Jeon's family is a happy family, despite having only one son named Jeon Jungkook. They were content with their biological son, who was a good boy and respected both of his parents. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon knew their son was lonely at home and needed frien...
Jungkook’s voice was soft but firm as he lay beside Jimin, their bodies nestled together in the quiet of their shared bed. Jimin rested his head against Jungkook’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Jungkook’s fingers played absentmindedly with the strands of Jimin’s hair, something he often did when he was deep in thought.
Jungkook wanted to talk about what had happened earlier that day. The confrontation still weighed heavily on his mind, and he could sense that Jimin was hurting, even if he tried to hide it. He couldn’t let it go this time. Jimin shouldn’t have to carry this burden alone. Jungkook couldn’t bear to see him suffer in silence.
“About what?” Jimin’s voice was barely above a whisper. His heart clenched at the thought of revisiting the pain. He didn’t want to talk about it because it hurt too much. Every time he thought about it, a wave of emotion flooded his chest—too raw, too overwhelming.
“Don’t avoid it. We need to talk.”
Jimin’s eyes flicked toward Jungkook, his lip quirking into a small smile. “Hyung, you have such a muscular chest,” he teased, poking Jungkook with his finger, hoping to lighten the mood, to shift the focus away from the uncomfortable truth that loomed over them.
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Jungkook caught Jimin’s finger mid-poke and raised an eyebrow, unimpressed with the attempt to dodge the conversation. He could see through Jimin’s deflection. This time, it wasn’t going to work.
“Park Jimin,” Jungkook said, his tone carrying a quiet warning.
Jimin flinched at the use of his full name. That was it. Jungkook was done being patient. No more playful indulgence. No more avoiding the real issues. He had always let Jimin set the pace, coaxing him gently whenever he was upset, giving him space when needed. But this time, things were different. Communication was the backbone of their relationship, and they couldn’t keep ignoring the elephant in the room.
Jimin sat up slowly, pulling away from Jungkook’s warmth. He leaned against the headboard, eyes cast downward, fingers nervously tracing the sheets. He knew Jungkook wouldn’t drop it this time.
“Hyung, nothing happened,” Jimin murmured, though the slight tremor in his voice gave him away.
Jungkook sat up beside him, reaching out to take Jimin’s hand in his. He brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. “Tell me what she said,” Jungkook urged gently. He couldn’t bring himself to be harsh; he knew how fragile Jimin could be when it came to matters like this.
Jimin swallowed, his throat tight. “She… S-she wants you back. She said she loves you.”
Jungkook sighed, his heart aching at the hurt Jimin must have felt hearing those words. “Baby…”
“I know, hyung,” Jimin said quickly, his eyes wide and desperate for Jungkook to believe him. “You don’t love her. I know you don’t.”
Jungkook shook his head, his expression softening as he gazed at Jimin. “No, I don’t. I only love you.” His voice was steady, unwavering in its sincerity. “But… did she hit you? Did she do anything to you?”
