"Stitches of Love"

by GlossMimi

Summary:

Yoongi never thought an arranged marriage could bring him closer to healing wounds he had buried for years.
Jimin never expected to find love in a house still echoing with grief.
Between misunderstandings, family ties, late-night laughter, and quiet forgiveness—something tender begins to grow.

Chapter 1: Chapter 0 Introduction

Introduction

 

 

This is my first time writing something and it's storyline is lil bit inspired by the TV Drama I liked watching and I wanted to write Yoonmin version of it.

Let's start with character introduction.

1. Min Yoongi.

He is 29 year old whose life is dedicated to business and music.
He is the ruthless business tycoon and known for youngest bachelor billionaire. He appears cold because of his stern face and his habit of speaking only when necessary but is too protective and ready to do anything for his family.

 

2. Park Jimin.

He is 25 year old whose life is dedicated to his parents and small shop he works at.
He is fun loving and sassy and when needed becomes too protective of thier loved ones.
He holds a secret which only Tae and his family knows.

 

3. Jeon Jungkook.

He is 27 years old who works as
Yoongi secretary and as his close friend.
He may be oblivious sometimes but he is a fun loving person and loves to play games and going on adventure trips.

 

4. Kim Taehyung

He is 25 years old who works under Jimin shop and as his best friend.
He is breathtaking beautiful and loves to dress up as if going to fashion show.
He is nice, bubbly and cheerful.

 

5. Kim Seokjin

He is 31 years old and is Yoongi elder brother.

 

6. Jung Hoseok

He is 26 years old and is Jimin brother.

 

7. Kim Namjoon

He is 32 years old and is Yoongi business partner and close friend too.

 

8. Jimin's cousin - Sara and Myunhee

 

A little explanation to the plot-

Yoongi lives alone even though he wants his mother and elder brother to live together with him. They don't talk with him because they think Yoongi was the reason their father is dead.

Jimin lives with his family and respects his parents. He is somewhat close with his brother and doesn't get along with his other cousins.

I am new to writing so if there's any fault please do tell and apologies in advance for any mistake.

 

Chapter 2: Chapter 1

Summary:

“It was supposed to be just another ordinary day for Jimin at his bakery, until a catering delivery led him straight into Min Yoongi’s path. A sharp clash of words, a fallen earring, and one fleeting glance were all it took to spark something unexpected—something that neither of them could ignore.”

Chapter 1

 

 

It was just another busy day. Cafés filled with chatter, buses honked in the distance, and the streets buzzed with movement. Still, there was something in the air that felt different.

Jimin was getting ready to go out and open his shop. It was the only thing that made his mind at peace and helped him to go through his day.

After 20 minutes of walking he reached his shop and sorted out things to open it properly for customers.

He had a small food catering shop with bakery attached to it. Most of the catering work was done by Mr Hyun (son of owner of the shop).

He was mostly responsible for bakery shop as he made best muffin and choco lava cake. But if required he sometimes helped Mr Hyun too in catering business.

He was making the batter for muffins to bake fresh muffins for the day. He had just placed the tray in the oven and set the timer when his phone rang.

Mr Hyun- Jimin can you help me in catering order today we got a large consignment and I have something important to attend so I can't make it today.

I will pay you double today since it's a huge order to fulfill and I trust you to do it perfectly because you are our one of the best employee.

Jimin - Okay Mr Hyun I will do it. Just tell me what I have to prepare and where I have to deliver it. I will do it no issues.

After 10 minutes oven made a noise signalling that muffin are ready. He made them ready on the counter for sale and then called Tae to tell him that he will have to go out for catering.

Jimin - Tae can you run the shop yourself for sometime. I have to go for food catering today because Mr Hyun can't make it.

Tae - Okay go out. I will handle the shop till you are gone.

He started preparing for the catering and after four hours of continuous cooking
he cooked traditional Korean dishes, ranging from Bibimbap to Galbi, filling the kitchen with rich aromas.

He packed everything nicely for delivery and set up the GPS on phone to reach location on time and went out on his bike for delivery.

After thirty minutes of riding, he arrived at the destination—an old age home.
He went there with his packed meals and saw Jungkook standing there. He passed on the prepared meals to him thinking it's him who ordered.

Jimin was about to step out when he collided with a firm chest. He staggered back, clutching the empty food basket.

“Watch where you’re going,” a deep, cold voice snapped.

Jimin blinked up. The man’s sharp suit, expensive watch, and icy gaze screamed money and arrogance.

He scoffed. “Excuse me? I was walking just fine. Maybe try looking up from your phone, Mr Too-Busy-to-See.”

Yoongi lowered his phone, his eyes narrowing. People usually stammered or apologized when faced with him. But this boy? He dared to glare back.

“Whatever,” Yoongi muttered, brushing past. But as he did, something glinted on the floor. He bent down, picking up a small daisy-shaped earring. Delicate. Soft. The complete opposite of his world.

He slipped it into his pocket without a word, muttering to himself, “Careless.”
Yet for reasons he couldn’t explain, his steps slowed. That stranger’s fiery eyes lingered in his mind longer than they should have.

But he didn't know that it was beginning of something new that would change his life later.

Notes:

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Chapter 3: Chapter 2

Summary:

“A lost earring, a stubborn memory, and a muffin that tastes far too good to ignore. While Jimin worries about Tae’s teasing, Yoongi finds himself haunted by a fiery stranger he can’t quite forget—unaware that the sweetness he just tasted came straight from the same pair of gentle hands.”

Chapter 2

 

Yoongi sat in the backseat of his sleek black car, city lights flashing past the tinted windows. Normally, he would drown himself in emails or reports, but today his mind was elsewhere.

Those sharp brown eyes, the bold tone, that ridiculous sass—he had never met someone who dared to look him in the eye like that.
He scoffed, loosening his tie.

Why am I even thinking about that stranger? Still, the small daisy-shaped earring weighed heavily in his pocket, as if mocking him for caring.

Meanwhile, at the bakery, Tae noticed something unusual as Jimin arranged the freshly baked muffins on the counter.
“Wait a second,” Tae said, tilting his head. “Why is your ear empty? Where’s your daisy earring?”

Jimin’s hand immediately flew to his ear. His face fell.
“Maybe… maybe it dropped when I collided with someone earlier today,” he muttered, guilt creeping into his voice.

Tae gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Oh no, Jimin! You lost the only earrings I gifted you. How could you? My poor heart—shattered into a million pieces!”

