Husfriends ~𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓲𝓷

Chapter 12, Yoongi

Chapter 12
Yoongi

I woke up to the soft warmth against my chest, the steady rise and fall of a smaller body pressed close to mine. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I looked down, only to be met with the sight of a small, puffy-haired boy curled up against me, his arms still wrapped securely around my waist.

Jimin.

A smile tugged at my lips as I watched him, completely lost in the innocence of his peaceful expression. His lips were slightly parted, his nose scrunched up ever so slightly, and—God—how could someone look so effortlessly beautiful even in sleep?

But then, as I continued staring at him, the weight of my past actions came crashing down again. The things I had said to him, the way I had treated him… how could I ever make up for it?

A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it.

I’m so sorry, Jimin. For everything.

I hadn’t even noticed my silent crying until I felt the small body in my arms stir slightly. Before I could compose myself, Jimin shifted, his lashes fluttering open.

He blinked up at me, his gaze still heavy with sleep.

"Hyung… why are you crying?" he mumbled, his voice laced with drowsiness.

I quickly wiped my tears away and forced a small smile. "Oh, you’re awake! Sweet morning to my sweet husfriend," I said, trying to divert his attention.

Jimin blinked at me before frowning. "Hmm… morning. But why are you ignoring my question?"

"Huh? When did I ignore anything?" I asked, pretending not to understand.

Jimin narrowed his eyes at me. "I asked why you were crying. Now answer me properly."

I scratched the back of my head awkwardly. "Amm… actually, I wasn’t crying. Something just got in my eyes, so… a little water came out, that’s all."

Jimin crossed his arms and glared. "Don’t you dare lie to me, Min Yoongi. Spell out the truth."

I gulped. This little thing really had a way of making me nervous.

Smiling sheepishly, I tried again. "N-no, really, there’s noth—"

Jimin cut me off with another glare.

"Okay, okay, I’m sorry!" I gave up, sighing. "I… I was just really missing my Chimy."

At that, Jimin’s expression softened. Without hesitation, he reached up and wiped away the lingering tears from my cheeks, his thumb gentle against my skin.

"See?" he murmured. "I know I lost my memories, but I’m still here, right? So don’t cry, okay?"

I stared at him, my heart aching. Even without his memories, he was still my Jimin—kind, caring, and always putting others first.

I nodded slowly. "Can I ask you something?"

Jimin tilted his head. "Yeah?"

I hesitated for a moment before finally voicing the question that had been bothering me since last night. "Why did you ask me to cuddle with you?"

Jimin blinked at me like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why not? You’re my husband, right? Then what’s the problem?"

I parted my lips to answer—to tell him that he had lost his memories, that he didn’t have to feel obligated just because of our past relationship—but before I could say anything, Jimin suddenly whined, "Hmmm… okay, I’m hungry."