♡ Part - 28 ♡

Unexpected News

Mrs. Min’s eyes twinkled with excitement as she clasped her hands together, looking at the young men seated at the dining table. “So, we have good news and a surprise for all of you!” she announced cheerfully.

Jungkook, who had been lazily poking at his food, immediately perked up. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned forward. “Oh? Really? What is it, Mom?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Jimin, on the other hand, kept his head down, silently praying that whatever the “surprise” was, it wouldn’t involve him too much. He wasn’t in the mood for any more shocks today.

Mrs. Min beamed, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “Well, the good news is… you’re all going to Switzerland for your honeymoon!” she exclaimed.

The moment those words left her lips, Jimin choked—again.

His throat burned as he coughed violently, struggling to catch his breath. Why did the universe hate him today?

“Chim! Are you okay?” Taehyung asked worriedly, quickly handing him another glass of water. He rubbed Jimin’s back in an attempt to soothe him, his brows furrowed in concern.

Jungkook’s jaw dropped. His spoon clattered onto his plate as he stared at his mother in shock. “Wait… what?”

Yoongi, who had been eating peacefully up until now, suddenly stopped. His chopsticks froze mid-air, and for a split second, his sharp gaze flickered with something unreadable. But he quickly masked his reaction, setting his utensils down with an expressionless face.

However, when his eyes landed on Jimin, who was still coughing and clearly panicking, his gaze softened. Without hesitation, Yoongi reached out.

One hand began gently caressing Jimin’s back, his movements slow and soothing. His other hand slid over Jimin’s smaller one, holding it firmly yet tenderly.

Jimin stiffened.

His heart stumbled over itself at the unexpected warmth. The way Yoongi’s thumb lazily stroked his skin sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.

“Baby, are you alright?” Mrs. Min’s worried voice broke through the tense moment.

Jimin swallowed thickly, nodding weakly. “H-Hmm… I’m f-fine,” he stammered, barely able to get the words out.

But just as he thought he could finally compose himself, Yoongi leaned in—his breath ghosting over Jimin’s ear as he whispered in a voice so low, only Jimin could hear.

“Eat properly, doll.”

Jimin felt his breath hitch.

“You’re choking so much today, and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Jimin’s eyes widened in sheer horror.

“Be careful.” Yoongi’s voice dipped even lower, a husky timbre laced with amusement and something darkly teasing.

Jimin froze.

What. The. Hell.

His entire body tensed. A hot flush crawled up his neck, and he hated himself for how easily his husband’s words affected him.

Was Yoongi seriously whispering dirty things into his ear—in the middle of breakfast, in front of his parents, and after his mother just announced something as insane as a “honeymoon”?!

Jimin’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions— rage, embarrassment, frustration, and pure, unfiltered regret.

Why was this happening to him?

Why was his food betraying him?

Why was his family giving him shock after shock?

And most importantly, why the hell was Yoongi like this?!

His breathing quickened. His grip on his chopsticks tightened until his knuckles turned white. Fuck.

There was no way he was going to Switzerland. No. Hell no.

A very, very big NO.

But could he do anything about it?

No. No, he couldn’t.

Jimin jerked his hand away from Yoongi’s grasp, quickly sitting up straight in his chair, determined to ignore him.

He was not going to let his husband mess with his already suffering brain today.

"Switzerland?! Wow! Thank you, Mom! We love you!" Taehyung beamed, jumping up to hug Mrs. Min tightly. She chuckled, hugging him back with the same warmth.

Jimin, on the other hand, sat frozen in his seat, his brain struggling to process what he had just heard.

Honeymoon? With Yoongi? In Switzerland?

Just as he was about to protest, Yoongi's hand shot out under the table, gripping his tightly.

The younger flinched, eyes widening at the firm hold. It wasn’t gentle—it was a silent warning. Don’t say a word.

Jimin swallowed nervously. His heart pounded as he attempted to wiggle his hand free, but Yoongi’s grip only tightened.

Mr. Min, noticing Jimin's hesitation, raised a brow. “Jimin, what is it? Did you want to say something?”

Jimin opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, Yoongi cut in smoothly.

“No, Dad. Actually, he’s just so excited.” Yoongi smirked, his voice dripping with amusement. “After all, he’s never been to Switzerland before. And he’s especially excited about our honeymoon. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Jimin stiffened.

His lips parted in disbelief. What the fuck?!

“Aww, how cute!” Mrs. Min cooed at him, smiling brightly.

Jimin wanted to die on the spot.

What part of this was cute?!

Yoongi was lying through his teeth! Excited? Him?! Hell no!

Jimin wanted to scream, wanted to yell at this arrogant mafia jerk who was embarrassing him in front of the entire family. First Taehyung, and now this?!

He clenched his fists under the table, his hate for his so-called husband growing with every passing second.

And to make things worse, Yoongi’s grip on his hand was so damn tight, it actually hurt.

Jimin gritted his teeth and tried to pull away, but Yoongi’s hold remained firm. The older’s thumb lazily stroked the back of his hand, as if to mock him, as if to say, “You’re mine, don’t even think about running.”

