♡ Part - 29 ♡

Packing Tensions

Jimin was busy folding his clothes, neatly placing them in his suitcase when a sudden voice from the door startled him.

"Need any help?"

His body tensed at the familiar deep voice. Panic surged through him as he spun around, only to be met with Yoongi’s figure leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, a small smirk playing on his lips.

Jimin’s grip on his shirt tightened as he blurted out, "No, I've got this covered. I can manage on my own."

The atmosphere grew thick with tension. Neither of them spoke for a second, both aware of the complex dynamics of their relationship.

Yoongi took a step inside, his smirk deepening. "Honeymoon packing, huh? I didn't realize you were so meticulous." His voice carried amusement, clearly enjoying Jimin’s discomfort.

Jimin shot him a glare, "Unlike some people, I prefer to be prepared." His tone was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade.

Yoongi chuckled, "Well, at least we agree on one thing."

Jimin scoffed. "I didn't agree on anything. It's just you who made me agree on this." His voice held frustration as he exhaled deeply, trying to suppress his emotions.

But Yoongi wasn’t fazed. Instead, he moved closer—his steps slow, deliberate.

Before Jimin could react, strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

Jimin froze.

His breath hitched when Yoongi rested his chin on his shoulder, the older’s presence suffocatingly close.

"What are you doing? Step away! Can't you see I'm swamped?" Jimin snapped, trying to push him off.

Yoongi hummed, clearly unbothered, before tightening his hold. "Alright, baby, carry on. Just give me a shout if you need anything." His voice was smooth, almost teasing.

Jimin clenched his jaw, knowing Yoongi was doing this on purpose.

His lips twitched slightly before he quipped, "There’s one thing you can do—pack your own damn luggage for once."

Yoongi blinked. "Huh?"

Jimin smirked, "Yes, Mr. Mafia. Pack your own stuff."

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, "To the world, maybe. But to you, I’m your husband." His tone was light, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of intensity.

Jimin rolled his eyes. "So, what's your point?"

Yoongi exhaled, slightly exasperated. "What do you mean, 'What's my point'? Seriously?"

Jimin simply waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it."

Yoongi scoffed, "Are you trying to provoke me?"

Jimin let out a small, humorless chuckle. "How could I ever make you angry? Your anger is always painted on your face."

Yoongi stilled.

Jimin saw the shift in his eyes—darkening, sharpening.

And that was his first mistake.

The second was underestimating Yoongi’s patience.

Before he could react, Yoongi took two strides forward, his movements swift, determined.

Jimin instinctively backed away—only to hit the wall.

His heart pounded. Shit.

A hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, pinning it above his head.

Jimin sucked in a sharp breath, his body tensing. Yoongi’s other hand found his waist, pressing firmly, preventing him from moving.

Jimin’s eyes widened as Yoongi leaned in, their faces inches apart.

His voice was low, dangerous. "Repeat what you said. What did you say earlier?"

Jimin gulped.

His heart raced. Panic danced in his eyes.

He struggled against the older’s grip, but Yoongi didn’t budge.

"Let go. I don’t want to discuss this with you. I didn’t say anything. Interpret it however you want, but let me go." Jimin snapped, glaring.

Yoongi tilted his head, his gaze intense, unreadable. Then, he moved closer—so close that Jimin could feel his breath against his lips.

Jimin shut his eyes tightly.

"No, no, no, no, no."

His mind screamed.

But just as Yoongi was about to lean in—

A knock.

Both of them froze.

Jimin’s eyes snapped open, and his gaze landed on the doorway.

Standing there, arms crossed, was Taehyung.

The room went silent.

Taehyung’s brows lifted.

Jimin’s face burned.

And Yoongi?

Yoongi simply let out an annoyed sigh.

Unexpected Interruptions

Taehyung stood in the doorway, blinking rapidly, as if processing the scene in front of him. He scratched the back of his head and offered a sheepish grin.

"I seem to have barged in at the wrong time. I'll come back later. Didn’t mean to interrupt."

Jimin's eyes widened in panic.

