Childhood friends Park Jimin and Min Yoongi share an unbreakable bond, unaware they are fated mates. When a trusted elder betrays their packs, Yoongi is captured, and Jimin embarks on a daring rescue. As they fight to reclaim their home, their true...
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As the celebration continued, laughter and chatter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and camaraderie. Jimin and Yoongi returned to the group, their hands still intertwined, their smiles bright. Jungkook spotted them first and bounded over, his youthful energy contagious. "Hey, hyung! You two look like you're in your own little world!" he teased, a playful grin on his face.
Jimin chuckled, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Just taking a moment to appreciate the victory," he replied, glancing at Yoongi, who squeezed his hand tighter.
"Well, you should probably come join the fun," Jungkook urged, tugging on Jimin's sleeve. "Taehyung and Hoseok are showing off their dance moves, and I need backup to take them down!"
"Backup?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You're going to need more than just backup to beat those two."
"Hey!" Jungkook protested, though a laugh escaped him. "I'll show you! Come on!" He led the way back to the center of the gathering, where Taehyung and Hoseok were still dancing, now drawing an audience.
As they approached, Hoseok noticed them and called out, "Look who finally decided to join us! Come on, Jimin! Show us your moves!"
Jimin laughed and shrugged. "I'm not sure I have any moves, but I'll give it a shot!" He stepped into the circle, and the others cheered him on.
Yoongi stood off to the side, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. "You got this, Jimin!" he encouraged, his voice carrying over the music.
"Thanks, hyung!" Jimin replied, his confidence bolstered. He started to dance, laughing and trying to keep up with Taehyung and Hoseok's rhythm.
Yoongi's POV
As I stood at the edge of the dance circle, the vibrant energy of the celebration enveloped me, but all I could see was Jimin. He was like a beacon of light, every movement drawing me in deeper. The music pulsed through the air, and Jimin danced with such effortless grace that it felt like watching art come to life.
My heart raced, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. The way he twirled, the way his laughter echoed, it captivated me completely. I was lost in a world where only Jimin existed, and I was reminded just how deeply I had fallen for him. I felt as if I was drowning in a sea of emotions—love, admiration, and a fierce protectiveness that surged through my veins.
With each step he took, my admiration morphed into something more profound. It hit me like a tidal wave; I was hopelessly in love with him. I had always known it, but watching him dance like this brought a new clarity. This connection between us wasn't just a fleeting moment; it was my reality, my heartbeat.
Jimin caught my gaze and grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He moved toward me, inviting me into his world. "Are you just going to stand there, hyung? Come dance with me!" he exclaimed, pulling me from my reverie.
