AUTHOR'S POV:-
The morning air of Seoul carried a kind of warmth that Jimin hadn’t felt in years. The car slowed to a stop in front of the familiar gates of the Min residence , the same place where laughter once echoed, where comfort had a scent, where love wasn’t a memory but a constant.
The house looked the same , the big iron gates, the neat garden his mother always fussed over, and the soft wind chimes that swayed gently near the entrance. But for Jimin, it felt entirely new , like stepping into a dream he’d longed to relive.
As soon as the car door opened, he didn’t even have time to pull out his luggage when a voice cried out -
“JIMIN-AH!”
Before he could turn, he was engulfed in a tight, warm hug. It was Mrs. Min, tears glimmering in her eyes, hands cupping his face like he was the most precious thing in the world.
“My baby! My beautiful son! Look at you - thinner! Why are you thinner? Are you not eating properly? Oh my goodness, you’ve grown but also… you’re so pale! Yah, Park Jimin, I told you to take care of yourself!”
Jimin chuckled, overwhelmed, burying his face in her shoulder as she peppered his cheeks with motherly kisses. “I missed you too, Eomma,” he whispered, his voice muffled, trembling slightly with emotion.
Behind her stood Mr. Min, arms folded but eyes soft , that gentle, fatherly smile that always brought Jimin peace. “Aigoo… you’ve become a star, haven’t you?” he said teasingly, trying to sound casual, though his voice cracked slightly. “Still the same short kid who couldn’t reach the top shelf.”
Jimin laughed through the tears. “I can reach it now, Appa. I swear!”
Mr. Min stepped forward and pulled him into a strong hug , the kind of embrace that said a thousand things without a single word. The kind of hug that said you’re home, son.
And then the ground almost shook as another figure came running through the door.
“MY BABY BROTHER IS BACKKKK!”
There was only one person who could scream like that and make the entire staff peek out from every corner , Mingyu. Like it's not usual for the staff to see a ruthless Mafia screaming like that .
“Hyung” Jimin barely got a word out before Mingyu tackled him in a bear hug, spinning him around like a rag doll.
“Mingyu hyungie! I can’t breathe!” Jimin squeaked, laughing breathlessly.
“Do you know how long it’s been, you brat?! Seven years! SEVEN! And you didn’t even text me after your debut except for that one ‘thank you hyung’ message!” Mingyu scolded dramatically, still holding onto him. “You think you can just become a superstar and forget your favorite brother?!”
“You’re my only brother! And you're saying like you didn't call me 10 times a day. Also the Man you sent to look after me . Do you think of me as a fool huH?” Jimin shot back between giggles.
Mingyu gasped dramatically, putting a hand on his chest. “You mean to tell me I’m the only one who puts up with you, huh? AND 10 TIMES WAS STILL LESS THO”
Mrs. Min sighed lovingly. “Oh, not this again…”
Jimin rolled his eyes but smiled so wide his cheeks hurt. “You’re still so dramatic, hyung.”
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Mysterious Love🌝 (YOONMIN FF)
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