♡ Part - 41 ♡

A week had passed since Jimin had fallen sick, and in that time, Yoongi had taken care of him in ways Jimin never imagined. Every morning, Yoongi woke him up gently, his voice soft and warm as he whispered sweet words into his ear. He helped Jimin with everything—bathing, dressing, and even feeding him when Jimin was too tired to lift his spoon.

At first, Jimin had protested. "Hyung, I can do it myself," he had mumbled, embarrassed as Yoongi held the spoon near his lips.

But Yoongi had only smiled, his voice teasing yet affectionate. "I know you can, baby, but let me spoil you a little, hmm?"

And just like that, Jimin found himself being taken care of in the most loving way.

Yoongi never let Jimin lift a finger. He would wrap a blanket around Jimin’s shoulders when he sat on the couch, hold his hand when they walked around the mansion, and rub soothing circles on Jimin’s back when he felt tired.

But the most intimate moments were during their mornings together.

Morning Routine

"Alright, time to get you cleaned up, baby," Yoongi said one morning, standing beside the bed with a towel draped over his arm.

Jimin, still half-asleep, buried his face in the pillow. "Mmm… five more minutes," he mumbled, his voice muffled.

Yoongi chuckled. "Nope. You need to bathe, Doll. And I’m helping you, as always."

Jimin groaned playfully but allowed Yoongi to pull him up. His body felt much better now—his strength had returned, and the bruises from his fall had almost faded completely. But still, Jimin had grown fond of Yoongi’s care, of the way his husband pampered him with such devotion.

As Yoongi led him to the bathroom, Jimin leaned against him, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist. "You really like taking care of me, don’t you?"

Yoongi smirked, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s forehead. "Of course. I love spoiling my Doll."

Inside the bathroom, Yoongi turned on the warm water, checking the temperature before turning to Jimin. "Okay, arms up," he instructed playfully.

Jimin rolled his eyes but did as told, letting Yoongi pull off his shirt. His skin was still marked with faint traces of past bruises, but the tenderness had disappeared, thanks to Yoongi’s constant care.

Yoongi guided Jimin under the warm spray of the shower, his fingers working through Jimin’s hair with gentle precision. He shampooed the soft locks carefully, his fingertips massaging Jimin’s scalp in slow, soothing circles.

Jimin sighed in contentment, his eyes fluttering shut. "Mmm… this feels nice."

Yoongi chuckled. "Good. Now tilt your head back, baby."

Jimin followed Yoongi’s instructions, the water washing away the foam as Yoongi continued his careful ministrations. Then, Yoongi reached for the soap, lathering it in his hands before running them gently over Jimin’s skin.

Jimin shivered slightly under the touch, but not from cold. There was something incredibly intimate about the way Yoongi cared for him.

"You’re so gentle, Hyung," Jimin murmured, opening his eyes to gaze at Yoongi. "It’s like you’re afraid I’ll break."

Yoongi smiled, his hands pausing briefly on Jimin’s shoulders. "Because you’re precious to me, Jimin-ah. I don’t want you to feel any pain. Ever."

Jimin felt his heart swell at the words.

As Yoongi rinsed off the last of the soap, he reached for a towel and wrapped it around Jimin’s shoulders, his fingers brushing over Jimin’s damp skin. "All done," he said, pressing a lingering kiss to Jimin’s temple.

Jimin giggled softly, leaning into Yoongi’s touch. "You know, I’m feeling much better now. I don’t think I need help anymore."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You don’t need me to take care of you anymore?" He tried to sound serious, but the playful glint in his eyes betrayed him.

Jimin grinned, looping his arms around Yoongi’s neck. "I didn’t say that. I just meant... I like when you take care of me. Maybe you should do it forever."

Yoongi chuckled, his arms wrapping securely around Jimin’s waist. "I plan to, Doll. For as long as you’ll let me."

Jimin’s heart melted at the words. He tightened his hold on Yoongi, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "Then forever it is."

Growing Closer

The rest of the week had been filled with moments like these—soft whispers in the quiet mornings, shared laughter over breakfast, and the warmth of each other’s presence throughout the day.

Jimin could feel it—how their bond had strengthened, how Yoongi’s love surrounded him like a protective shield.

One evening, as they lay in bed, Yoongi gently traced patterns on Jimin’s arm. "You know, I was really scared when you got hurt," he admitted softly. "I never want to see you in pain again."