Jimin’s eyes widened, lips parting in guilt. “Tae… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose it.”
Tae burst out laughing, patting his shoulder. “Relax, Minnie. I was just teasing you! Don’t look like a kicked puppy. Earrings can be replaced—but you? You’re one of a kind.”

Jimin’s pout softened, though the guilt still lingered in his chest.
“Come on,” Tae grinned, turning back to the counter. “Let’s finish selling our muffins and complete today’s target. No more sulking.”

Neither of them realized that somewhere else in the city, a cold businessman was still holding onto that very daisy earring.

The next morning, Yoongi leaned back in his office chair, eyes skimming over the reports stacked on his desk. The memory of yesterday clung stubbornly to him— then he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Mr. Hyun,” Yoongi’s tone was polite, though distant, “thank you for yesterday’s catering delivery. The food was delicious, but…” he paused, tapping a pen against his desk, “it tasted different from usual.”

On the other end, Mr. Hyun chuckled warmly. “Ah, that would explain it. Yesterday’s food was prepared by one of my best employees, Jimin. He’s talented in cooking—one of the best I’ve ever seen. And he was also the one who delivered it to you.”

Yoongi froze for a split second. Jimin. The name echoed in his head, dragging him back to that collision—the stubborn glare, the sharp tongue, the daisy earring now sitting in his drawer. A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips before he muttered, “Interesting.”

Just then, Jungkook barged into the office, holding a paper bag. “Hyung, you skipped breakfast again.” That's why I brought something for you and when he took out it was muffins.

Yoongi raised a brow. “I don’t eat sweets, you know that.”

Jungkook grinned mischievously, placing a muffin on the table. “I know, but you need to try this one. I swear it’s the best in town. I found this shop recently, and they make the most amazing muffins and choco lava cakes. Hyung, I’m telling you, it’s life-changing.”

Yoongi sighed. “Kook—”
“And,” Jungkook interrupted with a dreamy look, “the person at the counter… Hyung, he’s breathtaking. The moment I saw him, I swear my heart stopped. Love at first sight is real, and I felt it yesterday.”

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know I don’t believe in such things.”
Jungkook smirked. “You will. When someone will takes your breath away, you won’t even realize it.”

For a moment, Yoongi’s mind betrayed him. Jimin’s fiery glare flashed before his eyes. He quickly brushed it off, shaking his head. “Whatever.”

“Fine, fine,” Jungkook sighed, pushing the muffin closer. “Just eat it once. You won’t regret it.”

Yoongi hesitated before giving in. “I’m only eating this because you’re pestering me.”
He took a small bite. Warm, soft, bursting with flavor—it was unexpectedly divine. An involuntary sound escaped him, somewhere between a groan and a sigh.

Jungkook’s face lit up. “See! I told you! You love it, don’t you?”

Yoongi cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. “It’s… acceptable.” His ears burned faintly as he shifted the conversation. “Enough of this. Show me today’s agenda and my scheduled work I have to do.”

What he didn’t know was that the muffin he just devoured with such unwilling pleasure had been baked by none other than Jimin.

Back at the bakery, Tae practically skipped to Jimin’s side, his eyes sparkling.
“Jimin, you know what? I saw a bunny-faced human today. He was so pretty! He came to order earlier, and ahhh—my poor heart just got shot by his handsomeness.

He fanned himself dramatically, pretending to swoon.
Jimin chuckled, leaning against the counter. “Omgg Tae, now you have to wear your best fashion clothes. What if he comes again? Maybe he’ll get bewitched by your beauty and ask you to be his boyfriend.”

Tae gasped, clutching his chest again. “You’re no fun, Minnie! Always such a killjoy.”
“Yes, yes, I know that already,” Jimin teased, patting his head. “Now get to work. His handsomeness won’t fill your tummy—you need money for that, and for money you need to work.”

Tae pouted but picked up the tray, muttering, “Killjoy,” under his breath while Jimin laughed.

Little did they know, love was already quietly threading its way into their lives

Chapter 4: Chapter 3

Summary:

“Muffins, secrets, and holiday plans. Jungkook keeps returning to the bakery—maybe for the muffins, maybe for something (or someone) else. Yoongi discovers a flavor he can’t resist, Jimin finds a Busan connection, and Tae’s quiet world is about to get a little louder.”

Chapter 3 

 

 

The bell above the bakery door chimed softly. Jimin glanced up, already recognizing the familiar bunny-faced customer who had left Tae swooning yesterday.

 

Jungkook smiled warmly as he approached the counter. “My boss liked your muffins too,” he said casually, not mentioning any names.

“Usually, he doesn’t eat sweets at all… but yesterday he did, and he actually loved it. Can you add one more for him in tangerine flavor, if you have? That’s his favorite.”

 

Jimin’s brows rose in surprise before he smiled. “What a coincidence—I just baked a fresh batch of tangerine muffins this morning. Here you go.”

 

Jungkook accepted the packet gratefully and paid for both. Tae peeked shyly from the kitchen doorway, only to dart away again when Jungkook’s eyes flicked toward him.

 

Back at the office, Yoongi was buried in paperwork, brows furrowed as he scribbled notes in the margins. He didn’t even notice the door creak open until Jungkook’s voice broke his concentration.

 

“Hyung, I brought something for you.”

 

Yoongi didn’t look up. “Don’t tell me it’s something sweet again. I can’t tolerate it.”

 

Jungkook grinned knowingly. “You guessed it right—it’s muffins. But this time, tangerine flavored. I know you love those the most.”

 

That made Yoongi pause. Without hesitation, he reached for the muffin, took a bite, and instantly stilled. It was soft, tangy, and deliciously fresh. An involuntary hum of satisfaction slipped past his lips.

 

“This is… actually good,” he admitted, glancing at Jungkook. “What’s the name of the shop?”

 

“It’s called Bloom and Bliss,” Jungkook replied, trying to hide his smile.

 

Yoongi nodded, already making a mental note. “Next time, order from them for our functions. They’re really good.”

 

Little did he know he was praising Jimin’s bakery.

 

Later, Jungkook leaned against Yoongi’s desk, arms crossed. “Hyung, aren’t you going home for Chuseok this year?”

 

Yoongi’s face darkened slightly. “You know well… Mom and Seokjin don’t like me. What would I do there? I’m better here.”

 

“Then come with me to Busan,” Jungkook said firmly. “My family won’t mind at all.”

