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Chapter 28, Jimin

Chapter 28
Jimin

Warmth. That was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. The warmth of arms wrapped tightly around me, the weight of a leg lazily thrown over mine, and the soft tickle of breath brushing the back of my neck.

I blinked slowly, the world still hazy from sleep, until the sensation of lips pressed against my skin made me freeze-and then melt all at once.

"Hyung," I mumbled, my voice rough and small from sleep.

"Mm?" His reply was a vibration against my shoulder, followed by another lingering kiss, slow and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world just to love me.

I turned my head just enough to see him-eyes still half-closed, hair messy in the most unfairly attractive way, lips curved into a sleepy smile that was all mine. He looked different in these moments, softer, like the walls he built against the world didn't exist when it was just the two of us in our bed.

"Stop kissing me," I said, though the corners of my lips betrayed me, twitching upward.

He ignored me, of course. His mouth brushed against my cheek, then the corner of my lips, until I laughed quietly, squirming under him.

"Yoongi-hyung!" I whined, but the sound came out more like a giggle.

"Good morning to you too," he murmured, finally pulling back just enough to look at me properly. His thumb brushed my jaw lazily, and in his eyes, I saw something that still scared me sometimes-something steady, something real.

The past week had been like this. A week of slow mornings, of Yoongi pulling me close whenever I drifted too far, of small surprises like my favorite coffee waiting on the table or him sneaking kisses in the middle of folding laundry. A week of evening walks, of quiet laughter that filled the spaces where silence used to live. A week of feeling like maybe-just maybe-I was allowed to be this happy.

I sighed softly, resting my forehead against his. "I don't know what I did to deserve this."

He tilted his head, pretending not to understand. "Deserve what?"

"You," I whispered before I could stop myself.

For a moment, silence filled the room. No teasing, no laughter-just him staring at me like I was the only thing that mattered. His gaze was so intense it almost hurt, and for the briefest second, I thought I saw something else behind it. A shadow. Sadness. As if my words reminded him of something he was trying so hard to hide.

My heart clenched. I wanted to ask, but the way he leaned in and kissed me stopped me. Slow, lingering, his lips against mine like an answer without words. Like he was telling me, don't ask, not now. Just feel this.

When he finally pulled back, I caught his cheek between my hands and whispered, "I mean it. You're... everything, hyung."

His eyes softened, though that flicker of sadness still lingered. But then he smiled faintly, and the heaviness in my chest eased.

We stayed like that until my stomach chose that exact moment to growl loudly.

Yoongi chuckled, the sound deep and warm, and I shoved at his chest weakly. "Don't laugh!"

"Can't help it," he said, smirking. "Guess someone's hungry."

I sat up, running a hand through my hair. "Fine. I'll go make breakfast."

His brows lifted, though not in doubt-more like curiosity. "You'll cook for me?"

I puffed my cheeks out at him. "What's with that tone? You know I'm a great cook."