Jimin reached up, cupping Yoongi’s cheek. "I know, Hyung. And you’ve taken such good care of me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved before."

Yoongi’s gaze softened, his fingers threading through Jimin’s hair. "You deserve all the love in the world, baby. And I’ll spend my whole life giving it to you."

Jimin smiled, warmth blooming in his chest.

He had never imagined that love could feel like this—so safe, so all-encompassing, so real.

As he nestled closer into Yoongi’s embrace, he realized that this was everything he had ever wanted.

And he had finally found it.

As the days passed, Jimin found himself adjusting to the warmth and care Yoongi showered upon him. It was different from anything he had ever experienced before—being loved so unconditionally, so completely. And even though his body had healed, his heart had become even more attached to Yoongi during this time.

One evening, as they sat on the balcony overlooking the garden, Jimin leaned against Yoongi’s shoulder, sighing in contentment.

"You’ve been so good to me, Hyung," Jimin murmured, playing with Yoongi’s fingers. "I don’t know how to thank you."

Yoongi chuckled, tilting his head to press a soft kiss to Jimin’s hair. "You don’t have to thank me, baby. Taking care of you makes me happy."

Jimin looked up at him, eyes filled with something deep and unspoken. "You really mean that, don’t you?"

Yoongi smiled, cupping Jimin’s cheek. "Of course. I love you, Jimin-ah. And when you love someone, you want to take care of them, make them happy, and keep them safe."

Jimin’s heart fluttered at the words, his breath hitching slightly. "You… You really love me that much?"

Yoongi leaned in, brushing their noses together. "More than you could ever imagine."

Jimin felt his eyes sting with emotion, his grip on Yoongi’s hand tightening. "Hyung…" His voice wavered slightly, and Yoongi noticed.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" Yoongi asked softly, his thumb stroking Jimin’s cheek.

Jimin shook his head, laughing quietly. "Nothing’s wrong. It’s just... I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved before." His voice was barely above a whisper, raw and honest.

Yoongi’s eyes softened, and he gently pulled Jimin into his arms. "Well, get used to it, baby. Because I’m never letting you feel anything less than loved."

Jimin melted into the embrace, his heart pounding.

A New Beginning

As another week passed, Jimin’s recovery was complete, and life slowly returned to normal. But something had changed—something had grown between them, a love that was no longer uncertain or hesitant.

One morning, as Jimin stood in front of the mirror adjusting his shirt, Yoongi came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist.

"You look handsome today," Yoongi murmured, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s shoulder.

Jimin blushed, his lips curving into a smile. "You say that every day."

"Because it’s true every day," Yoongi smirked, resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder. "But today, there’s something different about you."

Jimin turned his head slightly. "Different? How?"

Yoongi’s gaze softened. "You look… happy. Like truly happy."

Jimin blinked, surprised. He turned fully to face Yoongi, his hands resting on his husband’s chest. "Maybe because I am."

Yoongi’s smile widened, his hands cupping Jimin’s face. "That’s all I ever wanted."

Jimin tilted his head, gazing at Yoongi with warmth. "Then I guess… you’ve given me everything."

Yoongi leaned in, capturing Jimin’s lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of everything they had been through—the pain, the care, the love that had only deepened with time.

As they pulled away, Jimin laughed softly, pressing their foreheads together. "I think I like this whole being-loved thing."

Yoongi chuckled, tightening his hold around Jimin’s waist. "Good, because I plan to love you like this for the rest of our lives."

Jimin smiled, his heart swelling.

And for the first time in a long time, he truly believed in happiness.

It had been a while since Jimin fully recovered, and Yoongi decided it was time for a casual date outside. So, they found themselves at a luxury mall, walking hand in hand, enjoying each other’s company.

"Hyung, look at that!" Jimin pointed excitedly toward a clothing store, his eyes sparkling with interest.

Yoongi chuckled, letting Jimin drag him inside. "Alright, alright. Let’s check it out."

As Jimin browsed through the racks, Yoongi stood close behind, watching him with an amused smile. Jimin had a way of making even the simplest things look so adorable.

But then, something changed.

A stranger—a well-dressed, confident-looking man—approached Jimin with a charming smile.

"Excuse me," the man said, his eyes scanning Jimin with obvious interest. "You have a great sense of style. I couldn't help but notice how well that jacket suits you. Are you a model?"

Jimin blinked in surprise, taken aback by the sudden compliment. "Oh, um, no. I just like clothes," he replied politely.

