The next day at the café was as busy as usual. Jimin, feeling overheated from his work in the kitchen, decided to search for a spare shirt in Jin’s office. As he entered the room, he noticed a dusty, red box shoved into a corner. Curious, he pulled it out and opened it, revealing old letters, small gifts, and various trinkets.
Before he could dig deeper, Jin burst into the office, his face a mix of shock and anger. “What are you doing with that?” he demanded, his voice sharp.
Jimin was startled by Jin’s sudden appearance and his aggressive tone. “I was just looking for a shirt! I found this box and was curious about what’s inside.”
Jin snatched the box from Jimin’s hands with surprising force. “It’s nothing. Just some old stuff. You shouldn’t be snooping around.”
Jimin’s eyes widened, his frustration mounting. “Why are you being so secretive? What’s the big deal? Why won’t you just tell me what it is?”
Jin’s face turned red as he tried to keep his composure. “I told you, it’s just old stuff. There’s no reason for you to be involved.”
Jimin’s anger flared. “No reason? I’m part of this café, and I’m part of your life. I deserve to know if something’s important!”
Jin’s voice rose, clearly agitated. “It’s not about you deserving to know! It’s about respecting privacy. Some things are meant to be kept private!”
Their shouting grew louder, echoing through the café. Yoongi, hearing the commotion, rushed over and opened the office door to find Jin and Jimin in a heated argument.
“What’s going on here?” Yoongi demanded, stepping into the fray.
Jin and Jimin both turned to face him, the tension thick in the air. Jin quickly tried to defuse the situation. “Yoongi, it’s nothing. Just a misunderstanding.”
Jimin’s frustration was evident. “Jin’s been hiding something and won’t tell me what it is. I want to know why he’s being so secretive.”
Yoongi looked at the red box, then at Jin
Fuck.
"Jimin, that's nothing. Don't make it a big deal, maybe it's just Jin's underwears or old stuff?"
Jin’s face was flushed, and he struggled to find the right words. “Yes! It’s... it’s just old personal stuff. I didn’t want to bring up old memories. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
Jimin’s voice was sharp with anger. “Don’t brush me off like that! If it’s nothing, then why are you making it such a big deal?”
The argument continued to escalate, both Jin and Jimin shouting over each other. Yoongi tried to intervene, his frustration growing. “Enough! If it’s personal, then maybe it should stay that way. But yelling at each other isn’t going to solve anything.”
Jin sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. “Fine. I’m sorry for overreacting. It’s just that these things are tied to some old, personal memories. I didn’t want to burden you with them.”
Jimin crossed his arms, still fuming. “Well, it would’ve been better if you’d just been honest from the start.”
Yoongi nodded, trying to calm the situation. “Let’s all just take a breather. We can talk about this later, when things are less heated.”
******
As the shift ended and the café quieted down, Jimin stormed into his apartment, still fuming from the earlier argument with Jin. The frustration from the day weighed heavily on him, and he flopped onto his couch with a scowl, his mind racing.
Yoongi, who had followed him, noticed Jimin’s mood immediately. He approached him with a concerned expression, his own feelings of frustration set aside in favor of comforting Jimin.
“Hey, Jimin,” Yoongi said softly, sitting down beside him. “You’re really worked up. Want to talk about it?”
Jimin didn’t answer immediately, his gaze fixed on the floor. Yoongi gently took Jimin’s hand, rubbing it with his thumb, trying to offer some comfort.
Without a word, Jimin sat there, clearly struggling to let go of his anger. Yoongi decided to take a different approach. He carefully climbed onto Jimin’s lap, shifting to straddle him and pressing close.
“Yoongi, what are you—” Jimin started, but his words were cut off by Yoongi’s gentle kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and lips.
Yoongi’s kisses were soft and tender, each one meant to soothe Jimin’s frazzled nerves. He placed lingering pecks along Jimin’s jawline, his warmth spreading through Jimin’s body. “It’s okay,” Yoongi murmured between kisses. “I’m here for you.”
Jimin’s anger began to melt away, replaced by the warmth of Yoongi’s affection. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax into Yoongi’s embrace. The soft, rhythmic touch of Yoongi’s lips was calming, like a balm to his troubled thoughts.
Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin’s neck, pulling him closer. “I know things were rough today. Just let me be here for you.”
Jimin finally let out a deep sigh, his tension easing as he buried his face in Yoongi’s shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice muffled by the soft fabric of Yoongi’s shirt. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”
Yoongi smiled, his heart full as he continued to kiss Jimin’s head, his hands gently stroking Jimin’s back. “I’m glad I can help. You mean so much to me.”
The two of them sat there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the softness of the moment a stark contrast to the earlier conflict.
"How about we move in together?"
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The Rich Man's Son
FanfictionMin Yoongi, a spoiled bratty boy, got sent to a crappy apartment that was linked to a small coffee shop downstairs. Mr. and Mrs. Min was worried that Yoongi won't live on his own without their help. They decided to send him off as a punishment to h...
