~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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After finishing breakfast, Jimin looked at Yoongi, noticing the tiredness in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Hyung, you should get some rest," Jimin said, glancing at him. "You barely slept last night at the hospital. You must be exhausted."
Yoongi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah… maybe you're right."
"Go to my room and sleep for a while," Jimin added. "I'll clean up here."
Yoongi simply nodded, too drained to argue. He stood up and walked toward Jimin’s room. As he stepped inside, he took in the space properly for the first time. It was small but neat, with a bed pushed against the wall, a study desk in the corner, and a few books stacked neatly on the shelf.
Yoongi lay down on the bed, sinking into the soft mattress. It smelled fresh, like Jimin’s scent—a mix of lavender and something uniquely comforting. It made him feel oddly at ease. Letting out a deep breath, he closed his eyes, and before he knew it, sleep took over.
Jimin walked over to his mother, who was sitting on the couch in the small living room. He sat beside her, gently holding her hand.
"How are you feeling, Mom?" he asked softly.
"I'm fine, my son," she reassured him with a warm smile. "But what about you? How have you been?"
"I'm fine too, Mom," Jimin sighed. "But you need to take care of yourself. If something happens to you… what will I do? How will I survive in this world without you?" His voice trembled slightly.
His mother caressed his cheek lovingly. "Oh, baby, don't worry. I'll never leave you, at least not anytime soon," she said, trying to lighten the mood. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she added, "Now tell me about your new handsome friend."
Jimin chuckled lightly. "Mom, I already told you where I live and about my work. The Min mansion, that's his mansion only. He's the only heir of the Min corporation. We also study at the same university, but it's his final year" he explained. "And, Mom, his family is really nice. His grandmother—she's the sweetest person ever."
His mother sighed in relief. "Thank God you're living with good people. I'm happy that you're happy there," she said sincerely.
Jimin smiled. "Yes, Mom, they treat me well. And I’ve also made another friend—Kim Taehyung. He's become like my best friend."
His mother’s eyes softened. "I'm really happy for you, son," she said, squeezing his hand. "You’ve found good people in this cruel world. That’s all a mother could wish for."
Jimin smiled at his mother’s words, feeling warmth spread in his heart. She had always worried about him being alone, and now hearing her say she was happy with the people around him made him feel at ease.
