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Jimin has just gotten out of the shower. It's 2am and he needs to leave at 4 for an early morning shoot. He tries his best not to make any noise as his boyfriend is soundly asleep on their bed. It's actually just Yoongi's bed but Jimin decided to stay over at Yoongi's place until the movie he is filming is done.

He walks around the room with only a towel around his torso. Jimin walks to his side of the bed to get his phone since he has to send a message to his manager, Seokjin.

[to: Manager Hyung]

done showering, hyung!!

gonna go over my lines in a bit.

[from: Manager Hyung]

Alright. I'll be there by 3:30.

Do you want me to get you something?

[to: Manager Hyung]

a small burger and fries pls

and coffee!!!

get yourself something to eat too, hyung

Jimin doesn't wait for his manager's reply anymore and walks back to the closet when,

“Baby?” Yoongi calls him with his husky, just woken up voice. He uses a hand to lift his upper body, wanting to see Jimin. He smiles as he realizes, “You're naked.”

The omega snorts, shaking his head. He walks towards Yoongi instead, kissing him softly on the lips. “Go back to sleep, my love. I'm sorry for waking you up.”

The elder one frowns, “You didn't. And I'm going to see you off. Can we kiss more?”

“Lovey,” Jimin utters, warning Yoongi not to do anything. He just brushes his thumb on Yoongi's cheek. “I'm going to work. I can't come to dripping with slick.”

A groan escapes Yoongi's mouth, sighing loudly. “Can we at least cuddle? I missed you.”

“Oh, my big baby.” Jimin coos. He kisses Yoongi again before completely pulling away. “I'll just put on some clothes, okay? I'll join you in a few.”

The elder alpha hums, fixing their bed. He puts more pillow behind him, wanting to keep his upper body up. “Are you going to read your script?”

“Yup! I still have a few lines I need to memorize.” Jimin yells from the closet. He throws on a pair of sweats that will keep him comfortable throughout the makeup process. Jimin grabs the script on top of the vanity area. He climbs back on the bed, settling himself in between Yoongi's legs. “I have around an hour to do this.”

“Reading or cuddling?” Yoongi asks as he slowly wraps his arms around Jimin's waist. The younger male enjoys this a lot. He loves being in Yoongi's arms. It makes him feel safe.

Jimin laughs, positioning his head better so Yoongi can read what he is reading too. “Both, lovey. But I really wish I don't have to leave but work is work.”

Yoongi runs his nose on his boyfriend's bare neck, keeping himself busy there as Jimin reads the script once again. “I have a performance on the 21st. Are you free that day?”

The younger one stops for a while, thinking, “I have to check my schedule again but our filming will end on the 18th. I don't think I have anything scheduled on that day. But if ever I have, I'll have Seokjin hyung adjust my schedule.”

“He's gonna give me hell again.” Yoongi laughs under his breath. He moves his hand, placing it on Jimin's stomach. “He hates it when you ask him to change your schedule. And they're usually because of me.”

“Seokjin hyung doesn't really like you.” Jimin replies slyly. He flips on the next page, “Where is this performance of yours?”

Yoongi is quiet for a minute, “Japan. It's a music festival.”

Jimin pauses to think for a moment. He slightly turns his head to Yoongi, “A quick Japan trip would actually heal my soul. Especially if I'm with you.”

“You deserve a vacation. This movie must be really hard to film.” Yoongi says, “It's good though that you are working with Jungkook. He's so talented.”

The omega nods in agreement, “I really like working with him. Also, our chemistry is undeniably good on screen. I guess that's how we gained so many supporters.”

“What time are you going to finish filming later?” The alpha asks, changing the subject. 

Jimin flips through the script, his eyes scanning the lines he's already memorized. He sighs softly, thinking about the day ahead. “We should wrap up around 6 p.m. if everything goes smoothly. But you know how it is, lovey. Sometimes it takes longer.”

Yoongi nods, understanding the unpredictability of filming schedules. “I’ll be waiting for you when you get back. We can have dinner together.”

“That sounds perfect,” Jimin replies, feeling a sense of comfort in Yoongi’s words. He leans back against Yoongi’s chest, letting the warmth of his boyfriend's body seep into him. “I can’t wait for this shoot to be over. Then we can spend more time together.”

Yoongi hums in agreement, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple. “I’m looking forward to it too. And the Japan trip will be our little escape.”

Jimin smiles, the thought of a getaway with Yoongi lifting his spirits. “It’ll be nice to relax and enjoy some time together without any work distractions.”

They fall into a comfortable silence, Jimin focusing on his script while Yoongi’s presence keeps him grounded. The minutes tick by, and Jimin feels a mix of excitement and nervousness for the day ahead. 

Eventually, Yoongi speaks again, his voice soft. “You know, I’m really proud of you, baby. You’re so dedicated to your craft and I'm so glad you're getting all this love from people.”

Jimin blushes slightly, feeling a surge of affection for Yoongi. “Thank you, hyung. Your support means everything to me. More than anything. I wouldn't survive any of this if it wasn't for you.”

Yoongi tightens his hold around Jimin’s waist. “Always, love. Always.”

As the clock approaches 3:30, Jimin knows it’s time to get ready to leave. He reluctantly pulls away from Yoongi’s embrace, giving him a quick kiss. “I need to get going. Seokjin hyung will be here soon.”

Yoongi nods, watching as Jimin gathers his things. He stands from the bed too, standing next to Jimin with his hands inside his pockets. Jimin stops, turning to Yoongi. He smiles. It always makes him smile when Yoongi is wearing his sleeping clothes. He finds it endearing.

“You got everything?” He asks, 

The omega hums, checking his bag again. “Yup! I think I have everything with me.”

“Alright, I'll walk you to the door.” Yoongi says, wrapping an arm around Jimin's shoulder. “Be safe and take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will,” Jimin promises, feeling a pang of longing as he looks at Yoongi. “I’ll text you when I get a break.”

Yoongi smiles, reaching out to squeeze Jimin’s hand. “I’ll be waiting for your messages.”

Jimin pouts, a part of him not wanting to leave. He snakes his arms around Yoongi's waist again, kissing him ever so softly on the lips. He whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” Yoongi replies, his eyes soft with affection. “Go out there and show them how amazing you are.”

With a final smile, Jimin leaves Yoongi's house, ready to face the day ahead. He meets Seokjin outside the gate, who hands him the burger, fries, and coffee.

“You're all set?” Seokjin asks, noting the tired but determined look on Jimin’s face.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Jimin replies, taking a sip of the coffee. “Thanks for the food, hyung.”

Seokjin pats Jimin on the back as they head to the car. “Let’s make today a great shoot, okay?”

Jimin nods, feeling a renewed sense of energy. “Absolutely. Let’s do this.”

***

“And, cut!” The director yells from the side, “That's a wrap, everyone!”

Jimin finally breathes freely, wiping his tears with his blood covered hand. He just cannot get his feelings back to normal for a few seconds. He lifts his hand, telling his manager to just wait. 

His co-actor, Jungkook opens his eyes, “Hey, I'm okay.” He tries to chuckle, holding Jimin's hand. “You did good.” 

The elder of the two nods, trying to laugh. He clears his throat as he wipes his hands on Jungkook's blood covered shirt. The set starts to get loud, every staff member has something to do. “I think I got a little carried away but I'm good.”

Jungkook sits up from the ground, receiving two bottles of water from a staff, and giving one to Jimin. “I got goosebumps hearing your screams, hyung. For a second, I really thought I was dead.”

Jimin lets out an airy chuckle, sniffling. “You're an ass. Your character isn't even dead yet.” He stands on his feet, shaking off the dust on his pants. He turns to his manager, Seokjin, who's just on the side waiting for Jimin.

“Well, your character thinks my character is dead.” Jungkook shrugs. He looks like a complete mess, blood all over his body, and a few bruises on his face. It is just amazing what makeup can do, really.

“Jimin, you good?” Seokjin is already next to him with some of the things Jimin will probably need. He turns to Jungkook, “How about you?”

Jungkook nods, “I just want to get rid of these clothes.”

The director comes to them with the biggest smile on his face and an open arms, “The two of you did great today! Jimin, that was outstanding. And Jungkook, you've just gotten better at fighting.”

The younger actor bows lightly, “Thank you, pd-nim.”

Jimin does the same, “Thank you for the compliments, pd-nim.”

“You two should get some rest. Our next shoot will be in two days. Take the entire day tomorrow to reboot.” He pats the two on their shoulders before finally leaving them be.

“Hyung, where's my phone?” Jimin asks, worried about Yoongi. He promised dinner but they got delayed and finished up around 8. 

Seokjin quickly hands him his phone, “He called twice so I answered. He said he'd be picking you up after the shoot.”

As Jimin dials Yoongi's number, Jungkook taps him, “Hyung, I'll get going. Taehyung's waiting for me at home.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jimin leans to give him a quick hug, “Tell Taehyung I said hi, okay? Take care, Jungkook-ah!”

Jimin goes back to his phone, seeing a few messages from his boyfriend. They are mostly words of encouragement and a lot of ‘I love you's He smiles, a feeling or warmth filling his heart. He just wants to run into Yoongi's arms and rest.

“Do you wanna take a shower?” Seokjin asks, “I'll have your change of clothes ready.”

The actor stares at Seokjin first before looking down to his clothes. Although it's all fake makeup and blood, he feels sticky. He's sweating a lot from all the lights and the running, the crying. “I definitely need to shower, hyung. I just have to call Yoongi.”

“Alright, you head first to your trailer. I just have to ask again about the schedule for the remaining shooting days. They changed a few dates. I have to verify. I'll fix your things after this so we can go immediately when you're done.”

“Thank you, hyung! You're the best.” Jimin blows him a kiss before walking away. He enters his trailer, sighing at the sudden cold air.

Jimin decides to settle on the small couch in the trailer. He leans there for a while and finally calls Yoongi.

“Hey, babe.” He greets,

“Hi, sweetheart. Are you done? How are you?” Yoongi asks with the calmest voice. He always has that magic on Jimin. Maybe they're just in love but Jimin cannot feel an ounce of tiredness.

Jimin hums, “I need a shower before I get out of here. I feel sticky. There's fake blood all over me.”

“Take your time, love. I’m just around the corner,” Yoongi reassures. “Do you need anything?”

Jimin smiles, feeling a surge of warmth. “Just you, but I think I’ll survive the shower alone.” He chuckles softly. “Maybe.”

Yoongi laughs on the other end. “You better. I’ll be waiting with a surprise.”

“A surprise?” Jimin’s interest is piqued. “What kind of surprise?”

“You’ll see. Now, go shower before you get all sticky and gross,” Yoongi teases gently.

“Alright, alright. I’ll see you in a bit, babe.” Jimin hangs up and heads to the small bathroom in his trailer.

As the warm water cascades over him, Jimin feels the tension of the day melting away. He scrubs off the fake blood and grime, letting the water soothe his tired muscles. He closes his eyes and thinks of Yoongi, waiting for him just outside. The thought brings a smile to his face.

After his shower, Jimin towels off and changes into the fresh clothes Seokjin left for him. He feels refreshed and more like himself. 

“Jimin-ah, I got your schedule. They really did change a few things in your sched.” Seokjin sighs, scrolling something in his iPad. He turns it for Jimin to see, “There's still more scenes to do on the 20th.”

Jimin frowns, “The entire day?” He asks, shocked.

Seokjin shrugs, “Yeah. I guess there's still a few scenes to shoot and voice overs to do. Do you have somewhere to be?”

The younger one slumps his shoulders, feeling a bit of annoyance but he tries to tone it down. He clicks his tongue, “It's just that… Yoongi hyung was invited to perform in Japan. I wanted to be there and have a small vacation.”

“That's too bad, Jiminie. I'm sorry. There's just no way to change their minds.” Seokjin replies, empathetic to what Jimin is feeling. He pats the younger's shoulder, “Yoongi is outside. He insisted on waiting for you there.”

Jimin nods, hugging Seokjin for goodbye. “Thanks for today. You should get some rest. Have the driver take you home since I'm riding with Yoongi. Good night, hyung.”

Seokjin hums, “I'll just pack some of your stuff and I'll go home too. Enjoy your free day tomorrow, my dear.”

When he steps out of the trailer, he sees Yoongi standing by his car, holding a bouquet of flowers. Jimin’s heart swells at the sight.

“Hey there, pretty,” Yoongi greets, extending the flowers towards Jimin.

Jimin takes the bouquet, his eyes sparkling with delight. “For me?”

“For you,” Yoongi confirms, stepping closer to pull Jimin into a gentle hug. “You were amazing today.”

“Thank you,” Jimin murmurs, burying his face in Yoongi’s shoulder. “I really needed this.”

Yoongi pulls back slightly, cupping Jimin’s face in his hands. “You work so hard. You deserve to be pampered.”

Jimin leans into the touch, feeling loved and cherished. “Let’s go home, yeah?”

Yoongi nods, opening the car door for Jimin. “Home sounds perfect.”

As they drive, the flowers rest on Jimin’s lap, a reminder of the love and support he has waiting for him. The exhaustion of the day fades away, replaced by the comfort of Yoongi’s presence.

“Jungkook said hi, by the way,” Jimin mentions, glancing at Yoongi.

Yoongi chuckles. “Of course he did. We should have dinner with him and Taehyung.”

“I’d like that,” Jimin agrees, his heart feeling light. “But for now, I just want to be with you.”

Yoongi reaches over, taking Jimin’s hand in his. “Always, love. Always.”

Jimin heaves a loud sigh, feeling sore all around his body. He adjusts his seat, leaning it back a little. There's quite a lot of traffic but he's sure they'll get to Yoongi's place in no time.

“You're probably hungry.” The alpha says softly, glancing at Jimin's tired whole-being. “Can you wait for a few more minutes? I prepared food for dinner.”

With a nod and a soft hum, Jimin responds, “That just made me feel a whole lot better. I cannot wait to taste what you cooked for tonight. I bet it's delicious.”

Yoongi chuckles, “I never made anything that's not good, baby.”

Jimin laughs, a soft, airy sound that brightens the car. “You’re right. Everything you make is delicious. I’m so lucky.”

They continue to drive in comfortable silence, the city lights blurring past as they make their way home. Jimin’s eyelids grow heavy, and he fights to stay awake, not wanting to miss a single moment with Yoongi. But the soothing rhythm of the car and the presence of his boyfriend make it difficult to keep his eyes open.

Yoongi notices and squeezes Jimin’s hand gently. “It’s okay if you want to rest for a bit. We still have a little while to go.”

Jimin shakes his head, blinking rapidly. “No, I want to stay awake and talk to you. I missed you so much today.”

Yoongi’s heart melts at Jimin’s words. “I missed you too. How was the shoot? Any interesting scenes?”

Jimin’s face lights up as he recalls the day’s events. “Oh, it was intense. Jungkook and I had this dramatic scene where we had to yell at each other. And also Jungkook's death scene. I think we nailed it, but it was exhausting.”

Yoongi smiles, proud of Jimin’s dedication. “I’m sure you both did great. I can’t wait to see it on the big screen.”

The conversation flows effortlessly, with Jimin recounting funny moments on set and Yoongi sharing stories from his day. By the time they pull into the driveway, Jimin feels more awake, energized by the love and warmth between them.

When they step inside Yoongi’s apartment, Jimin is greeted by the comforting aroma of home-cooked food. His stomach growls in anticipation, and he follows Yoongi to the dining table, where a delicious spread awaits.

“Wow, this looks so good,” Jimin says, eyes wide with appreciation. He faces Yoongi, pouting and acting all cute. “Thank you, my love.”

Yoongi grins, pulling out a chair for Jimin. “Only the best for you, love. Sit down and let’s eat.”

Jimin cups Yoongi's face, kissing him on the lips. He pinches the alpha's nose before finally taking his seat. “I didn't realize I'm starving!”

They enjoy the meal together, Jimin savoring every bite of the dishes Yoongi prepared. The food is as delicious as he expected, each flavor bursting with Yoongi’s love and care.

As they finish eating, Jimin leans back in his chair, feeling content and full. “That was perfect. Thank you, lovey.”

Yoongi reaches across the table, taking Jimin’s hand in his. “It makes me happy to take care of you. What do you want for tomorrow?”

“Well, it's my free day and I have been only eating salads on set. I want something unhealthy. A big box of cheese overloaded pizza.” Jimin's mouth waters just thinking about it. He turns to Yoongi, “And chips. Like tons of them.”

The alpha finds Jimin amusing. He chuckles, nodding. “We'll also have ice cream if you can handle it.”

