🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

70.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Jimin stirred awake, his body still warm and comfortable in Yoongi’s arms. For a moment, he lay there, taking in the peace of the moment, feeling Yoongi’s steady heartbeat beneath his ear. It was a simple, but profound comfort—a reminder that he wasn’t alone anymore.

As Jimin shifted slightly, Yoongi groaned, his voice raspy with sleep. "Good morning," he murmured, tightening his hold on Jimin.

Jimin smiled softly. "Morning." His voice was light, almost playful. He had woken up feeling lighter than he had in months. Maybe even years.

They stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying each other’s presence, until Yoongi finally pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair away from Jimin’s face. "How are you feeling today?"

Jimin paused, taking a moment to really think about it. His body still ached a little from the stress of the past few days, but emotionally? He felt… lighter. "I think I’m okay," he said, surprising even himself. "I’m still processing everything, but... I feel better."

Yoongi smiled softly, his thumb gently caressing Jimin’s cheek. "Good. We’ll take it one day at a time."

Jimin nodded, leaning into Yoongi’s touch, grateful for the man who had stayed by his side through everything. "Thank you for not giving up on me."

Yoongi’s expression softened, his gaze full of affection. "I could never give up on you, Jimin. Not then, not now. You’re everything to me."

Jimin’s heart swelled at Yoongi’s words, and for the first time in a long while, he felt like maybe he could believe that. He wasn’t alone, and he wasn’t a burden. Yoongi loved him, and that love had carried him through so much.

After a few more moments of peaceful quiet, the two of them decided to get up and start the day. The house was still relatively quiet, but the smell of breakfast being prepared wafted through the air, signaling that Taehyung and Jungkook were probably downstairs already.

When they finally made their way down, they were greeted by the sight of Taehyung standing in the kitchen, trying to cook pancakes, while Jungkook looked on, teasing him about his cooking skills—or lack thereof.

"Are you sure you’re not just making a mess, Tae?" Jungkook teased, leaning against the counter with a playful grin.

Taehyung huffed, flipping a pancake that was clearly slightly burnt. "I’m trying! Besides, it’s the thought that counts, right?"

Jungkook laughed, rolling his eyes. "I guess we’ll see how edible it is once you’re done."

Jimin chuckled at the sight, feeling a warmth spread through him. It felt so... normal. Like they were all just a family again, teasing each other and sharing moments of simple happiness. He hadn’t realized how much he had missed this—the laughter, the teasing, the love that surrounded them.

"Need any help?" Jimin offered as he and Yoongi walked into the kitchen.

Taehyung turned around, a grin spreading across his face. "Jimin! I’m making breakfast! But... I might need some help with the pancakes," he admitted sheepishly, holding up a slightly charred one as proof.

Jimin laughed softly, stepping forward to help. "Let’s see what we can do."

The morning passed in a flurry of laughter and playful banter as they worked together to salvage Taehyung’s cooking attempt. Despite the burnt pancakes, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that they were together, and for the first time in a long while, Jimin felt truly at home.

After breakfast, they all sat around the living room, sipping on coffee and talking about everything and nothing at all. Taehyung and Jungkook filled the room with their lighthearted energy, and Yoongi stayed close to Jimin, their hands intertwined the entire time.

At one point, Jungkook glanced over at Jimin, his expression softening. "Hyung, you seem... different. Happier," he observed, his voice gentle but curious.

Jimin looked at him, feeling a surge of warmth in his chest. "I am," he admitted, his voice soft but steady. "It’s been hard, but... I think I’m finally starting to heal."

Jungkook smiled at that, his eyes full of affection for his older brother. "I’m glad. You deserve to be happy."

Jimin felt a lump form in his throat at Jungkook’s words. It had been so long since he had believed that he deserved anything good, but hearing it from his brother made him feel a little more sure of it. He nodded, blinking back the sudden moisture in his eyes. "Thank you, Jungkook."

The day continued in much the same way—full of light and warmth. They spent hours talking, reminiscing about the old days, and even making plans for the future. It was like a weight had been lifted from all of them, and the heaviness that had once hung over the house was replaced by hope and love.

Later that evening, as the sun began to set, Jimin found himself sitting outside on the porch, watching the colors of the sky change from gold to pink to deep purple. Yoongi joined him after a while, sitting down beside him and slipping his hand into Jimin’s.

"You’ve come so far," Yoongi said softly, his voice filled with pride. "And I’m so proud of you."

Jimin leaned his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, feeling a wave of emotion wash over him. "I wouldn’t have made it without you," he whispered.

Yoongi pressed a soft kiss to Jimin’s temple, his voice gentle as he replied, "We’ve got each other now. That’s all that matters."

And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Jimin felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time—hope. A future filled with love, joy, and the promise of better days. A future where he wasn’t alone, where he had Yoongi, their friends, and soon, their child. For the first time in what felt like forever, Jimin allowed himself to believe in happiness again.

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