 

Yoongi sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

 

“Nope.” Jungkook shook his head stubbornly. “You always say that and never come. This time, I won’t let you suffer alone. You need to socialize, Hyung. You deserve at least one warm holiday.”

 

Yoongi gave him a long look before finally giving in. “Okay, okay. I’ll go. Now stop pouting and get back to work.”

 

Jungkook grinned, his mission accomplished.

 

Days passed with the same routine—Yoongi working tirelessly, Jungkook dropping by the bakery almost every day, and Tae’s heart racing every time their eyes met.

 

One evening, Jimin raised a brow at Jungkook as he placed yet another order. “You know, I don’t think you come here just for muffins. Tell me honestly—are you here to meet Tae?”

 

Jungkook’s ears turned pink. “It’s not like that…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m going to Busan for Chuseok, and I wanted to take something sweet for my parents. They love desserts, and honestly, what better place than here?”

 

Jimin’s eyes widened. “Wait—you’re from Busan? I’m from Busan too! I’m going home for Chuseok, and Tae’s going as well—he’s from Daegu.”

 

Jungkook lit up at the coincidence. “Really? My boss is from Daegu too. He’s one of my closest friends—that’s why I’m dragging him with me to celebrate in Busan this year.”

 

Jimin laughed, delighted. “Then let’s meet up! It would be fun.”

 

Jungkook nodded eagerly. “Sure, the more the merrier.”

 

Jimin smirked knowingly, tilting his head toward the kitchen. “By the way, Tae’s inside. Normally, I don’t let anyone back there… but since you’re lucky, I’ll make an exception.”

 

Jungkook’s heart skipped as he whispered shyly, “Thanks, hyung.”

 

With that, he pushed the door open, step

ping into Tae’s world with a shy smile and a racing heart.

Notes:

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Chapter 5: Chapter 4

Summary:

Chuseok brings family warmth, long train rides, and a very unexpected reunion. Jimin comes home to Busan, Yoongi finds himself surrounded by a family’s love again, and fate decides to let the two cross paths—with plenty of bickering and a few nicknames neither of them expected.

Chapter 4

 

 

 

They were all set to go to Busan, but since they lived in different cities, Jimin traveled alone while Jungkook accompanied Yoongi, carrying a promise to meet again once they arrived.

 

After four long hours of traveling, the train finally slowed into Busan station. The festive air of Chuseok greeted them, filled with laughter, chatter, and the scent of traditional foods. They waved each other goodbye and departed for their respective homes.

 

Jimin dragged his small suitcase through the familiar lanes of his neighborhood. The sight of his home filled him with warmth, but nothing compared to the joy he felt when the door opened.

 

“Jimin-ah!” Hoseok, his elder brother, rushed forward with his usual bright smile and enveloped him in a tight hug. Hoseok had always been Jimin’s biggest support, the only one who constantly cared for him besides their parents.

Jimin hugged back with a wide smile, his heart feeling at peace. Coming home never felt complete without Hoseok’s presence.

 

On the other side of the city, Jungkook led Yoongi to his family’s house. The moment the door opened, his elder brother Jihyun greeted him warmly.

 

“Kook, you’re back!” Jihyun’s eyes curved in joy. “And you brought your boss with you too.”

 

Kook grinned, glancing at Yoongi. “Yes, hyung. This is Yoongi-hyung. He’s here to celebrate Chuseok with us.”

 

Yoongi bowed politely, but deep inside he was nervous. It had been years since he was welcomed into a family home like this.

 

“It’s good you brought him,” Jihyun said. “He will enjoy well with you.”

 

Their mother stepped forward with a kind smile. “For now, Yoongi-ssi, you can rest in the guest room. And Kook, your room is ready as always.”

 

Yoongi followed quietly, his heart heavy yet oddly comforted. He wasn’t used to this kind of acceptance anymore. For a moment, he thought of how different this warmth felt compared to the silence of his own family back in Daegu.

 

Jimin was busy cooking for his family. It had been a long time since they had eaten a meal prepared by his hands, and tonight he wanted to make them happy.

His parents and brother Hoseok savored every bite, smiling proudly, while his cousins and aunt—as usual—found reasons to taunt him. Jimin had grown used to it over the years, so he didn’t let their words affect him. Instead, he focused on the joy of seeing his immediate family enjoy his food.

 

Meanwhile, in another part of Busan, Yoongi sat at the dining table with Jungkook’s family. The warm chatter, the sound of chopsticks, and the light-hearted laughter filled the room.

It was such a wholesome moment for Yoongi, who had not experienced this kind of family warmth in years. His own home had turned into a place of silence and distance ever since his father’s death, and he hadn’t been cared for like this since.

 

As he quietly ate alongside Jungkook, a lump formed in his throat. He wanted to cry, but he kept his expression neutral so no one would notice how deeply it was affecting him. For the first time in so long, he felt loved, and that realization overwhelmed him.

 

After dinner, Yoongi turned to Jungkook.

“Kook, I want to go out for some fresh air. Will you come with me?”

 

Jungkook grinned. “Of course. I always love walking after meals. Besides, I wanted to talk with you anyway.”

 

The two of them left the house and walked toward the park. The night was peaceful—the moon peeked out from behind the drifting clouds, stars glittered brightly, and the cool breeze brushed past them gently.

 

On the other side of the city, Jimin told his family he was going for an evening walk. While strolling, he spotted a stray cat leisurely crossing the road.

His face immediately brightened. Kneeling down, he gently patted the cat, though he knew he could never adopt one because of his allergies. Still, moments like this gave him quiet joy.

 

Just then, Jungkook noticed a familiar figure crouching by the roadside.

“Hyung… Jimin-hyung? Is that you?”

 

Jimin turned at the sound of his name. “Kook? You live around here too? How come I’ve never seen you before?”

 

Jungkook chuckled. “That’s because I don’t usually stay here. Most of my time is spent in Seoul.”

 

Only then did Jimin notice the person standing beside Jungkook. His eyes widened.

“You?!”

 

Yoongi’s head snapped up, equally surprised.

“You?!”

 

Jungkook blinked between them. “Wait… you two know each other?”

 

Jimin crossed his arms. “Yes. I ran into this cat-faced, rude human earlier while making deliveries.”

 

Yoongi’s brows furrowed in offense. “Cat-faced? How dare you call me that when you yourself look like a baby chick.”