Jimin smiles, his heart swelling with affection. “You really are the best. You keep on reminding me why dating older men is worth it.”

Yoongi frowns, then his brow raises, “What does that supposed to mean, huh?”

A giggle is the only way to break Yoongi's “upset” character. He joins Jimin in laughing as the younger one says, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” He says softly,

They clean up together, the simple domesticity of the task bringing a sense of peace and normalcy. Once the kitchen is tidy, Yoongi pulls Jimin into their room, the soothing lavender scent hitting Jimin's nose. The room is set to the perfect temperature, and Jimin just wants to get under the covers and cuddle with Yoongi until they both fall asleep.

As they settle into bed, Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin, pulling him close. The younger man lets out a contented sigh, nuzzling into Yoongi’s chest. “This is perfect,” Jimin murmurs, his voice heavy with exhaustion and happiness.

Yoongi kisses the top of Jimin’s head, his hand gently rubbing Jimin’s back. “I’m glad you’re comfortable. You deserve to relax after such a long day.”

Jimin tilts his head up to look at Yoongi, his eyes soft with love. “I’m so lucky to have you. You always know how to make everything better.”

Yoongi smiles, his heart swelling with affection. “I feel the same way about you. You bring so much joy into my life.”

They lay in silence for a while, the only sounds being their steady breaths and the faint hum of the city outside. Jimin’s eyes start to droop, and Yoongi notices.

“Would you like me to sing you to sleep?” Yoongi asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin’s eyes flutter open, and he nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’d love that.”

Yoongi begins to hum a gentle melody, his voice low and soothing. Jimin’s eyes close, and he feels the tension leave his body as Yoongi’s voice washes over him. The alpha starts to sing softly, the familiar song lulling Jimin into a state of calm.

As Yoongi sings, he continues to rub Jimin’s back, the motion slow and comforting. Jimin feels himself drifting off, his mind filled with thoughts of Yoongi and the love they share. He can’t help but feel incredibly grateful for the man holding him, for the way Yoongi always knows how to make him feel cherished and safe.

The song comes to an end, and Yoongi’s voice trails off into a gentle hum. Jimin is on the brink of sleep, his breathing deep and even. Yoongi presses a soft kiss to Jimin’s forehead, whispering, “Goodnight, love. Sweet dreams.”

Jimin mumbles something incoherent, too far gone to form proper words. Yoongi chuckles softly, holding Jimin close as he drifts off to sleep himself. The room is filled with a sense of peace, the lavender scent mingling with the warmth of their bodies.

***

The next morning, Jimin can still feel Yoongi next to him. He shifts slightly then his boyfriend wraps one arm over his waist, pulling him closer. “Good morning, baby.” His whisper tickles Jimin's ear.

“Good morning, lovey.” Jimin presses his head on Yoongi's chest. He sighs at the warmth of their bodies pressed together. “Gosh, I really hope you don't have work today.”

The alpha chuckles against his ear, kissing him softly. “I own the restaurant, baby. I can skip work today.”

“What should we do today?” The omega asks. His eyes are still closed yet he doesn't feel like sleeping for more. They have been asleep for more than 8 hours and Jimin just wishes to move, be productive.

“We can have a quick breakfast. Maybe a sandwich then you choose what to do. We can watch movies all day, get a massage, play boardgames, go on a date, sleep, cuddle, anything. I'm down with whatever you'd want to do. It's your day.” He feels Yoongi drop his head on Jimin's shoulder, just enjoying the touch. 

Early on in their relationship, Jimin noticed Yoongi's reluctance on skinship. He already knew that Yoongi liked acts of service more than physical touch— which for Jimin, is both good and bad. They had a few conversations about hand-holding and cuddles. Some of the things Yoongi never thought he would end up enjoying. Now, almost four years into their relationship, Yoongi couldn't last a day without touching Jimin in every and any way possible.

Jimin hums, thinking. He doesn't really have a plan. He's never been those people who obsess with scheduling everything in their lives. Except for work though. “Staying home would be the best option for us, obviously. Hm, I think a movie marathon would be great, right?”

“Sure, then we'll order the cheese overload pizza that you wanted.” The elder one says,

The omega whines a little, “And the chips, lovey.”

“Of course, baby. We'll also have the chips.” Yoongi kisses him on the shoulder as he loosens his hold, “I should shower first.”

Jimin quickly turns to him with a meaningful smile, “Should I join you?”

The alpha blinks, fighting back the smile that's growing on his face. It has been so long since they have touched each other like that. “Baby, you know I wouldn't say no to that, right? You might regret—”

“I wouldn't!” Jimin gets up, kneeling on the bed. He breathes unevenly as the anticipation grows in him . “I fucking missed your cock in me.”

Yoongi freezes, visibly shocked by Jimin's brazen words. He looks around as if someone would hear them, “Baby, how could you be so shamelessly proud about that?”

The younger one rolls his eyes, “Don't make fun of me! You haven't fucked me in three weeks. Three weeks! That's enough reason to be shamelessly horny, my dear alpha.”

The alpha runs his hand over his mouth, his eyes changing. He takes his steps back slowly and says, “Alright. Let's do something about that. I'll get the shower running.”

Yoongi turns around, rushing to the bathroom. Jimin catches a glimpse of the elder taking his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Jimin can feel the thrill resting on his gut. He stands, walking his way to the bathroom and as he does so, Yoongi is already waiting for him inside, shirtless. 

Jimin bites his lip, closing the existing distance between them by pulling Yoongi by the nape. Their lips crash together in an impatient pace, Yoongi's hands automatically finding their way on the younger's petite waist. They kiss, the alpha pushing Jimin against the countertop and his right hand sneaking under the omega's shirt. “Fuck, I've missed you.”

“I've missed you too,” Jimin whispers back, pressing his knee forward, touching Yoongi's growing bulge. The omega uses his force to turn them around. Yoongi now pressed against the countertop.

“I have to blow you first.” The omega says between their kisses, his need of Yoongi's cocķ weighing more as time passes. He gets a silent nod from his boyfriend, giving him a signal to fall on the floor. His knees touch the cold bathroom tiles, his eyes focused on Yoongi's dark eyes, while his hands pull the elder's pants and underwear down. Jimin giggles involuntarily, Yoongi's cock settles between his thighs, right in front of Jimin's face. 

Yoongi hisses when Jimin rubs him with his palm. The friction comes with discomfort but as Jimin spits on his hand, finally grabbing Yoongi's manhood with his hand, Yoongi just couldn't hold back a moan. “Fuck, baby.”

Jimin plays with him, licking the head of his cock first, then moving to the sacks. He sucks one of the balls, slowly licking the base until the tip. Jimin swirls his tongue on the tip that also swirls a part of Yoongi's brain. A hum comes out of Jimin's mouth before he finally engulfs the alpha's 8-inch, half-hard, thick cock with his hot mouth. 

The alpha swallows hard, trying not to be so loud. Jimin doesn't play when it comes to sucking Yoongi's cock. It always ends up with Yoongi needing to pull away. His head hangs back, his hand anchored on the counter as Jimin picks up the pace of his head. He swallows his sounds as he swallows Yoongi's cock. The tip hits his throat hard repeatedly, his nose flaring. He pulls away, “Could do this all day.”

Yoongi chuckles between his moans, his hand brushing along Jimin's hair. “I wouldn't last long.”

The omega pauses before finally standing up. He wraps his arms around Yoongi, “I'd prefer if you'd say that while being deep inside my ass.”

“Yeah, me too.” Yoongi whispers as he kisses Jimin again, squeezing Jimin's ass. The kiss deepens quickly, Jimin taking his shirt off in the process. The elder hooks his fingers on Jimin's pajamas, pulling everything down until it exposes enough from Jimin. Yoongi massages the meat of the omega's ass, his finger touching the slick-producing hole of his best friend. “So wet, baby.”

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, leaning himself on Yoongi's body, their hard cocks brushing against each other. He whispers, “Open me up, please. I need it.”

“Wrap your arms around me, baby. Put your weight on me.” The alpha mutters. Jimin kicks his pants off, totally naked against Yoongi. He then does what Yoongi said. The elder noses Jimin's neck, his finger massaging the rim of his hole. Yoongi inserts his knee in between Jimin's thigh, opening them wider. “You smell so good, baby.”

“Lovey, lovey,” The omega breathes heavily, “Your finger please.”

Yoongi flares out his nose as he pushes a finger in with absolute ease. Their position doesn't give Yoongi enough room to go deeper so with his leg, he lifts Jimin's left thigh, making him rest his feet on the counter. “Didn't need to put too much effort, baby.”

The omega moans, another finger easing its way in. The tips of the elder's fingers brush against his prostate causing him to spill out moans and incoherent words. “More, p-please. Hngh.”

“Such a needy boy.” Yoongi whispers against his shoulder. He kisses him there, trying not to leave a mark. Jimin's weight is heavy on him, his other hand trying to keep the omega steady as he picks up the pace, fingering Jimin open. He inserts the third finger, “Is this enough for you, hm?”

“No,” Jimin whispers, tightening his hold on Yoongi. He moves his hips, rubbing himself against Yoongi's stomach. “Want more, hyung. Please. More. Want your cock.”

The alpha flares his nose, before taking his fingers out of Jimin's hole. His fingers are coated with Jimin slick. He manhandles the younger, turning them around to bend Jimin over the counter. Yoongi leans closer, looking at Jimin through the mirror. Jimin looks like a mess, his bloodshot eyes staring back at Yoongi and his swollen lips hanging open, breathing heavily. 

A moan escapes Jimin's lips, a loud one, as Yoongi's hands land on the cheek of his butt, making a loud sound. The pain feels so good. “Hold tight, baby.” The alpha whispers before he aligns himself to Jimin's hole, breaching it with subtle force.

“Oh my,” Jimin gasps, his head falling forward. “Give it all. Baby, give it all.”

Yoongi sees how Jimin's mouth hangs open as he bottoms out. He can feel Jimin's tightness hugging his cock like a glove, his slick covering it so well that he almost slips out.

“So full. I feel so full–” A long moan escapes his plump lips when Yoongi thrusts his length once, reaching it deep inside Jimin. “Shit!”

“I love you so damn much. You're so beautiful.” The alpha whispers against his neck, his hips snapping faster and faster. Their noises blend together and their scents mix, creating both sweet and musky scent. “Fuck, Jimin.”

Jimin's head falls back on Yoongi's shoulder, arching his back. He moans loudly, his own cock bouncing on the counter. Yoongi's hand then grabs the omega's neck, pressing pressure. “Holy fuck,” The omega screams.

The pleasure takes over him. His legs shake, weakening as his peak comes. “I'm coming. Fuck. Love.”

“Yeah, baby. Come for me.” Yoongi says in his ear, his voice strained and deep. His thrusts never stopped. It's the same force and speed that continues to hit Jimin's prostate, causing him to lose his mind.

“Ugh, love!” And Jimin's cum splatters all over the mirror, white streaks painting it. He watches as Yoongi continues to fuck him to oblivion, catching his own release. “Inside please.”

The alpha growls, holding Jimin closer as he loses his rhythm. “I'm gonna fuck you pregnant. Gonna put my pups in you.”

“Yes! Fuck. Give it to me.” Jimin moans, ignoring the oversensitivity. He wants Yoongi's cum and he's going to get it.

After a few more thrusts, Yoongi spills his seeds inside Jimin. They almost fall but despite the overwhelming feeling of orgasm, Yoongi is able to balance himself by holding on the counter top, caging Jimin. He breathes heavily, looking at Jimin's reflection. “You're so beautiful. You did so well.” He places a soft kiss on the omega's shoulder.

Jimin sighs, trying to recover from his high. He winces, the mixture of slick and cum running down his thighs. “Feel so sticky.”

Yoongi chuckles, massaging Jimin's pelvis. “Let's take a shower, hm?”

They spend thirty minutes in the shower, cleaning each other. Yoongi takes his time scrubbing Jimin's back. They talk about anything under the sun. Laughing again about Yoongi's unfortunate fall from his seat last month. 

“Here you go, love.” Jimin hands him his clothes. Just a pair of sweater and sweatpants. He giggles, “We're matching.”

Yoongi can't help but smile, pulling Jimin for a kiss. “Thanks, baby. I love this.”

The omega hums, nodding as he pats Yoongi's chest before pulling away. While Yoongi is putting on his comfortable clothes, Jimin goes to fix their bed and clean up a little. He doesn't really like a messy room—especially Yoongi. It makes him grumpy sleeping in a messy room.

“What do you want to watch, baby?” Yoongi asks, fixing the pillow on his side of the bed. He turns on the air mist before taking his phone from the side table. He has no intention of using it unless work calls him.

Jimin pouts, “I know you hate romcoms but I really want to watch a romcom.”

The alpha laughs, extending his hand for Jimin to take. As soon as Jimin is close to him, he wraps him in a hug. “I started liking romcom movies because you love them.”

A giggle comes out of Jimin's mouth, “That's how much you love me? That's cute.”

“Let's go outside and prepare our living room for a long movie marathon.” They walk toward the living room hand in hand. Yoongi turns to him, “I'll get us something to eat then I'll order our pizza.”

As Yoongi returns with a tray with crackers and cheesy tuna dip—Jimin is already browsing through their streaming service for the perfect romcom. “I’m thinking of something light and fun,” Jimin says, glancing at Yoongi with a smile.

Yoongi sets the tray on the coffee table and settles beside Jimin, pulling him close. “Whatever you choose, I’m in. But first, let’s order that pizza.”

Jimin nods eagerly, grabbing his phone. “Extra cheese, right?”

Yoongi laughs, nodding. “Of course. And don’t forget the chips you wanted.”

Once the pizza is ordered, they cuddle up on the couch, Jimin resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder as the movie starts. They laugh at the funny moments and exchange knowing glances during the romantic scenes, Yoongi occasionally sneaking in kisses on Jimin’s forehead.

The omega sighs, “What if you had pursued acting?”

The alpha cannot contain his laugh at the sudden thought. “Baby, I tried. It went so bad that I had to release a whole album to cover that up.”

Jimin laughs against his chest. It was two years into their relationship when Jimin found out about Yoongi's short-lived acting career. It resurfaced the internet because of Yoongi's fans. And Jimin couldn't agree more. It was bad and it was supposed to be short-lived. “Maybe you weren't just for that role.”

“You're making fun of me again.” Yoongi hugs him tighter, shaking him lightly.

“I have a question though.” Jimin shifts a little, Yoongi rubbing his back. He waits for Yoongi's soft hum before saying, “If I were given a project like this. Would you be okay with it?”

He feels Yoongi's hand stop by his waist. Eyes focused on the screen. The scene has to be one of the most intense bed scenes in romantic-comedies movies. “I honestly don't know.” He mumbles, “I wouldn't be all too comfortable but it doesn't mean you shouldn't grab the opportunity.”

“I mean, if it's Jungkook…”

The alpha shrugs, “Jungkook and I are friends and we're also friends with Taehyung. It shouldn't be a problem.”

Jimin sighs in relief, knowing to himself that Yoongi is the most stable man alive in this world. He knows he owns Jimin and Jimin will forever be his. “This is why my fans say I'm lucky.”

“Are they the same fans telling you to break up with me and marry Jungkook?” Yoongi asks, evident jealousy tainting his voice. He doesn't look serious though.

The omega pouts, patting his chest. “Don't listen to them, baby. I'm never breaking up with you. And never will I marry someone else.” 

Yoongi smiles softly as he brushes his fingers through Jimin's soft brown hair. “I know that. I was just kidding.”

And Jimin means what he said. He will forever love Yoongi. Only Yoongi. He may be years younger than the alpha but he only sees himself growing old with him.

“Oh, love.” Jimin remembers. He lifts himself up, turning to Yoongi. Sadness paints his face,

Yoongi’s smile fades as he sees the sadness in Jimin’s eyes. He sits up a bit straighter, his heart sinking at the sight of his boyfriend’s distressed expression. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asks softly, reaching out to cup Jimin’s cheek.

Jimin takes a deep breath, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of Yoongi’s sweater. “I talked to Seokjin hyung yesterday,” he begins, voice tinged with regret. “He said they had to change my schedule. I have a shoot on the 20th, and I won’t be able to fly to Japan for your show.”

Yoongi’s hand stills on Jimin’s cheek, his heart sinking further. “Oh,” he says quietly, trying to mask his disappointment. “That’s… that’s okay, Jiminie. I know work comes first.”

