~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, Jimin stirred awake, feeling a familiar warmth surrounding him. His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he noticed was the strong arm draped over his waist, holding him securely.
It took him a moment to remember what had happened the previous night—Yoongi showing up at his doorstep, not saying much, just pulling him into bed like he belonged there.
Jimin sighed softly, shifting slightly, but that only made Yoongi tighten his grip around him.
"You’re awake," Yoongi’s groggy voice mumbled against his shoulder.
Jimin felt his face heat up. "You’re the one holding me so tight, how could I not be?"
Yoongi hummed, still half-asleep. "Not my fault you’re warm."
Jimin bit his lip, his heart doing that stupid fluttering thing again. "You’re ridiculous," he muttered, but he made no effort to pull away.
A comfortable silence settled between them. Jimin could hear the faint chirping of birds outside, the morning sun barely peeking through the curtains. It was peaceful—too peaceful.
Then, Yoongi spoke, voice still husky with sleep. "I meant what I said last night."
Jimin tensed slightly. "About what?"
Yoongi finally opened his eyes, meeting Jimin’s gaze. "Not wanting to sleep alone anymore."
Jimin swallowed, feeling the weight of those words settle in his chest. He looked away, suddenly shy. "Hyung… we can’t just—"
"Why not?" Yoongi cut him off gently. "I like this, Jimin. I like being close to you."
Jimin’s breath caught in his throat. His mind was screaming at him to be careful, to not let himself fall too deep, but his heart… his heart was already there.
He turned back to Yoongi, searching his face for any hesitation. But all he saw was sincerity, something deep and real in those dark eyes.
Jimin exhaled shakily. "Okay," he whispered.
Yoongi’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as he pulled Jimin even closer, pressing his forehead against his.
"Good," he murmured. "Because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon."
Jimin’s heart pounded so loudly he was sure Yoongi could hear it. But instead of replying, he simply closed his eyes and let himself relax into Yoongi’s embrace once more.
Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want to let go either.
After some time, as they lay in comfortable silence, Jimin suddenly remembered. "Hyung, we have to go for a morning walk with Grandma," he said, nudging him gently.
Yoongi groaned but finally sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Right… I almost forgot."