 

Jungkook nearly choked trying to hold back his laughter. He had never seen Yoongi speak like this to anyone, and the playful bickering was so unlike him.

 

Trying to settle things, Jungkook said, “Okay, okay. No need for a fight. But I guess I don’t need to introduce you both now. Still—formally—Jimin, this is Yoongi-hyung, my boss I mentioned before. And hyung, this is Jimin—the baker I buy muffins from every day.”

 

Yoongi smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Ah… that explains it. No wonder the muffins looked ugly and tasted bad.”

 

Jimin gasped in offense. “Take that back, you cat-faced human!”

 

Yoongi tilted his head with a sly grin. “Not a chance, Baby Chick Muffin.”

 

Jungkook burst into laughter, utterly enjoying the banter. It was rare to see Yoongi interact like this, so he let them continue, secretly entertained.

 

Finally, Jimin huffed and turned back to Jungkook. “Anyway, it was nice seeing you, Kook. Let’s exchange numbers—we should hang out together sometime.”

 

After petting the cat one last time, Jimin waved goodbye and walked off.

 

Still grinning, Jungkook turned to his hyung. “Hyung… what was that? I’m not complaining, but… wow.”

 

Yoongi was left speechless, unsure why he had reacted that way with Jimin. Instead of answering, he shoved his hands into his pockets and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

 

Notes:

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Do tell your thoughts about it.

Chapter 6: Chapter 5

Summary:

Yoongi finds comfort in writing lyrics while Jimin pours his emotions into sketches, both secretly creating in solitude.

As Chuseok arrives, Jimin prepares gifts and sweets for his family, while Yoongi experiences the warmth of Jungkook’s household traditions.

That evening, the two worlds meet when Jungkook brings Yoongi along to see Jimin. Playful banter over cookies softens the sharp edges between them, hinting at a slow but inevitable shift in their connection.

 

Chapter 5

 

 

Yoongi sat by the window of his guest room, the faint hum of evening outside mixing with the muffled laughter of Jungkook’s family from the kitchen.

The warmth of their dinner still lingered in his chest, an unfamiliar weight that pressed down on him in a way food alone never could.

It had been years since he’d felt anything close to this kind of love — the kind that came without conditions, without masks. It unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

 

The longer he sat there, the more restless his mind grew. When emotions became too much, Yoongi always turned to the one thing that never betrayed him: his pen.

He opened his notebook, its worn pages already filled with lyrics that no one else had ever seen. Words began to pour out effortlessly, his turmoil shaping itself into raw lines of poetry and music.

Each verse bled with longing and defiance — his quiet rebellion against the silence he had forced on himself for years. Writing was the only way he could breathe, the only place he could admit what his voice would never say aloud.

 

Across the city, another soul fought with his own noise. Jimin sat cross-legged on his bed, the soft lamplight spilling over his sketchbook. His pencil moved quickly, almost desperately, across the paper.

The first lines shaped the stray cat he had spotted under the streetlight earlier that night — its wide eyes reflecting loneliness he understood all too well.

But soon, almost without thinking, his hand drew the sharp eyes of a man he had argued with not long before. Yoongi’s gaze, cold yet strangely unforgettable, emerged from the page as though it demanded to exist.

 

Drawing was Jimin’s secret refuge. Just like Yoongi’s lyrics, it was the only place he allowed himself to store the feelings he couldn’t explain to anyone else. In those moments, paper and pencil became his confession.

And like Yoongi, when the last stroke was done, he felt exhaustion sweep over him. Somewhere lost in each other’s thoughts, though miles apart, both men drifted to sleep — Yoongi with his lyrics still uncapped on the nightstand, Jimin with smudges of graphite on his fingertips.

 

The next morning arrived quietly, sunlight soft against the curtains. Jungkook slipped into Yoongi’s room, balancing a steaming cup of black coffee in his hands. He leaned forward with a boyish grin.

“Hyung, your favorite,” he said, holding it out like it was something precious.

 

Yoongi blinked awake, groggy but touched. He accepted the cup with a small nod, the warmth seeping into his fingers. “Thanks, Kook,” he muttered, but his voice carried something softer than gratitude.

Moments like these reminded him of what he had lost long ago — and what he wasn’t sure he deserved to feel again.

 

Meanwhile, across the city, Jimin was already bustling about. The kitchen was alive with clattering pans as he brewed tea for his parents and set trays of sweets neatly on the table. Today was Chuseok, and the house buzzed with preparations.

Hanboks were laid out carefully on the bed, their bright colors gleaming, gifts wrapped with care in cloth coverings. Jimin’s heart warmed as he watched his family gather, each member moving with purpose and reverence.

 

They performed the ancestral rites with quiet devotion, bowing before the table laid with food offerings.

Jimin handed his parents thoughtful gifts and placed a carefully chosen present in Hobi-hyung’s hands, smiling as Hobi pulled him into a tight hug. “You always think of everything,” Hobi whispered, and Jimin’s chest swelled at the simple affirmation.

 

But hidden among the sweets and gifts was a small box he had set aside — something he wanted to give Jungkook later. He smiled faintly to himself at the thought.

 

In Jungkook’s house, the festive spirit was just as alive. His mother fussed around, laughing as she insisted Yoongi try on a hanbok. At first, Yoongi resisted, his lips curling into a scowl.

But eventually, he gave in. When he emerged dressed in the traditional attire, the family clapped in delight. Jungkook beamed, tugging playfully at his sleeve.

For the first time in years, Yoongi felt himself blending into a family gathering, the kind he thought he had lost forever. The quiet joy of being included nearly overwhelmed him, and he found himself slipping outside for a moment of air, clutching his notebook like a lifeline.

 

As evening descended, Jungkook approached him. “Hyung, do you want to come with me? I’m going to meet Jimin.”

 

The name landed like a spark in Yoongi’s chest. Jimin, who haunted his thoughts more than he cared to admit. He hesitated only a moment before nodding. “Fine. But don’t make me regret it.”

 

At the park nearby, the lamps glowed softly against the night air. Jimin arrived first, sitting on a bench beneath a tree, the box of sweets resting in his lap.

His gaze wandered restlessly until he saw Jungkook approaching — and beside him, the figure he hadn’t expected but somehow knew would come.

 

“Kook,” Jimin greeted warmly, his tone lifting.

Jungkook said I brought him with me hope you don't mind. Jimin then glanced at Yoongi, his tone sharpening slightly, “I don’t mind if he doesn’t either.”

