||WHISPERS OF Revenge|| Yoonmin FF

35. Pregnant?

6 month later

The kitchen was a sanctuary of warmth and domesticity. While the rest of the family was immersed in a cinematic world, Yoongi and Jimin found solace in their shared space.

Jimin hummed a soft melody as he washed dishes, his slender fingers moving with grace. Yoongi, leaning against the counter, watched him with a gentle smile.

A comfortable silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the clinking of porcelain.

Yoongi's gaze drifted from Jimin's hands to his face, his eyes lingering on the soft curve of his lips.

A sudden impulse surged through him. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of damp hair away from Jimin's forehead.

Jimin turned, their eyes meeting. A blush crept up Jimin's cheeks as he lowered his gaze. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat. He leaned in, their breaths mingling in the still air.

Just as their lips were about to touch, a sharp clatter from the living room interrupted the moment.

They pulled apart, their hearts racing.
A shared laugh escaped their lips as they exchanged amused glances.

The interruption had been a comical anticlimax, but the intimacy of the moment lingered in the air.

They returned to their tasks, their hands brushing against each other occasionally, sending electric shivers down their spines.

As the evening wore on, the quiet intimacy of the kitchen deepened. Jimin dried the last dish, his movements slow and deliberate. Yoongi watched him, a soft expression on his face.

"You know," Yoongi began, his voice low, "I can't believe how lucky I am."

Jimin turned, a questioning look in his eyes. "Lucky?"

Yoongi nodded. "To have you. To have Sumi. To have a family. It's like a dream come true."

Jimin's heart swelled with warmth. He approached Yoongi and stood on tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I feel the same way," he whispered.

Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them.
The kitchen, once a mundane space, had transformed into a haven of love and connection.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Yoongi pulled Jimin closer, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

The soft clinking of dishes in the background seemed to fade into insignificance as they lost themselves in each other's embrace.

It was a moment of pure, unadulterated connection, a testament to the depth of their love and the strength of their bond.

The kiss deepened, a tender exploration of intimacy. The world outside seemed to fade into a distant hum as they surrendered to the moment.

Their hands found their way to each other, a silent language of their own. The kitchen, once filled with the mundane sounds of domesticity, was now alive with the rhythm of their hearts.

For a brief, perfect moment, time stood still. It was in this shared silence that they found a connection deeper than words, a bond forged in trust and love.

When they finally pulled apart, their breaths were ragged, their eyes filled with a tender affection.

A soft smile played on Jimin's lips as he rested his forehead against Yoongi's.
"I love you," Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible.

Yoongi's heart swelled. "I love you too," he replied, his voice filled with a depth of emotion he had never known before.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that their love story was far from over.

It was just beginning, a beautiful tapestry woven with threads of trust, intimacy, and a profound sense of belonging.

Lost in the depths of each other's eyes, Yoongi and Jimin were pulled back to reality by the sharp, panicked cries of Namjoon and Sumi.

Their shared moment shattered, they rushed out of the kitchen, their hearts pounding. There, in the living room, was a scene of chaos.

Jin lay motionless on the floor, his pale complexion stark against the vibrant colors of the room.

Panic surged through Jimin as he knelt beside Jin, his hands trembling. He could feel the cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. "Call an ambulance," he managed to croak out to Namjoon, his voice barely a whisper.

Namjoon, his face etched with terror, nodded and fumbled for his phone.
Sumi, tears streaming down his face, clung to Jimin's leg, his small body shaking.

Jimin pulled the child into a comforting embrace, whispering reassurances.
When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics swiftly took charge.

As they wheeled Jin away, Jimin felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. Namjoon, his face a mask of despair, clung to Jimin, his silent sobs echoing in the quiet house.

A local doctor arrived shortly after, his face etched with concern. He examined Jin thoroughly, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Finally, he looked at Namjoon and Jimin, his expression softening.
"There's no need to worry," the doctor said, his voice gentle. "Jin is fine. he's just fainted due to stress and exhaustion."

Relief washed over Jimin and Namjoon, their bodies relaxing in unison. But the doctor's next words sent shockwaves through the room.

"Actually," he continued, a knowing smile spreading across his face, "there's something else I need to tell you. Jin is pregnant."

The room fell silent. Namjoon's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind racing. Jimin's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of joy and disbelief overwhelming him.

Tears of happiness started to stream down his face as he looked at Namjoon, his eyes filled with a love he couldn't contain.

This was a moment they had never imagined, a dream come true. A new chapter was beginning, filled with the promise of new life and a love that would only grow stronger.