Diary boy || yoonmin. ✓

Chapter 41

The school days had changed since Wonwoo's departure.

Jimin and Yoongi found solace in their new routine, far away from the torment that once haunted them.

Jimin had grown resilient, no longer fearing the judgmental eyes of his classmates.

Occasionally, Eunhee would utter harsh words, but they no longer held any power over him. Jimin simply brushed them off, his spirit untamed.

As the weekend approached, anticipation filled the air. Saturday was a day of freedom, and tomorrow, Sunday, promised tranquility.

On this particular evening, Yoongi roused from his slumber, his eyes heavy with sleep. However, the absence of Jimin beside him caught his attention.

Rubbing his eyes, Yoongi made his way downstairs, his steps quiet as he descended.

The soft glow of the evening sun seeped through the curtains, casting a warm light on their living room.

There, he found Jimin sitting on the sofa, the television playing silently in the background. But Jimin wasn't watching TV; instead, he appeared lost in thought, a dreamy look in his eyes.

Yoongi settled down beside Jimin, a curious smile tugging at his lips.

"Hey, where are you lost?" he asked, glancing at Jimin's flushed cheeks. Something seemed different today.

Jimin blinked and turned his gaze toward Yoongi. His cheeks reddened even further, making it evident that something was amiss.

"Oh, it's nothing," he mumbled, trying to hide his embarrassment.

But Yoongi wasn't one to let mysteries go unsolved.

He leaned closer to Jimin's face, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Why are you all red this early in the evening?" he teased.

"Did you have a wet dream about me?"

Jimin couldn't help but burst into laughter. "You're such a pervert," he said, playfully hitting Yoongi.

However, he noticed Yoongi flinching and instantly grew concerned. "Wait, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!"

Yoongi, still chuckling, shook his head. "Nah, you didn't hurt me," he reassured Jimin.

"I was just kidding. Your laughter is all I need to heal, Jimin."

They both shared a genuine laugh, and the weight of the past seemed to fade into oblivion.

Jimin sat on the couch, his heart pounding with hesitation.

He had something on his mind, something he needed to tell Yoongi.

As he bit his lip nervously, Yoongi looked at him, concern knitting his brows.

"What's bothering you, Jimin?" Yoongi asked, his voice gentle.

Jimin took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment before finally admitting, "I had a dream this morning."

Yoongi's expression shifted, a frown forming on his face.

Jimin nodded, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I dreamt that we got married,"

He confessed, his gaze filled with affection as he looked at Yoongi.

But instead of the reaction Jimin expected, Yoongi abruptly stood up, leaving the living room without a word.

Jimin watched him go, puzzled and a bit hurt, wondering if he had said something wrong.