together; I'm yours and you're mine. I'm never going to let you go; not ever," he said.

"Jimin, is everything alright? Why are you saying things like that? Did something happen?" I asked him.

"No. It's just that your parents are so nice and they accepted me as soon as I stepped foot here. They welcomed me into their family as their own. Just being with them for a few hours has been the most amazing experience," he said.

"But my parents are not like that. My dad. And my mom. They're not like your parents. They're not nice; they're not like family. They may be vampires but not all vampire parents are like them," he said and I saw so much pain in his eyes.

"Jimin," was all I could whisper. I buried his head inside my chest and ran a hand through his hair, and then rubbed his back.

Jimin appeared so happy all the time; always smiling and making others smile. But he had this side too. And he had been hurting all this time.

"I love you, Amin," Jimin whispered in my chest. "I love you too, Jimin," I replied only to find him fast asleep in my arms.

I ran my hand through his soft hair to deepen his sleep. And then I kissed his forehead and mumbled a small 'goodnight' to him and drifted off to the dreamland as well.