Yoongi arched an eyebrow but said nothing, sliding his hands into his pockets.

 

To break the tension, Jimin opened the box of sweets and handed it to Jungkook. “These are for you, Kook. I saved them specially.”

 

Jungkook blinked in surprise, touched. “You didn’t have to… but thank you. I feel bad though, I didn’t bring anything for you.”

 

Jimin’s lips curved into a soft smile. “It’s okay. You can give me something later.”

 

Inside the box were animal-shaped cookies. Jungkook laughed out loud, holding one up. “These are adorable.” He picked out a cat-shaped cookie and offered it to Yoongi with a grin. “Perfect match, don’t you think?”

 

Jimin chuckled, eyes glinting. “Exactly. Cat-shaped cookie for cat-like human.”

 

Yoongi smirked, breaking his silence. He plucked another cookie from the box and held it out toward Jimin. “Then here’s yours, Baby Chick.”

 

Jimin flushed lightly at the nickname, rolling his eyes but accepting the cookie anyway. Jungkook, meanwhile, happily bit into a bunny-shaped piece, his laughter echoing.

“These are delicious, Jimin. My family will love them too.” He paused before adding, “Let’s go to the amusement park tomorrow. It’s our last day here, and I want to end it with something fun.”

 

Jimin nodded after a moment. “Alright. I need to get back to my shop soon anyway.”

 

The three lingered under the streetlight, their conversation flowing casually despite the unspoken tension weaving between Yoongi and Jimin.

Eventually, Jimin waved goodbye and disappeared into the night, his footsteps fading softly.

 

A silence fell as Jungkook and Yoongi stood side by side. Jungkook glanced at him with a knowing smile. “I’m glad I brought you here. You’re changing, hyung. I can see it already.”

 

Yoongi rolled his eyes, trying to mask the flicker of truth in those words. “Shut up, you talk too much.”

 

But deep inside, as the night pressed close around them, he knew Jungkook was right.

Notes:

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Chapter 7: Chapter 6

Summary:

Sometimes the simplest days leave the biggest memories. Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook escape their usual routines for a fun outing to the amusement park, discovering laughter, little surprises, and quiet moments that linger longer than expected.

Chapter 6

 

 

 

The morning dawned quietly, the calm of a new day settling gently over the town. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the rooms.

Outside, birds chirped lazily, and the faint hum of early traffic mingled with the occasional laughter of children on their way to school.

Inside, life moved at its usual rhythm, yet there was a subtle excitement lingering in the air—today wasn’t just another day.

 

Jimin moved through his morning routine with a quiet sense of anticipation. He finished his breakfast, taking small bites, savoring the warmth of his tea and the gentle crunch of toast.

After cleaning up the dishes and tidying the house, he paused for a moment by the window, watching the town slowly come to life. A day outside… just a simple day. I hope it’s nice, he thought, a small smile tugging at his lips.

 

Meanwhile, Jungkook and Yoongi prepared for their outing. Jungkook hummed a tune under his breath, clearly excited, while Yoongi adjusted his jacket with a faint flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

Will I actually enjoy this…? he wondered. But the thought of being with Jungkook—and maybe even Jimin—made him willing to step out of his comfort zone.

He trusted Jungkook to plan the day perfectly, knowing his friend would make it fun, despite his own hesitations.

 

The three of them eventually converged at the amusement park. Jungkook and Yoongi arrived first and waited near the entrance, watching as families and friends walked past, laughter and chatter filling the air.

Five minutes later, Jimin arrived, his eyes bright, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he greeted Jungkook.

 

Then he looked at Yoongi.

 

Yoongi was wearing a soft, cozy sweater that somehow made him look even gentler, more approachable, almost… adorable.

Jimin felt a sudden, unexpected warmth rise in his chest at the sight. Before he could stop himself, his eyes lingered a little too long.

Yoongi noticed immediately, a subtle smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

 

“If you’re done staring at me, we can go inside.”

 

Jimin flinched, quickly looking away. “Don’t give yourself too much importance. I wasn’t looking at you at all.” Definitely not, he insisted to himself, even as his heartbeat betrayed him.

 

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening, but he didn’t press further.

Together, the three of them stepped into the amusement park, the smell of popcorn, cotton candy, and freshly baked pretzels filling their senses.

The park buzzed with energy: children ran ahead, couples strolled hand in hand, and colorful banners fluttered in the breeze. They paused for a moment, taking it all in before deciding which ride to try first.

 

Jimin’s eyes lit up as he pointed toward the carousel. “Let’s go on the carousel.”

 

The others agreed without hesitation, and soon, they had three tickets in hand. The carousel spun slowly, colorful lights reflecting off the polished wooden horses, and cheerful music played in the background.

Jimin laughed, the sound light and carefree, as he rode alongside Jungkook and Yoongi.

 

Afterward, Jungkook suggested the Ferris wheel.

 

Jimin hesitated, his stomach twisting slightly. Heights had never been his strong suit. “You both go. I’ll wait here. I’m hungry, so I’ll grab something.”

 

Yoongi’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Aww, Baby Chick is scared of heights. What else can you expect from a shortie like you?”

 

Jimin puffed out his chest indignantly. “How dare you! You’re just 2cm taller than me. And I’m not scared at all!”

 

Fueled by a sudden surge of ego, Jimin insisted on joining them. Jungkook, knowing he’d likely be the third wheel but wanting to keep the peace, went along.

They climbed into the Ferris wheel, sitting in order: Yoongi, Jimin, then Jungkook.

 

As the ride began its fast ascent, Jimin’s confident facade crumbled almost instantly.

 

“Eomma, save me!” he screamed, grabbing Yoongi’s hand with surprising force, leaving marks.

Yoongi flinched but didn’t say a word, letting Jimin cling to him. As the Ferris wheel reached its peak, the world below looked small and distant, and Jimin’s panic intensified.

 

Yet, through it all, Yoongi laughed—first softly, then fully, a rare, genuine laugh that seemed to brighten the whole ride.

 

Jimin blinked, stunned. He hadn’t expected this. Even Jungkook, who knew Yoongi well, looked shocked. His hyung hadn’t laughed like this in a long time.

 

“Hyung, why are you laughing?” Jungkook asked.

 

Yoongi glanced at Jimin with a playful glint in his eyes. “Someone said they weren’t scared… and you should’ve seen their face when the Ferris wheel started.”