Yoongi, standing a few feet away, narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening.

The man chuckled, his gaze lingering on Jimin a little too long. "Well, you should be. You have the kind of face that would look stunning on a runway."

Jimin smiled awkwardly, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "That’s very kind of you to say—"

Before he could finish, Yoongi stepped forward, positioning himself between Jimin and the stranger. His expression was dark, his body language tense.

"Who the hell are you?" Yoongi’s voice was low and dangerous, his eyes cold.

The man blinked, clearly surprised. "Oh, I was just complimenting—"

"Yeah? Well, don’t." Yoongi’s voice was sharp, his hand reaching out to pull Jimin closer, wrapping a possessive arm around his waist. "He doesn’t need random strangers commenting on his looks."

Jimin’s eyes widened as he felt Yoongi’s grip tighten around him. "Hyung…" he whispered, sensing the tension building.

The man raised his hands in defense. "Relax, dude. I didn’t mean anything by it."

Yoongi scoffed. "Then walk away before I make you."

Jimin immediately turned to face Yoongi, placing his hands on his husband’s chest. "Hyung, stop," he murmured softly, trying to calm him.

But Yoongi wasn’t backing down. His eyes burned with jealousy, his entire posture screaming protectiveness.

Jimin sighed, knowing he had to diffuse the situation before it escalated. He gently cupped Yoongi’s face, forcing him to look away from the stranger and focus on him instead.

"Yoongi," Jimin whispered, his voice soothing. "I’m yours, okay? Just yours. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone."

Yoongi’s jaw clenched, his breathing still heavy with frustration. "He was looking at you like—"

"I don’t care how he looked at me," Jimin interrupted, his thumbs stroking Yoongi’s cheeks. "I only care about you."

Yoongi’s grip on Jimin’s waist loosened slightly, his eyes searching Jimin’s face. The sincerity in Jimin’s gaze made his anger slowly fade.

"Let’s go, Hyung," Jimin said softly. "Ignore him. I only want to spend time with you."

After a moment of hesitation, Yoongi sighed, finally relenting. He shot the man one last glare before tightening his hold around Jimin’s waist again.

"Fine," Yoongi muttered, his lips pressing against Jimin’s temple. "But if anyone else looks at you like that, I’m breaking their nose."

Jimin giggled, tugging Yoongi toward the exit. "My possessive husband. So scary."

Yoongi huffed but couldn’t hide the small smirk forming on his lips. "Damn right I am."

As they walked away, Jimin leaned into Yoongi’s side, feeling warmth spread through him.

Yoongi’s jealousy could be intense, but at the end of the day, it only showed how deeply he loved him. And Jimin wouldn’t trade that for anything.

After the little incident at the mall, Yoongi’s possessiveness had mellowed down, and Jimin made sure to keep holding his hand as they walked. To lighten the mood, Jimin suggested stopping by a cozy restaurant he had heard about.

The place was warm and inviting, with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background. The scent of fresh bread and sizzling food filled the air, making Jimin’s stomach rumble.

"Good choice, baby," Yoongi murmured, rubbing Jimin’s back as they were led to a private booth.

Jimin smiled as they settled into their seats, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "See? I have good taste."

Yoongi smirked. "You do, considering you chose me."

Jimin rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight back his blush. "Whatever, Hyung."

Just then, their waitress approached, a bright smile plastered on her face. "Hello! Welcome to our restaurant. My name is Hana, and I'll be serving you today." Her gaze lingered on Yoongi for a moment too long before she continued, "What can I get you, sir?"

Yoongi, oblivious to her tone, glanced at the menu. "I think I’ll have the—"

"You must get asked this a lot, but has anyone told you how attractive you are?" Hana interrupted, twirling a strand of her hair.

Jimin froze, his grip on the menu tightening.

Yoongi blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Uh…"

"You have such a strong presence," Hana continued, leaning in slightly. "I bet you get a lot of attention from women."

Jimin’s eye twitched.

Yoongi cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "I—uh, I’m married." He gestured towards Jimin. "To him."

Hana barely glanced at Jimin before giving Yoongi a playful smile. "Oh, that’s a shame. But you know, some people don’t mind a little harmless fun."

That was it.

Jimin slammed his menu shut and turned to Yoongi, his eyes flashing with irritation. Without hesitation, he grabbed Yoongi’s face and pulled him into a deep, possessive kiss.

