~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
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The next morning, surprisingly it's sunday. Jimin packed his things and prepared to move into the mansion. When he arrived, the house felt unusually quiet. Mrs. Min and Grandma were busy packing and making last-minute arrangements for their trip.
"Jimin, dear, I know this might feel a little strange," Mrs. Min said, glancing at him. "But Yoongi’s room is upstairs, the second door on the left. You can settle there for the week."
"Thanks, Mrs. Min. I’ll take care of everything," Jimin responded with a smile, then made his way upstairs.
He stepped into the guest room, which was spacious and calming, with soft lighting and a peaceful atmosphere. As he unpacked, a sense of unease crept in. This week meant being around Yoongi more than usual, and though they'd exchanged a few words, they hadn’t really connected since the incident when Yoongi had caught him falling.
As Jimin finished setting up, he heard footsteps approaching. He turned to see Yoongi coming down the hall, their eyes meeting briefly. The air was thick with tension as they stood in awkward silence. Yoongi didn’t say anything right away. Jimin decided to break the silence.
"Yoongi hyung, I’ll be staying in the guest room for the week," Jimin said, trying to sound casual.
Yoongi glanced at him, nodded briefly, and simply said, “Fine,” before walking away without another word.
Jimin watched him go, feeling a strange mix of confusion and frustration. He couldn’t understand why Yoongi had become so distant. Since the incident where Yoongi had carried him to his cottage, something had changed, and it bothered Jimin. Yoongi had been colder than before, and Jimin wasn’t sure why.
Shaking off his thoughts, Jimin focused on settling in. He had a job to do—taking care of Grandma and now Yoongi—and he hoped the week would go smoothly. But a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that this week might be more complicated than he expected.
Jimin stood outside Yoongi’s room, holding the lunch tray in his hands. Mrs. Min had asked him to make sure Yoongi ate properly since he had a habit of skipping meals. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.
Once. No answer. Twice. Still nothing. Thrice. Silence.
Jimin hesitated. He knew Yoongi didn’t like anyone entering his room, especially after what had happened last time. But he had food with him—surely, it would be okay just to leave it inside?
Gathering his courage, he slowly pushed the door open. The room was quiet, dimly lit by the soft afternoon sunlight filtering through the curtains. Jimin carefully stepped inside, glancing around, but Yoongi was nowhere to be seen.
Relieved, he walked over to the table and gently placed the tray down. He was about to turn and leave when—
