Forced to be his ♡✔️

22. Mission

After making jimin sleep, Yoongi came down to make his breakfast.

Yoongi pov

The spicy scent of kimchi jjigae filled the kitchen as I stirred the pot, humming a mindless tune. My spatula was my only companion, my mind lost in the rhythm of the simmering broth. Then, the air crackled with tension. A familiar voice, laced with a chilling edge, shattered the peaceful hum.

Mina: Yoongi, what are you doing here?'

I whipped around, my heart hammering against my ribs. Mina, Jimin's first wife, stood in the doorway. Her usual annoyance towards me was sharpened today, coated in a bitter glaze of jealousy.

Yoongi: 'Is it any of your business?'

I spat back, matching her venom.

She stepped closer, her eyes flitting between me and the empty wok.

Mina: 'You're cooking, to impress him aren't you? I—'

She trailed off, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Yoongi: I'm not making anything for that bastard,'

I growled, my fists clenched.

Yoongi; I'm making food for myself.'

The audacity of her accusations burned, Could she really believe I'd stoop to such a thing?

Mina scoffed.

Mina : 'Jimin might be a monster, but at least he didn't force you into anything. You willingly agreed to become his husband.'

Yoongi: 'Willingly?'

I scoffed, rage simmering beneath the surface.

Yoongi : 'That bastard forced me, you don't know what he's like! You love him so much, but you have no idea why.'

Mina: If you don't love him, then get out of this house. You're ruining my life,'

Mina hissed.

Yoongi: Listen, you bitch, I'm here by force,'

I snarled, my voice shaking.

Yoongi : 'I don't like you, I don't like him. Just leave. Let me have my food in peace.'

Ignoring her, I returned to the stove, ignoring her presence. Each bite of the spicy kimchi clung to my throat, leaving a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. The scent that had once been comforting now felt like a choking cloud, a reminder of everything I was trapped in.

Skip to Evening

So yeah still jimin didn't woke up, Yoongi came Back to room and admiring jimin.

Yoongi pov

His hair a mess, cheeks flushed, lips parted slightly in sleep. Even drunk and out cold, he was undeniably beautiful, a tangled mess of charm.

My heart, a strange mix of exasperation and something softer, watched him. His chubby cheeks, so inviting, I wanted to pinch them. He was the epitome of the 'babyface' mafia boss cliché, a ridiculous title, but I couldn't deny the way his sweetness disarmed everyone.