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...
As soon as Jungkook finished his tense conversation with Yumi, he rushed upstairs to find Jimin. His feet moved quickly, but as he stood in front of Jimin’s door, his hand hovered over the wood. He hesitated, his heart heavy. He didn’t want to see the sadness he knew would be on his little brother’s face. It hurt too much.
“Come in,” came Jimin's soft voice from inside.
Jungkook opened the door and stepped in quietly. Jimin sat on his bed, hugging his knees, his face hidden. He didn’t even look up to see who had entered. Jungkook crossed the room and sat beside him, the bed dipping under his weight.
“I’m done,” Jungkook said softly.
He had spent nearly an hour downstairs, talking with Yumi. He could only hope that she understood it was over. He glanced at Jimin, offering a small, awkward smile, trying to lighten the mood, though his heart felt heavy.
“Hyung…” Jimin’s voice was weak, filled with unspoken questions.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, his voice laced with concern. He needed to know Jimin was alright after Yumi had pushed him.
“Yeah…” Jimin replied, though his voice wasn’t convincing. He remained curled up, his small frame tense.
A thick silence settled over them. Jimin wanted to ask about what had happened downstairs, but the words caught in his throat. He was afraid of the answer.
“I think… Yumi and I are over now,” Jungkook finally said, his eyes staring straight ahead, fixed on the door. He had said these words once before, but this time it felt more final.
“You think?” Jimin asked, his brow furrowing.
“I told her we’re done,” Jungkook replied, his voice a little stronger this time. “I just hope she accepts it.”
“Hyung, what if she tries to…” Jimin began, but Jungkook cut him off.
“I can’t control what she does, Jimin. She’s an adult. She knows what’s right and wrong for herself. But I can’t give her what she wants.” Jungkook took Jimin’s hand in his own, pressing it gently against his chest, over his heart. “This heart… it’s not hers. It beats for you.”
Tears welled up in Jimin’s eyes, spilling over despite his efforts to hold them back. He could feel the warmth of Jungkook’s chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Could they really be together now? Their father had always been against their relationship.
“We’ll talk to Dad,” Jungkook said, as if reading Jimin’s thoughts.
“How do you know what I’m thinking?” Jimin asked, his voice trembling.
“Because you’re my lover,” Jungkook replied softly.
“I’m afraid…” Jimin admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
“I’m not,” Jungkook said, his voice filled with quiet determination. “Because I know you’ll be with me.”
Jimin gazed into his brother’s eyes, the same loving look he had seen countless times before. Jungkook’s eyes shimmered, his smile radiated warmth, and his body language exuded affection. How could he not love him?
“We’ll talk to Dad,” Jungkook repeated. “He loves you, Jimin. No matter what happens, he’ll always love you.”
“I hope so,” Jimin whispered, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Now,” Jungkook said, suddenly throwing himself onto Jimin’s bed. “I want to sleep!”
“Hyung!” Jimin whined, tugging at the blanket Jungkook had wrapped himself in. “You need to take a bath!”
“Nope. Too tired,” Jungkook mumbled, pulling a pillow over his face to avoid Jimin’s protests.
Jimin huffed, pulling at the pillow. “Hyung, that’s my pillow!”
“Thwis is mwy pwillow!” Jungkook slurred playfully from beneath the fabric.
Jimin’s frustration grew. He hated when anyone used his pillow. He tugged hard, and suddenly, Jungkook let go, causing Jimin to tumble backward off the bed.
“Oh god, Mochi!” Jungkook gasped.
“Uwaaahh…” Jimin whimpered dramatically, pretending to cry. It didn’t hurt that much, but he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to tease his hyung.
Jungkook panicked at the sound of Jimin’s cries. He quickly leaped off the bed, kneeling beside his brother. “Where does it hurt? Tell me! Your back? Your arm? Your legs? Or… your sexy butt?” he teased, tickling Jimin’s waist.
Jimin burst into laughter, wriggling under Jungkook’s relentless tickling. “Hyung! Stop! Hahaha… don't...Stop!”
“You said ‘don’t stop’!” Jungkook grinned mischievously, continuing the tickle attack.
The room filled with Jimin’s laughter as they wrestled on the floor, their playful energy filling the space with joy. Jungkook finally stopped, allowing Jimin a moment to catch his breath.
“Kookie hyung!” Jimin gasped, wiping tears from his eyes. “Do you want to kill me?”
“No, of course not,” Jungkook replied, wrapping his arms around Jimin in a back hug. “I love you.”
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Jimin giggled softly, but the sound faded when he heard the quiet sobbing coming from Jungkook. He froze.
“Hyung…?” Jimin gently held Jungkook’s hands. “Why are you crying?”
“I just want to sleep,” Jungkook murmured, burying his face in Jimin’s shoulder.
“Then sleep, hyung. You must be exhausted,” Jimin whispered, his voice soothing.
Jungkook tightened his embrace, his tears wetting Jimin’s shoulder. Without a word, Jimin began to sing softly, the familiar melody of Jungkook’s favorite lullaby filling the room:
“Neon nae pureun gompangi, Nal guwonhae jun, Naui cheonsa, naui sesang... Nan ne samsaek goyangi, Neol mannareo on, Love me now, touch me now...”
As the song flowed from Jimin’s lips, Jungkook’s breathing slowed, his body relaxing against his brother’s. They lay there on the floor, wrapped in each other’s warmth, Jungkook’s arms still holding Jimin tightly.
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Meanwhile, just outside the room, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon stood quietly by the door, listening to their sons.
“Yobo,” Mrs. Jeon said softly, turning to her husband. “Let them be happy.”
Mr. Jeon’s face softened, hearing the sound of laughter and love coming from inside Jimin’s room. He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He knew that their happiness came from being with each other. And that was something he could no longer stand in the way of.