But Jimin can hear the subtle shift in Yoongi’s tone, the way his usual warmth is tinged with an underlying sadness. Jimin feels a lump form in his throat. “No, it’s not okay,” he insists, his voice trembling slightly. “I promised I’d be there. I really wanted to be there with you, cheering you on.”

Yoongi shakes his head, forcing a small smile. “You don’t have to feel bad, baby. I know how much you wanted to come. But your career is important, and I’ll always support you in that.”

Jimin’s eyes well up with tears, and he blinks rapidly to keep them from falling. “But I want to support you too, love. I hate that I have to miss something so important to you.”

Yoongi pulls Jimin closer, wrapping him in a warm embrace. “You’re always supporting me, even when you’re not physically there,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple. “Just knowing you’re rooting for me is enough.”

Jimin buries his face in Yoongi’s chest, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of his boyfriend. “I’m sorry, lovey,” he whispers, his voice muffled against the fabric of Yoongi’s sweater. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Yoongi tightens his hold on Jimin, his heart aching at the thought of his boyfriend feeling guilty. “There’s nothing to make up for, baby. We’ll have plenty of other opportunities to be together. And besides, you’ll be doing what you love, and that makes me happy.”

Jimin lifts his head slightly, looking up at Yoongi with tear-filled eyes. “I love you so much,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.

Yoongi leans down, capturing Jimin’s lips in a gentle kiss. “I love you more,” he whispers against Jimin’s lips, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears.

They stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other’s arms, the world around them fading away. The movie plays on in the background, but neither of them pays attention to it. They just sit there in their comfortable silence, warmth against each other. This is definitely what Jimin only dreams of.

***

“Do you have everything packed already?” Jimin asks, sitting at the edge of their bed. He sees Yoongi's suitcase on the floor still open yet already filled with clothes and other essentials. 

The alpha comes back from the bathroom, holding a small pouch of toiletries. He hums, “I think I got it all. Can you please pass me that jacket? I'll put it here instead. I'll just wear a cardigan to the airport.” He sits on the floor again to re-arrange his things.

Jimin quickly passes him the jacket. Yoongi has 3 more hours to spare before he has to leave for the airport. “I'm gonna miss you.”

Yoongi chuckles, “Me too, baby. But don't worry. I'll call you when I get there and before I sleep. Even when I wake up. That's if you don’t have an early morning schedule.”

The younger one stomps his way to Yoongi. He sits behind the elder, their backs facing each other. He leans back on Yoongi, his head falling on his boyfriend's shoulder. “I sometimes hate my job. This is one of those days I wish I'm not an actor.”

“Baby, this has always been your dream.” Yoongi reaches to pat Jimin's shoulder. He sighs, “I saw you grow in this field, my love. I'm just happy you've reached this far. And me, you don't have to worry about me because I've done what it takes to reach my dreams. I'm in a much stable place. Me performing is just a bonus of that dream.”

Jimin sighs deeply, leaning further into Yoongi’s shoulder. “I know you’re right. It’s just... hard sometimes, you know? Especially when all I want is to be with you.”

Yoongi shifts slightly, turning his head to kiss the top of Jimin’s. “I get it, baby. But we’ll make time for each other, like always. It’s just a few days.”

Jimin nods, though the ache in his chest doesn’t quite go away. “Still feels too long.”

Yoongi chuckles softly, finishing up with his suitcase. He zips it closed and turns around, wrapping his arms around Jimin from behind. “How about we make the most of the time we have left tonight? We still have a couple of hours before I need to head to the airport.”

Jimin’s eyes light up at the suggestion. “What do you have in mind?”

Yoongi grins, his gaze warm and affectionate. “How about a quick date? There’s that little café nearby that you love. We can grab something light to eat and maybe take a walk by the river.”

Jimin’s mood lifts at the thought. “That sounds perfect. Just you, me, and a bit of fresh air.”

They get ready quickly, Jimin changing into something comfortable yet stylish. Yoongi throws on his cardigan and grabs his phone and wallet, making sure they have everything they need. They leave the apartment hand in hand, the cool night air greeting them as they step outside.

The café is just a short walk away, and they enjoy the quiet streets as they make their way there. Once inside, they settle into a cozy corner booth, ordering some pastries and coffee. The atmosphere is warm, the low hum of conversation and soft music creating the perfect backdrop for their last few hours together before Yoongi’s flight.

As they eat, they talk about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other’s company. Jimin’s laughter fills the space between them, and Yoongi can’t help but smile every time he hears it. 

After they finish their meal, they walk along the river, the city lights reflecting off the water. Yoongi’s arm is around Jimin’s shoulders, holding him close as they take in the peaceful scene.

“Thank you for tonight,” Jimin says softly, resting his head against Yoongi’s chest. “I needed this.”

“Anything for you, love,” Yoongi replies, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple. “We still have some time before I need to be at the airport. Want to keep walking?”

Jimin nods, feeling content despite the looming goodbye. They continue their stroll, the world around them fading into the background as they focus on each other.

“Baby, it's okay if you'd want to stay a few more days in Japan, okay? You told me how much you wanted to explore Kyoto. You should do that.” The omega says,

Yoongi frowns, “If I'd ever do that, I want to do it with you. Once you get a break from work, I'll book us a ticket. We'll explore every city of Japan.”

“I'll look forward to that, lovey.”

Eventually, the time comes for them to head back and get Yoongi’s things. The ride to the airport is quiet, both of them holding onto the last moments together. Jimin offered to drive not to tire Yoongi before his flight. They play some of Yoongi's songs— Jimin's favorites to be exact. 

When they arrive, Jimin parks his car near the entrance. He sighs heavily, twisting to face Yoongi. He pouts, extending his hand. “Have a safe flight, lovey.”

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Yoongi says, kissing Jimin softly.

Jimin nods, his arms wrapped around Yoongi as if he could hold onto him forever. “Call me as soon as you land.”

“I will,” Yoongi promises, cupping the omega's cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jimin whispers, holding on just a little longer before finally letting go.

They share one last kiss before Yoongi gets out of the car. Jimin watches him heading through security, waving at Jimin until he’s out of sight. Jimin stays until he can’t see Yoongi anymore, his heart heavy.

***

“Jimin-ah,” Someone calls Jimin's attention. He's ready to get off work, wanting to relax once again. Today's scenes were emotionally and physically draining but as he hears that familiar voice, he turns around with too much excitement.

“Hyung?!” Jimin yells, giggling, running his way to the man. “Oh my god! Hyung, you're here!”

The elder one chuckles, giving Jimin a tight hug. He can feel Jimin's happiness through the younger's arms wrapped around him. “I've missed you, little one.”

The younger one lets go, eyes still sparkling. He looks around, out of words. “Hyung, I– gosh. You're really…”

“Jimin-ah, this is just me.” He shrugs, “I mean, sure America was life-changing but uh, yeah.”

Jimin laughs, “Right! Hollywood has snatched you from me. I remember. Wait a minute. I'll call Seokjin hyung. He's in my trailer.”

Taemin just nods, moving to the side as Jimin walks away. Jimin comes back after a few minutes with Seokjin walking next to him. They're laughing, talking, then Jimin points at Taemin. Seokjin looks in his direction, smiling.

“Taemin!” Seokjin greets him with a hug too. A quick one.

“Seokjin hyung, you're even prettier than the last time I saw you.” The alpha says

Jimin’s eyes sparkle as he watches Seokjin hug Taemin. The reunion brings back a flood of memories, and he can't help but feel a little nostalgic.

Seokjin does a hair flip, spreading his arms as his ego boosts at the compliment. “Some things never change, apparently.”

“You two are really trying to outshine me with your visuals, huh?” Taemin teases, pretending to pout as he crosses his arms, looking at his friends. “Do these two beautiful omegas want to join me for dinner?”

Seokjin chuckles, patting Taemin on the shoulder. “You’re just as dazzling as ever, Taemin-ah. But I have to apologize—I can’t join you for dinner. I’ve got some commitments tonight.”

Taemin's face falls slightly, but he quickly masks it with a smile. “That’s okay, hyung. We’ll catch up another time.”

“Definitely,” Seokjin agrees. He turns, giving Jimin a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before turning back to Taemin. “Take care of him, alright? And don’t let him eat too much junk.”

Taemin laughs. “I’ve got it covered, hyung.”

Seokjin gives them one last wave before heading off, leaving Jimin and Taemin alone. Jimin turns to Taemin, excitement bubbling up again. “So, where are we going for dinner?”

“How about that little Italian place we used to go to? Remember the one with the cozy booths and the garlic bread we couldn’t get enough of?” Taemin suggests, his eyes glinting with a mix of nostalgia and mischief.

Jimin’s smile widens. “I haven’t been there in ages! I heard they expanded their place but I never really got to visit again after you left.”

“Then let's do that for old time's sake.” The elder alpha says with a wink, taking a step back before turning around. “Let's take my car.”

The omega gasps, catching up with Taemin. “Are you sure it's safe?”

Taemin whips his head towards Jimin, his dark blonde hair bouncing in the process. He raises a brow, “I don't crash cars anymore, Min-ah. Don't worry.”

They walk to Taemin’s car, chatting animatedly about old times. As they drive through the city, the conversation naturally drifts back to their early days, back when they were fresh-faced actors taking their first steps into the industry.

“Do you remember our first movie together?” Jimin asks, a fond smile on his lips. “We were so nervous, and the director kept making us redo that one scene.”

Taemin grins. “How could I forget? You were so serious about getting it right, and I kept messing up because I couldn’t stop laughing at your expressions.”

Jimin playfully smacks Taemin’s arm. “You were supposed to be my supportive co-star, not the one making me crack up!”

They both laugh, the memories warm and comforting. Taemin parks the car, and they head into the restaurant, greeted by the familiar scent of garlic and herbs. They are quickly seated in one of the cozy booths, and as soon as they settle in, a plate of garlic bread is placed in front of them.

“This place is definitely bigger than what I remember. But it's nice that they didn't change a lot with the interior.” Jimin remarks, tearing off a piece of bread and savoring the taste. “It feels like we’re back in time.”

Taemin nods, his expression softening. “Yeah, it does. We’ve both come so far since then, haven’t we?”

Jimin’s gaze meets Taemin’s, and for a moment, they both reflect on their journey—from young actors with big dreams to seasoned professionals in the industry. “We really have,” Jimin agrees. “But some things never change.”

“Like what?” Taemin asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Like how I still can’t resist this garlic bread,” Jimin quips, grinning as he takes another bite. “And of course, Jin hyung's beauty.”

Taemin laughs, the sound warm and genuine. “I’m glad some things stay the same.”

Jimin sighs, smiling at Taemin. They grew together in this industry. They developed a bond that only the two of them understand. “I've really missed you, hyung. I'm really glad to see you again.”

“Six years… That's a really long time. We were so young back then when we started and also young when I left.” The alpha says, staring at their plates. Memories just keep on replaying in his mind. “We used to sneak around a lot. I remember when they scolded us because our movie was just about to be released and we made a huge mess by posting drunk pictures of us.”

The younger one lowers his head, trying to keep his laughter down. “They were so mad.”

“Yeah, we really did a lot of things together.” Taemin falls silent for a moment, “I've been really following your achievements. I haven’t exactly kept in touch with you but I always made sure I'm at least updated with your life. How's your boyfriend?”

Jimin blushes. Entirely because of the sudden interest in his boyfriend. “Yoongi? He's good. He's actually in Japan for a quick music event.”

“How's it going between the two of you?” 

“So good. Literally perfect.” Jimin feels a comforting warmth in his chest. “Our relationship is calm, quiet, and stable. And it's not boring. He's the best.”

The alpha chuckles softly, “You're definitely in love.”

“You bet. I'm head over heels in love. You'll never catch me falling for someone else.” Jimin says, shrugging before drinking his iced tea. “How about you? What's the update with you?”

The silence intrigues Jimin. He stares at Taemin, waiting for him to answer. “I'm actually getting married, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin's mouth falls open. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Taemin shakes his head, blushing. “I'm not. I'm finally going to settle down. I just like the peace and quiet. I think it's the perfect time to finally have a family.”

“I'm so happy for you, hyung. This has always been one of your dreams. Oh my gosh.” The omega almost cries as he remembers every moment Taemin has told him about his dreams in the future. There were a lot but one thing remained unchanged— a family.

Jimin has thought of that too.

He thought of that too.

***

Jimin makes sure to stay out of sight where people cannot recognize him. His black mask is on, his cap pulled down to cover most of his eyes. He hasn't done anything like this for the past few years.

It's different now. He doesn't want the attention.

“Jimin, they'll escort us backstage,” Seokjin says, lowering his voice before grabbing Jimin.

Jimin feels his heart pounding as the crowd grows wilder. The band performing is about to end their set, and Yoongi is coming up next. “He doesn’t know, right?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “Hoseok says he really doesn’t have any idea. He even had to keep this from Namjoon too.”

Jimin covers his mouth to stifle a laugh. The security team hovers around them, vigilant. They make their way outside the venue, entering the back where it’s only open for staff and artists. It doesn’t take long for them to spot Hoseok, waiting outside a room.

“Jiminie and Seokjin hyung!” Hoseok waves at them animatedly, his usual bright smile on display. “I’m so glad you made it just in time.”

“Is he on stage?” Jimin asks, rushing over. He makes sure to hug Hoseok in the process.

Hoseok pulls him by the arm, guiding them through a door. “He’s already on deck. When we get there, I’ll give you an earpiece so you can hear him better. I swear he doesn’t know anything about this.”

“He’s been calling me three times a day to rant about keeping this a secret,” Seokjin adds, walking behind them.

Jimin turns to him, laughing. “That’s why you’re constantly on your phone?”

Seokjin rolls his eyes and nods. “You thought I found myself a boyfriend, didn’t you?”

Hoseok takes a step back, wrapping one arm around Seokjin’s shoulder. He teasingly squeezes his cheek. “Am I not good enough to be just that?”

“Shut up,” Seokjin pushes him away, laughing. “You have to bring my boy to Yoongi before he loses his shit. He wouldn’t shut up on the plane. Should’ve really gotten a different seat.”

Jimin frowns, “Why are you suddenly turning on me? But yes, please take me to Yoongi. I have to see him perform.”

“That way.” They’re already at the end of the hallway. Jimin can hear the screams and cheers from the venue. “He’s coming up.”

Jimin rushes, following Hoseok’s lead.

They arrive at the stage just in time for Yoongi to start his set. Jimin watches from the side, his heart swelling as he sees Yoongi in his element, the audience completely captivated by him. Hoseok hands Jimin an earpiece, and he carefully fits it in, tuning into the familiar sound of Yoongi's voice as he starts performing “So Far away.”

The omega breathes, knowing how much of Yoongi he has poured in this song and in this album. He wasn't there when it happened. He wasn't there when the song was written. But listening to it, especially with Yoongi singing it live, takes him there instantly. It's almost like he is in a VR room that makes him see every pain and every emotion.

The song ends smoothly and the next one follows. Jimin quickly wipes a tear escaping his eye. He removes his hat, wanting to see Yoongi better. “SDL”’s intro plays and Jimin already feels his heart beat erratically.

Jimin’s eyes are glued to Yoongi, feeling every note and lyric resonate deeply within him. It’s a beautiful song, and Yoongi’s delivery is flawless. Every time the alpha sings the line “I’m thinking ‘bout you.” He doesn't know where to look because the only one he wants to sing this song for is Jimin.

But then, something unexpected happens. In the middle of the song, the camera zooms in on Jimin, capturing him singing along and waving at Yoongi.

“I'm thinking ‘bout you.” Jimin sings, giggling. He knows Yoongi is overwhelmed.

Yoongi’s eyes widen in shock, his voice catching for a split second before he regains his composure. The audience erupts in cheers, realizing what’s happening. Yoongi grins, shaking his head in disbelief, and he points towards Jimin, causing the crowd to go even wilder.

He pauses the song for a moment, laughing into the mic. “You guys… Jimin flew all the way here just to surprise me. I’m so… I don’t even know what to say. I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” The crowd roars in approval, and Yoongi’s eyes soften as he looks at Jimin. “Baby, you’re unbelievable.”

Jimin just grins, waving at the crowd before pointing back at Yoongi, mouthing the words, “I love you.”

“Somebody does love~” The alpha smiles, “But I'm thinking ‘bout you oh, oh, oh. I love you, baby.”

Yoongi finishes the song with renewed inspiration, clearly fueled by Jimin’s presence. When the performance ends, the crew quickly ushers Jimin backstage, where he waits anxiously for Yoongi.

