The soft golden light of dawn spilled gently into the luxurious villa room, painting the sheets in hues of peach and gold. The distant sound of waves breaking along the Jeju shoreline was a soothing melody, blending with the quiet hum of preparations beginning outside.
Inside the room, Yoongi lay with his arm wrapped securely around Jimin's waist, both of them tangled under the plush white duvet. Their legs intertwined, breaths steady and warm, faces close—still wrapped in the peaceful perfect night.
Jimin stirred first, eyes fluttering open to the sight of Yoongi’s sleeping face so close to his own. A small smile danced on his lips as he lifted a hand to softly brush back a few strands of hair from Yoongi’s forehead.
“Hyung,” he whispered, voice still husky from sleep. “Wake up.”
Yoongi groaned softly and buried his face deeper against Jimin’s shoulder. “Too early. Few more minutes.”
But before either of them could say another word, a polite knock echoed at the door—followed immediately by the unmistakable voice of Jimin’s mother.
“Jimin-ah, open the door! I need to talk to you both!”
Jimin's eyes widened. “Shit!” he whispered, scrambling to sit up. Yoongi groaned again, this time in complaint.
Jimin barely got his robe on before the door opened—and in walked his mother, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand. She paused when she saw them both in bed, her brows rising.
Yoongi sat up too, pulling the covers higher with a sheepish smile. “Morning, Mother-in-law…”
She placed the cups on the side table with a huff, though a smile tugged at her lips. “You two really act like you’re already married. But listen—today’s your last day to behave like this.”
Jimin blinked. “Huh?”
She looked between them with a twinkle in her eyes. “Starting today, you can’t see each other until the wedding. It’s tradition. You'll meet tomorrow—only on the altar.”
Yoongi’s face fell. “Wait. What?”
“No buts!” she wagged her finger. “It brings good luck and heightens the excitement. You’ll thank me tomorrow.”
Jimin looked equally scandalized. “But—mom—!”
She just gave them both a look. “You've been glued together for days. One night apart won’t kill you.”
Yoongi crossed his arms with a pout. “It might.”
She laughed and came over to ruffle Jimin’s hair before pointing at the door. “Now, come with me. Stylists, planners, fittings—there’s a whole list. And Yoongi, don’t you even try sneaking in later.”
“I’m going to sue this tradition,” Yoongi muttered under his breath as Jimin slowly got out of bed.
Jimin looked back at Yoongi longingly as he followed his mother. “See you tomorrow, fiancé.”
Yoongi sighed, leaning against the headboard. “Tomorrow feels too far away…”
As the door closed behind them, silence returned to the room—empty now without Jimin’s warmth beside him. But Yoongi smiled softly, his heart full.
Tomorrow, the wait would be over.
Tomorrow, Jimin would be his—forever.
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The Jeju Island villa was buzzing from the early morning hours. Staff hurried through the hallways with fresh flower arrangements, golden satin drapes, delicate lights, and trays of imported sweets. The sound of laughter and chatter echoed through the beachside property, as both families and friends dove into the whirlwind of pre-wedding excitement.
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"ThE TiEs Of DeStiNy" ~Park Jimin And The Billionaire Min Yoongi~
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