ALL IS HER

PART 8[ HIS FEELINGS]

Y/n pov:

I stumbled through the front door, my heart heavy, my tears still streaming down my face. I was sure I looked like a complete mess—like some girl who had just been dumped by her boyfriend. The weight of the day pressed down on me, and I wasn't sure where to go or what to do. I just wanted to escape from the thoughts swirling in my mind, the secrets, the tension, and the sudden storm I had been thrust into.

As I started to leave the living room, though, a hand shot out and gripped my arm, pulling me back into a strong chest. For a moment, I was too stunned to react, my mind struggling to catch up. But then, his voice, calm and familiar, stopped me.

"Honey."

My heart skipped. Jimin.

Before I could push him away, I quickly composed myself, shaking my head as if to clear away the fog that clouded my thoughts.

"What are you doing here, Jimin?" I asked, my voice a little more controlled than I felt.

"I came to see you, nothing much." He smiled, and it felt like everything else in the world was on pause.

I took a deep breath, trying to push back the chaos in my head. "Oh, I just came from outside. Give me some time to freshen up. I'll be downstairs in a minute."

His gaze lingered on me, but he didn't push. Instead, he tilted his head, concern creeping into his voice. "Yeah, I can see that, but why are your eyes so puffy and red? Did you cry?"

Damn.

I tried to muster up a smile, but it felt fake. "No, no, why would I cry?" I laughed, but it came out a little too shaky. I couldn't let him know what had just happened. He would go insane. I remembered the time I was 16 and cried because Yoongi forgot to buy me chocolate—Jimin had barged into the house with four boxes of chocolates and scolded Yoongi for hours. If he found out about the real reason I was upset... I didn't want to imagine what he would do.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Stop daydreaming. I'm sure something happened. Did Yoongi make you cry?"

I tried to dodge it. "Aish, no, Jimin. Now stop asking me. I'm tired. Let me change first."

He stared at me for a second longer, then sighed. "Okay, okay. Come down when you're ready. We'll watch a movie after lunch."

"Thanks," I replied, giving him a small smile.

I quickly went upstairs to freshen up, my mind still tangled in the mess of what I had uncovered earlier. How could Yoongi keep such an important thing from me? An agreement that could destroy everything we had worked for? My chest tightened, but I tried to push it down. There was no time for this now.

By the time I came downstairs, Jimin had already started eating lunch, his usual laid-back demeanor giving me a small sense of normalcy. I joined him at the table, trying to focus on the food in front of me, but the thought of the agreement kept creeping back into my mind. After we finished eating, we made our way to the home theater area. Jimin was already munching on popcorn, scrolling through Netflix.

I let out a small smile as I sat beside him. "What did you find?"

"Look," he said, pointing at the screen. "I found something. Can we watch it?"