~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 golden sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains of their luxurious villa bedroom, casting a warm glow across the room. The air was quiet, still holding the tender weight of last night’s memories — their vows, the celebration, the intimacy that followed.
Jimin stirred first, his lashes fluttering as he slowly opened his eyes. His body ached in the gentlest way, his muscles sore but relaxed, wrapped in a warmth that wasn’t just the silk sheets — it was his husband.
Yoongi’s arm was draped loosely around Jimin’s waist, his face nuzzled into Jimin’s shoulder. His breathing was slow, steady. Peaceful.
Jimin turned slightly, careful not to wake him just yet. His heart swelled as he gazed at Yoongi’s face — so serene, so soft in the morning light. This was his husband now. His.
A smile tugged at his lips.
He reached up and brushed a few strands of black hair away from Yoongi’s forehead, his fingers tracing lightly over the smooth skin. The platinum wedding band glinted on his finger, catching the sun. He twisted it gently, still marveling at the weight of it — the weight of their forever.
As if sensing his gaze, Yoongi stirred. His eyefavouriteed closed, but his arm tightened around Jimin’s waist.
“You’re staring at me,” Yoongi mumbled sleepily, his voice thick and low with sleep.
Jimin let out a soft giggle. “How could I not? You’re glowing, Mr. Husband.”
Yoongi finally opened his eyes, slow and lazy, meeting Jimin’s warm gaze. “I’m glowing because I married the most beautiful angel on Earth last night.”
Jimin flushed, burying his face against Yoongi’s chest with a bashful groan. “You’re so cheesy in the mornings.”
Yoongi chuckled, his fingers stroking Jimin’s back. “Only for you. Only always.”
They lay there for a while longer, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of morning. No deadlines. No calls. Just the rhythm of their heartbeats syncing under the sheets, tangled legs and whispered promises.
Then Yoongi leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Jimin’s temple.
“Good morning, my husband.”
Jimin smiled against his skin. “Good morning, my love.”
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After basking in the golden silence of the morning, Jimin and Yoongi finally got up, wrapping themselves in soft robes before making their way downstairs. The scent of freshly brewed coffee, toasted bread, and something sweet wafted through the villa, mingling with the sounds of laughter and the clinking of cutlery.
In the sunlit dining area, their family was already gathered around the long breakfast table. Yoongi’s grandmother sat at the head, beaming with a proud smile as she chatted with Jimin’s mother, who looked radiant despite the bittersweet emotions of having seen her son take a new step in life. Yoongi’s parents were seated across from them, more relaxed than ever, their all friends and jihoon's parents were also present— a warmth in their eyes that was genuine.
