Chapter 53: 52.Trio

The night stretched on, laughter echoing through the mansion as the remaining guests enjoyed the celebrations.

But Jaybum, the little bundle of energy, had finally lost the battle against sleep. His small figure lay curled up in Jungkook’s arms, his tiny hand gripping the collar of Jungkook’s shirt even in his dreams.

“Hyung, I’ll walk Jungkook to the car,” Taehyung said quietly to Yoongi, who only nodded in response. The two of them slipped away unnoticed, the soft thud of their footsteps echoing through the quiet hall.

Outside, the night air was crisp and cool, the moon shining down on them like a silent witness to everything that had unfolded.

Jungkook moved carefully, opening the car door with one hand while balancing Jaybum with the other. Taehyung stepped closer, leaning in to help buckle the little boy into his car seat. Together, they worked silently, sharing a quiet moment of domestic peace.

Taehyung brushed a strand of hair from Jaybum’s face, smiling softly. “Sleep tight, bun,” he whispered.

Jungkook closed the car door gently, taking extra care not to make a sound. When he turned around, he found Taehyung waiting, his expression soft but unreadable.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jungkook asked, stepping closer. His hand rose almost instinctively, cupping Taehyung’s cheek as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His thumb brushed lightly against the skin, tracing the faint warmth still lingering there.

Taehyung blinked up at him, hesitant. “Kook, tomorrow’s the weekend. I promised Joon hyung I’d help him clean his place,” he replied softly.

Jungkook sighed dramatically, his shoulders sagging a little. “I know… but Tae…” He paused, his voice lowering to a whisper as his hand slid to Taehyung’s jaw.

“Even before, it was hard for me to stay away from you. But now… now that I know you’re my mate, I don’t think I can stay away. I want you, Tae… in my arms, all the time.”

The honesty in Jungkook’s words sent a shiver down Taehyung’s spine. He looked down, biting his lip to hide the smile tugging at the corners.

“I’ll… I’ll be at your place in the evening then?” Taehyung said, his heart so full it ached.

looking up at him with those big, expressive eyes that Jungkook couldn’t resist.

Jungkook’s lips curled into a smile, relief washing over him. “Deal.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. The moonlight caught the soft gleam in Jungkook’s eyes as he stared at Taehyung, his heart so full it ached.

Jungkook turned to open the car door, ready to leave, but he froze in place when he heard Taehyung’s voice.

“Jungkook…”

He turned back, blinking in surprise. “Yeah?”

Before Jungkook could process what was happening, Taehyung had closed the distance between them.

He grabbed Jungkook’s collar, pulling him down just enough to press a quick, soft kiss to his lips. It was brief—almost fleeting—but it sent Jungkook’s heart into overdrive.

Taehyung lingered for a second, his breath brushing against Jungkook’s lips. “Drive safe and call me when you’re home,” he whispered before pulling back and turning on his heel.

“Tae—” Jungkook started, but Taehyung was already running toward the mansion, his flushed face disappearing into the shadows of the doorway.

Jungkook stood there, frozen, his heart racing as his fingers reached up to touch his lips. A soft chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, a smile spreading across his face.

“Sudden kisses, huh? I guess I’ll have to get used to that…” he murmured to himself, turning back toward the car.

Jungkook started the car, the engine rumbling softly as he pulled out of the driveway. As he glanced in the rearview mirror, the mansion grew smaller in the distance, but the warmth in his chest remained.

The same night,

The music flowed softly through the quiet of the mansion, a serene contrast to the whirlwind of emotions the night had brought.

Namjoon and Jin swayed gently in the center of the dimly lit room, their movements slow and deliberate, lost in their own little world as the chandelier above bathed them in a soft golden glow.

Namjoon held Jin close, his large hands resting gently on Jin’s waist. His gaze, deep and filled with longing, never left the man in front of him. Jin, with his perfectly tailored suit and soft features, looked radiant—almost otherworldly under the lights.

“You know…” Namjoon started, his voice a hushed murmur against the soft strains of the music, “you look so ethereal under these lights.”