The moment Yoongi steps off the stage, he practically runs to Jimin, pulling him into a tight embrace. “You’re crazy, you know that?” Yoongi murmurs, kissing the top of Jimin’s head. “But I’m so glad you’re here.”

Jimin laughs, feeling Yoongi’s arms around him. “I couldn’t miss this, not for anything.”

“You're unbelievable, my love.” The elder one whispers, not meaning to let go of Jimin just for the next few seconds. 

***

“Why didn't I know about this?” Yoongi asks the moment they are alone in his hotel room. “If I did, I should've gotten a better room. My God, love.” 

Jimin giggles, finding Yoongi adorable. He takes off his watch and other jewelry. He hasn't slept a blink since last night. He didn't get to sleep on the plane either because he's too nervous and excited to see Yoongi. Now that he's with Yoongi he just wants to rest next to him. “It's a surprise, love. It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you.”

The alpha pouts. He easily spreads his thighs apart for Jimin to sit on one, his body collapsing on top of Yoongi. Humming, Yoongi sniffs the omega's hair. “You smell so good and I really miss you.”

“I missed you just the same, love.” Jimin sighs. “I'm so proud of you. You did so great on stage and you were so cool. Oh no, I have the coolest and hottest boyfriend on this planet!”

Yoongi playfully pinches Jimin's waist to tickle him. “Stop feeding my ego, baby. What do you want to eat, hm? I know you don't have the energy to go out. Let's order some room service food.”

“And wine. Kinda like a date night.” 

“Right. A date night, baby.” Yoongi says softly, 

The room service arrives in thirty minutes. They had enough time to take turns in the shower, changing into the complimentary hotel robes. The table is already set up by the couch and a bottle of wine is ready for them to drink.

“I got so sad when you left. I almost got sick.” Jimin says in the middle of their meal. They ordered steak because what else is best to get for room service food, right? “It was kinda sudden. Not really. But kind of.”

“You coming here?” Yoongi asks, eyes widening. “But you also brought Seokjin with you.”

The omega nods, “I was already planning on doing it but because I really don't know how our shoot was gonna go, I wasn't really sure about going here. But let's just say I really did my very best to finish my scenes early.”

“All that effort just for me, hm?” Yoongi chuckles, heart melting by the way Jimin is staring at him.

“You're worth it.” He whispers back, reaching for Yoongi's hand.

So worth it.

***

Sometimes Jimin silently thinks about how he and Yoongi started out. He was young, arguably too young for Yoongi. The 18-year age gap had shocked the entire country, but Jimin never really cared. He liked Yoongi that much.

As he lies beside Yoongi in the quiet of the night, Jimin hums softly to himself, hooking his chin on his palm. He stares ever so fondly at Yoongi, his heart feeling calm yet overflowing with emotions. Yoongi has that effect on him. The alpha has taught him what love is and how love is felt and seen in a million different ways.

The omega smiles, studying every crook and edge of Yoongi’s face. The contours of his face have always been one of Jimin’s favorites. He loves how Yoongi’s features appear sharp under the harsh stage lights, yet they soften when he’s just Yoongi—when they’re alone like this.

Maybe Jimin saved the entire world in his past life. If past lives, reincarnation, and destiny really do exist, Jimin knows that Yoongi has been the one who owns his heart in every lifetime.

Jimin gently moves, bringing himself closer to Yoongi’s sleeping body, careful not to disturb him too much. But as he does, Yoongi stirs, his eyes fluttering open slightly.

“Why are you still awake?” Yoongi asks, his voice groggy with sleep.

“I just woke up suddenly, baby. It’s okay,” Jimin whispers, rubbing the elder’s back in soothing circles. “Go back to sleep.”

Yoongi’s eyes remain closed, but a sleepy smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Had a dream,” he mumbles, his words slurring a little as he tries to stay awake. “I had a dream. We had a daughter. She’s pretty. As pretty as you.”

Jimin feels something tug at his heart as he listens. He closes his eyes, trying to imagine the daughter Yoongi is talking about. “Can you describe her for me?” he asks softly.

Yoongi clears his throat, pushing his head closer to Jimin. Even without seeing it, Jimin knows the big smile that must be on Yoongi’s face. “Well, she has small eyes, like yours. Her cheeks are full, rosy pink. She got my nose. Her lips are the perfect combination of ours. She’s perfect.”

Jimin silently nods, picturing the little girl Yoongi describes. He can almost see her, tiny and giggling, running around their home with that same smile Yoongi wears now. The thought makes his heart swell with warmth, the kind that’s almost too much to contain.

“Do you think we’ll have kids one day?” Jimin asks quietly, the question slipping out before he can second-guess it. It’s a thought he’s had often, but one he’s never voiced aloud. Not like this.

Yoongi hums thoughtfully, his hand finding its way to Jimin’s. He laces their fingers together, giving a gentle squeeze. “I think we could, if we want to. We’d be great parents. You’d be the best dad,” Yoongi says, his voice soft and sincere.

Jimin smiles, his heart fluttering at the thought. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Yoongi replies, his thumb brushing over Jimin’s knuckles. “We’d give them all the love in the world. They’d grow up knowing they’re cherished every single day.”

Jimin feels tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed by the tenderness in Yoongi’s words. “I’d love that,” he whispers, leaning in to press a kiss to Yoongi’s forehead. “I’d love to build a future with you like that.”

Yoongi opens his eyes, just a sliver, to look at Jimin. There’s a depth of emotion in his gaze, a silent promise that he feels the same. “Me too, baby,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible. “Me too.”

They lie there in silence for a while, the weight of their shared dreams lingering in the air. Jimin shifts closer, nuzzling into Yoongi’s chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to imagine the life they’re talking about—a life filled with love, laughter, and the little family they might one day have.

Eventually, the drowsiness from the late hour begins to take over, and Jimin feels Yoongi’s breathing even out as he drifts back to sleep. Jimin stays awake just a little longer, savoring the warmth of Yoongi’s embrace and the sense of peace that washes over him.

As sleep finally begins to pull him under, Jimin whispers into the quiet of the night, “I love you, Yoongi.”

In his sleep, Yoongi mumbles a soft reply, his arms tightening around Jimin in a protective hold. “Love you too, Jimin-ah.”

And with that, Jimin lets himself fall into a deep, contented sleep, knowing that whatever the future holds, as long as Yoongi is by his side, everything will be okay.

***

Seokjin is promised a vacation without work nagging him around but Jimin has one request. It's to book him and Yoongi for every activity they can do in Japan. And today, Jimin is excited because he knows how much Yoongi would enjoy this scheduled activity.

“Baby, I'm nervous.” Yoongi whispers, leaning close to Jimin as he does while his eyes are focused on the chef's skillful hands. 

The omega lets out a soft laugh, patting the elder's arm. “Look, I think that's pretty easy.”

“I'm betting twenty bucks it will take you five tries before you even come close to making an edible sushi.” Yoongi says with a raised brow and a smug grin. He loves to tease Jimin. He loves to push Jimin's buttons until his ears turn red or a new urge of being competitive comes to play.

“I'm betting thirty, I can do it on my third try.” He retorts, chin up and high as he stares back at Yoongi.

“Then prove it to me, baby.”

It is safe to say that making sushi is not at all easy. It looks easy but it takes more control and patience to do it yourself. Even Yoongi is starting to lose his patience.

“There must be something wrong with their freaking wrapper.” He mutters, brows knitted together. The wrapper ripped again which made the sushi fall apart in an instant.

The angelic laugh of Jimin echoes around. He's currently on his third attempt to do proper sushi. So far, he feels like he is acing it as he hopes the seaweed wrapper doesn't break on him. “Babe, you're murdering the sushi! Stop choking it. Relax.”

Yoongi heaves the heaviest sigh of the century. He takes another seaweed sheet, laying it flat on the wooden roller. “I am relaxed. I am calm. And I am enjoying this date, babe. I promise. I am calm.”

“Fine. I'll just keep myself busy as you make another sushi.” Jimin says coolly.

“What?” The alpha snaps his head to him, eyes widening.

The younger one laughs again, shrugging. “Gonna claim my thirty bucks later, love. Go ahead. Continue what you're doing. I'll just eat these.”

The smug look on Jimin's face makes Yoongi laugh in annoyance. On very rare occasions, Jimin actually wins.

“Babe, you actually look hot as a chef. I mean, with all that stuff going on.” Jimin now moves closer to Yoongi, holding a plate of his hard worked sushi slices. “Are you done? Let's take photos of these. I want to post them.”

“Yup!” The alpha puts a quick sauce drizzle before grinning. “Looks good.”

The omega hums, unconsciously leaning on Yoongi. Yoongi quickly places his hand on the younger's back, giving him the affection he wants.

Yoongi has never been the person to like skinship. He surely had past relationships before and he always had these boundaries and walls. There were no cuddles, no casual affectionate hugs, no hand holdings. When he looks back to those failed relationships, he realizes how much he has changed because and for Jimin. 

And it was all voluntary. The way Jimin changed him wasn't intentional yet it was the growth he needed. 

They deserve a quiet, stable, and calm love. 

***

“Aren't you going to sleep?” Jimin asks, coming out of the bedroom with his favorite satin pajamas. He's a little sleepy but it's one of those days when he needs to be on Yoongi's side to be able to drift off to slumber. 

Yoongi gets startled for a fraction of a second but recovers on the next. He looks up, looking at Jimin through his reading glasses. The omega always thought Yoongi looks hot in his work glasses. They make him look really smart, really respectable. Yoongi always thought it's just one of Jimin's silly kinks again. “Hey, baby. I just need to answer some emails and probably review some of the reports forwarded to me. Can't sleep?”

Jimin shakes his head, walking towards Yoongi barefoot. He makes these little stomps against the carpeted floor of the hotel until he's sitting on the armrest of Yoongi's chair. He takes a look at Yoongi's laptop with a spreadsheet file opened. “I'll wait for you here.”

The alpha slips his hand on Jimin's, entwining them together. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. I just wanna be close to you.” Lie. His position is not comfortable at all. His butt is starting to hurt from the wooden armrest.

With a low chuckle, Yoongi lets go of Jimin's hand and manhandles him to sit on his thigh instead. Jimin's petite frame makes it easy for Yoongi to wrap one arm over the other's waist. “There. Is that better?”

“Yes,” The omega giggles. “I'll behave. Promise.”

“It's okay, baby. I'm almost done here. I just have to send feedback to Jia. She's losing her mind because I didn't tell her I'll be extending my leave for a week.” Yoongi is so gentle with his voice and words. It always warms Jimin's heart. Although Yoongi is a lot older than him, the alpha has never been the superior.

Jimin hums, “I probably should apologize to her. I forgot to tell her I'm going to borrow you for another week.” He says with a sly grin.

Yoongi shakes with a grumbling laugh. He fully wraps his arms around Jimin, pulling him closer. He kisses Jimin's shoulder, “I'm yours. You're not borrowing me from anybody, my love.”

“I'm kidding. Please work now so I can have you to myself.” He shifts on Yoongi's lap, resting his head on the elder's shoulder. He likes it there— closer to Yoongi's scent. The mixture of ocean and wood hit his nose, closing his eyes to take in everything.

“You're tickling me, love.” The alpha says with a sharp breath when Jimin starts to enjoy himself by kissing Yoongi's neck. It started with sniffling, to nuzzling, and now kissing. Yoongi bites back a moan as the omega plays with his scent gland, biting it gently. 

“I've missed you.” Jimin whispers, “I really, really do. It's only been a few days but I'm craving for your touch, alpha.”

Yoongi squeezes Jimin's waist, closing his eyes, letting his head fall back. Jimin's mouth travels to his Adam's apple, licking the skin. “Baby, I won't get any work.. done. Fuck, Jimin.”

“I know, I said I'll behave but I'm already dripping wet just imagining your cock.” The omega whispers to his ears.

Without wasting another minute, Yoongi picks Jimin up, carrying him to bed. He hears the giggles coming out of Jimin's mouth but he doesn't care anymore. Jimin had just woken up his alpha, there's no turning back.

Jimin lands on the bed, bouncing a little. The look on Yoongi's face is far from that sweet and loving man he's known for. Jimin loves it.

“Want it rough, love.” He says, challenging Yoongi with his tone.

“We'll do it my way, baby. You've taken me off work, you've disturbed me. We're doing it my way.” The alpha's eyes turn dark with lust. His voice is grumbling low. It makes Jimin's stomach churn in anticipation.

The omega nods, staring back at Yoongi with nothing else to say. He just wants to be touched. He wants to be filled.

The elder takes his shirt off in one swift motion, throwing it on the floor. His glasses get moved but he only fixes them. The glasses stays on and Jimin already knows he is fucked. 

The contour of Yoongi's body makes Jimin's mouth water instantly. His pinkish nipple, his toned abdomen, his thin waist, his broad shoulder, and his bulked biceps. 

“Turn around. Ass up.” Yoongi commands. He reaches for a pillow, putting under Jimin's front, lifting the younger's ass. 

Next thing Jimin knows, his ass is bare in front of Yoongi's face. The alpha runs his finger along the stripe of Jimin's ass, pressing his hole. The slick comes out uncontrollably. “So pretty.”

“Love, please.” Jimin begs. He wants something inside him.

Yoongi pats the cheek of his ass before grabbing the meat, exposing more of Jimin's hole. Without warning, he dives in, licking the slick that ran down to the base of Jimin's cock back to his hole. He swirls his tongue, almost drinking the slick. “Fuck, baby.”

Jimin moans loudly, feeling Yoongi's tongue breaching his walls. Soon after, Yoongi pulls away, replacing his tongue with a finger. He enters with ease, gaining a sigh from the younger. It doesn't take long for Jimin to beg for the second then the third finger. Yoongi is happy to provide, feeling the same impatience as his boyfriend.

“I love you,” Yoongi whispers, as he thrusts his cock in, going as gentle as he can for the first few moments.

Jimin looks at him with furrowed brows, “I love you,”

The alpha moan, looking at where they are connected. He stares at the way his cock disappears and appears alternately. “Baby, you're so fucking pretty.” 

“More. Please.” Jimin begs. He wants it rough. Really rough. “You're so fucking weak. Fuck me harder like you mean it.”

He knows he pushed something— the right buttons when Yoongi moves on his leg from kneeling, planting his foot on the bed. He pulls out almost completely before pushing in hard and fast, punching the air out of Jimin's lungs. Yoongi moves at an animalistic pace, holding Jimin's head down. “You want this, huh?” He asks, almost breathless.

“Ye— fuck! Yes! There, there.” The omega clutches hard on the sheets, almost taking them off the bed. He can feel every bit of Yoongi's length inside him. Every inch of it. “Oh, God! Fuck, I'm coming.”

And Jimin instantly regrets saying that out loud. Yoongi slows down, his thrusts loosening up. He chuckles at the omega's whine. “Told you, baby. We'll do it my way.”

“Hyung, please~” He struggles to turn his head around to beg. He breathes heavily, “I need it. Please.”

“How much do you want it?” He slides his hand from Jimin's nape down to the dimple of his back, massaging it ever so gently.

Jimin whimpers, thrashing his leg a little. “So much. Please, I'm begging. Need to cum. Need your cum.”

Yoongi nods even though Jimin cannot see it. He moves, his cock falling out of Jimin's hole. He kneels as he positions himself against the headboard, causing Jimin to frown. But it doesn't really take much verbalization for Jimin to know what is going on.

“What are you waiting for, baby? Use me as you please.” The elder one shrugs, his legs open and his cock angry hard against his stomach. Jimin doesn't miss how it glistens with his own slick. Yoongi stares at him, his fogged glasses almost falling off from his nose. But nonetheless, Yoongi is hot.

Scrambling on his movements, Jimin quickly straddles his boyfriend's thighs, moving up. His breath touches Yoongi's cheek until he catches Yoongi's lips with his own. Their lips clash, tongues fight. As they devour each other, Jimin uses one hand to position the elder's cock against his gaping, empty hole, sinking in with ease. “Shit, I love this.”

A chuckle slips out of Yoongi's mouth, “Clearly, you really do.”

Jimin ignores more conversation as he fucks himself at his own desired pace, panting. Yoongi's cock is deeper than ever, the tip abusing his prostate over and over. He is a mess. And not so long after, they share the same climax.

***

“Have you ever thought you would end up with me? I mean someone years younger, an actor, or just someone like me.” Jimin asks after they shower. They're both in bed, sheets have been changed and their clothes are already on.

Yoongi makes a humming sound, rolling over to face Jimin. His silhouette is just as breathtaking as his beauty under any light. “No.”

