♡ Part ~ 11 ♡

The Min family is having breakfast sitting at the dining table.

"Jungkook, do you remember that today is your photoshoot with Kim Tae Hyung, so are you ready?". Yoongi asked his brother who was munching his food silently but nodded in response.

"Oh, we are collaborating with Kim's". Mrs Min asked with little excitement, Yoongi hummed.

"Wow, I heard that their son is very handsome and also very kind-hearted". Mrs Min again said with excitement.

"Yeah, he's a nice guy and also a very popular model". Yoongi answered, after finishing their breakfast Mr. Min, jungkook, and Yoongi all went to their company.

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Both Yoongi and Jungkook go to their separate office rooms. Yoongi is the CEO of the company and Mr. Min is the MD of the company. Jungkook is a very popular and talented model in South Korea.

Jungkook and Taehyung have never met each other in person before, but both have heard each other's names. And it's obvious after all they both are very popular and very famous not in Korea but all over the world.

Jungkook was busy checking some files when he heard a knock he said 'Come in' softly the door opened and revealed a very beautiful boy standing in front of him as he was checking his files and didn't notice the person but he knew he was the model with whom he has to do a photoshoot.

"You are a model doesn't mean you can come whenever you want you are twenty minutes late I was waiting for you" Saying this he looked towards the man who was standing near the door and he was just stunned by the mesmerizing beauty of the man.

"I'm sorry I'm late, because of traffic it's not intentional and you can't say this if I'm late means I must have a reason you shouldn't have accused a person without knowing the real reason". Jungkook is standing there staring at the beautiful boy who is in front of him he is so mesmerized by the boy's beauty that he can't hear what the boy said to him.

"Are you even listening?" the boy asked a little loudly in his soft velvety voice because jungkook kept staring shamelessly and not even listening to what he was saying.

"Yeah sorry I mean I shouldn't talk about it to you I was a little frustrated that's why". Jungkook replied with embarrassment.

"It's ok Mr. Jungkook, so shall we start the shoot". Taehyung asked

"Yeah, sure come this way".They both headed to the area where they had a photo shoot.

Jungkook and Taehyung both made their way to the room to get their hair and makeup done. As their makeup and hair were being done, they stole a few glances at each other.

Taehyung is thinking how can anyone be so handsome and gorgeous, he has seen many people, many models but Jungkook is on another level he's way too handsome that he can't take his eyes off him.

When Jungkook turned his side during his preparation, he noticed Taehyung's eyes on him, It was pretty obvious that the other was looking in his direction for so long because he could feel that, he wondered those eyes whether they were looking at him or through him.

"Why are you staring at that too without blinking am I looking that handsome, so that you can't take your eyes off me". Jungkook asked mischievously while smirking.

The sudden deep voice brought Taehyung out of his thoughts, he realised he had been looking at his partner for a little too long that he got noticed. He immediately averted his eyes and felt embarrassed.

"Sorry I didn't mean to, but yeah you're looking incredibly handsome Indeed". Taehyung replied with a smile. And again they both are lost in each other's ocean eyes.

"Mr. Taehyung, Mr. Jungkook come over here, please".

The two males bought out of their thoughts by the voice of their director and they followed once they received the instructions of the poses. And the photoshoot started, they did all the poses which they were asked to. It was a very different and amazing experience they both had with each other.

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Jimin woke up the next morning in the same unfamiliar bedroom, the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains doing little to bring him any comfort. His body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion, hunger, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

As he lay there staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts spiraled into despair. Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?

Tears welled in his eyes as he pressed his trembling hands together, silently pleading—begging—for someone, anyone, to save him.

"Please… someone get me out of here." His whispered prayer felt like it disappeared into the void.

He didn’t want to be here. Every second in this place felt suffocating.

Taking a shaky breath, he forced himself to sit up, but as soon as he lifted his head, a sharp wave of dizziness crashed over him. Groaning softly, he clutched his head, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the room from spinning. His body was weak, far too weak. He hadn’t eaten in two days—not because food hadn’t been provided, but because he refused to accept anything from them. The mere thought of eating anything they gave him made his stomach churn.

He had been locked himself in this room, isolating himself from everyone, he was refused to step outside even once. But it wasn’t like it made a difference—no one came for him. No one cared.

"Please… someone help me!" he suddenly screamed, voice breaking with desperation. His sobs echoed in the empty room, but no one answered. No one even knocked on the door.

Frustrated, he gripped his hair, his fingers twisting into the strands as more tears slipped down his cheeks. His heart ached—whether from sadness, anger, or pure exhaustion, he didn’t know anymore.

But no matter how much he cried, nothing changed.

Sniffling, he slowly forced himself to stand, his legs trembling under his own weight. He stumbled slightly but managed to hold onto the wall for support before dragging himself toward the attached bathroom.

At the very least, he needed to wash his face—if only to hide the evidence of his pain.

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After the shooting was over Taehyung went to the parking lot where his car was parked.  He sees his car that the tire of his car is punctured, he calls his driver and tells him that his driver comes out of the car and sees that the car is punctured, he takes out his phone and calls the mechanic.

"Tsk this shit has to happen now only, I don't know when I will reach home" he huffed in annoyance.

"Sir you have to wait for a bit I called the mechanic he'll come soon and fix this soon". The driver informed.

Taehyung is waiting for the mechanic when Jungkook arrives at the parking lot and is about to get into his car when he suddenly stops and looks at where Taehyung is standing. He wonders why he's standing here so he goes towards him.

"Hey Taehyung why are you standing here? Don't you wanna go back to your house?". Jungkook asked out of curiosity with raised eyebrows.

