Long chapter ✨, read everything carefully and leave ur precious comments.
Little time skip :
Jimin's POV
The morning air hung heavy with unspoken tension, a silent weight between Yoongi and me.
It felt like a thick fog, obscuring the usual comfortable ease we shared. It started as soon as he opened his eyes, his sleepy voice calling out, "Hoseok?" It wasn't his fault, of course. he was still half-asleep, his body sluggish. But the mistake stung. His absentminded slip.
The name slipping from his lips like a forgotten memory, it hurt. It was a small thing, a whisper in the grand scheme of our lives, but it felt like a crack in the foundation of our connection.
I knew I was overthinking, but a knot of anxiety settled in my stomach. The way he'd been distant all morning, the way he seemed to avoid eye contact, it all felt like a prelude to something bad.
“Something bad is going to happen,” a voice whispered in the back of my mind. I pushed it aside, refusing to let the creeping dread take hold. All I wanted was Yoongi, his comforting presence, his warmth.
I tiptoed into the kitchen, he was standing at the counter, humming softly as he stirred something in a pan. I crept up behind him, my arms wrapping around his waist, the gentle pressure easing my anxieties.
Jimin : “Yoongi,”
I murmured, burying my face in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. It was like a drug, soothing and calming, making me feel safe.
He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. His scent, warm and comforting, was the only thing anchoring me.
A knot of anxiety tightened in my chest. Something felt off, a creeping sense of unease that wouldn't leave me alone.
Yoongi :"What's wrong, Jimin?"
Yoongi asked softly, turning from the stove where he was preparing breakfast. His expression was concerned, his warm eyes searching mine.
I wanted to shake off this negativity, to push aside the fear that was taking root. I needed Yoongi, his presence, his warmth, his scent.
His back a comforting haven against mine. I inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma that was uniquely him – a blend of vanilla and cinnamon that always sent a jolt of pure contentment through me.
Jimin : "It's like... you're pulling away from me. Am I just overthinking? Or are you planning to leave?"
The words tumbled out, fueled by a desperation I couldn't control.
Jimin : "Did you forgive me? Are we okay?"
My voice quivered, a tremor of uncertainty lacing through it.
He sighed, the sound heavy with a familiar understanding.
Yoongi : "I'm sorry, Jimin. I'm sorry for making you feel insecure."
He turned, his warm hand cupping my cheek.
Yoongi : "Yes, I forgive you. Just... we both need a little time to breathe, to let things settle. We'll be okay, I promise."
His words were a balm to my anxieties, but the fear still lingered.
His lips then met mine, a flurry of soft kisses that chased away a sliver of doubt. He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with a love I knew was true.
Yoongi : "Happy?"
he asked, his voice a low murmur.
Jimin : Hum,"
YOU ARE READING
Forced to be his ♡✔️
FanfictionStarting of the story may be cringe but eventually you will start loving it ✔️ Thank you so much @Sirenn_07 for making amazing cover 💜 when his aunt , uncle sold him to mafia King for payment they can't re-pay ... But Mafia fell in love with him ♥...