Yoongi made a small noise of surprise, but Jimin didn’t let up. He kissed Yoongi with all the love and passion he had, tilting his head to deepen it, making sure everyone—including that waitress—got the message.

When he finally pulled back, Yoongi looked stunned, his lips slightly parted.

The restaurant had gone silent. A few customers were staring, and Hana's face had turned pale.

Jimin turned to her with a sweet but deadly smile. "As you can see, my husband is very much taken. So, how about you just take our order instead of flirting with him?"

Hana stuttered. "I-I apologize. I’ll get your drinks right away!" She scurried off, clearly embarrassed.

Yoongi, still recovering from the kiss, stared at Jimin with a mix of shock and amusement. "Well, damn, baby."

Jimin huffed, crossing his arms. "What? You think I wouldn’t get jealous? She was all over you!"

Yoongi smirked, leaning in close. "I liked that side of you, My Love."

Jimin’s pout deepened. "She was so annoying."

Yoongi chuckled, pulling Jimin’s chair closer. "You didn’t have to kiss me like that in front of everyone, though."

Jimin’s cheeks turned red. "I had to make a point!"

Yoongi laughed, cupping Jimin’s cheek. "You’re adorable when you’re possessive."

Jimin sighed, leaning into Yoongi’s touch. "I just… don’t like it when people flirt with you."

Yoongi pressed a soft kiss to Jimin’s forehead. "Don’t worry, baby. You’re the only one I see. The only one I want."

Jimin finally smiled, his jealousy fading. "Good. Because I’m not letting you go."

"Wouldn’t dream of it," Yoongi whispered, stealing another kiss just as the drinks arrived.

And just like that, the world around them faded, leaving only the love they shared.

The sun shone brightly in the clear sky, casting a warm glow over the Min mansion. After finishing breakfast, Jimin and Yoongi found themselves lounging in the living room, enjoying the peaceful morning.

Jimin glanced at Yoongi, who was flipping through a book, and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Hey, Hubby, can we talk?" Jimin asked sweetly.

Yoongi froze mid-page, his eyes widening slightly as he turned to look at Jimin. "Wait… what did you just call me?"

Jimin giggled, tilting his head playfully. "Hubby."

A small smirk appeared on Yoongi's lips, but his ears turned red. "That… sounds really good coming from you, My Love."

Jimin beamed. "Glad you like it! Anyway, I was thinking… since I’m feeling all better now, how about we go on a date tomorrow?"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A date? That sounds perfect. Where do you want to go?"

Jimin's eyes sparkled with excitement. "That’s a surprise! But I promise you’ll love it."

Yoongi chuckled, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear. "Alright, I trust you, Baby."

Jimin spent the entire afternoon planning every little detail of their date, making sure it would be unforgettable. He wanted to show Yoongi just how much he appreciated everything he had done for him over the past week.

The Next Morning –

Jimin woke up with butterflies in his stomach, his excitement bubbling over as he checked all the preparations one last time.

When Yoongi joined him for breakfast, Jimin could barely contain his grin.

"You look extra happy today," Yoongi noted, sipping his coffee.

Jimin nodded. "Because today is our date! I’ve got everything planned."

Yoongi smirked. "I can see that. You’re practically glowing."

After breakfast, Jimin took Yoongi’s hand, leading him to the front door. "Alright, close your eyes."

Yoongi laughed but complied. "Okay, okay. My eyes are closed."

Jimin carefully guided him outside, making sure he didn’t trip. They walked a short distance, the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling filling the air.

Finally, they stopped.

"Okay, open your eyes!" Jimin said, his voice filled with excitement.

Yoongi slowly opened his eyes, and his breath hitched at the sight before him.

They were in a beautiful park, surrounded by towering trees and colorful flowers in full bloom. A soft picnic blanket was spread out on the grass, with a basket full of delicious-looking food. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a golden glow over everything.

"Baby… you did all this?" Yoongi’s voice was filled with awe as he took in the sight.

Jimin nodded, biting his lip nervously. "Yeah… I wanted to surprise you. I thought we could have a picnic and just spend the whole day together."

Yoongi turned to Jimin, his expression softening. "Jimin, this is amazing. You really planned everything, huh?"

Jimin blushed, nodding. "Of course. I wanted today to be special for you."

Yoongi smiled, pulling Jimin into a gentle hug. "Every day with you is special, but I love this. Thank you, My Love."

