Chapter: A Delicate Apology
The tension in the Kim household had reached an all-time high. It had been three days since their last argument, and the air felt heavy with unspoken words. Yoongi stepped out of the washroom, his body adorned only in the lower half of his night suit, shirtless and unapologetically relaxed. He had just washed away the stress of the day, and as he walked toward their bedroom, he expected to find J-Hope waiting for him, eager for his attention.
Instead, he was met with a sight that melted his heart—a delicate flower curled up on their bed, snuggled tightly with his favorite soft toy. But as Yoongi approached, his heart sank. J-Hope's tear-streaked face was a stark reminder of the anger that had erupted between them. It twisted like a knife in Yoongi's chest, and the guilt washed over him as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on J-Hope's forehead.
However, his gaze fell upon the red mark encircling J-Hope's wrist, a physical manifestation of his earlier anger. Feeling a pang of remorse, he grabbed the ointment from the side table and gently applied it to the sensitive skin, whispering silent apologies in his heart. As he watched J-Hope stir slightly in his sleep, Yoongi's resolve hardened. He decided that J-Hope needed to understand the implications of being part of the Kim family, and more importantly, the significance of his innocence. In Yoongi’s mind, protecting J-Hope was paramount, even if it meant ignoring him for a while.
So began Yoongi's silent treatment. The next morning, he awoke and went through the motions of breakfast, his heart heavy but determined to follow through with his plan. J-Hope's attempts to engage him were met with cold one-word responses or complete silence. Each day passed in a blur, with Yoongi remaining unresponsive while J-Hope's cheerful spirit dimmed under the weight of his husband’s indifference.
By the third day, J-Hope felt crushed under the strain of guilt and loneliness. He missed Yoongi's warmth, his laughter, and the way they would talk about everything and nothing. Recognizing that he had made a mistake, J-Hope resolved to make amends in a heartfelt way.
With the rest of the Kim family away for a wedding, J-Hope seized the opportunity to transform their bedroom into a sanctuary of apologies. He adorned the space with delicate decorations, using soft pastel colors and twinkling fairy lights. A handmade card, emblazoned with "Sorry" in colorful letters, rested on the bedside table next to a plate of cookies decorated with smiley faces and heartfelt messages. J-Hope even put on Yoongi's favorite hoodie, which hung in the closet like a comforting memory, pairing it with a simple pair of shorts, hoping to evoke a smile from his husband.
As the evening crept in, J-Hope awaited Yoongi’s return with bated breath. When Yoongi finally walked through the door, exhaustion evident on his face, he noticed the aroma of dinner wafting through the air. But instead of seeking out J-Hope, he went straight to the dining table, hungry and eager to eat. After finishing his meal, he noticed a sticky note on the kitchen counter that read, “Come to our room.”
Curiosity piqued, he made his way to their bedroom and was momentarily taken aback by the beautiful decorations. However, in a bid to maintain his façade, Yoongi ignored the setting and plopped down on the couch, stretching out and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, allowing his exhaustion to seep into his posture.
J-Hope, peeking from around the corner, couldn’t help but admire the view. The sight of his husband, sprawled out and unapologetically comfortable, sent butterflies fluttering in his stomach. However, he quickly shook his head, focusing on the task at hand. This wasn’t about his admiration; it was about apologizing.
Moments later, J-Hope made his approach, stepping cautiously toward Yoongi with baby steps. He held a scale he had borrowed from Taehyung, and with a nervous smile, he stood before Yoongi, holding it out.
“Um, Yoongi…” he began, his voice soft and tentative. “You said I’m too delicate for your punishment… so I’m ready for it.”
Yoongi's confusion was palpable as he looked from the scale to J-Hope, who stood with all the innocence of a child. The way he had interpreted Yoongi’s earlier words was both amusing and heartwarming. It struck Yoongi as endearing how his husband could take something so serious and turn it into a moment of levity.
With a chuckle barely suppressed, Yoongi set the scale aside and pulled J-Hope onto his lap. He looked into J-Hope's eyes, searching for the courage that had always resided within him, the courage to admit how much he loved and cared for his husband.
“Did you really think I meant to hurt you?” Yoongi asked softly, brushing a thumb across J-Hope’s cheek. “I’m just trying to protect you, Hobi. You’re the most precious thing in my life.”
A blush crept across J-Hope’s cheeks as he buried his face against Yoongi's shoulder, feeling the warmth radiate from his husband. “I’m sorry for being reckless,” J-Hope murmured, his voice muffled against Yoongi’s chest. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just wanted to talk to you.”
Yoongi tightened his grip around J-Hope, holding him close as he sighed. “You don’t need to apologize for that. Just promise me you’ll be more careful. You’re too innocent for this world, and it scares me.”
J-Hope nodded against him, tears of relief threatening to spill over as he felt the tension between them begin to dissipate. “I promise, Yoongi. I’ll always be careful. I love you, and I never want to be the cause of your pain.”
With a soft smile, Yoongi tilted J-Hope’s chin up, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss that spoke of forgiveness and love. As their lips parted, J-Hope smiled brightly, and for the first time in days, he felt the weight of their argument lift.
And than they did what after a heartfelt apology every couple do
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