 

Jimin’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. I can’t believe this… he muttered, mumbling something about getting food before continuing. Jungkook nodded, saying he was hungry too.

 

They wandered toward a small café, the aroma of coffee, pastries, and grilled sandwiches guiding them inside.

Jimin ate quickly, keeping his eyes firmly on his plate to avoid meeting Yoongi’s gaze.

Yoongi, however, watched quietly, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he observed Jimin enjoying his meal.

Suddenly, Jungkook put his chopsticks between Jimin's lip when he was eating and it looked like beak. 

 

“You literally look like a chick,” Jungkook teased.

 

Yoongi smirked at Jungkook. “Now you know why I call him Baby Chick.”

 

Kicking slightly, Jimin murmured shyly, “Kook, let me eat in peace!” 

 

After finishing their meal, they explored more rides, the day passing in a blur of laughter, screams, and shared excitement. At one point, Jimin’s eyes lit up as he spotted a photo booth.

 

“Let’s click some pictures to make memories. See, there are props too!” he exclaimed.

 

They stepped inside, the camera clicking repeatedly as they posed with silly hats, oversized glasses, and feather boas.

Yoongi kept his usual calm, resting face, but Jimin insisted he smile at least once. The final photo captured a genuine smile from Yoongi—a rare moment frozen in time.

Jimin decided to keep that one for himself, a little treasure from the day.

 

At the exit gate, the scent of cotton candy caught their attention. Jimin’s eyes lit up instantly.

“As expected of you. You literally have a sweet tooth. I don’t know how you digest it,” Yoongi said, shaking his head after seeing Jimin's reaction over cotton candy. 

 

Jimin stuck out his tongue. “Not everyone is grumpy and allergic to sweetness like you.”

 

With cotton candy in hand and hearts full of small, cherished memories, they bid each other farewell, heading back to their respective homes.

The day had been a refreshing break from the usual chaos of life—a reminder that joy could be found in simple pleasures, in laughter shared, and in moments where time seemed to slow just for them. 

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Chapter 8: Chapter 7

Summary:

Jimin avoids the spotlight at his cousin’s engagement, weighed down by family words that cut too deep. Outside, he meets Yoongi—bored, bitter, but determined to make him smile. One careless joke, one genuine laugh, and the night feels different than either of them expected.

Chapter 7

 

 

 

Life slowly returned to its usual rhythm, yet the holiday left a lingering warmth that refused to fade. Even in the quiet of their everyday routines, subtle changes had settled over them like an invisible veil.

Yoongi found himself humming melodies he hadn’t touched in months, his fingers unconsciously drumming beats against the armrest of chairs, tabletops, and even his coffee cup.

The music inside him, which had long felt buried beneath layers of silence and exhaustion, was gradually resurfacing.

 

Jimin, on the other hand, had begun sketching with a newfound vibrancy. His drawings no longer carried just shapes and outlines but emotions—depths of laughter, shades of longing, and even hints of vulnerability he usually kept hidden from the world.

The little details—curves of lips, glimmers of eyes, light strokes that captured the warmth of fleeting moments—spoke of his unspoken thoughts.

One day, while preparing a fresh batch of muffins for the bakery, Jimin’s phone buzzed with a familiar ringtone.

He wiped his flour-dusted hands on his apron and answered. His parents’ voices, warm yet a little tired from travel, instantly filled him with joy.

 

They told him they were coming to Seoul for a month for his cousin’s wedding. Jimin’s heart leapt at the thought of spending time with them. He happily agreed, promising to pick them up and help set up the house for their stay.

 

Although his family owned a house in Seoul, Jimin had chosen independence and preferred living in his small flat nearby. Still, he never missed an opportunity to help his parents.

A few hours later, he drove to the station, hugged them tightly upon arrival, and busied himself carrying their luggage into the house.

After settling them in, he went to the kitchen to prepare tea and snacks—something warm and light after their long journey.

But his aunt’s words pierced through the cozy atmosphere like a sharp blade.

“It’s my daughter Sara’s wedding,” she said firmly, her tone laced with disdain. “And I don’t want you near the function too much. You’re an ill omen for the family.”

 

The words, heavy with judgment, struck Jimin like a sudden blow. She was referring to the secret Jimin had kept from everyone, the part of him that had never been accepted fully within his family circle.

He felt a pang of sadness, his chest tightening. But instead of protesting or defending himself, Jimin simply lowered his eyes and nodded quietly.

 

“I understand,” he whispered. With a small, polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes, he excused himself, saying he had work to get back to.

 

He returned to his bakery, burying his pain beneath trays of muffins and the comforting smell of sugar and butter. But deep down, the sting of his aunt’s rejection lingered like an unhealed wound.

 

Meanwhile, in Daegu, Seokjin was facing his own crossroads. He had recently been informed about a transfer—one that would move him to Seoul with a generous salary and new opportunities.

At first, his mother was reluctant. She had not stepped outside Daegu since their father’s passing, holding onto memories in the walls of their home. Change, to her, felt like betrayal.

 

But Jin, with his calm persuasion and gentle patience, reassured her that everything was ready. She wouldn’t have to worry about a single thing.

 

“It’s a new start, Eomma,” he said softly. “You only need to stay with me. I’ll take care of everything.”

 

At last, after days of persuasion, she agreed. Neither of them realized that fate had played a quiet trick on them. The house they had chosen in Seoul stood directly opposite Jimin’s family home.

 

By the very next day, Jin and his mother had moved in, their new life beginning just across the street.

In Jimin’s household, his mother, ever thoughtful, suggested preparing a small housewarming gift for the new neighbors.

Wanting to help, Jimin baked a fresh batch of sweets—lightly golden, sweet-smelling, soft to the touch. Carefully packing them in a neat box tied with ribbon, he walked over to the newly moved-in house.

 

When he knocked, the door opened to reveal a kind-looking woman—Jin’s mother.

“Hello, Aunty. I’m Jimin, your next-door neighbor,” he greeted warmly. “I heard you recently moved, so I wanted to gift you these sweets as a housewarming gesture.”

Her eyes softened at his politeness. Touched by his effort, she invited him inside. But Jimin shook his head with a gentle smile.

 

“Thanks for the offer, Aunty, but I’m quite busy with my cousin’s wedding preparations. I’ll definitely come later for sure.”

