~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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Yoongi’s hands moved to cup his face, his thumbs gently caressing Jimin’s soft cheeks.
And then—he kissed him.
Not like before.
Not rushed, not desperate, not rough.
This kiss was soft, slow, and full of yearning. A kiss of apology, of love, of everything Yoongi had held back for two years.
Jimin felt himself melting instantly. His fingers curled into Yoongi’s blazer, clutching onto him as if he were afraid this moment would disappear.
Yoongi kissed him like he had all the time in the world—savoring every second, memorizing the way Jimin’s lips trembled against his own.
Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping him as he gave in, letting himself feel.
Because despite everything, despite the pain, the anger, the distance—he still loved Yoongi. He always had.
When they finally pulled away, Yoongi rested his forehead against Jimin’s, his breath warm against Jimin’s lips.
"I missed you," Yoongi whispered, voice hoarse.
Jimin’s breath hitched. His eyes were glossy, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"I hate you," he whispered back, but his voice wavered, betraying the truth.
Yoongi let out a soft chuckle, his fingers threading through Jimin’s hair. "I know."
Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, his heart aching.
Because he loved how Yoongi's kiss still felt like home.
Jimin pulled away, his breathing uneven, his hands still gripping onto Yoongi’s blazer. His lips tingled from the kiss, his emotions running wild.
Yoongi didn’t let go immediately. Instead, he leaned in once more, pressing a final, lingering peck onto Jimin’s swollen lips before resting his forehead against Jimin’s.
For a moment, they just stood there, wrapped in silence, feeling each other’s presence after years of distance.
Jimin exhaled shakily, his hands loosening their grip on Yoongi’s clothes. He had been so angry, so frustrated, so overwhelmed—but now, all he felt was the warmth of the man he loved.
Yoongi slowly pulled back, his gaze soft yet intense. "Everything is going to be okay now, baby."
Jimin’s heart clenched at the endearment. He had missed hearing it so much.
He swallowed, blinking rapidly before looking away. "We should go. The shoot is done."
Yoongi studied him for a second before nodding. "Let’s go."
