WHEN SHE BECOMES MINE | KTH ✔

9.DECISION

Taehyung's POV

I was completely taken aback by what had just unfolded before my eyes, and if I’m being honest, it felt strange to even consider addressing it. The Jimin I knew—my best friend, my brother—would never act like this. It left me questioning everything. What just happened?

“Hey, what’s going on, Chim?” I asked bluntly, needing to get to the bottom of this.

“What? I’m just standing here, watching you do your thing, man,” he replied with a grin that seemed too innocent, too carefree.

Liar. 

“Yeah, but before that… ah, forget it.” I caught myself pulling back, leaving the conversation to hang in the air like a thick fog. I turned away, straightened up next to Green’s pillar, trying to chase away the uneasy feeling.

Lost in thought, I strode quickly through the crowded dining room, the clatter of cutlery and the hum of conversation around me fading into white noise. As my pace slowed, I caught sight of her—sitting there beside my mom, a vision of calm. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and as if a jolt of electricity had surged between us, I quickly averted mine, seeking the safety of my chair. I slumped into it and started pushing food into my mouth. What was I even thinking? Did it really matter?

Jimin was fine; he was always fine. But why did this inexplicable frustration swirl in my stomach? Did I really have the right to be angry at him for something I couldn’t even articulate? We were brothers, best friends—nothing could come between us, right? I had no idea how I would face him next.

Ha Sun’s POV

For a brief moment, Jimin’s behavior struck me as odd. What was he thinking? Was he really going to insert himself into my private space? Absolutely not! After a rather awkward meal filled with half-finished conversations and nervous glances, I decided it was high time for a little fresh air to clear the clutter in my mind.

“I need some fresh air to think,” I murmured softly to no one in particular as I made my way toward the door, only to have my strides halted by an abrupt obstacle. Someone's legs stretched out ahead of me, solid and unyielding. Just what I needed—someone else adding to my already foul mood. I could feel irritation bubbling up within me; if I let it overflow, I might just slap the person standing there, but of course, I wouldn’t truly go that far.

“Jimin Oppa?! What on earth are you doing here? You scared the daylights out of me!” I blurted out, my annoyance shining through as I didn't bother to conceal the flush creeping onto my cheeks.

“I just wanted to stretch my legs for a moment,” he replied sweetly, the corner of his mouth lifting in that infuriatingly charming grin. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, a gesture that sent my heart racing like it was in a marathon.

“I’m not upset with you, Oppa. I just didn’t see the path properly. Anyway, it’s 2 p.m. now; my parents will be home soon. I should probably check on them,” I stammered, nerves creeping in as I tried to devise an excuse to escape, but deep down, I knew it sounded just as flimsy as a paper cup.

“You look so cute like this, Sun Ah. You never change; you always manage to be that sweet and lovely girl,” he said, inching closer to me until our faces were mere inches apart. He caught me in his gaze, those eyes of his sparkling with something sweet and warm. I felt as unyielding as a statue, frozen in place. Gathering all my courage, I pressed my forehead against his, a bold move that caught us both off guard.

“What just happened? If you’re upset over something I did, just let me know. I promise I won't do it again,” he stated, his tone turning serious as he rubbed his forehead, stepping back with a hint of uncertainty.