Jin chuckled, his eyes briefly flicking sideways as a faint blush crept across hischeeks. “I look ethereal all the time, Joon,” Jin replied, his voice laced with that trademark confidence that Namjoon adored so much.

Namjoon couldn’t help but smile at Jin’s words. He leaned in just a little closer, his breath ghosting across Jin’s skin as his nose brushed along the curve of Jin’s cheek. The tenderness of the gesture made Jin momentarily hold his breath.

“I wish we never broke up before,” Namjoon whispered softly, his voice heavy with emotion. “I missed you so much, love.”

The sincerity of the words hung in the air, and for a moment, Jin’s expression softened.

But then, Namjoon pulled back just enough to meet Jin’s eyes, and a flicker of something darker passed through his gaze. His jaw tightened, his fists clenching slightly as he whispered, “I wish… that man was never my father.”

The bitterness in Namjoon’s voice was palpable, and Jin immediately recognized the shift. Namjoon’s hatred for his father was no secret. It was something he carried with him like a shadow, a weight that refused to leave him no matter how much he tried to move on.

Jin’s brows furrowed as he sensed the turmoil within Namjoon. Without hesitation, he cupped Namjoon’s face in his hands, gently forcing him to look at him. The warmth of Jin’s touch seemed to calm the storm within Namjoon, even if just for a moment.

“I said I’d fix everything, didn’t I?” Jin’s voice was firm, yet soothing. His gaze, steady and unwavering, held promises that Namjoon had long learned to trust.

Namjoon stared back at him, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he let out a quiet sigh. He nodded, the vulnerability in his eyes evident as he allowed Jin’s words to settle deep within him.

“Then just listen to me carefully, okay?” Jin continued, his thumb brushing over Namjoon’s cheek as if to ground him.

“Keep your eyes on the news tomorrow.”

Namjoon blinked, his brows knitting in confusion. “The news?” he echoed softly, unsure of what Jin meant.

A small, knowing smile tugged at Jin’s lips as he leaned closer, his lips just grazing Namjoon’s ear. His voice dropped to a whisper, smooth and deliberate. “I have a big surprise for you.”

On the other hand,

Yoongi, Jimin, and Amy sat quietly around the table near the food court, but the peace didn’t last long as Jimin began devouring plate after plate of food with alarming speed.

Yoongi’s brows furrowed in concern, watching Jimin eat as though he hadn’t seen food in days.

“Jimin, slow down! You’re going to empty the whole mansion at this rate,” Yoongi finally said, his voice tinged with worry.

Jimin barely paused to glance at him before shoving another forkful of food into his mouth. “I don’t know, hyung, but I’m so  hungry,” he mumbled through his bite, as though that explained everything.

“Hungry or not, you need to give yourself a break, Chim!” Yoongi insisted, his voice firmer this time.

At Yoongi’s words, Jimin suddenly froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. His entire demeanor shifted in seconds as his expression dropped. Slowly, he placed his fork down, his movements stiff and deliberate, and then looked up at Yoongi with wide, glassy eyes.

“Why, Yoongi?” Jimin’s voice wavered, and both Yoongi and Amy stared at him, completely confused. “Why are you stopping me? Oh… oh…” Jimin’s voice cracked, and he looked down at his hands as tears began welling up in his eyes. “Is it because… because I’ll get fat, and you won’t like me anymore?”

Yoongi’s face went slack with shock. “What?” he asked, completely dumbfounded,his voice rising with disbelief. “Jimin, when did I ever say that?!”

“You don’t have to say it,” Jimin cried dramatically, tears now rolling down his cheeks. “I know that’s what you’re thinking! You’re just too nice to say it out loud!” His voice trembled as he pointed an accusing finger at Yoongi. “You don’t love me anymore, Yoongi!”

Jimin  turning his head dramatically as if to mourn the loss of Yoongi’s “love.” Amy couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into laughter, clapping her hands. “Oh my god, Jimin, what’s wrong with you tonight?”she managed to say between giggles.

"You know what ,eat whatever you want i won't stop you just eat slowly" Yoongi said sighing.

Jimin once again went back to his desired work.

Yoongi couldn't help but think,

"What was the reason for sudden mood change of Jimin" ......