Husfriends ~𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓲𝓷

Chapter 19, Yoongi

Chapter 19
Yoongi

The morning light streamed through the open curtains, spilling into the room and gently stirring me awake. I blinked groggily, feeling the warmth of a smaller body beside me.

Jimin.

His hair was messy from sleep, his face relaxed, lips slightly parted. He looked so peaceful. So different from the Jimin I used to know—the Jimin I used to ignore.

But this Jimin… this Jimin had forgotten everything. Forgotten the way I used to treat him. Forgotten the coldness, the distance, the hurt.

And maybe… maybe that was for the best.

Jimin stirred, eyes fluttering open. When he saw me, he smiled sleepily.

“Good morning, Hyung,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

I swallowed, forcing a small smile in return. How could he still smile at me like that? If he knew the truth, he wouldn’t.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” I muttered, stretching my arms. “Guess we forgot to close the curtains last night.”

“Blame the sun for being so nosy,” Jimin chuckled, rubbing his eyes. His laugh was soft, unguarded. It made my chest ache.

He didn't know. He didn't remember how much I had hurt him before.

I didn’t deserve his laugh.

We got out of bed, going to our separate rooms to freshen up. By the time I made my way downstairs, Jimin was already wandering into the kitchen.

He paused in the doorway, watching me.

I hadn’t even noticed he was there—I’d been talking to myself, debating whether to make pancakes or a cake. Since when did I care about things like this?

“Oi, Cat!” Jimin’s teasing voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “What are you mumbling about, huh?”

I looked up, momentarily startled. But when I saw him standing there, smiling, I couldn’t help but return it. He still called me Cat.

“Oh, husfriend!” I joked, trying to push away the thoughts in my head. “Didn’t see you there.” I grinned, masking my emotions with playfulness. “I was trying to decide… pancakes or cake? What do you want, Mochi?”

Jimin tapped his chin, pretending to think. “Hmm… how about a peach cake?”

His choice made me pause. Peach cake.

I swallowed, pushing down the uneasy feeling in my chest. Back then, I never cared what Jimin liked. I never bothered to know his favorites. But now… now I was learning them all over again.

I forced a smirk, giving him an exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my prince.”

Jimin giggled, shaking his head. “Alright, alright, enough with the bowing! How about we make it together?”

I raised a brow. “You? Baking?”

“Yah! I can bake!” he huffed.

I chuckled, but inside, a bitter thought crept in. He doesn’t remember if he can or not. He was just guessing.

But I wasn’t going to remind him of that.

“Alright, Prince Jimin. Let’s do it,” I said, pulling out the ingredients.

Jimin hesitated, staring at the flour and eggs. He didn’t remember what to do. His hands hovered uncertainly, and for a second, I saw the frustration in his eyes.