"Wait, Taehyung! It’s not what you think! It’s not what you saw!" Jimin blurted out urgently, his hands waving frantically.

Taehyung’s brow furrowed. "Huh?"

Jimin gulped, scrambling for words. "I mean… it’s not what you’re assuming!" His voice was laced with desperation.

Taehyung eyed him for a second, then smirked knowingly.

"Hmm, hmm. I’m already in the loop." He said, wiggling his brows.

Jimin felt his face burn. "What loop? There is no loop! You're misunderstanding everything!"

Yoongi, still leaning against the wall, chuckled lowly.

Jimin shot him a glare.

Taking a deep breath, he turned back to Taehyung, determined to change the topic. "Anyway, never mind this. Why did you drop by?"

Taehyung tapped his chin, thinking for a moment. "Oh! I actually forgot what I wanted to ask… (sniffle) I'll remember and fill you in later." He admitted, scratching his head playfully.

Jimin exhaled. "Alright then."

Taehyung nodded, his cheeks suddenly turning a bit pink. "I’ve got to run. Jungkook’s waiting for me. Take care."

Jimin tilted his head at his friend’s sudden flustered state. "Okay…?"

Yoongi, still amused, nodded toward Taehyung. "Thanks for dropping by."

Taehyung quickly waved and bolted out the door, muttering something about Jungkook before disappearing down the hallway.

As soon as the door shut, Yoongi locked it and turned back around.

He glanced around the room. His smirk disappeared.

Jimin was… nowhere to be seen.

Yoongi's eyes narrowed. "Where did you vanish to, Jimin?"

Silence.

His patience wore thin.

"You're testing my patience once again." His voice dropped a note lower, laced with frustration.

Then, finally—

"I'm in the washroom!" Jimin's voice came from behind the closed door.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, raking a hand through his hair.

"Aish… this boy." He muttered under his breath, shaking his head before settling onto the bed, waiting for Jimin to come out.

Yoongi lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his fingers idly tapping against his stomach. He was getting impatient.

Jimin had been inside the washroom for far too long.

With a sigh, Yoongi turned his head toward the closed door. "Are you planning to live in there now?"

No response.

He sat up, his jaw tightening. "Jimin, come out."

Still nothing.

Yoongi rubbed his temples, inhaling deeply.

"Fine. You want to hide? Stay there." He said, leaning back again. "But just so you know, I’m not leaving either. I’ll wait here all night if I have to."

Inside the washroom, Jimin leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection. His heart was racing.

He closed his eyes, exhaling shakily.

"Why is he like this?" He muttered to himself.

Why did Yoongi have to make everything so… confusing?

There was no escaping this honeymoon, and there was no escaping Yoongi.

With another deep breath, he gathered himself and finally turned the doorknob.

The moment he stepped out, Yoongi immediately sat up, his piercing gaze locking onto him.

Jimin avoided his eyes, walking straight toward his suitcase to continue packing.

The room was silent for a few moments before Yoongi finally spoke.

"You’re awfully quiet. What’s going on inside that little head of yours?"

Jimin ignored him.

Yoongi smirked. "Still upset, huh?"

Jimin zipped his bag aggressively. "Upset? Do you even care if I’m upset?"

Yoongi sighed dramatically. "Here we go again."

Jimin turned to face him, his arms crossing. "You’ve been making decisions for me since the beginning! Did you ever think to ask me if I even wanted to go on this honeymoon?"

Yoongi stood up, taking slow steps toward Jimin. "Would your answer have changed anything?"

Jimin glared. "That’s exactly my point!"

Yoongi stopped right in front of him, tilting his head. "Then why waste energy arguing about it?"

Jimin opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Because Yoongi was right. No matter what Jimin said, nothing would change. It never did.

His shoulders slumped. "You’re impossible."

Yoongi chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of Jimin’s hair behind his ear. "And you’re adorable when you’re angry."

Jimin slapped his hand away. "Don’t touch me."

Yoongi leaned in slightly, his voice low. "Why? Afraid of what might happen?"

Jimin stiffened, taking a step back, but Yoongi only stepped forward, closing the distance again.

