BETWEENUS//taekook//vkook // Yoonmin

PART 37

Jimin lay in bed, his eyes wide open, unable to shake off Yoongi's image. His mind wandered, conjuring idyllic scenes of them together: walking hand in hand on a sunset beach, laughing and sharing cotton candy at an amusement park, and cozying up on the couch watching movies under a blanket.

Jimin's heart fluttered, his thoughts consumed by Yoongi. He imagined Yoongi's gentle touch, his soothing voice, and their eyes locking with sparks flying. His face flushed, and his body warmed.

Why couldn't he stop thinking about Yoongi? Was this what it meant to have a crush? Jimin tossed and turned, his restlessness growing. He couldn't deny it; his feelings for Yoongi were real.

But guilt crept in, thinking about J-Hope? Yet, Jimin's imagination refused to let go. In his mind, he and Yoongi were free to explore their connection.

As the night wore on, Jimin's thoughts only intensified, making sleep elusive.

TIME SKIPPED.

In the morning, Jimin stood in the kitchen, brewing coffee. The aroma filled the air as he lost himself in thought.

"I'm going to tell Yoongi..." Jimin mumbled to himself.

Just then, J-Hope walked into the kitchen, his hair disheveled from sleep.

"You're going to tell Yoongi what?" J-Hope asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Jimin's heart skipped a beat. How much had J-Hope heard?

He spun around, attempting to play it cool. "Oh, just about... uh, the coffee. I was thinking of trying a new blend."

J-Hope's expression remained skeptical. "At 6 am?"

Jimin forced a laugh. "Guess I'm just caffeine-obsessed."

J-Hope's gaze lingered, as if searching for the truth. His eyes narrowed. "Jimin, I'm not stupid. I see the way you look at my husband."

Jimin's face flushed, his heart racing. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

J-Hope stepped closer, his voice low. "Don't play dumb, Jimin. I've seen the way you gaze at Yoongi, the way you linger around him."

Jimin's eyes dropped, unable to meet J-Hope's intense stare.

J-Hope continued his voice grew firmer, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Listen, I don't know what game you're trying to play, but the way you look at Yoongi, I don't like it. It's makes me sick."

Jimin's face burned, his heart racing. "J-Hope, I-"

"No, you listen," J-Hope interrupted, his tone sharp. "Yoongi is my husband, and I won't let anyone come between us. Least of all, someone who's supposed to be a friend."

Jimin took a deep breath. "I care about Yoongi, that's all."

J-Hope's expression remained skeptical. "Friendship or something more?" he pressed.

Jimin's eyes locked onto J-Hope's, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know."

J-Hope's eyes widened, his jaw clenched. "You don't know? That's exactly the problem."

J-Hope's eyes bore into Jimin's. "Friendship or something more?" He asked again.

Jimin's response came swiftly. "Of course, friendship. Yoongi's your husband."

J-Hope's gaze intensified. "Then why can't you meet my eyes?"

Jimin's brow furrowed. "Is it a crime to look at Yoongi?"

J-Hope's voice dropped to a whisper. "Not a crime, but a betrayal."

Suddenly, Yoongi's voice echoed from the hallway. "What's going on?"