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41 . Hoseok ..?

Yoongi's POV

The warmth of Jimin's body pressed against mine, his arms wrapped tight around my waist. A soft sigh escaped his lips, a mix of strawberry and wine swirling in the air. He tasted like summer, sweet and slightly intoxicating.

Yoongi : "You smell and taste like strawberries and too much wine, Jimin,"

I murmured, my voice low and soft ,

Yoongi : "Why did you drink so much? And how did you even get here in this state?"

He mumbled something unintelligible, his words slurred.

Jimin : "I ate a lot of strawberries...Taehyung bought them,"

he finally managed, his voice a playful whine.

Jimin : "That's why I taste like strawberries. I didn't come here by myself, though. Taehyung drove me because I was whining to see you... I already found your location."

I raised an eyebrow.

Yoongi : "I was wondering how you managed to drive from your mansion here. I was surprised to see you on the couch.thanks to tae"

He yawned, his eyes fluttering closed.

Jimin: "I'm sleepy...but don't leave me while I'm sleeping,"

he mumbled, his voice fading into a soft whisper. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep, his head still nestled against my stomach.

I watched him, his face serene in repose. His lips were so full and inviting, and his usual playful charm morphed into something even more endearing in his drunken state.

I couldn't help but wonder when did he started drinking. With a gentle touch, I leaned down and kissed his forehead, the warmth of his skin spreading through me.

He looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, that I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me. I couldn't help but feel a little bit of amusement at his recklessness. But I was also undeniably drawn to the captivating side of him that emerged when he was under the influence.

I watched him sleep, As I looked at him, my heart was full of an emotion I couldn't quite decipher. It was a mix of love, affection, and a desire to keep this fragile, intoxicating creature forever safe within my embrace.

Jimin's POV

The first rays of sunlight tickled my eyelids, pulling me from a dream that felt both familiar and strange.

My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself nestled in the most unexpected, yet comforting of places – Yoongi’s lap. My heart leaped in my chest, a giddy rush of warmth spreading through me. He was real. I couldn't believe it.

My fingers, driven by an irresistible urge, traced the delicate lines of his face.

The smooth skin, the way his brow furrowed slightly in his sleep, the faint dusting of freckles on his nose - it was all so real, so perfect.

I leaned in closer, mesmerized by the way his chest rose and fell with each gentle breath.

He looked so peaceful, so beautiful in his slumber. My lips brushed against his nose, a feather-light touch that sent a wave of love.

And then he opened his eyes.

Yoongi : "Hoseok!"

he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

The sound of that name, so close to my ear, shattered the fragile happiness I'd been feeling. I stared back at him, utterly speechless, my heart sinking with a dull ache.

My smile faltered, the warmth in my chest replaced by a sharp pang of disappointment.

I had been so lost in the moment, so wrapped up in my own little world of stolen kisses and whispered hopes, that I hadn't noticed the name that slipped from his lips.

It was like a bucket of ice water splashed on me, dousing the flames of my hopeful dreams.

my gaze fixed on his eyes, trying to decipher the emotions swirling beneath the surface.

He rubbed his eyes, confusion replacing the slumberous haze.

Yoongi : "Jimin?"

His voice was a breathy whisper, laced with a touch of panic.

Yoongi : "I'm so sorry. It's just… I was having these flashbacks, you know, from my past. I suddenly… I forgot it wasn't real, and for a moment… I was paralyzed, Jim...."

He looked at me, his eyes pleading for understanding. My own heart ached for him, for the pain he was clearly battling. I couldn't bear to see him hurting, even if it was because of a phantom memory.

Jimin : "It's okay, Yoongi,"

I managed to say, my voice tight with emotion.

Jimin :  "It's alright. Don't worry about it. You need to rest as now a day's ur pressing ur brain too much. Don't push yourself ."

I reached out, my hand hovering over his, hesitant but wanting to offer some comfort, some reassurance. I knew I had to pretend that I was alright, that my own heart wasn't breaking into a million pieces. For now, all that mattered was that Yoongi was safe, that he was okay.

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