"I'm serious, Yoongi. Back off." Jimin warned.

Yoongi held up his hands in a mock surrender. "Fine, fine."

He took a step back, but his eyes never left Jimin's.

Jimin exhaled, turning away from him. "Just let me finish packing in peace."

Yoongi watched him for a moment before smirking.

"Sure, baby. I'll give you peace."

Jimin hated how his stomach flipped at the word ‘baby.’

Ignoring Yoongi, he focused on stuffing his last set of clothes into the suitcase.

Tomorrow, they were leaving.

Tomorrow, he'd be stuck with Min Yoongi.

Alone.

Yoongi retrieved his phone and dialled Hobi.

"What's keeping you occupied?". Yoongi asked, curiously.

"Not much. Why? Is everything alright?". Hoseok replied, casually.

"Yeah, no worries." Reassuring, yoongi responded.

"Thank goodness." Letting out a sigh of relief, hoseok mused.

"I'm calling about something urgent. I'll be out of Korea for a few days." Getting to the point, Yoongi shared.

"Don't stress; I've got things covered here." Hoseok assured.

"Good to hear. But if there's an emergency, keep me posted." Yoongi said a smile touching his lips.

"Of course. Take care." Hoseok affirmed confidently. And hung up the call.

♡♤♡

Jungkook was waiting for Tae in their room. When Tae entered, Jungkook pouted and asked, "Where were you? I was missing you, baby."

He cupped his hubby's face and replied, "Oh, what happened? Why is my baby this angry, hmm?"

Jungkook pulled Tae onto his lap, saying, "You know, baby..." He softly kissed Tae's neck and whispered, "I love you, baby."

The blushed and responded, "I love you too, Kook."

Jungkook continued to place soft kisses on Tae's neck and then guided him to the bed. He hovered over Tae, planting kisses all over his face, which made Tae moan.

The moaned softly, "Hey, Kook, don't tease me," while blushing.

Jungkook smirked and said, "Oh, baby, still shy from me? We've already done it."

The blushed even more and stuttered, "S-stop."

Jungkook complimented, "You look so beautiful, baby," their eyes met, and he leaned in to capture Tae's soft cherry lips in a passionate kiss.

In a matter of seconds, Tae reciprocated the kiss, circling his hands around Jungkook's nape, and pulling him closer. Both were lost in the passionate moment, expressing their love.

Between the kisses, Tae managed to whisper, "I love you, Kookie."

Jungkook replied, "Love you more, babe," as he trailed down to Tae's jawline, leaving kisses. Tae's moans drove him wild, intensifying the moment.

♡♤♡

Jimin stood on the balcony, his arms resting on the cool metal railing as he stared at the endless night sky. The moon hung above him, casting a pale glow over the sleeping city, and the stars twinkled like distant promises—ones he knew would never be fulfilled.

The wind tousled his hair gently, but it did nothing to ease the unease coiling inside him. His chest felt tight, his breaths uneven as his thoughts spiraled into the familiar pit of frustration, resentment, and fear.

How has his life come to this?

A honeymoon. With him.

His fingers clenched the railing. The very idea made his stomach churn. Honeymoons were supposed to be a time of joy, of shared love, of beautiful memories between two people who cherished each other. Not this.

Not a forced trip with a man who had stolen his freedom, his peace, and any sense of control he had over his own life.

There was a time when the mere mention of Yoongi’s name was enough to send a chill down his spine. Min Yoongi, the ruthless mafia leader, the man who had turned his life upside down. Even now, just thinking about him sent a cold shiver down his back.

And yet, here he was—his husband.

Jimin let out a bitter breath, his chest heaving. Husband. The word felt foreign, like something that didn’t belong to him.

How was he supposed to pretend?

How was he supposed to act like everything was fine when deep inside, everything was so, so wrong?

His gaze drifted to the glowing city lights in the distance. Were people out there laughing right now? Falling in love? Living their lives the way they chose?

How unfair.

He gritted his teeth. Why did it have to be him?

Why did Yoongi choose him? Why did he take everything away from him and then expect Jimin to play along with this twisted game of being his loving husband?

