love by time

jealousy

After their dance, Yoongi scoops Jimin  into his arms and carries him upstairs to a room that has been lavishly decorated.

Overwhelmed by the sight, Jimin hides his face against Yoongi's chest. Yoongi lays him gently on the bed and hovers over him, pressing his lips against Jimin's in a passionate kiss.

The air in the room shifts, growing heavy with a heat that has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the way they anchor one another.

As Yoongi pulls back just an inch, his thumb brushes over Jimin’s lower lip, tracing the flush left behind by the kiss. He doesn't move away; instead, he settles his forehead against Jimin's, their breaths mingling in the small, sacred space between them.

Yoongi’s hands, usually so decisive, are infinitely patient. He brushes a stray lock of hair from Jimin’s forehead, his gaze softening as he takes in the vulnerability written across Jimin’s features.

Yoongi whispers soft, grounding reassurances—low-hummed words that tell Jimin he is safe, seen, and utterly adored.

Jimin’s hands find their way to the nape of Yoongi’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair to pull him back down, seeking that closeness again.

Every movement becomes a slow-motion dance. There is no rush, only the deliberate appreciation of the moment.

The "overwhelming" feeling Jimin felt moments ago begins to melt, replaced by a steady, glowing warmth. Yoongi begins a trail of feather-light kisses—along the jawline, the sensitive shell of the ear, and down to the pulse point at the base of the throat.

Jimin lets out a shaky breath, his arching back meeting the mattress as he leans into the sensation. The world outside the door ceases to exist; there is only the scent of Yoongi’s skin and the steady, rhythmic thrum of their hearts beating in sync.

"I've got you," Yoongi murmurs against his skin, a promise and a confession all at once. "Just us."

With a final, lingering look that mirrors the depth of everything they’ve been through, the last remnants of hesitation vanish. The tenderness deepens, the pulls become more urgent, and the quiet intimacy of the room expands to hold the weight of a love that words can no longer carry.

On the other side,

Swara feels as though her heart has completely shattered. Her face falls upon hearing that Yoongi is already committed. Until today, she had only read in news and magazines that Yoongi Min was single; in fact, he topped the "Most Eligible Bachelor" lists every year.

Now, suddenly, she learns he is taken, but she still can't quite grasp the reality. Is he in a relationship, or is he actually married? She turns to Tae  with a burning question:
"So... is Mr. Yoongi actually married?"

"I'll introduce you to the person—my Bhabhi—myself. I'm sure he can answer all your doubts and questions far better than I can," Tae says with a smirk.

Jungkook  stifles a laugh. He knows exactly what Tae is implying. Introducing this girl to Jimin would be like sending her into a lion's den. No one knows Jimin’s protective nature better than Jungkook.

"The movie is about to start, shall we go inside?" Jungkook suggests. Everyone nods. Akira is radiating jealousy as she watches Tae, a fact that isn't lost on him. To provoke her further, Tae grabs Jungkook’s arm as they walk.

Noticing this, Jungkook leans down and whispers in Tae's ear, "Jealous?"
"In your dreams," Tae retorts, making Jungkook chuckle. Seeing them so happy together only fuels Akira’s rage. She turns to Swara and snaps:"What are you all doing? I brought you here to support me, and look at you!"