🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

17.

As the night continued, the atmosphere in the house grew warmer and cozier. After a while, Taehyung and Jungkook excused themselves, giving each other knowing smiles as they disappeared upstairs. Jimin rolled his eyes at their retreat but couldn’t help smiling as he realized how much happiness they had found with each other.

Yoongi leaned back against the couch, his arm casually resting on the back, close to Jimin’s shoulder. “Looks like the lovebirds are off to enjoy some alone time,” Yoongi teased, watching Jimin’s reaction closely.

Jimin smirked, leaning back as well. “Yeah, as if they could keep their hands off each other for more than an hour.”

Yoongi chuckled, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s face. “You sound jealous.”

“Jealous? Please,” Jimin scoffed, though he felt a warmth creeping up his neck. He could feel the tension between them again, that unspoken energy that had been simmering all evening.

“Really?” Yoongi’s voice dropped, becoming more playful, teasing. “Because you’ve been blushing since we sat down.”

Jimin opened his mouth to retort but found himself momentarily speechless. “I’m not—” he started but then realized there was no point denying it. “You’re imagining things.”

Yoongi shifted slightly, his body leaning closer. “Am I?” he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down Jimin’s spine.

Jimin’s eyes flickered to Yoongi’s, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as Yoongi leaned in, their faces now only inches apart. The proximity made Jimin’s pulse quicken, but he held his ground, refusing to back down.

“I don’t get why you’re always teasing me,” Jimin said, his voice quieter now, almost unsure.

“Because I like watching you get flustered,” Yoongi admitted with a soft chuckle, his tone more genuine this time. “You’re cute when you’re trying to act tough.”

Jimin felt his face heat up again, but he managed a small laugh. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but you’re not as smooth as you think.”

“Oh?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter. “Guess I’ll have to try harder.”

Before Jimin could respond, Yoongi’s hand moved from the back of the couch to rest gently on his shoulder. The touch was light, but it sent a jolt of awareness through Jimin’s body. His breath caught in his throat, and for a second, neither of them spoke.

Then, in a move that surprised even himself, Jimin reached up and placed his hand over Yoongi’s, holding it there. The gesture was small, but it felt significant in the moment, like a silent acknowledgment of whatever had been building between them.

Yoongi’s eyes softened, and the teasing glint was replaced by something warmer, more sincere. “So… are you gonna admit you like me teasing you?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost a whisper.

Jimin bit his lip, his heart racing. “Maybe,” he replied, barely audible.

Yoongi’s lips curled into a soft smile, and without another word, he leaned forward, his forehead gently touching Jimin’s. The closeness made Jimin’s heart race even faster, but this time, he didn’t feel the need to pull away. It felt natural, like this was exactly where they were meant to be.

For a few long moments, they stayed like that, simply breathing in each other’s presence, the air around them thick with anticipation. Finally, Yoongi pulled back just slightly, his gaze still locked on Jimin’s. “You’re gonna drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured.