♡ Part - 39 ♡

Yoongi’s entire body tensed as he listened to Hyun-jun’s story, his jaw tightening with every word. His hands gripped the armrests of his chair, knuckles turning white, but his expression remained cold and unreadable.

The air between them was thick with tension, a silent battle of wills raging as Hyun-jun spoke with infuriating ease, his smirk never faltering.

"So all of this happened while I was out of the country for business," Hyun-jun stated, his voice filled with resentment. His dark eyes gleamed as he watched Yoongi’s reaction.

"He was missing for two months, and then I found out you had married him," he continued, his voice tinged with both anger and disbelief.

Yoongi didn’t respond, his jaw clenched tight.

"I was furious at that time, but I held back, waiting for the right moment. And now, here he is," Hyun-jun gestured towards Jimin, who was standing a few feet away, looking shaken but defiant. There was something possessive in Hyun-jun’s tone, something that made Yoongi’s blood boil.

"And you know the ironic part?" Hyun-jun leaned forward slightly, a smirk pulling at his lips. "He's my enemy’s husband. What a coincidence."

Yoongi’s fingers curled into fists, his fury barely contained.

"But there's a deal if you agree," Hyun-jun added, his voice filled with an unsettling confidence.

Yoongi let out a low, humorless chuckle. His lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes remained ice-cold.

"You think he's yours?" he scoffed. The very idea was ridiculous. "You’re delusional."

Hyun-jun’s smirk didn’t waver. "Regardless, the deal is simple."

Yoongi exhaled sharply through his nose, clearly losing patience. "Then stop wasting my time and just tell me what the hell you want."

Hyun-jun’s eyes darkened as he leaned back, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

"If you want Jimin back, you’ll have to give up the position and power you hold in this world," he stated smoothly.

A beat of silence followed.

And then Yoongi let out a low, dangerous laugh.

"You really think that’s going to happen?" he asked, shaking his head slightly. "The power and position that I have—I earned them. And you know damn well why I have them. I don’t run around committing crimes like you. You know my work."

Hyun-jun merely shrugged. "And yet, I know exactly what I can do if you give it all up. There are plenty of people waiting for the right moment to take over once you’re gone."

Yoongi’s glare sharpened, his fury simmering beneath the surface. "I can’t do that, Hyun-jun. And you know it."

Hyun-jun’s expression turned cold.

"Then forget about Jimin," he hissed, his voice dripping with venom.

Yoongi’s entire body went rigid. His breathing slowed, controlled, but his dark eyes burned with rage.

"And about your power?" Hyun-jun continued, his tone full of malice. "I'll take it by hook or by crook. If I have to kill you right here, I will."

In one swift motion, Hyun-jun pulled out a gun, aiming it directly at Yoongi’s chest.

The air in the room turned suffocating.

But Yoongi didn’t even blink.

Instead, he leaned back against the couch, completely unfazed. His smirk deepened, amusement flickering in his gaze.

"Dream on, man," he drawled. His voice was calm, taunting, as if he were watching a child throw a tantrum.

Hyun-jun’s fingers twitched over the trigger, his patience snapping.

"Oh, so you think I'm kidding?" he growled.

Yoongi tilted his head slightly, his smirk unwavering.

"Did I?" he asked, his voice steady.

Hyun-jun’s anger reached its boiling point.

"You bastard, I will kill you and make Jimin mine!" he snarled, his grip tightening on the gun, his finger pressing against the trigger—

A loud gunshot rang out.

The gun fell from Hyun-jun’s grasp, hitting the floor with a metallic clatter.

A sharp hiss of pain escaped his lips as he clutched his injured hand. His expression twisted in shock as he whipped his head around—

Hobi stood a few feet away, his gun still aimed, his face devoid of emotion.

"You talk too much," Hobi muttered, lowering his weapon slightly.

Hyun-jun's fury burned hotter. He turned to his men, shouting, "What the hell are you standing around for? Get them!"

But before his men could react, another sound filled the room—

Gunfire.

The heavy boots of police officers storming in.

The chaos erupted in an instant. Officers swarmed the room, neutralizing Hyun-jun’s men with swift precision. Gunshots echoed, but the fight was short-lived. Within seconds, Hyun-jun’s men were either disarmed or pinned to the ground.

Hyun-jun’s face contorted in disbelief, his breathing heavy, his mind racing as he processed what had just happened.

Yoongi slowly stood up, his movements deliberate as he approached him.

Hyun-jun’s furious gaze met his.

Yoongi simply smirked.

"Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten who I am and what I do," he mused, his voice taunting, dripping with amusement.

Hyun-jun gritted his teeth, his fists trembling.

Yoongi tilted his head, pure mockery in his expression.

"Recognize my work now, kiddo?"

Hyun-jun remained silent, seething.

At that moment, a police officer stepped forward, nodding toward Yoongi.

"Mr. Min, this is the man involved in smuggling—the one we’ve been searching for," the officer confirmed.

Yoongi turned his gaze toward the officer, his smirk still in place. "Well, you can consider this my contribution to your investigation," he said smoothly.

The officer nodded in gratitude. "Yeah, thank you, Mr. Min. Without you, we couldn't have caught him. Thank you very much."

Hyun-jun was dragged away, his furious eyes never leaving Yoongi’s.

But Yoongi?

He simply stood there, hands in his pockets, his smirk unwavering.

The game was over.

Yoongi’s heart pounded violently against his ribs as he rushed down the dimly lit stairs to the basement. His breaths were heavy, uneven. The moment his eyes landed on the motionless figure sprawled across the cold floor, a wave of emotions crashed into him like a storm.

Jimin lay there, unconscious, his small frame covered in bruises. His once vibrant skin was marred with deep purple and blue splotches, his lips cracked, his breathing shallow.

For a split second, Yoongi froze.

Then, rage flooded his veins like molten lava.

His hands trembled as he crouched down, carefully lifting Jimin into his arms. He could feel how fragile Jimin felt against him, how unnaturally cold his skin was.

He swallowed back his fury, forcing himself to focus.

“Hobi!” His voice came out sharp, commanding. “We need to get to the hospital. Bring the car. Now.”

Hobi didn’t waste a second, bolting out of the basement.

Yoongi tightened his grip around Jimin, his fingers pressing lightly against the bruises littering his arms. His jaw clenched. He wanted to tear apart every single soul whoever had done this.

He was beyond furious.

His breath was shaky as he carried Jimin outside, his mind screaming at him to stay calm.

The drive to the hospital felt agonizingly slow despite Hobi speeding through the streets.

Yoongi sat in the back seat, Jimin’s head resting against his chest.

“Hang in there, Jimin,” he murmured, brushing strands of hair away from Jimin’s pale face. “We’re almost there.”

But Jimin didn’t respond.

Yoongi’s fingers curled into a fist, pressing against his own leg.

Please… wake up.

The moment they arrived, Yoongi rushed into the hospital, his voice loud and firm.

“We need help! He’s unconscious and injured—get a doctor right now!”

The nurses quickly brought a stretcher, and Yoongi reluctantly laid Jimin down as the medical team swarmed around him.

“He has multiple bruises, possibly internal injuries,” Yoongi explained rapidly. “He was—he was kidnapped and held captive.”

The doctor nodded, urgency in his expression. “We’ll take care of him. Please wait outside.”

And just like that, Jimin disappeared behind the doors of the operating room.

Yoongi stood frozen, his chest rising and falling in quick breaths.

The weight of what had just happened sank deep into his bones.

Hobi placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “Yoongi…”

Yoongi shut his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply.

Then he spoke. “Make sure Jungkook and Taehyung know. Call the family. They deserve to know.”

Hobi nodded and immediately pulled out his phone, his voice urgent as he made the calls.

Within half an hour, the hospital was filled with worried faces.

Jin was the first to reach Yoongi, his expression wild with fear.

“Where’s my son?” His voice trembled as he grabbed Yoongi’s arm. “My Chim—tell me, how is he?”

Yoongi met Jin’s eyes, his own filled with restrained emotion.

“He’s in the operating room, Appa. The doctors are doing their best.”

Jin’s lips quivered, and his grip on Yoongi’s arm tightened.

“Why… why would this happen to him?” Tears welled up in his eyes, his worry spilling over.

Taehyung arrived next, his eyes wide with panic.

“Hyung, what happened to Chim?” His voice wavered as he searched for answers. “He was fine this morning! And the surprise—he said he had a surprise for you—”

Yoongi swallowed, guilt gnawing at his chest.

Yoongi understood the need to share the whole truth.

"Hobi, please start from the beginning and explain everything," he requested of Hobi, recognizing the importance of being transparent.

As Hobi recounted the events, the family members listened in shocked silence. The revelation of Jimin's kidnapping and the dangerous ordeal he had endured left them speechless, grappling with disbelief and concern.

Mr and Mrs Min's expressions were a mix of worry, anger, and disappointment. Namjoon and Jin both are also shocked by the information.

"Why didn't you tell us about your work?" Mr Min's voice held frustration as he addressed Yoongi.

As Hoseok revealed the truth about Yoongi kidnapping Jimin, trapping him, and their complicated relationship, shock and disappointment filled the room. Mrs. Min’s eyes welled with tears, and Mr. Min’s face darkened with anger, disbelief evident. The weight of Yoongi’s actions settled heavily, leaving an unbearable silence in its wake.

This moment carried a heavy weight, but also a glimmer of hope. Yoongi stood before his family, finally confronting the consequences of his past actions. His voice, though firm, held a deep regret that was impossible to miss.

"I'm sorry, Dad," he began, looking directly at Mr. Min. "I should have told you about my work, but I was scared. I didn’t want you to be angry, and I didn’t want to burden you with unnecessary worries." His voice wavered slightly, the guilt pressing down on him.

"And about Jimin… I now realize how wrong I was. Love isn’t something you can force. I regret everything I did to him. I hurt him, and that’s something I’ll never forgive myself for," he admitted, his eyes lowering in shame.

Mr. Min exhaled deeply, shaking his head as he exchanged glances with Mrs. Min. His disappointment was evident, but there was also a fatherly concern in his gaze.

"It's good that you realize your mistakes, Yoongi," he said, his voice stern yet steady. "But hiding the truth from us was never the right decision. We're your parents. No matter what happens, we’re always going to be here for you. Don’t shut us out again."

Mrs. Min stepped forward, her eyes filled with both sorrow and love. "As for forgiveness," she said softly, "we’ll need time to think about it." Her voice was gentle, yet the pain lingered.

Yoongi could only nod, understanding that trust, once broken, wasn’t easily repaired.

A little further away, Namjoon and Jin stood together, their expressions unreadable as Yoongi approached them.

"Yoongi…" Namjoon spoke first, his tone serious. "We heard everything. We know what happened between you and Jimin. Can you explain why you did it?"

Yoongi met their gazes, refusing to look away. He owed them the truth.

"I was selfish," he admitted, his voice laced with guilt. "I wanted him, so I took him. I was cruel, blinded by my own desires, and I didn’t realize the pain I was causing him until it was too late."

Jin clenched his fists, his disappointment cutting deep. "How could you do that to our son?" he demanded, his voice shaking. "We trusted you… We thought you would make him happy, not that you had already hurt him before."

Yoongi flinched but didn’t back down. "I have no excuse," he admitted. "But I’ve changed. I know I can’t erase the past, but I want to make things right now."

Namjoon studied him carefully, his expression softening just a little. "People can change, Yoongi," he said finally. "Jimin seems to have forgiven you… And if he has, then maybe we should try to understand too."

Jin inhaled deeply, still visibly upset, but there was something warmer in his eyes now. "Jimin’s happiness comes first. If he’s chosen to forgive you… then we’ll try."

Relief washed over Yoongi like a wave. He hadn’t expected their forgiveness to come easily, but their willingness to try meant everything.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I’ll prove to you that I’ve changed. I won’t take this second chance for granted."

The conversation ended with an unspoken understanding. There was still pain, still wounds that needed time to heal—but there was also the first step toward acceptance.

As the tense conversation among the family members continued, a sudden knock at the door interrupted them. The room fell silent as the doctor stepped inside, his presence immediately drawing everyone's attention.

Yoongi, who had been pacing anxiously, rushed forward, his face pale with worry. His voice wavered as he desperately inquired, "How's my Jimin, doctor? Is he fine?"

The doctor offered a reassuring smile. "Yes, Mr. Min. Your husband is stable now. The medication is keeping him unconscious, but he should wake up in about two hours. You’ll be able to see him then."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the room. The weight that had been pressing down on Yoongi’s chest eased just a little, but his heart still ached with guilt and worry. He wanted—no, needed—to see Jimin, to hear his voice, to make sure he was truly okay.

The next two hours dragged on unbearably slow. Yoongi sat beside Jimin's bed, his fingers lightly brushing over Jimin’s hand, but his heart clenched every time he saw the IV in his wrist. He never wanted to see Jimin like this again.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jimin’s fingers twitched slightly. A faint groan escaped his lips as his eyelids fluttered open. His vision was hazy at first, but as he slowly adjusted, his gaze wandered up to the ceiling. He blinked, trying to register where he was, his mind foggy from the medication.

Just then, the door creaked open, and the quiet room was instantly filled with warmth as Taehyung, Jungkook, and the rest of the family entered. Their worried faces softened when they saw Jimin awake, and relief washed over them.

Jin was the first to reach his bedside. His eyes shimmered with tears, but he tried to keep them at bay as he gently cupped Jimin’s cheek.

"Son, how are you, baby?" Jin’s voice was tender, though thick with emotion.

Jimin, still weak, managed a small but reassuring smile. Seeing Jin so worried made his heart ache. He reached up, his fingers lightly brushing away the tear that had escaped down Jin’s cheek.

"Appa, I'm fine. Please, don’t cry," he murmured softly.

Jin let out a shaky breath and nodded, squeezing Jimin’s hand as if afraid to let go.

Before Jimin could say more, Taehyung practically lunged toward him, his eyes red from crying.

"Chim, I was so worried about you," Taehyung’s voice quivered, his hands gripping Jimin’s arm as if to make sure he was really there. "From now on, I won’t let you go anywhere alone."

Jimin’s heart melted at his best friend’s words. Taehyung had always been protective, but now, his emotions felt heavier, more desperate.

"Oh, Taetae, don’t cry. Otherwise, I might start crying too," Jimin whispered, his voice filled with affection. He opened his arms, and Taehyung didn’t hesitate to throw himself into a hug, holding Jimin tightly.

Jungkook let out a small sigh of relief. "Hyung, you have no idea how worried we were. Don’t ever do this again."

Jimin chuckled weakly. "I didn’t exactly plan on getting hurt, Kookie."

A soft chuckle passed through the room, lightening the heavy atmosphere just a little.

Mrs. Min, who had been quietly watching, finally stepped forward. Her expression was filled with relief, but her voice held a firm authority as she spoke.

"Son, now all of you will be living with us in our mansion, and that's final," she declared. There was no room for argument in her voice.

Jimin blinked at her for a moment before nodding. He could see the love and concern in her eyes, and it made him feel warm inside.

"As you wish, Mom," he said softly, a genuine smile forming on his lips.

Just as the room settled into a calm atmosphere, Mr. Min glanced around, his brows furrowing slightly.

"But where is Yoongi?" he asked, scanning the room.

Jungkook, too, looked around before replying, "He was here just a few minutes ago, outside the room. Didn’t he come in to see Chim?"

Jimin’s smile faltered for a moment, his heart skipping a beat. He had expected Yoongi to be right by his side. Why didn’t he come in?

His fingers tightened slightly around the blanket as unease settled in his chest. Was Yoongi avoiding him? Did he regret staying?

"Anyway," Mr. Min sighed, shaking his head. "We’re heading back to the mansion with Chim. Kookie, call Hobi. He’ll probably know about Yoongi."

Jungkook nodded, already pulling out his phone.

Namjoon stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Jimin’s shoulder. "We’ll be back later tonight to see you. I have an important meeting to attend, but I’ll come straight after."

Jimin nodded, offering him a grateful smile. "Okay, papa. Take care."

As the family started making preparations to leave, a sense of warmth and unity filled the air. Despite the lingering questions, despite Yoongi’s absence, there was an unspoken promise of better days ahead.

A Warm Night at Min Mansion

The Min mansion glowed with warmth as the family gathered for dinner. The air was rich with the aroma of delicious food, filling the grand dining hall with a sense of home. In the kitchen, Jin and Mrs. Min worked in perfect harmony, their voices blending as they prepared the meal.

“Jin, pass me that bowl, dear,” Mrs. Min instructed while stirring a pot of soup.

“Here you go,” Jin handed it to her with a smile. “I must say, cooking together feels nice. We make a great team.”

Mrs. Min chuckled. “Of course! After all, food tastes better when it’s made with love.”

Meanwhile, in the living room, Namjoon, Mr. Min, and Jungkook sat together, engaging in light-hearted conversation. Their laughter resonated through the mansion, making it feel alive.

“Jungkook, I heard you were the one who stayed with Jimin the most at the hospital,” Mr. Min commented, a hint of pride in his voice.

Jungkook shrugged with a smile. “Of course! He’s my brother. How could I leave him alone?”

Namjoon patted Jungkook’s shoulder. “You did well, Kookie. Jimin must’ve felt reassured with you there.”

Jungkook grinned, but his eyes carried a hint of concern. But where is Yoongi hyung?

Jimin’s Bedroom

Upstairs, the atmosphere in Jimin’s bedroom was tranquil. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room as Jimin lay comfortably on the bed, his body still recovering. Beside him, Taehyung sat closely, his eyes watching Jimin with unwavering concern.

“Taetae,” Jimin called softly. “I’m okay now. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Taehyung frowned, shaking his head. “No, Chim. What if you need something and I’m not here? I won’t let you be alone, especially when Yoongi hyung isn’t here.”

At the mention of Yoongi’s name, Jimin’s face fell. His heart ached, longing for the one person he had yet to see since he woke up.

“I miss him…” Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible. “I haven’t seen him since I woke up, and it’s been a week.” His eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Taehyung immediately noticed and his heart clenched at the sight. He reached out, gently wiping Jimin’s tears away.

“Chim, why are you crying? Are you in pain? Should I call the doctor?” Taehyung’s voice was filled with worry, his grip tightening on Jimin’s hand.

Jimin sniffled, shaking his head. “No, Tae. I’m absolutely fine. It’s just…” He took a deep breath before continuing, “You care for me so much that I feel a little emotional.”

Taehyung sighed in relief before giving Jimin a warm smile. “Oh, Chim, you scared me! Of course, I care for you. You are my soulmate, and I love you so much.”

Jimin chuckled weakly as Taehyung pulled him into a comforting embrace. “I love you too, Taetae,” he murmured against his shoulder.

As they held each other, the sounds of laughter and conversation from downstairs filled the room, reminding them that they were not alone—that they had a family who loved them deeply.

The Dining Hall

Downstairs, the family had started settling at the dining table when Mr. Min spoke up, his voice laced with concern.

“Kookie, where is your brother Yoongi? I haven’t seen him since he left the hospital. He should have come by now.”

Jungkook hesitated for a second before answering, “Dad, he’s with Hobi hyung. He mentioned he had some work related to Jimin’s kidnapping, and he said he’d be late. He’s also having dinner out with Hobi hyung.”

Mr. Min sighed but nodded in understanding.

Just then, Mrs. Min’s voice rang from the kitchen, “Dinner is ready! Everyone, take your seats.”

The warm and inviting atmosphere surrounded them as they gathered for dinner.

Jin, setting the last dish on the table, turned to Jungkook. “Kookie baby, call Tae and Chim down for dinner.”

Jungkook nodded and headed upstairs. As he entered Jimin’s bedroom, he saw Taehyung sitting beside Jimin, their fingers intertwined.

“Chim, how are you now?” Jungkook asked, smiling softly.

“With your husband taking care of me, do you really think I won’t be fine?” Jimin responded with a teasing smile.

Jungkook chuckled. “Good point. But come on, let’s eat. You both must be hungry.”

Tae nodded. “Yes, Chim, come. Let’s go.” He helped Jimin up, carefully supporting him as they made their way downstairs.

Dinner Time

As Jimin took his seat at the dining table, Mrs. Min immediately turned to him with motherly concern.

“Oh, Jimin baby, how are you, darling?” she asked gently.

Jimin smiled. “I’m fine, Mom. Really.”

Mrs. Min sighed in relief before turning to Jungkook. “By the way, where is Yoongi, Kookie?”

Jungkook hesitated for a moment before replying, “Mom, he’ll probably be late. I think he might come home around midnight.”

Mrs. Min pursed her lips but nodded. “Alright. As long as he’s safe.”

The meal was filled with warm conversation, laughter, and stories being exchanged. Despite the lingering absence of Yoongi, there was still a strong sense of family and love around the table.

Night Falls

After dinner, everyone retired to their respective rooms. Namjoon and Jin decided to stay in the guest room, as it was already late.