The quick answer makes Jimin stomach churn. There's a part of him that wants Yoongi to expect what's going to happen. It's just him being petty, honestly. 

“I never thought I would end up with anyone.” Yoongi continues. His deep breathing and soft touches make Jimin feel secure. “I was ready to grow old alone. I was ready to buy a farm house, raise chickens, and cows. Maybe plant all kinds of fruits too. I only pictured a life for myself because you came so unexpectedly.”

“Life on a farm sounds so nice.” Jimin whispers,

The alpha gently rubs his hands, “But I'll have the life that you want, baby. It doesn't have to be on a farm. Anywhere, anything as long as it's with you.”

“You're so… sappy.” The omega jokes out, laughing. “But I'd choose a life with you any day.”

“We'll get married someday?” Yoongi asks. It's something he really wants to ask for the longest time.

Jimin moves closer to him, kissing him. “You're the only one I'll marry in every lifetime, babe.”

***

“Where's Yoongi?” Hoseok asks as soon as he sees Jimin alone by the pool. The early morning sun casts a soft light over the water, and the air is still cool. Hoseok helps himself to a seat next to Jimin, setting down a big bag of salted chips on the table between them. “Chips?”

Jimin blinks as he moves to create space for Hoseok. He smiles weakly at him, “Hi, hyung. I didn't know you'd be here this early.”

Hoseok frowns, noticing the slight droop in Jimin's shoulders, the way his eyes seem a little more distant. “What’s wrong?” he asks, the concern evident in his voice.

“Nothing! I’m just— you know, thinking,” Jimin replies with a small smile. But he knows Hoseok won't be satisfied with that answer. Hoseok has always been the friend who wants to know everything, who digs deeper when he senses something is off.

“Shoot me with that thought. Come on. Tell me what’s bothering you,” Hoseok says, leaning back in his chair. He sets down the bag of chips, seemingly forgetting about them for a moment. It's only 7 a.m., and he’s already diving into a big bag of snacks, which would literally send Namjoon into a coma if he were here to see it.

Jimin sighs deeply, closing his eyes as if gathering his thoughts. The events of last night replay in his mind. The intimate conversation he and Yoongi had shared just before falling asleep had been sweet, filled with dreams of their future. But it had also stirred something inside him, a mixture of excitement and fear.

“Yoongi and I… we talked last night,” Jimin starts, opening his eyes to look out at the glimmering pool. “We talked about our future, about getting married one day. And for a moment, everything just felt so perfect, so right.” He pauses, biting his lower lip as he tries to find the right words to express what he’s feeling.

Hoseok listens intently, nodding for Jimin to continue. “That sounds wonderful. So, what’s the problem?”

“It is,” Jimin agrees softly, his voice tinged with emotion. “But then… this morning, I got a script sent to me. It’s from one of the directors I’ve always dreamed of working with. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a role. But it would require me to be gone for months, maybe even a year, with shooting locations all over the world.”

Hoseok’s eyebrows lift in understanding. “Ah, I see. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime.”

“Exactly.” Jimin nods, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “But if I take this role, I’ll barely see Yoongi. We’d be apart for so long. And it makes me wonder… can I really commit to marrying him now? My career is just starting to take off. This role could change everything for me. But I don’t want to put my relationship with Yoongi on hold either.”

Hoseok leans forward, placing a reassuring hand on Jimin’s arm. “Jimin-ah, it's okay to have these thoughts. It doesn’t mean you love Yoongi any less. It just means you have dreams, and you’re allowed to have those. You’re allowed to want both love and success.”

Jimin sighs again, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly at Hoseok’s comforting words. “I know, but I don’t want Yoongi to feel like he’s second place. He’s so supportive of me, of everything I do, and he deserves someone who can be there, fully present. Not someone who’s always away, chasing after the next big project.”

Hoseok shakes his head gently. “Yoongi loves you, Jimin. He knows how important your career is to you. If this role is something you really want, he’ll understand. And maybe marriage doesn’t have to happen right now. It’s not a race. You can take your time.”

Jimin looks at Hoseok, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “But what if waiting means we drift apart? What if…”

“Hey,” Hoseok cuts him off gently. “None of that ‘what if’ stuff, okay? You and Yoongi are strong. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, the way he talks about you. He’s in this for the long haul, just like you are. And if you ever feel like things are getting tough, that’s what we’re all here for. To help you through it.”

Jimin feels a lump in his throat, a mix of gratitude and relief. “Thank you, hyung. I just… I needed to hear that.”

Hoseok smiles, giving Jimin’s arm a light squeeze. “Anytime. Now, how about we enjoy this morning? The weather’s great, and it’s just the two of us right now. We can talk, eat more chips—” he grins mischievously, “—and maybe even take a dip in the pool.”

Jimin laughs, the sound light and freeing. For a moment, the weight on his shoulders feels a little lighter. He’s still unsure about what decision he’ll make. Although Yoongi has not yet formally asked him, he's still bothered by it. He is torn.

But maybe, just maybe, things will work out after all.

***

It’s another date day, and the crisp morning air is filled with the sounds of laughter and chirping birds. Jimin and Yoongi are making the most of their time together before they have to head back to South Korea in two days. The sun is shining, casting a warm glow over everything, and they’ve planned a day packed with fun and relaxation.

As they arrive at the bike rental shop, Yoongi takes Jimin’s hand, pulling him toward the line of tandem bikes neatly arranged in front of the small shed. The bikes are a mix of bright colors—red, blue, green, and a vibrant yellow. The omega's eyes light up at the sight of the yellow bike.

“Do you want to paddle in front?” Yoongi asks, glancing over at Jimin. He’s already taken out his wallet to pay for the bike.

Jimin shakes his head, his eyes still fixed on the yellow bike like it’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen. “Hmm, nope! I heard the one paddling in front does all the work,” he teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Can we choose the yellow one?”

Yoongi laughs, nodding his head. “Of course. Anything for you.” He hands over the payment, and soon they’re wheeling the yellow bike out to the path. Jimin is practically bouncing with excitement, his bag slung over his shoulder, while Yoongi can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

They start down the park’s winding path, with Yoongi in the front seat and Jimin happily paddling behind him. The wind rustles through their hair, and the leaves on the trees sway gently above them. It’s a perfect day—clear skies and just the right amount of breeze.

As they ride, Jimin can’t help but giggle whenever they pick up speed, his laughter contagious. Yoongi looks over his shoulder, grinning. “Having fun back there?”

Jimin nods, his cheeks flushed with happiness. “This is the best! We should do this more often.”

“When we get back to Korea we should set a biking day every month.” Yoongi breathes in the wind as it touches his face.

“Or maybe, every time we go out of the country. I mean, imagine us biking around different countries—France, Italy, Japan. Oh, the possibilities!” He spreads his arms wide, imagining himself biking through endless scenic routes.

“Maybe we will,” Yoongi says, his voice warm. “You know I’d go anywhere with you.”

They ride for a while, taking in the scenery. They pass by a small pond where ducks are swimming, and Jimin insists they stop to feed them. Yoongi agrees, and soon they’re sitting by the water, tossing pieces of bread to the ducks. Jimin watches them with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the sunlight.

“You know,” Jimin starts, breaking the comfortable silence, “sometimes I wonder what it would be like to just live in a place like this. Somewhere quiet, where we can just be ourselves and not worry about anything else.”

Yoongi turns to him, his expression thoughtful. “We're living a really public and chaotic life. It would be nice to have a quiet one in the future.”

Jimin smiles, leaning his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. “It sounds perfect, doesn’t it?”

Yoongi hums in agreement, his hand finding Jimin’s. They sit there for a while, enjoying the quiet, watching the ducks glide across the water. It’s moments like this that make everything else worth it—the chaos of their schedules, the distance, the pressure. As long as they have these moments, everything else falls into place.

Eventually, they get back on the bike, continuing their ride. They stop at a small café they spotted earlier, deciding to take a break. Yoongi orders them iced coffee and a slice of cake to share. They sit outside on the patio, under the shade of a big umbrella, watching people pass by.

Jimin takes a sip of his coffee, sighing contently. “I watched the videos from your performance.”

The elder one just shakes his head, pink flushed on his cheeks. “Thank you, baby.”

“Are you embarrassed?” The omega giggles, 

“No! I'm just… It feels strange to perform again after being inactive. I'm surprised I still have some fans hanging around and of course, you. I never really thought you'd fly just to support me.” He replies, “It would've been just enough if you sent me a goodluck message but you didn't. You're willing to do more.”

The omega sighs, a warm smile clings on his face. “I just love you so much that I'm willing to move mountains just for you.”

Jimin takes in the air, closing his eyes as he inhales. As soon as his eyes open, he sees two kids running around. Their parents are seated on a yellow blanket, a basket beside them. Picnic. That's nice.

“One day that would be us.” He almost flinches at Yoongi's statement. He turns to him, smiling but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He sees how Yoongi stares at the kids with pure adoration. He laughs together with them. 

Yoongi has always wanted to become a dad.

Jimin clears his throat, nodding. “One day.”

It seems like the elder one has realized something has just bothered Jimin. Yoongi reaches across the table, taking Jimin’s hand. “It doesn’t have to happen now, baby. We can do whatever you want, as long as we’re together.”

Jimin blushes, smiling at Yoongi. “Okay, then. Let’s walk down to the river after this. I saw some boats earlier, and I think they’re doing boat rides.”

Yoongi nods. “Sounds like a plan.”

They finish their coffee, and true to their plan, they walk down to the river. It’s a short walk, but they take their time, holding hands, swinging them back and forth like kids. When they reach the river, they find a small booth renting boats, and soon enough, they’re out on the water, the gentle rocking of the boat soothing and rhythmic.

Yoongi rows the boat, his movements slow and relaxed. Jimin lies back, his hand trailing in the water. They don’t say much, content in the comfortable silence between them. The water glimmers under the sun, and the world feels peaceful and still.

They drift along the river, talking about everything and nothing—favorite memories, places they want to visit, even silly things like what kind of pets they’d like to have one day. Jimin suggests a cat, Yoongi agrees, then Jimin adds they should get a dog too, to which Yoongi laughs, knowing they’d probably end up with both.

When the sun starts to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, they finally head back to shore. Jimin’s heart feels full, overflowing with love and contentment. As they make their way back to the hotel, Yoongi wraps an arm around Jimin’s shoulders, pulling him close.

“Thank you for today,” Jimin says, looking up at Yoongi. “It’s been perfect.”

Yoongi smiles, leaning down to kiss Jimin’s forehead. “Thank you for being with me, for making every day bearable.”

They walk back together, the world around them quieting down as night falls. Jimin holds onto Yoongi a little tighter, his heart at ease, knowing that no matter where they go or what they do, as long as they have each other, they’ll always be home.

They'll always be each other’s home, right?

***

“Finally! We're all together!” Hoseok exclaims as soon as Jimin and Yoongi arrive at their planned dinner the night before they leave Japan. The cozy private room, reserved just for the five of them, buzzes with an energy that only close friends can create. It offers them the comfort of free conversation without any interruptions.

Jimin shifts in his seat, leaning slightly on Yoongi. He giggles, “I've been looking forward to this! We almost didn’t see each other the entire trip.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes playfully, leaning back with a smug smile. “You were busy with Yoongi, of course. But it's totally fine. I badly need this before our next project kicks in.”

Namjoon leans forward, showing off his signature dimpled smile. “Seokjin was unstoppable the whole trip. Seriously, how overworked have you been? I swear I’ve never seen you act like a teenager before.”

Seokjin snorts, lifting his glass. “I was just enjoying my life at 40! I literally poured my entire life into work, and this is a well-deserved break.”

Yoongi laughs softly, his hand finding its familiar place on Jimin’s waist. “Enjoy it while you can, Seokjin. Jimin's next project is coming up fast, and then it'll be all work again.”

Jimin pouts. “Don’t remind me! This was supposed to be my little getaway with you guys. Now you’re making me dread the schedule waiting for me back home.”

Hoseok takes a long sip of his drink and chuckles. “Speaking of breaks, do you remember that time we all went to Jeju, and Seokjin lost his phone for an entire day?”

Seokjin groans, rubbing his forehead. “Don’t remind me. That was the most stressful ‘break’ I’ve ever had. I was so scared I might miss a call from one of the directors. It was Jimin's career and my job on the line. I was convinced someone had kidnapped my phone for ransom.”

Namjoon, with a sly grin, leans in. “And where was it again? Oh yeah, in the refrigerator. In the fridge, Seokjin.”

Jimin bursts out laughing, his head falling against Yoongi’s shoulder. “Why did you even put it in there?”

Seokjin huffs, crossing his arms defensively. “I thought it was my water bottle! You all kept buying the same phone case, and I got confused. It was an honest mistake.”

Yoongi shakes his head, chuckling. “I think we all collectively lost it when we found out where it was.”

The table erupts in laughter, the ease of their friendship filling the room with warmth. Everyone is caught up in the lighthearted banter when Seokjin’s phone suddenly rings, the sound cutting through the joyous moment like a blade. The entire table falls silent, eyes darting to Seokjin as he picks up his phone, his face quickly shifting from amusement to concern.

Seokjin excuses himself quietly, stepping away from the table to take the call. Everyone else exchanges worried glances, the playful energy from just a moment ago evaporating. Jimin notices the sudden tension in Seokjin’s expression, the way his brows knit together as he listens to whatever news is coming through the phone.

Yoongi rubs Jimin’s back gently, sensing his unease. Namjoon leans over to Hoseok and whispers, “Do you think it’s something to do with work? Maybe a scheduling issue?”

“I don’t know,” Hoseok replies, his voice low. “But Seokjin’s face doesn’t look like it's something to be happy about.”

As the call drags on, Jimin’s eyes never leave Seokjin. He can see the worry deepening in Seokjin’s eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line. When Seokjin finally hangs up, his shoulders sag, and he takes a moment before turning back to the table. The mood in the room is completely different now—quiet, tense, expectant.

Seokjin walks back slowly, his usual brightness replaced by something much heavier. He looks directly at Jimin, his expression filled with a seriousness that makes Jimin’s stomach drop.

“Jimin,” Seokjin starts, his voice low but steady. “There are articles about you… and they’re bad.”

Jimin feels his heart stop for a moment, his mind racing to catch up with Seokjin’s words. The table is eerily silent, everyone waiting for more details, but the weight of what Seokjin just said hangs in the air like a dark cloud. 

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, his voice quieter than intended, panic creeping in despite his best efforts to stay calm. He sort of feels like his ears are ringing as he waits for Seokjin's answer. A light touch on his knee brings him back, blinking.

Seokjin hesitates for a second, his eyes full of concern. “There’s some sort of scandal… rumors going around about your relationship with Yoongi and your recent work projects.”

“It’s not good, Jimin. People are saying you're… they are saying you are cheating.”

A loud, protective snort comes out of Hoseok's mouth. “That is absurd!”

“What exactly are they on?” Namjoon fishes out his phone from his pocket, beginning to search for the articles Seokjin told them about. “What? With Taemin?”

Jimin feels Yoongi’s hand tighten around his waist, a silent gesture of support. He is shaking. He is shaking not because he is guilty but because of rage. He's just trying to live the perfect balance of life and work. Why are there suddenly articles about him?

“Don't worry, Jimin-ah. I am going to make them take down the articles. I'm sure there's something we can do about it. I'll just call the PR team.” He says. He looks like he is about to hop on a plane and handle things personally but he has to trust their team.

Closing his eyes, Jimin's head drops. He's used to this. He should be used to getting all the hate and rumors.

Jimin smells the bitter, musky scent coming from Yoongi. It's something he cannot hide when he is upset. But despite that, he moves closer to hold Jimin exactly how Jimin wants it. Yoongi brings him closer to his chest, his arms around his waist. 

“It's okay, baby.” He whispers, 

But it's not. Jimin knows it's not.

***

“Are you upset?” Jimin asks as they step inside their hotel room. It was silent on their way back. Seokjin has excused himself so he can focus on the articles. He's on the phone, answering and calling different people. The couple, Namjoon and Hoseok made sure to stay with Seokjin. Sometimes, the elder has a bad habit of handling situations thinking he is Superman. 

The alpha mumbles nothing. He places his bag on the couch, sitting right next to it. He shakes his head,

“Then what?” The omega's voice fades. He doesn't like the way Yoongi's mood shifted earlier. It's not random. It was expected. But even so, Jimin doesn't want Yoongi to just shove it down.

“It's okay, love. We should get ready to go to bed. We have a flight to catch.” He stands from the couch, walking towards the bedroom with long strides but Jimin pulls him.