Jimin grinned, feeling his heart swell with happiness. "Come on, let's eat!"

They settled onto the blanket, enjoying the delicious food that Jimin had prepared. The air was filled with laughter and playful banter as they fed each other bites of fruit and sandwiches.

At one point, Jimin noticed a butterfly landing on Yoongi’s hand and giggled. "Look, Hyungie, even the butterflies love you."

Yoongi chuckled, watching the tiny creature flutter its wings before flying away. "Well, I only need one person to love me, and he’s sitting right in front of me."

Jimin’s heart fluttered at Yoongi’s words. "You’re so smooth, Min Yoongi."

Yoongi smirked. "Only for you, My Love."

As the afternoon passed, they lay on the blanket, gazing at the sky, pointing out different cloud shapes, and simply enjoying each other's company.

When the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Yoongi turned to Jimin, his gaze filled with warmth.

"Thank you, Baby. This has been an incredible day," Yoongi murmured, squeezing Jimin’s hand.

Jimin smiled softly, lacing their fingers together. "I just wanted to do something special for you, to show you how much you mean to me."

"You don’t have to do grand gestures to show that, you know." Yoongi’s voice was gentle as he cupped Jimin’s cheek. "Every single moment with you is special to me."

Jimin’s eyes glistened with emotion. "I’m just… grateful for you, Hubby. You took such good care of me when I needed it most, and I wanted to do something to express my appreciation."

Yoongi pressed a soft kiss to Jimin’s forehead. "You don’t have to thank me for that, Darling. Taking care of you is my privilege."

Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist, resting his head against his chest. "I love you, Hyungie."

Yoongi kissed the top of Jimin’s head. "I love you too, Baby. Always."

As the evening settled over the city, Jimin’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He had planned something special for Yoongi—a night away from the polished corridors of luxury and power, where they could simply enjoy the little things.

Hand in hand, they strolled through the softly lit streets until they reached a charming ice cream parlor tucked between old brick buildings. The neon sign above the door flickered gently in the twilight.

"Welcome to Sweet Delights," the sign read, and as they stepped inside, the cozy atmosphere and the sweet aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled the air.

Jimin led Yoongi to a small table by the window. "I thought you might like some ice cream," Jimin said with a playful grin.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Ice cream? I haven't had ice cream in ages. I suppose even a mafia boss can enjoy a little sweetness."

They perused the menu together. Jimin’s eyes danced over the different flavors. "I think I'll get mint chocolate chip," he declared. "What about you?"

Yoongi hesitated, glancing at the colorful options. "Maybe I'll try something different this time. How about pistachio? I’ve never actually tried it before."

A few minutes later, with their ice cream cones in hand, they stepped back into the cool evening. The sky was a deep shade of navy, and the city lights shimmered on the wet pavement. Jimin grinned as he led Yoongi down a bustling street lined with food vendors and neon lights.

"Welcome to the street food scene, Hyungie," Jimin announced, his voice brimming with excitement as they walked through the lively area. The aroma of sizzling food, spiced meats, and sweet desserts wafted around them.

Yoongi looked around in awe. "I can’t believe I’ve never really been here before," he said, his tone a mix of shock and curiosity. "I’m always in my fancy restaurants or private clubs. This… this is new."

Jimin laughed softly. "Sometimes the simplest things are the best, right? Look at that vendor over there selling grilled corn."

They approached a food cart where the vendor greeted them with a friendly smile. "Evening, folks! Want some freshly grilled corn, seasoned just right?" he asked cheerfully.

"Sure, that sounds perfect," Jimin replied, exchanging a few warm words with the vendor before ordering a serving of spicy, buttered corn on the cob.

Yoongi watched as Jimin expertly handled the street food, ordering, laughing with the vendor, and enjoying every bit of the authentic experience. Yoongi himself was still marveling at the lively atmosphere and the contrast to his usual high-end dining.

"I never knew street food could be so… vibrant," Yoongi commented, still a bit in disbelief as he took a bite of his corn. The flavors were bold and comforting—a far cry from the carefully curated meals he was used to.

Jimin nudged him playfully. "See? Sometimes you need to step out of your comfort zone to really live, Hyungie."

Yoongi’s eyes softened as he smiled, a hint of gratitude and newfound wonder shining in them. "You’re right, Chim. This is... amazing. I never thought I’d enjoy something as simple as this."

