BETWEENUS//taekook//vkook // Yoonmin

PART 37

Jimin lies in bed, his eyes wide open, unable to shake off Yoongi's image. His mind wanders, 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 flutters, his thoughts consumed by Yoongi. He imagines Yoongi's gentle touch, his soothing voice, and their eyes locking with sparks flying. His face flushes, and his body warms.

Why can't he stop thinking about Yoongi? Is this what it means to have a crush? Jimin tosses and turns, his restlessness growing. He can't deny it; his feelings for Yoongi are real.

But guilt creeps in when he thinks about J-Hope. Yet, Jimin's imagination refuses to let go. In his mind, he and Yoongi are free to explore their connection.

As the night wears on, Jimin's thoughts only intensify, making sleep elusive.

TIME SKIPPED.

In the morning, Jimin stands in the kitchen, brewing coffee. The aroma fills the air as he loses himself in thought.

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

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

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

Jimin's heart skips a beat. How much has J-Hope heard?

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

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

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

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

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

J-Hope steps 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 drop, unable to meet J-Hope's intense stare.

J-Hope continues, his voice growing 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 makes me sick."

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

"No, you listen," J-Hope interrupts, 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 takes a deep breath. "I care about Yoongi, that's all."

J-Hope's expression remains skeptical. "Friendship or something more?" he presses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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