Back in Jimin’s bedroom, Taehyung fussed over him once again.

“Chim, take some rest, okay? And if you need anything, just tell me. I’ll be there for you anytime you need.”

Jimin reached for Taehyung’s hand and squeezed it. “I will, Tae. But please, don’t worry so much. I’m really fine now. You should rest too—you must be tired.”

Taehyung sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only because you told me to.”

Jimin chuckled. “Good night, Taetae.”

Taehyung kissed Jimin’s forehead before whispering, “Good night, my Chim.”

As the mansion slowly fell into silence, Jimin lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. His heart still longed for Yoongi, the emptiness beside him a painful reminder of his absence.

"Where are you, Yoongi? Why won’t you come see me?"

With that thought lingering in his mind, Jimin slowly drifted into sleep, hoping that when he woke up, Yoongi would finally be there.

Jimin lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind occupied by a single thought—Yoongi.

The weight of the past week bore down on his chest. Since regaining consciousness, he hadn’t seen his husband, not even once. It hurt. He understood that Yoongi was busy, handling everything that had happened, but deep down, a small part of him wondered—why hasn’t he come to see me?

His heart ached at the thought. He had waited so eagerly for Yoongi’s return from Spain, even preparing a surprise for him. Jimin had planned everything perfectly—the candles, the soft music, the heartfelt words he had spent hours practicing.

He had wanted to propose.

Despite being married, it wasn’t a marriage that started with love. It was an arrangement, and Jimin had always known that. But over time, his feelings had changed. He had fallen in love, deeply, irrevocably.

In Morning, when he had set up everything, waiting for Yoongi to arrive, he had felt nervous but excited. He had imagined the way Yoongi’s face would soften when he confessed his love, how he would hold Jimin close, whispering words of affection in return.

But Yoongi never came home.

Instead, Jimin had been kidnapped.

The memories flashed before his eyes—the cold touch of the ropes binding his wrists, the cruel laughter of his captors, the sharp sting of fear clawing at his chest. He had waited for Yoongi, and instead, he had been taken away, left to wonder if he would ever see his husband again.

Yet, Yoongi did come for him.

Yoongi had saved him, just like he always did. He had fought for Jimin, risked everything to bring him back safely. And now, even though he hadn’t shown up at the hospital, Jimin knew—he still cared.

But why hasn’t he come home?

The question gnawed at him, his heart growing heavier with every passing second.

The hands of the clock continued their steady march forward, and before he realized it, midnight had arrived. The mansion was silent, save for the faint rustling of the wind outside. Jimin sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion slowly crept in.

Then, a sound broke through the silence.

The distant clang of the front gate opening.

Jimin’s breath hitched. His ears perked up as he turned his head toward the door. His heart pounded against his ribs, his hands gripping the blanket tightly.

Could it be…?

Seconds passed, stretching endlessly, before the soft creak of his bedroom door filled the room.

A shadow moved against the dimly lit hallway, stepping inside cautiously. Jimin felt his breath catch in his throat as the figure became clearer under the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the window.

Yoongi.

Jimin’s chest tightened as he quickly reached for the nightstand lamp, turning it on with a soft click. Warm light flooded the room, casting away the darkness and illuminating the man standing before him.

His husband.

His Yoongi.

Jimin’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He drank in the sight before him—Yoongi, dressed in all black, his face unreadable, his eyes dark and tired. There was an air of exhaustion around him, his posture tense, as if he had been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Their eyes met.

Jimin felt something inside him shift, a surge of emotions rushing through him all at once.

Relief.

Happiness.

Love.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, his gaze never leaving Yoongi’s. He wanted to say something—to ask him why he hadn’t come earlier, to tell him how much he had missed him, to let him know just how deeply his love for him had grown.

But in that moment, words felt unnecessary.

The silence between them spoke volumes.

Yoongi took a step forward, hesitating for a brief second before finally closing the distance between them. His fingers twitched at his sides as if he wanted to reach out, to touch Jimin, to reassure himself that he was really there.

Jimin swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re home.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded. His voice, when he finally spoke, was rough, laced with unspoken emotions.

“I’m home.”

Jimin blinked back his tears, his heart swelling with warmth.

Despite everything that had happened.

Despite the pain, the fear, and the loneliness.

Yoongi had come back to him.

And that was enough.