✓BunBun Mine // taekook

Chapter 22

Yoongi was bewildered. He stumbled backward, quickly pulling his hands away. Darkness filled the entire room. As he entered with his phone’s flashlight on, a figure appeared before him.

A THIEF, perhaps!

This thought lingered as he advanced toward the shadow in the dark. To him, the door was open, and it wouldn’t be surprising for an intruder to be there at such a late hour. Determined to catch them red-handed, he wrapped his arms around the figure from behind, trapping them against his chest.

But now, he stood utterly still, his muscular arms trembling. Who had he touched? Thief’s bodies should be firm, pressing down shouldn't feel this soft, nor did it sink in so easily. His brain ceased to function at that moment.

Jimin stood there, nervous and motionless, his eyes filled with tears, terrified by the unexpected touch.

Once Yoongi came to his senses, he fumbled to pull out his phone and turned on the flashlight. The sudden appearance of this familiar face in the middle of the night was the last thing he expected. His eyes widened in shock. Jimin, with frightened, tearful eyes, met his intense gaze. A low, reprimanding question pierced the silence,

“What are you doing here?”

Jimin was stunned, speechless. Fear gripped him, leaving him dry-mouthed. As the old saying goes, 'A thief would surely caught once.' While he wasn’t truly a thief, sneaking into someone else's house did make him feel guilty enough to deserve the title.

Yoongi squinted at him, noticing the embarrassed look on Jimin’s face, and his voice sounded slightly shaken.

“I, uh... I...” His voice trailed off as Yoongi tightened his grip on Jimin's hand. Then he said,

“Not here. Come with me.”

Although his heart was pounding, Jimin's face now showed a blush. His pale skin quickly turned red, a mix of embarrassment and unexpected joy. For the first time, Yoongi was intentionally holding him, and that made Jimin feel a strange sense of comfort and satisfaction. Usually, he could barely speak a few words in Yoongi's presence without wanting to keep his distance.

Now, the same person’s touch felt like an unexpected, significant gift.

Yoongi peered his uncle Hyun's old library, trying to assess if anyone was there. After a couple of minutes of scanning the situation, he decided they were alone. Holding Jimin by the wrist, he quickly led him inside, shutting the door softly.

He sat Jimin down on a chair, placing his hands on both armrests, and leaned in slightly, speaking in a sharp tone,

“Who did you come with?”

Jimin sat with his head bowed, his legs shifting slightly, which didn’t escape Yoongi’s notice. His lips trembled as he took deep breaths, and he hesitated, saying,

“I... I came alone.”

Yoongi’s eyes flared with anger. Clenching his teeth, he said, “Are you joking with me? You came here alone, this late?”

Jimin’s mind went blank, unable to think of any believable excuse that would satisfy Yoongi. He was young, inexperienced, and had never faced such a situation before. If he mentioned his older brother, Yoongi would surely create a scene, but he had no other choice.

Trembling with unshed tears, Jimin finally blurted out,

“I came with my hyung.”

Yoongi’s expression hardened further. With a tense tone, he asked, “Which hyung?”

“Taehyung Hyundai.”

“Where is he?” Yoongi questioned, suspicion evident in his gaze.

“Hyung is w-waiting outside the gate of this house. Aunty b-brought me in here because I wanted to s-see Jungkook. She left m-me in his room and then went off somewhere. I g-got thirsty and came downstairs t-to get water.”