His fingers curled tighter around the railing, his knuckles turning white. No.

He couldn’t fall into this. He couldn’t allow himself to forget who Yoongi truly was.

No matter how many soft words Yoongi spoke.

No matter how many times he pretended to be gentle.

No matter how much he acted like he cared.

It was all an illusion.

Because at the end of the day, Min Yoongi was still a criminal. Still the same man who had kidnapped him, who had ruined his life, who was capable of unimaginable things.

Did Yoongi really think Jimin would just forget?

That he would suddenly see him as someone worthy of trust?

His heart pounded against his ribs. This trip… this honeymoon was a trap.

He could feel it.

Yoongi was watching, waiting for him to let his guard down.

But Jimin wouldn’t fall for it.

He wouldn’t be manipulated. He wouldn’t allow himself to be lured into Yoongi’s world any deeper than he already was.

He took a shaky breath, his hands trembling slightly as he stared at the moon, his only witness.

He had to confront Yoongi.

He had to make him understand—he would never be his.

No matter how many times Yoongi tried, Jimin would never belong to him.

Jimin heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, the quiet yet familiar creak of footsteps echoing through the house. His heart pounded harder, the weight of his thoughts pressing even heavier on his chest. Yoongi was back.

A lump formed in his throat as he turned away from the balcony and stepped back into the dimly lit room. He needed to talk to him.

Just as he took a deep breath, the bedroom door opened.

"I'm home," Yoongi's deep voice filled the space, his gaze immediately landing on Jimin. His expression softened. "Why are you still awake?"

Jimin hesitated for a moment before finally looking at him. His hands curled into fists at his sides. This was it. He needed to say it now.

"We need to talk." His voice was firm, but his fingers trembled slightly.

Yoongi tilted his head slightly, sensing the tension in Jimin's stance. "Something on your mind?" He stepped closer, his dark eyes unreadable.

Jimin swallowed, forcing himself to meet Yoongi’s gaze. "Yes," he said, his voice quieter this time. "It's important."

Without another word, Yoongi led him to the couch by the window, gesturing for him to sit. He settled across from Jimin, his full attention on him now.

"Alright," Yoongi said, his voice softer, more careful. "What's bothering you?"

Jimin took a shaky breath, gathering his thoughts. "This honeymoon... it's not what I envisioned, and it's not just about a past mistake." He paused, watching for any reaction. "It's about my safety. It's about my life, Yoongi."

Yoongi’s expression darkened slightly, but he remained quiet, listening.

Jimin continued, his voice carrying a mix of fear, frustration, and exhaustion. "How do I know that I’ll be safe with you? How do I know that this isn’t just another way for you to manipulate me?" His eyes searched Yoongi’s face, desperate for an answer he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear.

Yoongi let out a slow breath, his jaw tightening before he spoke. "Baby, I know I have a past. And I can’t erase it, no matter how much I want to." His voice was steady, careful. "But I’ve been trying to make amends. To change for you. I understand that you're worried."

Jimin scoffed softly, looking away. "Change? How do I trust that? How do I know this isn’t just another act?" His voice was sharper now, laced with the anger he had been holding in for far too long.

Yoongi's expression remained unreadable. "I left that life behind. And I would never put you in danger again."

"How can you say that?" Jimin’s voice cracked, his hands gripping his lap tightly. "How can I believe you when you’re still the same person? You’re still the same man who kidnapped me. The same man who turned my life upside down." His voice trembled, frustration and fear mixing together. "How do I trust someone capable of such darkness?"

Yoongi's lips parted slightly, as if to say something, but he hesitated.

Jimin let out a bitter breath. "You think saying sorry is enough?" He shook his head, his eyes burning. "Do you think you can erase the fear and trauma you caused just by saying you’ve changed?"

Yoongi’s gaze softened, a flicker of regret flashing in his eyes. "I know my past actions have scarred you, love. And I’m sorry. I know I can’t undo my actions, but I swear—I’ve been trying to do better. To keep you safe. To create a different future." His voice dropped lower, as if afraid to break the fragile space between them.

Jimin’s eyes filled with unshed tears, but he blinked them back. "Trying to change doesn’t erase the past, Yoongi. You can’t just switch between being a loving husband and a dangerous mafia leader."

Yoongi’s shoulders tensed.

Jimin let out a shaky exhale, finally meeting his gaze again. "You can’t just erase the past with empty words," he whispered.

The room fell into silence, the weight of unspoken pain settling between them.

Jimin closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. "The scars are still there, Yoongi. And no matter what you say… they don’t just disappear."

The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Jimin’s hands curled into fists in his lap as he tried to steady his trembling breath. He hated this—this constant push and pull, the battle between what he knew and what Yoongi wanted him to believe.

"Doll," Yoongi’s voice was softer now, almost pleading. "I’ve been working to protect you, to give you a safe life." He reached out, fingers brushing against Jimin’s wrist. His touch was warm, gentle, too careful.

Jimin flinched, his breath hitching. His heart pounded violently in his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut. "From whom will you protect me, Yoongi," he whispered, his voice cracking, "when you are the very person I fear?"

Yoongi froze.

Jimin forced himself to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with unshed tears, his throat tightening with every word. "Yoongi... I'm scared. Scared of you. Scared of what you're capable of. Scared of what you might do." His voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of his words shattered through the room like gunfire.

Yoongi inhaled sharply, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Regret. It was there in his eyes, etched into every line on his face. "I never wanted you to be scared of me," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to be better for you, my love. I swear to you, I do."

Jimin clenched his jaw, fighting the storm of emotions crashing inside him. "I don’t know, Yoongi." He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "The past isn’t just some distant memory for me. It’s still here. It still haunts me. You can’t just sweep away the fear I feel—you can’t expect me to live my life constantly looking over my shoulder, wondering when the next storm will hit."

"I understand, doll." Yoongi’s voice was soft, but there was a raw intensity behind it. "I don’t want you to feel unsafe. I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel secure."

Jimin let out a bitter chuckle, the sound hollow. "And what does that even mean, Yoongi?" His eyes were sharp, filled with an emotion that made Yoongi's stomach twist. "You say you want to protect me, but what does protection mean when you’re the danger I’m running from?"

Yoongi's lips parted, but no words came out. For the first time, he had no answer.

Jimin’s heart clenched at the silence that followed. He had expected denial, reassurance, something—but this? This silence was deafening.

His breath hitched, and he forced himself to look away. "See? You don’t even have an answer." His voice was quieter now, but the pain behind it was unmistakable.

Yoongi clenched his fists, frustration and helplessness battling inside him. He wanted to fight against Jimin’s words, wanting to prove that he wasn’t the monster Jimin feared. But how could he, when everything Jimin said was true?

He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. "Jimin," he started, voice rough, "I never wanted you to feel this way. I want to protect you, not be the reason you’re afraid."

Jimin let out a shaky breath. His eyes flickered toward the window, the moonlight casting a soft glow across his face. He looked so tired. So lost.

A tense pause settled between them before Jimin spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "With whom?"

Yoongi stilled.

Jimin turned to him, his expression unreadable. "You say you’ll protect me. But from whom, Yoongi?" He inhaled sharply. "Because the biggest danger in my life... has always been you."

Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat. He had no answer.

The silence stretched once again, but this time, it felt heavier—like a weight pressing down on both of them, suffocating and relentless.

Jimin dropped his gaze to his lap, his fingers clenching his pants tightly. "Maybe..." He swallowed hard, his voice barely audible. "Maybe if we find a way to truly ensure my safety... we can talk."

Yoongi's eyes darkened. "Jimin—"

Jimin held up a hand, shaking his head. "Not now," he whispered. His shoulders sagged slightly, exhaustion seeping into his bones. "I can’t do this right now."

Yoongi watched him carefully, his chest tightening painfully.

The conversation ended, leaving an air of tense uncertainty between them. The weight of their past, their present, and the looming future pressed heavily on them both.

Somewhere outside, the night continued on. But within the walls of their room, the unspoken war between them raged on, with no clear winner in sight.