 

Jin’s mother watched him leave, a small smile tugging at her lips. What a gentle and kind young man, she thought. Little did Jimin know that this woman was none other than Yoongi’s mother.

 

A week later, the house buzzed with wedding excitement. It was the day of his cousin’s engagement, and the family home was overflowing with relatives, decorations, and preparations.

Jimin’s mother extended an invitation to Jin and his mother, who had grown close to her in just a few days.

 

Coincidentally, Yoongi was also invited. The groom-to-be was the son of a close business partner of Yoongi’s company.

 

The engagement hall shimmered with golden lights and vibrant flowers. Laughter and music filled the air as relatives bustled about, adjusting decorations, arranging trays of sweets, and rehearsing last-minute rituals.

 

Jimin was everywhere—checking flower arrangements, reminding waiters about timings, ensuring no detail went unnoticed.

Yet, when the moment of the ring exchange arrived, he slipped quietly behind the scenes. His aunt’s earlier words echoed in his ears, and rather than risk drawing unwanted attention, he chose to step away.

 

Yoongi arrived at the venue with his usual detached air. He walked in, scanning the place casually, his face unreadable.

But then, suddenly, his gaze froze. Across the hall stood his brother and his mother.

 

Shock flickered across his features, replacing his earlier boredom. As he approached, Jin and his mother stiffened. Their faces hardened instantly, walls rising between them.

“We don’t want to talk to you. No drama here,” his mother said coldly, her voice void of warmth.

Yoongi swallowed the sting, his voice softer than ever. “How are you, Eomma? Hyung?”

 

But his words dissolved into the noise of the hall, unanswered. They turned their attention back to the ceremony, pretending he wasn’t even there. The sting of rejection—so familiar yet so fresh—cut into him again.

 

Needing air, Yoongi stepped outside. The cool night breeze brushed against his face, and that’s when he noticed someone else standing there.

It was Jimin.

 

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi asked, surprise lacing his tone.

“It’s my cousin’s engagement,” Jimin replied. “And you?”

“It’s my business partner’s son’s engagement. They invited me.” Yoongi tilted his head, observing him. “But shouldn’t you be inside enjoying your cousin’s engagement?”

 

Jimin fell silent. Something in his expression shifted—his usual sass and cheer dimmed, replaced by a flicker of sadness and loneliness.

Yoongi frowned. He didn’t like it. He got used to Jimin’s brightness for the past few days, he liked Jimin's smiling face.

 

In an attempt to lighten the moment, he leaned closer with a mischievous smirk. “I wonder who the next unlucky fellow will be to suffer from your bakery sweetness attack.

I’m already dying from it.” He clutched his chest dramatically, pretending as though he were actually collapsing.

 

Jimin couldn’t help but smile at his antics. “Don’t worry, you won’t die from it. And by the way, your acting is so poor, no one would be convinced.”

“But it made you smile, so it’s worth it,” Yoongi replied softly.

 

Heat rushed to Jimin’s ears, turning them red. He looked away, flustered, while Yoongi chuckled quietly.

 

For a while, they stood side by side under the night sky.

The moon peeked through drifting clouds, stars glimmered faintly above, and a chilly breeze carried the fragrance of flowers from the hall. The world outside the glittering engagement seemed to fall away.

 

Neither of them realized that fate, with quiet patience, was weaving their lives together—thread by thread—setting the stage for changes that would alter their paths forever.

 

Notes:

From here the main plot will start. I will try to make it engaging so bare with me if it isn't to your liking.
It's my first time writing so I am still learning things.
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Chapter 9: Chapter 8

Summary:

Jimin can’t shake off the memory of Yoongi’s smile from the night before, and his usual sass crumbles into shy gestures he doesn’t quite understand. A simple thank-you gift, wrapped with care, finds its way to Yoongi—who discovers that even cookies can carry unspoken feelings. Between teasing friends and lingering glances, something begins to shift quietly between them.

Chapter 8

 

 

 

Morning sunlight filtered through Jimin’s curtains, spilling across the soft cream walls and warming the quiet flat.

The early city sounds reached faintly through the half-open window—the distant honk of cars, the hum of a bus starting its route, the chatter of neighbors exchanging morning greetings.

 

Jimin lay still for a moment, eyes half-closed, his face buried in the pillow. Normally, mornings were easy for him; he’d spring out of bed, humming a tune, ready to start his day with the same cheer that made him well-loved.

But today felt different. The warmth on his face wasn’t only from the sun—it was from the memory that kept replaying in his mind.

 

The events of last night lingered stubbornly. Yoongi’s quiet smile had been softer than usual, his words carrying that playful edge that left Jimin flustered, and most of all, that strange flutter in his chest had refused to fade.

He turned over in bed, groaning quietly as if trying to shake it off, but instead his heart only beat faster.

Normally sassy and confident, Jimin wasn’t used to this type of nervous energy. Something in him was shifting, tugging at him in ways he couldn’t explain.

 

Outside, Seoul was waking up with its usual rhythm—delivery trucks moving down the street, students hurrying to school, the aroma of coffee drifting from nearby cafés.

But inside Jimin’s small flat, it felt like time had slowed, like he was standing at the edge of something new without fully realizing what it meant.

 

With a determined exhale, he pulled himself out of bed. Tae had taken care of the shop yesterday because of the engagement preparations, and Jimin was grateful.

But the thought of leaving it to Tae again today didn’t sit right with him. He didn’t want his best friend to shoulder all the burden, so he decided he’d go in and handle things himself.

 

He moved through his morning routine carefully, almost deliberately. Washing his face, he caught his reflection in the mirror and blinked at the faint color on his cheeks.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Yet even as he combed his hair and tied his apron neatly at the waist, the memory of Yoongi’s teasing smirk hovered at the back of his mind.

 

By the time he reached the shop, the comforting familiarity grounded him. The scent of flour and butter always made him feel at home.

He rolled up his sleeves and began preparing the muffins for the day, measuring out ingredients with practiced ease. The hum of the oven, the clinking of bowls, and the steady rhythm of mixing soothed his thoughts.

For a while, he managed to lose himself in the work, focusing on the simple, tangible tasks in front of him.

 

The bell above the shop door jingled, and Jimin glanced up briefly from the counter.

Jungkook walked in, tall and bright-eyed despite the early hour. Tae was already stationed at the counter, flashing his usual cheerful smile.

 

Tae: “Hi, Jungkook! How are you? It’s been a few days since you last came here.”