Jimin’s blood boiled.

He snapped his head up, glaring daggers at his husband. But Yoongi simply met his gaze with a devilish smirk, his expression completely unreadable.

After a long moment, Yoongi finally let go.

Jimin yanked his hand back immediately, exhaling in relief.

“So finally, we’re going on our honeymoon!” Taehyung cheered excitedly, completely oblivious to the tension at the table.

“Yes, my Tae baby!” Mrs. Min giggled, ruffling his hair affectionately.

Mr. Min cleared his throat. “And the surprise is… your tickets are already booked. Your flight is tomorrow evening, so start packing.”

Jimin’s entire world stopped.

“WHAT?!” he blurted out, his voice a loud wail of sheer horror.

Every pair of eyes snapped towards him.

Mrs. Min frowned, concerned. “Jimin, what’s wrong?”

Jimin felt his breath hitch.

Shit. He couldn’t protest. He wasn’t supposed to say anything.

He clenched his jaw, quickly shaking his head. “N-Nothing,” he mumbled, forcing himself to look down.

He couldn’t refuse. He couldn’t argue. If he did, it would cause a scene, and Mrs. Min would start questioning things.

He had no choice.

No matter how much he hated this, he had to go along with it.

Mrs. Min smiled again. “Alright then! Since everyone’s finished their breakfast, Jimin and Taehyung, go pack your things.” She turned to Jungkook. “Jungkook, help Tae, go on.”

Taehyung practically skipped away, Jungkook following behind him with a lazy smirk.

Jimin, however, dragged himself to his room, feeling like he was walking to his own execution.

This wasn’t a honeymoon.

It was a nightmare.

Jimin walked into his room, shutting the door softly behind him before dragging his feet toward the bed. He let out a deep sigh, his body collapsing onto the mattress as if all the strength had been drained from him.

His hands clenched into fists against the soft fabric of the sheets.

His life was fucked up.

And the worst part? There was no way out of it.

No matter how much he wanted to run away from this mess, no matter how much he hated this unwanted marriage, there was no escape.

Jimin stared at the ceiling, his chest tightening painfully.

A honeymoon.

With Yoongi.

The mere thought made him feel suffocated.

People went on honeymoons when they were in love, when they cherished each other. It was supposed to be a time for happiness, bonding, and creating precious memories together.

But for him?

It was nothing but a nightmare.

How could he make memories with a man he despised?

His eyes burned, but he blinked rapidly, refusing to let himself cry again. He was so tired. So exhausted. His life kept throwing him into deeper waters, and he was drowning with no chance of ever reaching the shore.

A sudden knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.

Jimin sat up quickly, wiping at his face before mumbling, “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and Taehyung stepped inside, his face full of concern. Without hesitation, he walked over and sat beside Jimin on the bed.

“Hey, Chim… what’s wrong?” Taehyung asked softly. “You look tense. Is everything alright?”

Jimin’s shoulders tensed.

He couldn’t meet Taehyung’s gaze—not after what had happened at the breakfast table. The embarrassment still sat heavy in his chest.

“Taetae… it’s not what you think,” Jimin muttered, his fingers fidgeting nervously in his lap. “I… I—”

Before he could finish, Taehyung reached for his hands, squeezing them gently.

“Chim,” Taehyung said, his voice full of warmth. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

Jimin swallowed hard.

Taehyung smiled softly, giving his hands another squeeze.

“He’s your husband, Jimin. You don’t need to feel embarrassed. And you should know by now that I would never judge you.” He tilted his head, his eyes shining with sincerity. “We’re soulmates, aren’t we?”

Jimin’s lower lip trembled.

“I understand you, Chim. So don’t ever feel like you have to hide anything from me. If something is bothering you, just tell me, okay? I’ll always be there for you. No matter what.”

Jimin couldn’t hold it in anymore.

His chest ached, his heart swelled—and before he knew it, he was throwing his arms around Taehyung, hugging him tightly.

Tears slipped down his cheeks as he buried his face into Taehyung’s shoulder, holding onto him like a lifeline.

Taehyung’s arms wrapped around him just as tightly, his hands rubbing soothing circles on Jimin’s back.

“Shh, Chim, it’s okay, I’m here… I’ve got you.”

They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in an embrace filled with comfort and understanding.

When Jimin finally pulled away, Taehyung reached up, gently wiping away his tears with his thumbs.

Then, with a tender smile, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Jimin’s forehead.

Jimin sniffled, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Tae… I love you so much.” His hands clutched at Taehyung’s sleeves. “You’re the best thing in my life. I’m so lucky to have you. Thank you for always being here for me.”

Taehyung’s eyes softened.

“I love you too, Chim.” He pouted playfully, his voice turning slightly wobbly. “Now don’t make me cry too, you idiot.”

Jimin let out a wet chuckle, wiping at his face again.

Taehyung grinned and nudged him lightly. “Now stop crying and go pack your bags. We have a flight tomorrow, remember?”

Jimin groaned, flopping back onto the bed dramatically.

“I don’t want to gooo,” he whined.

“Too bad!” Taehyung smirked before launching a tickle attack.