Yoongi sighs, looking up. He melts at Jimin's touch as the omega's arms slowly wrap around his torso. He leans his cheek against the alpha's shoulder. “Let's talk. Please. Let's talk about this. Let it out. All of it.”

“Baby,” Yoongi breathes out. He covers the younger's hand with his. Yoongi can feel his chest tighten.

“Let's talk about it. I want to talk about it.” Jimin just tightens his arms around Yoongi. He closes his eyes as he waits for the other's answer.

The alpha swallows thickly, staring at the poorly lit mini kitchen. He wouldn’t deny it. He wants to talk about it too. About everything.

Because things are just going smoothly and a sudden wave washes them over.

Jimin holds onto Yoongi a little tighter as those quiet words leave the alpha's lips. He can feel Yoongi's heartbeat against his own chest, a steady rhythm that seems to falter with every breath.

"I'm upset," Yoongi repeats, his voice a little stronger now, though still weighed down by the emotions he's been holding back. "I try not to let it get to me, you know? I try so hard not to care about what people say. But sometimes... it's just too much."

Jimin's heart clenches as he listens, knowing exactly what Yoongi is talking about. He pulls back slightly, just enough to meet Yoongi's gaze. The alpha's eyes are clouded, filled with doubts and insecurities that Jimin hates to see. He brushes his fingers gently over Yoongi's cheek, urging him to continue.

Yoongi exhales deeply, his eyes shifting away as if he's ashamed to admit what's been gnawing at him. "I see the things they write, the things they say about us. About me. About you. Calling you a cheater? It pains me because you're not what they try to paint you to be. And even if you're not…”

“They say I'm too old for you, that you deserve someone younger— someone more exciting. And every time you're in a movie or on set with those young co-stars, it's like a knife twisting in my gut."

"Yoongi," Jimin whispers, his heart aching. He knows where this is going, and he hates that Yoongi has been carrying this weight alone.

"I know it's stupid," Yoongi says, his voice laced with frustration, "but I can't help it. There's an 18-year gap between us, and people won't let us forget it. They act like... like I'm holding you back, like you could do so much better. And sometimes, I wonder if they're right."

Jimin feels his breath catch in his throat. He shakes his head firmly, taking Yoongi's face in both hands. "No. They're not right. Not even close."

Yoongi swallows hard, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You say that, but it's hard, Jimin. It’s hard to ignore when it's everywhere. I don’t want to admit it, but I feel insecure. Especially when I see you with them. Those actors your age, all of them so... perfect. And me? I'm just this... older guy."

Jimin's thumb gently strokes Yoongi's cheek, his voice soft but unwavering. "You're not 'just' anything, Yoongi. You’re everything. And I don’t care about any of those people, about what they think or say. I don’t want anyone else. I’ve never wanted anyone else."

Yoongi's breath hitches, his gaze finally meeting Jimin's. There's a flicker of vulnerability there, a part of him that’s still afraid to believe in Jimin's words.

"I love you," Jimin continues, his voice firm but filled with tenderness. "I love everything about you. Your laugh, the way you sing to me when I can’t sleep, the way you hold me when I feel like the world is too much. None of those other people matter, Yoongi. Not a single one. It's you. It’s always been you."

Yoongi closes his eyes for a moment, as if he's trying to hold back the storm of emotions rising inside him. When he opens them again, there's a softness in his gaze, but also a lingering sadness that Jimin can’t ignore.

"I believe you, baby. I do," Yoongi murmurs, his hand reaching up to cover Jimin’s on his cheek. "But... it’s hard to let go of all this. I don’t know how."

Jimin leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Yoongi's forehead. "I know. And I’m not asking you to just forget everything. But I'm here. I'm right here, and I’ll be here every time you need to talk about it. Every time it gets too much, we’ll face it together."

Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, wrapping his arms around Jimin and pulling him close. They stand there, holding each other in the dimly lit room, the weight of the conversation still hanging between them.

But for now, they take comfort in each other’s presence.

Jimin rests his head against Yoongi's shoulder, closing his eyes as the alpha's warmth surrounds him. "We’ll be okay," Jimin whispers, though he knows Yoongi isn’t fully convinced. The insecurity, the doubts— they won’t disappear overnight. But they’ve taken the first step, and that’s enough for now.

Yoongi tightens his hold, resting his chin on top of Jimin's head. "Yeah," he says softly, though the hesitation lingers in his voice. "We will."

And though the conversation has come to an end, the quiet tension remains. Jimin understands. He knows Yoongi will need time, and he's ready to give him that.

But for tonight, they stay wrapped in each other’s arms, hoping that the love they share will be enough to silence the doubts, even if just for a little while.

***

Jimin looks out the window, holding back his tears. He just read everything that was written about him. About Yoongi.

Actor Park Jimin, ready to replace his current boyfriend with an alpha his age?

Park Jimin was caught being intimate with his old co-star.

Finally free! Park Jimin broke up with his boyfriend twice his age.

It almost seems like Yoongi isn't a person. Every article villainizes Yoongi. Every article suggests everything wrong about their relationship.

Their relationship.

Why isn't there one good article about them? Why do people turn a blind eye to what they really are when Min Yoongi is already a renowned musician and Park Jimin is just a newbie in the industry?

Min Yoongi doesn't deserve the hate. He doesn't deserve the backlash.

Jimin doesn't care about what they call him. He doesn't care if they think he is a whore, a gold-digger, an opportunistic bitch. He does not care.

He cares about the hand he is holding at this very moment. He cares about the love of his life. He cares about Min Yoongi.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, brushing his thumb against Jimin's knuckles. His voice is quiet. He tries to look into Jimin's eyes but the omega easily looks away. “You're not.”

“I'm just thinking about everything.” He replies, “I just hope everything is going to be okay. I don't want you hurting.”

The elder one gently pulls Jimin's head towards his shoulder. “You don't have to worry about me. What I said last night… I'm not proud of it. Those are my feelings and even if I'm not proud of that, I am entitled to feel what I feel. But I want you to remember that what's important is how we deal with it and how we stick with each other, stand up for each other.”

Jimin nods, quickly wiping a single tear escaping his eye. “Thank you.”

“I love you so much, baby.” Yoongi kisses his hair,

***

Two months later, the issue has finally died down. Yoongi is back to his work, managing the different branches of his coffee shop within Seoul. He got even busier with his business growing.

“Where is he?” He asks one of the staff on set. He is a few minutes early than the said time.

The staff then points to the first tent on the right. “He's not yet done but that's his tent. You might want to wait there instead.”

“Oh, thank you.” Yoongi bows to the staff before making his way toward the tent. He lets himself in, settling on one of the chairs. He places some of the things he brought down on the table. It would probably take another half an hour for Jimin to get back so Yoongi decides to check some emails through his phone.

“—it's going to be huge, Jimin-ah. Have you seen the offer?” Yoongi's brows furrow. That's Seokjin's voice.

“I know, hyung. It's tempting. For real. But you know that I have to discuss this with him, right? I don't want to decide on anything just yet unless I get to talk to Yoongi.” Jimin. The omega's voice is frustrated yet soft. Jimin is not the type to raise his voice at anyone though. 

Yoongi hears some steps but it stops after a few strides. “I get it. You're so domestic. Just get married for real.”

“I'd love to! Duh!” Jimin says before he steps inside the tent, his head facing back so he doesn't notice Yoongi's presence… not until his favorite scent hits the tip of his nose. He quickly turns, eyes wide, “Lovey!”

The alpha stands, meeting Jimin with a warm hug. He lets Jimin hide against his neck, taking in his scent. Yoongi's hands are settled on the younger's back, slowly and gently rubbing the dimple. “Hey there, pretty.” 

“Oh,” Seokjin blinks as he steps in and witnesses the two hugging. “Hi, Yoongi.”

Yoongi just lifts a hand and smiles at him in return before tightening his grip on the omega's back. They haven't seen each other in three days because of Jimin's schedule. He has to stay in another city for the filming of his upcoming movie. 

“How are you?” Yoongi asks the moment they let go of each other. Yoongi has brought Jimin a mochi plushie which he bought when Jimin left. 

The omega giggles, holding the plushie on one side. “I've really missed you. It was hell being away from you.”

Yoongi smiles as he watches Jimin hold the mochi plushie, his chest tightening in warmth. “I thought this little guy would keep you company while you’re away. Figured you’d miss something soft to cuddle.”

Jimin’s eyes light up, and he tugs the plushie closer. “You know me so well, Lovey.” He leans up on his toes, brushing his lips against Yoongi’s cheek, sending warmth up Yoongi’s spine.

Yoongi chuckles, lifting Jimin's hand to kiss his knuckles softly. “I missed you too, pretty. It was too quiet without you.”

Seokjin clears his throat playfully, causing the two to turn toward him. “Wow, you two are adorable. Seriously, stop it before I get cavities.”

Jimin blushes, still snuggled close to Yoongi’s chest. “You’re just jealous, hyung.”

“Maybe,” Seokjin teases before throwing a knowing look at Yoongi. “Take care of him while he’s here. He’s been stressed.”

“Of course,” Yoongi assures Seokjin, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on Jimin’s hand.

As they drive home, the mood between them is light. Jimin’s hand rests comfortably on Yoongi’s thigh, while the city lights blur in the background. Yoongi glances at Jimin occasionally, taking in the omega's peaceful expression as he talks about the small details of his shoot. But as they near their apartment, Jimin’s voice shifts, softer, more hesitant.

“Lovey?” Jimin’s tone has Yoongi shifting his attention.

“Hm?”

“I got another offer,” Jimin starts, and Yoongi can feel his chest tighten. He remains quiet, allowing Jimin to continue. “It’s… really big this time. A movie based in America. They want me for the lead role.”

Yoongi’s knuckles tighten slightly on the steering wheel, though his voice remains steady. “When would it start?”

“The first month of 2025,” Jimin answers quietly. “I’d be gone for a couple of months.”

The car feels a little too small for the silence that follows. Yoongi nods, forcing a smile. “That’s… that’s incredible, Jiminie.”

“I know,” Jimin replies softly, his hand still resting on Yoongi’s thigh. “But it’s far, and it’s for months. I wanted to talk to you before saying yes.”

Yoongi lets out a slow breath, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He knows he should be proud, happy even, for Jimin to be recognized on such a large scale. But the idea of him being so far away, for so long, gnaws at him. “You’ve always wanted this kind of opportunity,” Yoongi finally says, his voice a little too calm.

Jimin looks at him, concern etched in his features. “But I don’t want to make this decision without you. I don’t want to leave you behind.”

Yoongi pulls the car to a stop at a red light, turning to meet Jimin’s eyes. “I want you to follow your dreams, Jimin. I do. It’s just… I’m scared.”

Jimin’s hand tightens slightly. “Of what?”

“Of the distance,” Yoongi admits, his voice quieter now. “Of how long we’ll be apart. Of all the things that could happen while you’re away.”

Jimin’s heart aches at the vulnerability in Yoongi’s voice. He reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from Yoongi’s forehead. “I’m scared too, Lovey. But we’ll make it work, right? We’ve always found a way.”

Yoongi nods, though the worry lingers in his chest. He parks the car outside their apartment and turns off the engine, letting the silence settle over them. Jimin reaches over, cupping Yoongi’s face in his hands. “I love you, Yoongi. And no amount of distance is going to change that.”

Yoongi smiles, leaning into Jimin’s touch. “I love you too, pretty. We’ll figure it out.” 

***

“I haven’t talked to Jungkook since the movie premiere. How is he?” Jimin asks, his fingers grazing a navy blue knitted cropped top as he goes through a rack of newly released designs. The fabric feels soft under his touch, and the color reminds him of calm skies just before nightfall.

Taehyung, holding up a pair of wide-leg pants, glances at Jimin. “God! He’s hibernating. You already know how bad he isolates whenever he finishes a project. Do you think these would look good on me?”

Jimin pauses, eyeing the pants thoughtfully. “Those are gorgeous! You should try them with this top.” He hands Taehyung a white fitted vest to go with the ensemble. “I feel like the vest would really pull it all together.”

Taehyung takes the vest and holds it against his chest, considering the combination. “Yeah? I might give it a try. But yes, Jungkook still does that.”

“Still isolates like that?” Jimin frowns. He knows Jungkook well enough to remember his post-project phases, but it still surprises him every time. “And you’re okay with it?”

Taehyung shrugs, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “He even shuts me out on his bad days.”

“That’s okay with you?” Jimin asks, disbelief creeping into his voice. It seems so foreign to him, like something he wouldn’t be able to handle.

Taehyung stops, puffing his cheeks out slightly as he thinks. He lets out a sigh, turning to Jimin with an expression that’s both fond and serious. “We’ve been together ever since he dreamed of being an actor, remember? Being in a long-term relationship requires patience, understanding, and respect. You already know that. But you also know that, to keep a relationship going, you have to know when to compromise.”

Jimin nods slowly. He’s seen the way Taehyung and Jungkook navigate their relationship, the good times and the bad. He’s witnessed the moment they almost broke apart and how they patched things back together with fierce determination and love.

“If Jungkook’s isolation is what helps him find peace, then I’ll let him do it,” Taehyung continues softly. “I’d rather wait a day or two for him to come back to me than lose him to a dark place, without the chance of him ever returning. That’s a compromise I’m willing to make because I love him.”

Jimin stays quiet for a moment, digesting Taehyung’s words. They resonate with him more than he expected. He admires how strong Taehyung’s relationship with Jungkook is, how willing they both are to fight for each other.

He runs his fingers through a row of scarves, almost absentmindedly. “You’re right,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

Taehyung catches the shift in Jimin’s tone and raises a brow. “Something on your mind?”

Jimin chews on his bottom lip, unsure if he should say it. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, messing it up slightly. “I don’t know… I love Yoongi, I do. But sometimes, it feels like there’s so much happening around me, you know? All these projects, movies, commercials—it’s hard to even catch my breath, let alone express how I really feel.”

Taehyung watches him closely, sensing the weight in his words. “It sounds like you’re feeling overwhelmed.”

Jimin nods, glancing at the floor. “It’s like I want to be fully present, to show Yoongi how much he means to me. But then… there’s always something pulling me away. And I’m scared that if I don’t figure this out soon, it’ll be too late.”

Taehyung steps closer, his hand resting gently on Jimin’s shoulder. “I think Yoongi knows how much you care, even if you don’t say it all the time. But maybe you need to make time for him, just like he makes time for you.”

Jimin looks up, his eyes meeting Taehyung’s. “You really think so?”

Taehyung smiles softly. “I do. Sometimes love isn’t about grand gestures or constantly being together. Sometimes it’s about the little things—being there when it matters most, even when life gets crazy.”

Jimin nods again, feeling a bit lighter, though the confusion still lingers. He knows Taehyung’s right, but there’s still the nagging fear that time is slipping through his fingers too quickly.

“I can't wait to marry the man.” Jimin mumbles under his breath. Taehyung hears it though. The shop is empty. It's only the two of them. 

The younger omega chuckles, “If he drops on his knee and pops the question, would you say yes?” 

“Of course! He's the only one I'd want to marry. I have always imagined him to be the father of my kids. I pictured a life together in a quiet farm, you know? He's my future.” He replies, smiling.

But Taehyung knows him well enough to notice the twitching of his lips. Taehyung doesn't even need to ask anymore.

Jimin turns his back a little, acting busy with the clothes on the rack. 

Yoongi is his future. He really is.

***

Jimin wakes up to the mouthwatering scent of breakfast wafting through the air. His eyes blink open slowly, and he takes a moment to stretch out lazily, the warmth of the blankets making him want to stay wrapped up just a bit longer. It’s Sunday—his rest day—and for once, he has no projects, no commitments, no deadlines hanging over his head. Just him and Yoongi, a perfect, quiet day ahead.

The smell of bacon brings him fully to consciousness, and he smiles sleepily. Yoongi is in the kitchen, of course. Jimin can hear the faint clatter of pans as he shuffles out of bed, not bothering to fix his hair. He walks barefoot down the hallway, the soft morning light filling the cozy apartment.

In the kitchen, Yoongi stands at the stove, flipping pancakes, his face relaxed and focused. Jimin approaches him quietly and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist from behind, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. 

“Good morning,” Jimin mumbles, his voice still husky from sleep.

Yoongi smiles without looking back. “Morning, sleepyhead. Just in time—breakfast is almost ready.”

Jimin hums, inhaling the scent of Yoongi mixed with the food. “Smells amazing. What’d I do to deserve this?”

