The Next Morning
Jimin woke up first, stretching with a satisfied smile as he looked out at the snow-dusted mountain peaks beyond their window. He turned to find Yoongi still asleep, one arm tossed lazily across Jimin’s waist. Jimin leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
"My handsome hubby, wake up. You promised we'd go to Matterhorn today, remember?" he whispered.
Yoongi blinked his eyes open, groggy. “My pretty baby, I also promised myself I’d keep you in bed all day…”
Jimin laughed, swatting his chest. “You can keep that promise tonight. Now come on, you lazy billionaire.”
They dressed warmly, and after breakfast, set off to the Matterhorn Glacier Paradise. The cable car ride was breathtaking — tall peaks stretching toward the sky, the valley below wrapped in snow.
As they walked around the viewpoint, a group of international tourists nearby started whispering and nudging one another. A young woman and her male friend approached, clearly excited.
"Excuse me," she said in accented English, "Are you Park Jimin? The model?"
Jimin smiled politely. “Yes, I am.”
“Oh my God! You’re even more beautiful in real life! Can I take a photo with you?” the girl asked, blushing slightly.
Jimin nodded kindly. “Sure.”
As she got closer, Yoongi stepped right in between them, wrapping his arm tightly around Jimin’s waist and flashing a tight-lipped smile. “Photo, yes—but only with us both, since this gorgeous man happens to be my husband.”
Jimin blinked at him, then gave an amused chuckle. The girl awkwardly nodded and took the picture. The moment the fans walked away, Jimin raised a brow.
“Jealous much?”
Yoongi grumbled, eyes fixed ahead. “You were smiling too much.”
“I was being polite!”
“You were being flirty.”
Jimin snorted. “Oh my God. You're ridiculous.” He turned, grabbed Yoongi by the scarf, and pulled him into a kiss. “You’re the only one I flirt with, Min Yoongi. Now stop pouting.”
Yoongi didn’t respond—he just kissed him again, deeper this time, his fingers curling at Jimin’s hips possessively.
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Later, they visited a luxury mountaintop restaurant inside a glass dome. The view was stunning, but all Yoongi seemed to focus on was how the waiter kept glancing at Jimin.
“I swear,” he muttered, sipping his wine with narrowed eyes, “if he looks at you one more time, I’m doubling his tip and asking him to leave.”
Jimin giggled behind his hand. “Why double the tip?”
“So he leaves with a good reason and a warning. I’m too rich to waste time arguing.”
“You’re something else,” Jimin laughed, reaching across the table to hold his hand. “But I like jealous Yoongi.”
Yoongi leaned forward, his voice a low whisper, “You’ll love possessive Yoongi tonight.”
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That evening, they strolled through a charming old town with lanterns glowing on either side. Snow gently fell as the street musicians played soft violin music. Jimin looked enchanted by everything.
Yoongi tugged him into a quiet alley, pulling him close against the wall.
“Hyung—what are you doing?” Jimin whispered with a startled laugh.
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