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The evening was supposed to be perfect. Jimin and Hoseok sat across from each other in a cozy, candlelit corner of the restaurant. The soft hum of piano music played in the background, creating a romantic atmosphere. Jimin reached across the table, holding Hoseok’s hand in his own as his thumb brushed over Hoseok’s knuckles.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jimin murmured, his eyes locked on Hoseok’s.
Hoseok blushed, looking away shyly. “You always say that.”
“Because it’s always true.” Jimin’s voice was laced with a mix of admiration and possessiveness. “I don’t care if the whole world sees you. You’re mine, Hoseok. All mine.”
Hoseok laughed softly. “You’re so cheesy, love.”
Jimin leaned forward, lowering his voice. “It’s not cheesy. It’s the truth. You’re my everything, Hoseok. And I’ll never let anyone or anything take you away from me.”
Hoseok’s heart fluttered at Jimin’s intensity. “You always know how to make me feel special.”
“That’s because you are special,” Jimin replied, leaning back with a smug grin. “And I don’t mind letting everyone know.”
They continued their meal, sharing smiles and laughter. Jimin’s playful comments and affectionate glances made Hoseok feel like the only person in the room. But their peaceful moment was interrupted when a waiter approached with a plate of dessert that Hoseok had ordered.
“Here’s your dessert,” the waiter said, placing the plate in front of Hoseok. His smile was directed entirely at Hoseok, his tone unusually friendly.
“Thank you,” Hoseok replied politely, smiling back.
The waiter lingered, his eyes fixed on Hoseok. “Is there anything else you’d like? Maybe another drink? Or something special off the menu?”
Jimin’s hand froze mid-cut, his knife pressing into the tablecloth as his jaw clenched. He stared at the waiter with an intensity that could cut through steel.
“No,” Jimin said sharply before Hoseok could respond. His voice was low and firm, laced with unspoken warning.
The waiter seemed unfazed, continuing to talk to Hoseok. “Well, if you need anything, just let me know. My name’s—”
Jimin dropped his utensils with a loud clatter, the sound drawing the attention of nearby diners. He stood abruptly, towering over the waiter. “I think our stay here is done,” Jimin said, his tone dripping with barely restrained anger.
The waiter blinked in surprise. “I was just—”
Jimin didn’t let him finish. He reached into his pocket, slapped some cash onto the table, and turned to Hoseok. “We’re leaving. It’s late.”
Hoseok looked up at his husband, confused. “But Jimin—”
Jimin cut him off, his voice tight with frustration. “Not now, Hoseok.”
Before Hoseok could protest further, Jimin shoulder-checked the waiter on his way past, leaning in close to hiss, “Watch your back.”
Grabbing Hoseok’s wrist firmly, Jimin began dragging him out of the restaurant. Hoseok stumbled slightly, trying to keep up with Jimin’s brisk pace.
“Jimin, love, you’re hurting me,” Hoseok whined softly, wincing at the tight grip on his wrist.
Jimin didn’t respond. His face was set in a hard expression, his eyes dark with rage. He didn’t stop until they reached the car.
He opened the passenger door and practically shoved Hoseok inside, his movements sharp and impatient. Hoseok yelped, clutching the seat to steady himself.
Jimin stalked around the car, yanked open the driver’s side door, and got in. The door slammed shut with a resounding bang as he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot without a word.
The car ride was tense, the silence suffocating. Hoseok sat quietly, tears streaming down his cheeks. He sniffled softly, his voice trembling as he said, “Jimin, please—”
“Shut up,” Jimin snapped, his tone cold and unyielding.
Hoseok bit his lip, his chest tightening. He looked down at his lap, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s always my fault… when someone flirts with me.”
Jimin’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. But he didn’t say anything.
The rest of the drive was silent, the tension between them thick and heavy.
Jimin🤦
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Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok
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