Taehyung who was using his phone flinched because of the sudden voice. But instantly calmed down after seeing the owner of the voice.

"Sorry, I scared you". Jungkook immediately apologized.

"No no, it's okay my car is punctured so I was waiting for the mechanic.

Jungkook made an 'O' face and asked

"But how long will you wait it will take so much time, so why don't you come with me I'll drop you at your house"

"No no, it's okay I can wait, I don't want to bother you jungkook"

"Oh come on you're not bothering me, now come I'll drop you"

"Umm... If you're insisting so okay then". They both got into Jungkook's care and he dropped Taehyung at his house and then he went to his own house.

After finishing his work, Yoongi goes back to his home because he had promised his mother that he would stay with her today also, so he goes to Min's Mansion. The family had dinner together, and like yesterday, Yoongi slept with his mother. And Mr Min with Jungkook.

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The next day, when Jimin woke up, his head was throbbing painfully. The relentless crying over the past three days had taken its toll, leaving him weak and utterly exhausted. His lips were dry and chapped, his body sore from lying on the cold, hard tiled floor for so long. With a groan, he tried to move, only to wince as aches shot through his limbs.

Slowly, he forced himself into a sitting position, leaning heavily against the bed for support. His vision blurred slightly, black spots dancing before his eyes from the lack of food and water.

"I have to get out of here… but what should I do?" he murmured to himself, voice hoarse from disuse. But before he could think further, an overwhelming wave of dizziness crashed over him. His body, already frail from hunger and exhaustion, couldn’t take it anymore. A soft, broken sob escaped his lips before his consciousness slipped away once more.

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Yoongi arrived at the mansion, as he strode toward the room where Jimin was kept. His mind had been restless for days, but he refused to acknowledge the gnawing worry that clawed at his chest. He had told himself Jimin was fine—that he just needed time to adjust.

But now, standing outside the door, an unsettling silence greeted him.

Frowning, Yoongi knocked firmly. "Jimin?" he called. No response. He knocked again, harder this time. "Jimin, open the door."

Still nothing.

Something was wrong.

Without wasting another second, he pulled out the extra key and unlocked the door, stepping inside. The sight before him made his heart drop.

Jimin was lying on the floor, his small frame unnaturally still, his face pale, lips parted slightly as if he had tried to say something before losing consciousness. His cheeks were streaked with dried tears, and his hands trembled even in his unconscious state.

For a moment, Yoongi just stood there, staring in shock. His chest tightened painfully. What the hell have I done?

Snapping out of it, he rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside Jimin. "Jimin," he said, voice urgent as he tapped his cheek lightly. "Hey, wake up." No response. His skin was cold to the touch. A pang of guilt twisted inside Yoongi, sharp and unforgiving.

Without another thought, he slipped his arms under Jimin’s fragile body, lifting him with ease. Jimin’s head lolled against his chest, his breathing faint. Yoongi tightened his grip, holding him close as he carried him out of the room.

Placing Jimin carefully in the back seat of his car, he slammed the door shut and sped toward the hospital, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

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As soon as he reached the hospital, Yoongi didn’t waste a second. He threw the car door open, lifted Jimin into his arms again, and strode into the building.

"Where is the doctor?" he demanded, his deep voice laced with urgency.

The receptionist, who had been calmly working at his desk, flinched at the sudden outburst. His eyes widened as he took in Yoongi’s cold, intimidating stare. "I—I’ll call him right away," he stammered, fumbling to dial the number.

Within moments, a doctor arrived, moving toward them. He reached out to take Jimin, but before he could, Yoongi’s voice rang out, sharper than before.

"Listen to me," he growled, eyes dark with an unspoken threat. "If anything happens to him—if even a single mistake is made—you won’t like what happens next. Do you understand?"

The doctor swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "Y-Yes, sir. I understand."

Without another word, he carefully took Jimin and rushed him into a hospital room. Yoongi stood outside, his hands clenched into fists. He had never felt this kind of fear before—this suffocating, gut-wrenching anxiety that gnawed at his insides.

For the next half an hour, he waited. Time felt agonizingly slow, each second stretching longer than the last. Then, finally, the doctor returned.

Yoongi immediately stepped forward. "How is he?" His voice was low, tense, but underneath, there was something else—something raw. "Is it serious?"

The doctor sighed. "He’s stable, but extremely weak. He hasn’t eaten in three days, and the stress has pushed his body to its limit. He’s severely dehydrated. It’s a good thing you brought him in when you did."

Yoongi exhaled, the tension in his shoulders loosening just a fraction.

"You need to take care of him," the doctor continued, his tone softer. "He’s not just physically weak—he’s emotionally vulnerable, too. Be careful with him."

Yoongi nodded, though guilt was still heavy in his chest. "I will."

"You can take him home after a few hours," the doctor informed him before handing over a list of prescribed medicines. Then, he left.

Yoongi wasted no time stepping into Jimin’s room.

His breath caught slightly when he saw him.

Jimin was lying on the hospital bed, his small body looking even more fragile under the stark white sheets. A needle was attached to his delicate hand, an IV drip supplying him with the fluids he so desperately needed. His face was pale, dark circles under his closed eyes.

Yoongi swallowed hard as he slowly moved toward him. His steps felt heavy—like they carried the weight of his guilt.

Lowering himself into the chair beside the bed, he hesitated for a moment before reaching out. His fingers gently wrapped around Jimin’s cold hand, holding it carefully, almost as if he was afraid he’d break him.

The warmth of Jimin’s skin against his own sent an unfamiliar sensation through his chest.

It was strange.

It was terrifying.

And yet, he didn’t let go.

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