My Heart Healer #yoonminff

Chapter : 39 The Ultimate Choice!

Chapter : 39 The Ultimate Choice

The soft glow of the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. Jimin stirred slightly, his face nestled against Yoongi’s chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his lover’s breath. A peaceful silence enveloped them, a stark contrast to the storm brewing just outside their door.

They had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, wrapped in warmth and love, forgetting the world and its expectations, even if just for a night. Jimin’s hand rested lightly on Yoongi’s hoodie, while Yoongi had one arm wrapped protectively around Jimin’s waist, as if even in sleep, he refused to let go.

But their peace was shattered in an instant.

The door to Jimin’s room swung open violently, crashing against the wall.

“What is the meaning of this?” a sharp voice cut through the silence.

Jimin jolted awake, eyes widening in horror as he saw his mother standing at the doorway, her face pale with shock and anger. Yoongi woke up seconds later, immediately aware of the situation as he met the furious gaze of Jimin’s mother.

“M-Mom,” Jimin stammered, sitting up in bed, his heart racing.

His mother took a step inside, glancing between the two men tangled together in bed. “Jimin, what is going on here? Why is he in your bed?”

Jimin opened his mouth to explain, but before he could, his mother’s voice rose, filled with disbelief and rage. “Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”

Yoongi sat up as well, immediately reaching for Jimin’s hand under the blanket, squeezing it reassuringly. He could feel the tremble in Jimin’s fingers, but he remained silent, waiting for Jimin to speak.

Jimin took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage he had. “Mom… I love Yoongi.”

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

His mother’s expression shifted from shock to absolute fury. “You… You what?”

“I love him, Mom,” Jimin repeated, this time more firmly. “And he loves me.”

“Jimin!” His mother’s voice cracked with disbelief. “Do you even hear yourself? This is unacceptable! You were supposed to get married to a nice girl, settle down, have a family. Not—” She gestured toward Yoongi with disgust. “Not this!”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched, but he remained composed. His grip on Jimin’s hand tightened as he felt Jimin’s body tense beside him.

“I don’t want to marry anyone else,” Jimin said, his voice shaking. “I only want to be with Yoongi.”

Just then, heavy footsteps approached the door, and Jimin’s father appeared, his face dark with anger.

“What is all this shouting about?” he demanded before his eyes landed on Yoongi. “Why the hell he is here with Jimin?”

Jimin’s mother turned to her husband, tears of frustration in her eyes. “It’s him! His boss This is the man Jimin claims to love!”

Jimin’s father’s face twisted in rage as he stepped forward. “Jimin, tell me this is some kind of sick joke.”

Jimin swallowed hard, but before he could answer, Yoongi stood up from the bed, still holding Jimin’s hand. “Sir, this is not a joke. I love your son.”

The room went silent again.

Yoongi turned to Jimin’s mother and father, his voice steady. “I came here for Jimin because I can’t live without him. I know this isn’t what you wanted for him, but I promise you, I will always love him and take care of him.”

Jimin’s father’s face contorted with fury. “Take care of him?” he repeated mockingly. “You have already ruined him! You’ve poisoned his mind with this nonsense!”

Jimin shook his head. “Dad, please, listen to me—”

But before he could finish, his father raised his hand in a rage, ready to strike Jimin across the face.

Time seemed to slow.

Just as the hand came down, Yoongi moved instinctively, stepping in front of Jimin and grabbing his father’s wrist before it could make contact.

Jimin’s breath hitched in shock.

Yoongi’s grip was firm, his usually calm eyes now burning with anger. “Don’t. Ever. Touch. Him.” His voice was low, threatening, filled with unshakable determination.

Jimin’s father yanked his arm back, looking both furious and shocked. “You dare interfere?”

Yoongi stepped forward slightly, shielding Jimin completely. “I won’t let anyone hurt him. Not even you.”

Jimin’s mother gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.

Jimin himself felt his heart clench at the sheer protectiveness in Yoongi’s stance.

His father pointed a finger at both of them, voice dripping with finality. “If you walk down this path, Jimin, then you will no longer be our son.”

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat.

His mother’s voice trembled. “Jimin, please, think about this. Think about our family. What will people say? How will we face society?”

Tears welled in Jimin’s eyes, but before he could speak, Yoongi’s grip on his hand loosened slightly.

“Jimin,” Yoongi said softly. “I don’t want you to choose between me and your family. That's the moment, I fear the most...”

Jimin turned to Yoongi, his heart breaking. “No, Yoongi—”

Yoongi’s expression was pained but resolved. “They are your parents. I understand why this is hard for them.” His voice wavered slightly, but he continued, “If you think you can still make things work with them, I won’t stand in your way.”

Jimin’s mother wiped her tears. “That’s right, Jimin. Let him go. Choose your family.”

Jimin’s father nodded, his face cold. “Or choose him and walk out of this house forever.”

The room fell into deafening silence.

Yoongi took a deep breath and slowly let go of Jimin’s hand. His gaze was filled with sadness, but he tried to smile. “No matter what you choose, Jimin… I’ll always love you.”

Jimin felt like the ground had been ripped from beneath him. His parents’ expectations. Yoongi’s sacrifice. His own heart, which was breaking into a million pieces.

Tears streamed down his face as he clenched his fists, breathing heavily. His body trembled with the weight of his emotions.

He looked between his parents and Yoongi.

And then… he made his choice.

To be continued…