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Chapter 15, Jimin and yoongi

Chapter 15
Jimin and yoongi

Jimin

The first rays of the sun peeked through my window, painting the room in a soft, golden glow. The warmth barely reached me, though—the weight of last night still lingered in my chest.

I lay there for a while, lost in my thoughts, until my mother’s voice broke through the morning silence.

"Jimin, sweetheart, wake up! You'll be late for university, baby!"

I groaned softly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My body felt heavy, my mind even more so, but I forced myself up. "I'm up, Eomma," I called back, my voice thick with sleep.

Dragging myself to the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the exhaustion clinging to me. The coolness jolted me awake, but it did nothing to clear the storm in my head. A sigh escaped my lips as I stepped into the shower, letting the water cascade over me.

Last night’s events played in my mind like a cruel, never-ending movie. The anger in Yoongi’s voice, the resentment in his eyes—it all came rushing back. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it all away. Forget it, Jimin.

Easier said than done.

By the time I finished getting ready, I had managed to push some of the thoughts aside. As I made my way downstairs, the sweet, familiar scent of pancakes wrapped around me like a warm hug.

A small smile found its way to my lips.

I stepped into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around my mother from behind, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. "Eomma, morning."

She chuckled, patting my hand gently. "Good morning, baby. Go settle down. Breakfast is almost ready."

"Okay, Eomma."

I slid into my usual seat as she placed a plate in front of me. The fluffy pancakes looked perfect, just the way I liked them. For a brief moment, everything felt normal—like nothing had changed.

But then...

"Eomma, where's Appa? He’s not eating with us? Is he okay?"

I don’t know why I asked. Maybe part of me hoped for a distraction, or maybe I just wanted to hear something familiar, something ordinary.

She gave me a reassuring smile. "Oh, baby, calm down. Appa went to the office early today. Uncle Min and his family are coming this evening to discuss your and Yoongi’s wedding. He’s totally fine."

My stomach dropped.

In an instant, last night’s memories crashed over me again. The coldness in Yoongi’s voice. His glare. The way he had looked at me like I was nothing.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to nod. "Oh."

The rest of breakfast passed in a blur. I ate quietly, my mind miles away.

As soon as I finished, I bolted upstairs like a bullet train, realizing I was running late. I grabbed my backpack in a rush, barely sparing a glance at the mirror before racing back down.