As they continued to sample various treats—spicy skewered meats, savory dumplings, and sweet churros—the sound of laughter and chatter filled the air. The vibrant street scene, with its neon signs and the hum of friendly banter, made Yoongi feel like a different person, even if just for the night.

Jimin leaned close, his voice low and tender as he said, "I wanted to show you that no matter who we are or where we come from, the simple joys in life can be the most special. I love experiencing these moments with you."

Yoongi reached out, gently brushing his fingers over Jimin’s hand. "I love you too, Jimin. Tonight, you’ve given me a glimpse into a world I’d forgotten existed. And I’m glad I got to experience it with you."

Their eyes met, and in that shared moment, all the grandeur and danger of their lives melted away, leaving only the pure, unadorned connection of two souls enjoying the night together.

As the street food vendors packed up and the neon lights began to dim, they slowly walked back to their home, hearts light and content. Their evening had been a delightful escape—a simple, honest celebration of love that no amount of wealth or power could ever replace.

The clock struck past ten as Yoongi and Jimin finally stepped into the grand Min mansion, their fingers still intertwined from their long evening together. The warmth of the house welcomed them, and the faint murmur of conversation could be heard from the living room.

As they entered, the Min family looked up, smiles spreading across their faces at the sight of the happy couple. Mrs. Min was the first to speak, her eyes twinkling with fondness.

"Oh, you’re back! How was your date?" she asked eagerly, setting down the book she had been reading.

Jimin grinned, his cheeks slightly flushed with excitement. "It was amazing! We had ice cream, and then I took Yoongi to try street food for the first time."

"Street food?" Mr. Min raised an eyebrow, glancing at his son. "That’s new. Did you actually eat it, Yoongi?"

Yoongi scoffed playfully, leaning back against the couch. "Of course, I did. Jimin made sure I tried everything. I have to admit, it was surprisingly good."

Taehyung, who was sitting beside Jungkook, let out an amused chuckle. "Wait, wait—Yoongi Hyung, the mafia boss, eating street food? I need to see proof."

Jimin smirked and pulled out his phone. "Don’t worry, I took pictures." He swiped through them quickly before showing one where Yoongi was holding a skewer of spicy grilled meat, looking both skeptical and impressed at the same time.

Jungkook laughed. "Wow, Hyung. You actually look like you’re enjoying it."

Yoongi rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "It was an experience, I’ll say that much."

Mrs. Min clapped her hands together happily. "It’s so nice seeing you two go out and make memories like this. A relationship isn’t just about grand gestures—it’s about these small, precious moments too."

Jimin’s heart swelled at her words. He glanced at Yoongi, who was already looking at him with a soft, loving gaze.

"It really was special," Jimin admitted, his voice warm. "I just wanted Hyungie to experience things outside of his usual world. And to be honest, seeing him so surprised and enjoying himself made me really happy."

Yoongi sighed dramatically, pulling Jimin closer. "You make me do things I never thought I’d do, but I don’t mind as long as it’s with you."

Taehyung fake-gagged. "Ah, so cheesy!"

"Shut up, Tae," Yoongi muttered, but the warmth in his voice betrayed his fondness.

Mr. Min chuckled at the playful banter before saying, "I’m glad to see you both happy. That’s all that matters."

Jimin felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. The Min family had accepted him so wholeheartedly, and seeing them genuinely care about his happiness with Yoongi made him feel even more at home.

After a little more chit-chat, Mrs. Min stood up, stretching slightly. "Alright, it’s getting late. You two should get some rest."

"Yes, Mom," Yoongi said, standing up as well and pulling Jimin with him.

Jimin smiled at everyone. "Goodnight, everyone."

"Goodnight, lovebirds!" Taehyung called after them with a teasing grin, earning a glare from Yoongi.

As they walked toward their room, Yoongi tightened his hold on Jimin’s hand. "Tonight was really nice," he murmured.

Jimin leaned into him slightly, his voice soft. "I’m glad you think so, Hyungie."

When they finally reached their room and closed the door behind them, Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Thank you for today," he whispered. "For showing me a different world. For just… being you."

Jimin smiled, melting into Yoongi’s embrace. "Anything for you, Hubby."

Yoongi chuckled. "I love it when you call me that."

Jimin giggled before tiptoeing to press a lingering kiss on Yoongi’s lips. "Then get used to it, because I’m not stopping anytime soon."

Yoongi smirked. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

With their hearts full and their bond stronger than ever, they climbed into bed, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence, ready to dream of the many more memories they would create together.