Taehyung was genuinely happy today— he solved Yoonmin issue and now he had made a new friend. He spent the entire day with Minho, a friendly and incredibly intelligent guy who even helped him with Maths. Of course, Minho was a genius. His presence brought joy to Taehyung's day. For the first time in a long while, Taehyung felt truly happy.
The day passed quickly, and Taehyung finally reached home. With soft, quiet steps, he opened the door and peeked inside without making a sound. A wide smile spread across his face when he saw the two cuties cuddled up together in bed. He tiptoed in, snapped pictures from every angle, then quietly slipped back out of the room.
Collapsing onto the couch, he checked the photos. Jimin was curled up with his face buried against Yoongi's chest, tear stains still visible on his cheeks—but even in sleep, a faint smile lingered. And Yoongi, of course, wore his usual peaceful smile, arms wrapped protectively around his beloved "pub."
The evening turned chaotic soon after, with an angry mochi chasing a panicked bear around the house. While Yoongi quietly made some snacks for them.
"You rotten carrot! Come here this instant or I'll chop you into pieces!" Jimin shouted, storming after Taehyung.
"Why would I come to you when I know you're going to chop me?" Taehyung yelled back, dashing around the house like a man on the run.
The wild chase continued until Taehyung finally hid behind Yoongi for protection—desperately trying to save his ass.
"Hyunggggggg... Save me..." Taehyung whined, hugging Yoongi from behind with a deep pout. Yoongi stepped between the chaotic duo, trying to break up the fight.
"Hyung, move. I need to whoop his ass," Jimin said, trying to push past him.
"Not gonna happen. You're not touching my baby," Yoongi said firmly, spreading his arms protectively in front of Taehyung.
Jimin gasped, staring at him in disbelief. "You cheater! Just a moment ago, you were cuddling me, crying in my arms—and now he's your baby?"
Yoongi rolled his eyes as Taehyung burst into laughter, practically rolling on the floor.
"You're my pub—my babe, my love, my soon-to-be everything," Yoongi said, wrapping his arms around Jimin's waist. "But this little brat on the floor is my baby as in my kid. He's my little bear who saved my life and brought you back to me. He'll always be one of the most important people in my life."
With those heartfelt words, Yoongi leaned in and pecked Jimin on the forehead. Jimin smiled warmly but pouted again when he saw Taehyung teasing him by sticking out his tongue.
"Fine, I won't beat his ass... TODAY," Jimin grumbled, crossing his arms dramatically, still pretending to sulk.
Yoongi chuckled and kissed his cheek, tightening his arms around him.
"That's like my good pub. Now come on, let's eat—snacks are ready."
He guided them to the table where everything was already set. Taehyung skipped ahead cheerfully, plopping into a seat and handing Yoongi a pair of chopsticks.
"Feed me! Ahhh~" he chirped, mouth open like a baby bird.
Yoongi laughed at his childishness but indulged him anyway, feeding him gently. As he looked at the boy in front of him, a soft smile touched his lips—but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Regret tugged at his heart.
He didn't deserve that pain, Yoongi thought, remembering the past. I should've stopped my Jungkook from hurting him...
He sighed quietly and continued feeding Taehyung, determined to protect the warmth he now had.
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Jimin sat down with a sigh, still pretending to pout, but the way he leaned into Yoongi's side betrayed him. He wasn't really mad anymore. Not when Yoongi was feeding Taehyung with that fond smile, and not when the table was full of his favorite snacks.
Taehyung munched happily, cheeks puffed like a hamster, pointing his chopsticks toward Jimin. "Hyung, don't sulk. You look like a dumpling ready to explode."
"I'm not sulking!" Jimin snapped back, picking up his chopsticks and stuffing a bite into his mouth to prove it.
Yoongi chuckled softly and reached to ruffle both their heads. "You two are like chaos and disaster in a blender."
"Yaaaa!" they shouted in unison.
Yoongi only smiled. His heart felt full—dangerously so. Like it wasn't used to being this warm. Like it could crack if it tried to hold too much happiness at once.
Like for years, it had been cold, quiet, and full of regrets. But now? This tiny table, with a mischievous bear and a dramatic dumpling arguing over who gets fed first, felt like home.
Taehyung suddenly poked Yoongi's cheek with his chopstick. "Hyung, you're zoning out. Don't tell me you're old already?"
"I am older than both of you," Yoongi said flatly.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "You want your cheeks kissed again or slapped this time?"
"Both," Jimin smirked.
Taehyung nearly choked from laughing.
They spent the evening just like that—laughing, teasing, stealing food from each other's plates. No pretenses. No masks. Just comfort, as if the past pain never existed... even if it still echoed quietly in the corners of Yoongi's heart.
And for once, it felt okay not to fix everything. Just to feel.
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