Jimin yelped, bursting into giggles as he tried to escape, but Taehyung was relentless, his fingers finding all of Jimin’s ticklish spots.

Their laughter filled the room, lightening the heavy atmosphere that had hung over them just moments ago.

After what felt like forever, Taehyung finally stopped, giggling as he flopped down beside Jimin.

Jimin was panting, his face slightly flushed, but for the first time that day, he felt lighthearted.

He smiled softly. Taehyung really was his safe place.

After a moment, Taehyung sat up and stretched. “Alright, I should go before Jungkook comes looking for me.”

Jimin sighed, nodding. “Yeah… your husband must be waiting.”

Taehyung grinned. “Damn right he is.”

He ruffled Jimin’s hair one last time before standing up and heading toward the door.

Before leaving, he turned back with a wink.

“Try not to stress too much, okay? I’ll be right next to you the whole time.”

Jimin nodded, watching as Taehyung left the room.

The moment the door clicked shut, his smile faded.

His heart still felt heavy, and the thought of tomorrow’s flight sent an uneasy feeling churning in his stomach.

But for now…

He just wanted to pretend that everything was okay.

Yoongi was about to head upstairs when his mother’s voice stopped him.

“Yoongi, we need to talk.” Mrs. Min’s tone was firm, yet gentle.

Yoongi turned around, his brows slightly furrowing. “Yes, Mom? What is it?”

“Sit.” She gestured to the spot beside her on the couch.

Without questioning further, Yoongi walked over and took a seat. His father was sitting across from him, watching him with an unreadable expression.

Mrs. Min sighed, folding her hands neatly in her lap before speaking. “Son, when we first told you about this marriage, you were completely against it. You were furious, even. And now… you’ve changed so much. What’s the matter?”

Her sharp eyes studied his face, waiting for his response.

Yoongi remained calm as he leaned back against the couch, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

“Because I thought I was getting married to someone else.”

Both his parents' eyes widened in shock.

“What do you mean?” Mr. and Mrs. Min questioned in unison.

A small, almost amused smile played on Yoongi’s lips. “Yes, Dad. Actually… Jimin is the one I wanted to marry. But at that time, I didn’t know it was him. So, when you first told me about the arranged marriage, I was furious. But the moment I saw Jimin standing there… all my anger faded away.”

His mother gasped, covering her mouth in surprise. “Are you serious?”

Yoongi nodded, his gaze unwavering. “I was so happy when I found out it was him. Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad, for choosing Jimin for me. I’m truly blessed to have you both. You’re the best parents in the world. I love you guys so much.”

His voice was filled with genuine gratitude, and for a moment, his parents just stared at him in disbelief.

Mrs. Min blinked rapidly. “So… you really wanted to marry Jimin?”

“Yes. I love him very much.” Yoongi admitted, his voice carrying a rare tenderness. “That’s why I was refusing to marry anyone else. Because I already had someone in my heart.”

Mrs. Min let out a small, dramatic sigh. “That’s great and all, but me and Kook had already asked you to at least look at the photo once before rejecting. But you refused!”

Yoongi let out a low chuckle. “Sorry, Mom. I was angry at the time.”

His mother pouted slightly, and Yoongi reached over, pulling her into a warm hug.

Mr. Min, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. “But, son… why didn’t you ever tell us about this before? If we had known you loved someone, we would have supported you wholeheartedly.”

Yoongi stiffened for the briefest moment before masking his emotions.

He lowered his gaze slightly, his tone casual yet careful. “Umm… Dad, I was just too busy with work. I didn’t get the time to tell you about it.”

It was a lie.

Well, partially.

Yes, he was busy. But that wasn’t the reason he had kept it a secret.

He couldn’t tell them the truth—not now. Not when Jimin hated him. Not when the circumstances of their first meeting were far from ideal.

His family didn’t know about the world he was involved in. They had no idea how dangerous his work was, how ruthless he had become over the years.

And if they found out how he met Jimin… how he had decided to make Jimin his…

No.

It would hurt them.

He didn’t want that.

So for now, he would keep the truth to himself. He would tell them when the time was right.

When he was sure that Jimin would never leave his side.

His mother studied him for a moment before sighing. “Well, whatever happened, I’m just glad it all worked out. Now, go help your husband pack.”

Yoongi smirked slightly, leaning in to kiss his mother’s cheek and forehead.

“Thank you, Mom.” He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. She smiled, stroking his back before kissing his forehead in return.

A cough interrupted their moment.

“If you two are done with your love fest, then go and help your husband.” Mr. Min muttered, crossing his arms.

Mrs. Min smirked playfully. “Oh my, someone’s getting jealous.” She winked at her son.

“I’m not!” Mr. Min scowled.

Yoongi chuckled as he stood up, sliding his hands into his pockets.

“Okay, Dad. Don’t get too envious just because Mom loves me more.” He smirked. “Now, I have to go help my pretty husband pack.”

With that, he turned and strolled out of the room.

Mr. Min’s glare followed his son, but his expression softened slightly when he looked at his wife.

Mrs. Min, on the other hand, was sitting there with a broad smile.

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