“You exist,” Yoongi replies simply, his tone light but affectionate as he flips the last pancake onto the stack. He finally turns around, kissing Jimin softly on the forehead. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock,” Jimin grins, tightening his hold on Yoongi’s waist, but then pauses as Yoongi gives him a mischievous look. “What?”

“You were definitely a rock,” Yoongi teases. “A rock that farted because the AC was too cold.”

Jimin gasps, his eyes widening in mock horror. “I did not!”

Yoongi snorts. “Oh, you absolutely did. Thought we had a gas leak for a second.”

Jimin’s cheeks flush a deep red, but soon he’s laughing along with Yoongi, playfully swatting at him. “You’re horrible,” he pouts, but there’s no heat behind his words. 

“You love me,” Yoongi retorts with a smirk, leaning in to kiss the tip of Jimin’s nose.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jimin mutters, stealing a piece of bacon off the plate as payback. “Lucky for you, I do.”

The alpha chuckles, leaning close to Jimin, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “And I love you even if you fart so loud.”

The omega cries, laughing. “Can we talk about this after we eat? Breakfast and fart don't come together.”

After breakfast, the two of them collapse onto the couch. Jimin curls up against Yoongi’s chest, his head resting comfortably as Yoongi opens a book in one hand. They’ve done this countless times, lounging together in their own little bubble, but each time feels just as comforting as the last.

Jimin holds his own book, but he’s barely reading. Instead, he listens to the steady rhythm of Yoongi’s breathing, the soft turning of pages, and the occasional low hum from him. Everything about this moment feels perfect. No rush, no distractions. Just them.

“This is perfect,” Jimin murmurs after a while, his voice muffled against Yoongi’s chest.

Yoongi smiles, absentmindedly running his fingers through Jimin’s hair. “Yeah. It really is.”

The omega looks up, staring at Yoongi with a weird angle. The other raises a brow, looking back at him. Then Jimin giggles, “What if I don't show up to work tomorrow?”

“Baby, I won't stop you.” The alpha says seriously. He stares at Jimin, “But Seokjin will definitely go after my head.”

“Oh, yeah.” Jimin pouts, disappointed. He sighs, “He'll probably take my head after getting yours.”

The afternoon drifts by in a haze of quiet contentment. It’s their routine—so simple yet so special. Jimin never wants to leave this spot, but he knows they have dinner plans with Yoongi’s family, and as much as he loves spending time with Yoongi’s relatives, part of him wishes they could just stay like this for the rest of the evening..

It hasn't been that long since they last found peace in their relationship. They are just starting to fix what's broken the last time Jimin was flooded with rumors and malicious articles.

No one can blame Jimin for wanting to stay in their bubble.

Eventually, they have to get up and get dressed, Jimin pulling on a soft sweater while Yoongi opts for his usual understated style. The drive to Yoongi’s parents’ house is quiet but comfortable, with music playing softly in the background. Jimin watches the city pass by outside the window, still feeling the warmth of their peaceful afternoon as they pull into the driveway.

***

Dinner begins in the usual way—filled with easy laughter, stories, and the gentle chatter that always seems to flow when Yoongi’s younger brother, Yunho, is around. The atmosphere is warm, a stark contrast to the biting chill outside. Yoongi’s parents ask about work, about life, and Jimin answers each question as best as he can, his voice light and pleasant. He’s grateful the conversation stays light, the topic of their relationship only touched on in passing, and never delving too deep.

But just as the plates are being cleared, the mood shifts.

Yoongi’s aunt, always one to steer conversations into uncomfortable territory, leans forward, her eyes gleaming with a familiar, almost predatory curiosity. Her presence has always made Jimin uneasy, and tonight is no different. There’s a certain sharpness to her words whenever she opens her mouth, a subtle edge that cuts too deeply, despite the veneer of politeness.

“So,” she begins, her voice carrying a certain weight, “when are you two planning to settle down? You’ve been together for quite some time now, haven’t you?”

Jimin stiffens immediately, the laughter in his throat dying as his smile freezes in place. His heart races, pounding painfully in his chest as the weight of the question settles over him. He casts a quick glance at Yoongi, silently hoping he’ll steer the conversation elsewhere. To his credit, Yoongi seems completely unbothered, lifting his glass to take another casual sip of water as if this conversation hasn’t been thrown in their faces time and time again.

“We’re just taking things slow,” Yoongi replies smoothly, placing his glass down with a calmness that Jimin envies. “No rush.”

“But you’re not getting any younger,” his aunt presses, her tone carrying the faintest hint of judgment. Her gaze sharpens, and she leans forward slightly, as if ready to pounce on the smallest crack in their defense. “It’s time to start thinking about marriage, isn’t it? Maybe even children?”

Jimin swallows hard, suddenly feeling the room shrink around him. The comfortable warmth from earlier now feels suffocating, the pressure building in his chest until it’s hard to breathe. Before he can even begin to think of a response, Yunho speaks up.

“Auntie,” Yunho’s voice cuts through the rising tension, his expression tight with discomfort. He sees the way Yoongi’s jaw clenches, the way Jimin’s shoulders tense. “Let’s not go there, okay? This is their business.”

But Yoongi’s aunt barely spares him a glance, rolling her eyes as she presses her red-stained lips together in a thin line. She clicks her tongue, the sound sharp and dismissive. “What? It’s not like I don’t have a point,” she says, her voice dripping with self-satisfaction. “My poor nephew here is pushing 50, and he’s still stuck in this… nonsense. We all know he wants to get married and have kids. What’s the holdup?”

“Auntie,” Yoongi hisses, his voice low and dangerous as his anger finally begins to show. His breathing is heavier now, and Jimin can feel the tension radiating from him. The table falls into an uneasy silence. Yoongi’s mother is visibly upset, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, while his father’s expression hardens in barely contained anger. Yunho’s face tightens in frustration, but he stays quiet, as if waiting for Yoongi to handle the situation.

Yunho’s wife, seated across from them, quietly rises, taking their five-year-old daughter, Yunha, by the hand. The little girl looks up with wide eyes, but her mother whispers something soothing to her as they leave the room. It’s no place for a child to be, not with the storm brewing at the table.

“You have no right to talk to us like that,” Yoongi’s voice is steady, but the fury in his eyes is unmistakable. His hands rest firmly on the table, but Jimin can see the way they tremble ever so slightly. This conversation isn’t new, and every time, it cuts deeper. Yoongi rarely lets it show, but tonight, he’s close to his breaking point.

His aunt, however, remains unbothered. She chuckles softly, her eyes widening as if she can’t quite believe Yoongi is upset. To her, this is all just ridiculous—an overreaction to something she views as common sense.

“I’m just saying!” she exclaims with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Don’t take this too seriously, dear. I only want what’s best for you. Look at Yunho—he’s married, he has his own family, and he’s living his best life. I want that for you too.”

Jimin feels the words like a punch to the gut. His stomach twists painfully, and no matter how much he tries to calm himself, he can’t stop the suffocating wave of emotions crashing over him. He forces a polite smile, though it feels strained, almost unnatural. His voice is tight when he finally speaks, barely managing to keep it steady.

“We’re happy where we are right now,” he says, though he can even hear the tremor in his voice. The words sound hollow, like they’re meant more to convince himself than anyone else.

The conversation grinds to an awkward halt, the tension palpable as the uncomfortable silence stretches on. The plates are cleared, but Jimin can’t focus on anything anymore. His mind races, the pressure of expectations weighing heavier on him with each passing second. He’s always known there would be moments like this, moments where they’d be pushed, prodded, questioned—but knowing doesn’t make it easier.

***

The car ride back is tense, the comfortable silence from earlier now replaced by a suffocating heaviness that neither of them can ignore. Yoongi glances over at Jimin after a few minutes, his concern evident in the crease of his brow. 

“You okay?” Yoongi asks, his voice soft, but the concern in it is unmistakable.

Jimin exhales sharply, his hand gripping the door handle as his gaze stays fixed on the passing city lights outside the window. “Do you have to ask me that every single time?”

Yoongi frowns, taken aback. “What?”

“That!” Jimin snaps, his voice cutting through the quiet tension. “You always ask me how I feel. You never tell me what you feel! We just left dinner where I had to listen to your auntie push me about marriage and kids. Love, I…”

Yoongi’s hands tighten around the steering wheel. “Ignore what she said, baby.”

“How can I?” Jimin retorts, his frustration bubbling over. “I'm the one who has to hear it every time. I’m already overwhelmed with my career, and now I’m supposed to think about marriage and kids too? It's like I’m being backed into a corner.”

“Baby, let's just calm down. I know, it's upsetting. Auntie should have not spoken to you like that.” 

Jimin breathes out, “What do you want, Yoongi? What do you really want?”

Yoongi stays silent for a moment, the tension in the car growing heavier. His eyes are locked on the road, his knuckles white as he grips the wheel tighter. “I told you—I’m happy with what we have right now. I don’t need more.”

Jimin shakes his head, his voice rising as he pushes harder. “No, Yoongi. Stop saying you’re okay just because you think it’ll make things easier for me. What do you really want? Because I can’t keep being the only one with doubts or fears.”

Yoongi clenches his jaw, frustration creeping into his voice. “Jimin, I’m telling you the truth. I’m fine with the way things are.”

“That’s not true!” Jimin exclaims, his chest tight with emotion. “You’re not fine, Yoongi! And I need you to stop pretending that you are. Just tell me what you want!”

Yoongi suddenly slams his hand against the steering wheel, his voice rising in frustration. “Fine! You want to know what I want? I want to get married! I want kids! I’m scared that if we keep waiting, it’ll be too late for me to watch my children grow up. I don’t want to wake up one day and realize I’m too old for all of it!”

Jimin freezes, his breath catching in his throat as Yoongi’s words hang heavy in the air. He’s never heard Yoongi speak like this—never this raw, never this vulnerable.

“I’m not getting any younger, Jimin,” Yoongi continues, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions. “I love you, and I’m happy with us, but every time someone brings it up, it reminds me that I want more. I want a future with you—a family. And I’m scared that if we keep pushing it off, I’ll miss the chance to have that.”

Jimin’s heart aches as he processes Yoongi’s words. All this time, he’d thought Yoongi was okay with their pace, with taking things slow. But now, hearing the fear in Yoongi’s voice, the vulnerability he’s kept hidden for so long, Jimin realizes just how much Yoongi has been holding back.

“Yoongi…” Jimin whispers, reaching out to place a hand on Yoongi’s arm. “I didn’t know… I thought you were okay to wait.”

“I’m trying to be,” Yoongi says quietly, his voice softer now, though the tension still lingers. “I didn’t want to push you because I know how much you have on your plate. I know your career’s taking off, and I don’t want to be the one who holds you back. But I can’t keep pretending like I don’t want more, Jimin. I do. I want a family with you. I want to grow old with you, but I also want to see our kids grow up before it’s too late for me.”

Jimin’s eyes well with tears as Yoongi’s words settle deep in his chest. He swallows thickly, guilt and love twisting together in his heart.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whispers, his voice shaking. “I’ve been so focused on everything else that I didn’t stop to think about what you wanted. I just… I didn’t know how to balance it all.”

Yoongi exhales, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he glances at Jimin, his expression softening. “I don’t need you to have it all figured out right now. I just need you to be honest with me. We’ll figure it out together, Jimin. But I can’t keep pretending like I don’t want a future with you.”

Jimin nods, tears spilling down his cheeks as he squeezes Yoongi’s arm. “I want that too. I want a future with you, Yoongi.”

“But I can't give it to you now.” The omega's shaky voice echoes around the car. “And I don't know if I ever can.” 

***

Yoongi lies on the hotel bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up with Hoseok's name. For a moment, he considers ignoring it—like he has with every call for the past few days—but he knows Hoseok won't stop until he picks up. 

With a sigh, Yoongi answers the call, his voice barely a whisper. “Hey.”

“Yoongi?” Hoseok’s voice is high-pitched, laced with worry. “I’ve been calling you non-stop. Where are you?”

Yoongi swallows, the weight of his exhaustion pressing heavily on his chest. “I’m… away. I needed some space.”

There’s a brief silence on the other end of the line before Hoseok speaks again, his tone more urgent now. “I called Jimin, but it goes straight to voicemail. What’s going on? Are you alright?”

Yoongi closes his eyes, feeling the familiar ache in his chest that hasn’t left him since that night in the car. “No,” he admits quietly, his voice cracking. “I’m not alright.”

“Yoongi,” Hoseok's voice softens, the concern even more evident now. “What happened?”

Yoongi presses a hand to his forehead, trying to ease the tension that’s been building for weeks. “We… we broke up, Hobi. Jimin and I—” His voice falters, and he has to take a deep breath before continuing. “It all fell apart. I couldn’t keep pretending that I was okay with everything. We had this huge fight after dinner with my family, and it just… it broke us.”

Hoseok’s sharp intake of breath is loud through the phone. “You and Jimin? What—how did it come to this?”

Yoongi chuckles bitterly, though there’s no humor in the sound. “It’s been building up for a while. I wanted more… I wanted marriage, kids, a future. But Jimin—he’s got so much on his plate. His career’s exploding, and he wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. I tried to be patient, but I guess I just reached a breaking point.”

Hoseok is silent for a moment, digesting Yoongi’s words. “But Yoongi, you guys have been through so much together. You love each other. You can’t just throw that away.”

Yoongi’s eyes sting as he stares up at the ceiling, his throat tight with the emotions he’s been bottling up. “I didn’t want to throw it away,” he whispers, his voice thick. “But I felt like I was drowning, Hobi. Every day, I was sinking deeper, and the only time I could breathe was when I was with him. I couldn’t function without him. But the more I tried to hold on, the more I felt like I was suffocating him.”

Yoongi pauses, swallowing hard. His hands tremble as he grips the phone tighter. “I left Seoul because I lost myself the moment we broke up. I couldn’t stay in the same city as him and pretend like I was okay. I needed to get away, to clear my head, but… I don’t know how to do that without him. I thought I was strong enough to handle it, but now, I’m not sure if I can.”

“Yoongi…” Hoseok’s voice is gentle, filled with empathy. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you reach out?”

“I didn’t know how,” Yoongi admits, the frustration and sadness in his voice evident. “I didn’t know how to explain that I was falling apart. Every day feels like I’m walking through a fog, and the only thing I can think about is him. I thought maybe the space would help, but now… I just feel lost.”

Hoseok sighs deeply, and Yoongi can picture his friend running a hand through his hair, trying to process everything. “You’re not alone in this, Yoongi. We’ve all got your back. But you need to talk to Jimin. You can’t keep running away from this.”

Yoongi laughs bitterly. “I tried, Hobi. I tried talking to him, but it always felt like I was the only one fighting for it. I told him I wanted a future with him, and it felt like I was asking for too much. He said he loved me, but… love didn’t feel like enough.”

“And now?” Hoseok asks carefully. “Do you think it’s really over?”

Yoongi’s heart aches at the thought. He presses the heel of his hand against his eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling. “I don’t know,” he whispers. “I can’t think straight. I can’t focus on my music, I can’t sleep. I’ve tried distracting myself, but nothing works. I feel like the only way I’ll ever be able to breathe again is if he’s with me. But I don’t even know if he wants that anymore.”

Hoseok’s voice softens even further. “Yoongi, you and Jimin have been through so much. Maybe he just needs time, but you can’t give up on him. You can’t give up on yourself.”

Yoongi nods weakly, even though Hoseok can’t see him. “I don’t know how to fix this, Hobi.”

“Then don’t try to fix it right away,” Hoseok says gently. “Take it one step at a time. Call him. Even if you don’t know what to say, just let him know you’re there. You both need each other, Yoongi. You can’t go through this alone.”

Yoongi’s hand drops to his side, his heart heavy with a mix of fear and longing. “I’m scared, Hoseok. I’m scared that I’ll never be able to make this right. That I’ll never be able to feel whole again.”

“You will,” Hoseok assures him, his voice full of quiet strength. “I know you will. Just don’t give up on him. Don’t give up on yourself. You’re stronger than you think.”

Yoongi doesn’t respond right away. He stares at the ceiling, his thoughts spinning. He doesn’t know what the future holds, but he knows one thing for certain—he can’t keep living like this. He can’t keep drowning in the emptiness that’s consumed him since he and Jimin broke up. 

“I’ll try,” Yoongi finally whispers, his voice cracking under the pressure of his emotions. “I’ll try to talk to him.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. Hoseok’s voice softens, the concern seeping through. “Where are you, hyung?”

Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, his body too exhausted to even consider moving from the bed. He’s been lying there for hours, maybe even days—he’s lost track of time. His chest feels heavy, the loneliness settling deep in his bones. “Somewhere in Jeju,” he mumbles. He barely has the strength to say more.

The line goes silent for a moment. Yoongi hears some rustling on the other end, and then Hoseok speaks again, his tone more urgent. “I’m booking a flight. Do you want Namjoon to come too?”

Yoongi’s throat tightens at the thought of Hoseok and Namjoon dropping everything to be by his side. His friends have always been there for him, but he doesn’t want to be a burden. Not now. Not when he feels so lost. “Don’t bother, Seok—” 

Hoseok cuts him off, his voice firm but filled with care. “I will bother, hyung. I’m your best friend. We’re not leaving you alone in this. Not now.”

Yoongi feels a wave of guilt wash over him. He’s been trying to handle everything by himself, but the truth is, he’s barely holding on. And if there’s anyone who can see through his defenses, it’s Hoseok and Namjoon. They’ve been with him through thick and thin, through every high and low, and they’ve never let him face anything alone.

Yoongi sighs, his resistance crumbling. “You don’t even have to ask anymore,” he mutters, feeling the first cracks in his emotional wall start to give way.

“Right! Because I already booked a plane ticket for the both of us.” Hoseok’s voice takes on a lighter tone, trying to inject some warmth into the conversation. Yoongi hears a soft clicking sound, probably Hoseok checking the flight details. “We’ll be there soon, hyung. Make sure to eat, okay? I’ll be checking on you later. And please, don’t lock yourself away.”

Yoongi’s lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll try,” he whispers, his voice still fragile, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the delicate balance he’s trying to maintain.

“Good,” Hoseok says, his voice filled with quiet determination. “You’re not alone in this, Yoongi. We’ll be there soon.”

Yoongi closes his eyes, feeling the exhaustion weighing him down once more. The thought of Hoseok and Namjoon coming to Jeju eases a little of the burden on his chest, but there’s still an ache that won’t go away. He knows that no matter how much love and support they give him, they can’t fill the void Jimin left behind.

“Thanks, Seok,” Yoongi finally says, his voice barely a whisper.

“Of course,” Hoseok replies, his voice soft but steady. “Get some rest, hyung. We’ll be there soon, and we’ll figure this out together.”

Yoongi nods even though Hoseok can’t see him. After the call ends, the silence in the hotel room feels heavier than ever, but there’s a faint glimmer of hope now, knowing that his friends are on their way.

But even with Hoseok and Namjoon coming to his side, Yoongi can’t shake the feeling that something is missing. No, not something. Someone.

Jimin.

The past two weeks without him have been a blur of sleepless nights, missed meals, and a hollow ache in his chest that refuses to go away. He’s been trying to numb the pain, to convince himself that he can move on, but the truth is, he can’t. Jimin is the air he breathes, the anchor that keeps him grounded, and without him, Yoongi feels like he’s drifting further and further away from everything that matters.

He turns on his side, curling up into himself as the familiar weight of loneliness presses down on him. His phone lies on the pillow beside him, Jimin’s contact still open on the screen. Yoongi’s thumb hovers over the call button, his heart pounding in his chest. 

He wants to call him. He wants to hear his voice, to apologize, to beg for another chance. But the fear of rejection keeps him frozen. What if Jimin doesn’t want to hear from him? What if they really are over?

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill over. He’s never felt so vulnerable, so helpless. But maybe, just maybe, with Hoseok and Namjoon by his side, he’ll find the strength to face whatever comes next. 

And maybe, just maybe, he’ll find a way to breathe again.

***

"Jimin," Seokjin’s voice cuts through the thick silence, firm but filled with concern. He stands at the door, staring at the mess that Jimin has become. Papers and scripts are scattered across the floor, clothes are thrown haphazardly over furniture, and Jimin himself is curled up on the couch, his face pale and eyes swollen from crying.

Seokjin sighs, stepping further into the room, his heart aching at the sight of his younger friend. “I cleared your schedule for the entire month. Don’t ask me how I did it, but it’s done.”

Jimin turns to him slowly, his eyes glassy and distant, as if he’s barely present. He raises a weak eyebrow, his voice small and hollow, “Why?”

“I can’t watch you torture yourself anymore,” Seokjin says, his voice cracking with emotion. “You can’t accept every offer that comes your way, Jimin. You’re killing yourself. This pace, this… obsession, it’s going to destroy you.”

Jimin's lips tremble, and he looks away, the familiar sting of tears welling up again. He doesn’t want to cry anymore—he’s tired of crying—but the pain keeps resurfacing, relentless. “I have to work, hyung,” he whispers, his voice fragile. “If I don’t work, I think. If I’m thinking, I miss him. And when I miss him, I go crazy. I need to work.”

Seokjin watches him, his expression softening with a deep sadness. He takes a seat beside Jimin, his hands resting gently on his lap as he speaks. “You’ve lost yourself, Jimin,” Seokjin says quietly, his tone gentle but firm. “In the process of trying to bury the pain, you’ve forgotten who you are. I know how hard it’s been for you since you and Yoongi broke up, but this isn’t living. This is you running away from the truth.”

Jimin shakes his head, but Seokjin continues, unwavering. “You’re not happy, Jimin. You’ve been miserable ever since you lost him, and it’s only getting worse. You don’t even care about these projects—they’re just distractions. You don’t want this life. You want him.”

A sob escapes Jimin, and he covers his face with his hands, trying to stop the flood of emotions that have been threatening to break free for weeks. “I don’t know what to do, hyung,” he cries, his voice broken. “I hurt him. I pushed him away, and now I don’t know if he’ll ever forgive me.”

Seokjin places a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “This is your wake-up call, Jimin. Yoongi is the reason you still breathe. He’s the reason you feel alive, not your career, not the work. You’ve always known that. He is your everything, and deep down, you know it’s true.”

Jimin lowers his hands, his face stained with tears as he looks at Seokjin. “But what if… what if Yoongi doesn’t want me anymore? What if I hurt him too much? I don’t know how to face him.”

Seokjin shakes his head, his eyes filled with certainty. “Yoongi knows love because of you, Jimin. His heart beats for you in a way it never has for anyone else. He’s hurt, yes, but the love between you two? That’s eternal. You and Yoongi… you’re not just in love. You’re soulmates.”

Jimin stares at him, his heart pounding, the weight of Seokjin’s words sinking in. “But I—”

“You need to stop running away from your fear and start running back to the one place where you’re truly safe—him,” Seokjin says softly. “Yoongi is your rest, Jimin. Yoongi is your home. He’s your love, your everything.”

A fresh wave of emotion crashes over Jimin, and he can’t hold back anymore. He sobs openly, the pent-up pain and regret finally pouring out of him. Seokjin pulls him into a tight embrace, holding him as he cries, whispering reassurances in his ear.

“You’re going to survive this, Jimin,” Seokjin says after a while, his voice steady. “But the only way you’ll get through it is by being with Yoongi. You don’t need another project. You need him.”

Jimin pulls back slightly, wiping at his eyes, sniffling. “But… how? How do I face him after everything?”

Seokjin offers him a small, gentle smile. “You go to him. You tell him the truth. Tell him how much you love him, how much you need him. And if you’re scared, I’ll drive you there myself. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Jimin’s breath hitches, his heart pounding in his chest. He feels a glimmer of hope—something he hasn’t felt in weeks. “You… you’d drive me?”

Seokjin chuckles softly, nodding. “Of course I would. I’ll drive you anywhere you need to go, Jimin. That's my job as your manager but now, as your friend, I'll drive you. You know as well as I do that the only place you need to be right now is with Yoongi.”

Jimin nods, his heart racing with both fear and hope. He knows Seokjin is right. He’s been running from the truth for too long, and now it’s time to face it. 

“Okay,” Jimin whispers, his voice shaking but filled with determination. “Take me to him.” 

Seokjin smiles warmly, standing up and offering Jimin his hand. “Let’s go then. It’s time to go home.”

Jimin takes his hand, rising to his feet. “Thanks, hyung.”

“But you have to shower first. Clean yourself up. You look like a mess, sweetheart.” Seokjin leads him to the bathroom. “Take all the time that you need. I'll clean up here a little.”

That makes the younger one chuckle lightly. He gets inside the bathroom, staring at himself. His heart is pounding, but for the first time in weeks, it doesn’t feel like he’s drowning. There’s still fear—fear of rejection, fear of what might happen—but there’s also hope. 

Because Yoongi is his love, his home, his everything. And Jimin knows, without a doubt, that he needs him now more than ever.

***

Jimin stands outside Yoongi’s door, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest that he’s sure Yoongi can hear it from the other side. His hands tremble as he raises a fist to knock, his mind spinning with a thousand thoughts of what could go wrong. But then he remembers Seokjin’s words—Yoongi is his love, his home. And that’s all the courage he needs.

He knocks.

For a few seconds, nothing happens. Then the door creaks open, and there he is—Yoongi, standing in the doorway, looking tired and worn, but still every bit the person Jimin loves more than anything in the world. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of Jimin, surprise flickering in his gaze.

“Jimin,” Yoongi breathes, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin’s throat tightens, but he swallows the lump forming there and takes a step forward. “Can I come in?” 

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate. He steps aside, letting Jimin into the small apartment. The air between them is thick with the weight of everything left unsaid over the past two weeks, but neither of them knows quite where to begin.

Finally, Yoongi speaks, his voice soft but tinged with hurt. “Why are you here?”

Jimin closes his eyes for a moment, gathering himself. When he opens them, they’re full of raw emotion. “Because I can’t live like this, Yoongi. I thought I could just drown myself in work and keep going, but… I was wrong. None of it matters if you’re not in my life.”

Yoongi watches him, his expression unreadable, but his hands clench at his sides. “Jimin, you don’t have to say this because you feel guilty.”

“I’m not saying it out of guilt,” Jimin interrupts, his voice firm. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth. I’ve been running from it, but I can’t anymore. I love you, Yoongi. I don’t want this… this distance between us. I don’t want to lose you.”

Yoongi’s face softens, and he lets out a long breath. “Jimin, I love you too. More than anything. But what if we keep running into the same problems? You have your career, and I have mine. And there’s… there’s the whole thing with marriage and kids. I don’t want to pressure you into something you’re not ready for.”

Jimin steps closer, reaching for Yoongi’s hands, and this time, Yoongi lets him. “I know I haven’t been ready, and I’m sorry for how I reacted. But I’ve realized something, Yoongi—my career, my success, none of it means anything if I don’t have you by my side. I want us to work. I need us to work. And if that means taking time away from work, decline projects, then I’m willing to do that. As long as I have you.”

Yoongi’s eyes shine with unshed tears, his fingers tightening around Jimin’s. “I don’t care about the timing. I don’t care if we get married next year or ten years from now. Kids can wait. What I want—what I need—is you. Just you, my love. As long as we’re together, that’s all that matters to me.”

Jimin’s heart swells with relief, his own tears slipping down his cheeks. “I promise I’ll meet you halfway from now on. I’ll talk to you when I’m feeling overwhelmed. We’ll figure it out together, love. I don’t want to lose you again. We’ll have healthy communication. We’ll work through everything—together.”

Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, his lips curling into the smallest smile. “Together,” he repeats, nodding. “We’ll make this work.”

Jimin pulls him into a tight embrace, burying his face in Yoongi’s shoulder, feeling the warmth and comfort he’s missed so desperately. Yoongi wraps his arms around him just as tightly, the weight of the past weeks lifting off both of them as they cling to each other.

“I love you,” Jimin whispers into his ear, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re my home.”

Yoongi presses a soft kiss to Jimin’s temple, his lips brushing against his skin as he whispers back, “I love you too. You’ll always be my heart.”

They stay like that for a long time, just holding each other, neither of them wanting to let go. They don’t need to say anything more—their hearts have already spoken what words couldn’t.

And when they finally pull away, their fingers still intertwined, there’s a shared understanding between them. They’ve found their way back to each other, and from now on, they’ll face whatever comes together.

It’s not just a promise.

It’s the beginning of forever.

***

“Did you play it?” Jimin asks, raising a brow. He's holding a bowl of mixed chips on one hand.

“I didn't.” The alpha says, holding his hands up to surrender. He drops the remote in his hand on his thigh, bouncing a little.

A cute little giggle makes them turn to the sound. “He did, dada! Appa played the movie!”

Jimin gasps, his eyes widening. He sits next to Yeona, “Appa didn't wait for me, Yeona.”

“You can't blame me! I'm excited to watch this again. Did you know this is my favorite movie of yours? I've watched this a lot when it was released.” Yoongi takes the bowl from Jimin, placing it on the table. “I'll play it from the beginning, lovey. I'm sorry.”

Jimin leans back against the couch, one hand resting protectively over his slightly rounded belly. He’s glowing—whether from the pregnancy or the contentment of having his family by his side, Yoongi isn’t sure. But seeing Jimin like this, laughing with their daughter, fills him with a warmth he never knew he needed.

“Yeona,” Jimin whispers, pulling their giggling daughter close. “Appa didn't wait for me. What do we do?”

Yeona, barely four years old, glances up at her father with wide eyes and a mischievous grin. “We make him say sorry with ice cream!” she declares, clapping her little hands together.

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head as he reaches over to ruffle her hair. “Ice cream? At this hour? Who's spoiling you?”

“You!” Yeona chirps, giggling again as she hops onto Jimin’s lap. She wraps her tiny arms around his neck and presses her cheek against his, her soft curls brushing against his face.

Jimin melts, pressing a kiss to her head. His free hand rests on his belly again, where their little boy, due in a few months, kicks lightly as if reminding them that he’s part of the family too. “I don’t know, Yoongi. She makes a good point.”

“I’ll think about it.” Yoongi smiles, eyes crinkling as he leans over to press a kiss to Jimin’s temple. “But first, let’s get this movie started. Properly this time.”

He grabs the remote and restarts the movie from the beginning. As the familiar opening credits roll across the screen, Jimin sighs in contentment, nestling into Yoongi’s side. Yeona settles comfortably on his lap, her attention glued to the screen as she munches on the chips from the bowl Yoongi set aside.

Yoongi steals a glance at Jimin, whose eyes flicker between the movie and their daughter, a peaceful smile playing on his lips. He’s reminded of how far they’ve come—how two years after reuniting, they decided to get married. Jimin had declined his big US project offer at the time, choosing instead to settle down and focus on what mattered most to him: building a life with Yoongi.

And now, they had Yeona, their little miracle who had only made Jimin’s career soar even higher. People thought that after starting a family, his stardom would dim, but it had done the opposite. Jimin starred in more movies after becoming a father, his fame reaching new heights—but no matter how big his career got, he always came home to them. To Yoongi, to Yeona, and now to the baby boy growing in his belly.

“Do you regret it?” Yoongi’s soft question breaks the silence.

Jimin turns to him, a little confused. “Regret what?”

“Turning down the US project,” Yoongi says quietly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on Jimin’s shoulder. “Choosing this instead.”

Jimin’s heart swells at the question, knowing exactly why Yoongi asked. Yoongi had always worried that Jimin would feel like he’d sacrificed too much by settling down, that the weight of his career might have been more important. But as Jimin gazes at his husband, his daughter, and feels the life growing inside him, he knows there’s nothing more perfect than what he has.

“I don’t regret a thing,” Jimin says firmly, his eyes soft as they meet Yoongi’s. “This is my dream, Yoongi. You, Yeona, and our little boy. Everything else—my career, the movies, the fame—it’s all a bonus. But this,” he squeezes Yoongi’s hand, “this is my true happy ending.”

Yoongi’s eyes soften, the tension he hadn’t realized he’d been holding onto melting away. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to Jimin’s lips. “You’re my happy ending too,” he whispers against his lips.

Yeona, completely oblivious to the emotional moment between her parents, wiggles in Jimin’s lap, breaking the kiss with an innocent but impatient giggle. “Appa! You said we’d watch the movie!”

Jimin laughs, shaking his head. “Yes, yes, we’re watching.” He rubs his belly gently, feeling another soft kick. “All of us.”

Yoongi wraps his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, pulling him and Yeona closer as the movie plays on. They sit like that for the rest of the evening—cuddled together, a perfect family, basking in the warmth of their love.

For Jimin, this was more than a happy ending. It was a new beginning, one filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a beautiful future—one that he couldn’t wait to share with Yoongi, Yeona, and their soon-to-arrive little boy.

And as the credits rolled on the movie, Jimin knew deep down that no matter what came next, they would face it all together.

— fin.