 

Jungkook: “I was busy with work and had to go out of town, so I didn’t get a chance to come.”

 

Jimin returned just then, balancing a tray of fresh muffins. The warm, buttery scent spread through the shop, and with it, he also carried a small batch of cookies—the same kind he had once given Jungkook during the Chuseok festival.

 

Jimin: “Hi, Kook. How are you doing?”

 

Jungkook: “I’m fine. Yoongi Hyung is fine too. Can you pack something for him and my usual?”

 

Jimin: “I didn’t even ask about him, though.”

 

Jungkook (teasingly): “I thought you’d like to know, seeing how you two were interacting during Chuseok.”

 

The words hit their mark. Jimin’s ears flushed a deep red, and his hand faltered slightly as he set the tray down.

He bit his lip and avoided eye contact, suddenly shy. Tae noticed this shift immediately.

Jimin, who was usually bold enough to tease anyone without hesitation, was now acting bashful? Tae’s eyes widened in disbelief.

 

Tae (acting offended and betrayed): “Jimin, how could you do this to me? How could you hide this from me? I want all the details! Now my best friend doesn’t share anything with me—my purpose in life is over!”

 

Jungkook laughed, clearly enjoying himself, and decided to push the teasing further.

 

Jungkook: “Yes, Hyung, you should tell him what happened. And if you want, Tae, I can share all the pics I have as blackmail.”

 

Tae (dramatically clutching his chest): “You are a lifesaver, Jungkook! From now on, you’re my friend. My best friend doesn’t share anything with me.”

 

Jimin groaned, his face burning, and turned away.

Jimin: “Shut up, both of you.”

 

He busied himself behind the counter, arranging muffins and dusting off crumbs as if his life depended on it.

His movements were brisk, but his hunched shoulders betrayed his embarrassment. Tae and Jungkook exchanged knowing looks, both amused by how easily they could fluster him.

 

After some time, Jimin reappeared with Jungkook’s usual order neatly packed. Alongside it, he carried a small, carefully wrapped box.

He held it a little too tightly, his thumb brushing over the smooth paper as though reluctant to let it go.

 

Jimin (shyly, almost mumbling): “Can you give this to Yoongi?”

 

Jungkook’s grin widened.

 

Jungkook: “Sure, I’ll be glad to be your messenger.”

 

Jimin ducked his head, pretending to straighten a basket of bread rolls while trying to hide his expression.

Tae raised his brows, nearly bursting with questions.

 

As soon as Jungkook left, Tae squealed, his voice echoing through the shop.

 

Tae: “Jimin! What was that? Has the sun risen in the opposite direction? Park Jimin is smiling and sending a wrapped box to someone!”

Jimin pressed his lips together, cheeks warm.

 

Jimin: “It’s not like that. He helped me yesterday, and I just wanted to thank him.”

 

Tae: “Okay, okay, I won’t tease you more… but you have to tell me everything later.”

 

Jimin: “I will, Tae. Let me finish my work first so we don’t fall behind.”

 

Tae eyed him suspiciously but didn’t press further, though he was clearly itching to know more.

 

Meanwhile, Jungkook arrived at Yoongi’s cabin. The space smelled faintly of coffee and ink, papers neatly stacked on the desk. Yoongi glanced up from his work as Jungkook stepped in.

 

Jungkook: “Hyung, here you go. It’s from someone. Jimin asked me to give it to you personally.”

 

Yoongi’s expression softened for just a second, a small smile tugging at his lips, before his usual neutral mask returned.

 

Yoongi: “Go to work now. Don’t slack off.”

 

Jungkook (grinning): “Okay, Hyung. Enjoy your gift in peace.”

 

After Jungkook left, the cabin fell quiet again. Yoongi rested his hands on the small box for a moment before carefully untying the ribbon.

Inside, he found a set of animal-shaped cookies, decorated with obvious care.

It was the like the one Jimin gave to Jungkook during Chuseok.

Meanwhile A cat-shaped one sat in the center, its icing more neat and precise and decorated more precise than others.

His gaze lingered on it longer than he intended.

Tucked beneath the cookies was a small folded note.

 

Note: Thank you for yesterday.

 

Yoongi stared at the words, the corners of his mouth curving despite himself. He wasn’t one to indulge in sweets often, but somehow these felt different.

He picked up the cat-shaped cookie and held it lightly, his chest tightening in a way he couldn’t explain.

 

He took a small bite. It was simple, sweet, and warm in a way he didn’t expect.

But more than the taste, it was the thought behind it—the careful wrapping, the note, the way he could almost imagine Jimin’s shy expression as he’d written it.

 

For the rest of the day, the cookies sat on his desk, and though Yoongi returned to his work, his eyes drifted toward the box more often than he admitted.

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Chapter 10: Chapter 9

Summary:

What was supposed to be a simple wedding dress fitting turns into an unexpected encounter. When Jimin rushes out for a last-minute delivery and ends up without his phone, he crosses paths with Yoongi on a quiet, shadowed street.

Between sharp words, unexpected care, and a car ride that feels far too close, something unspoken lingers between them.

Chapter 9

 

 

 

Jimin’s day was going as usual. The shop had its steady rhythm—customers coming and going, the soft chatter of neighbors stopping by for bread, and the sweet aroma of baked goods clinging to his apron.

He moved around with practiced ease, hands busy but mind drifting elsewhere. He was tired, yes, but the kind of tired that came with contentment.

 

Later in the afternoon, his phone buzzed. It was his mother, her voice filled with warmth and insistence.

 

She reminded him to come home early—they had to go for the wedding dress fitting. Jimin smiled softly at the sound of her voice.

It wasn’t every day she called him with such excitement. There was something comforting about her reminders, the way she always worried over details, always wanting everything to be perfect.

 

With that in mind, he worked extra hard, determined to finish earlier than usual.

He rolled out one more batch of dough, dusted the counters clean, and arranged the trays neatly, so Tae wouldn’t find a mess later.

By the time evening came, Jimin had closed up the shop and was back home, showered, and dressed, ready to go with his family.

 

The atmosphere at home was buzzing with anticipation. His parents were already waiting, smiling as they saw him come down the stairs.

Jin and his mother were invited too; they were new neighbours with whom the family got close in the the meantime . Together, they piled into cars and headed for the boutique.

 

At the boutique, the atmosphere was lively. Racks of shimmering fabrics caught the light, and assistants flitted around with measuring tapes and notebooks, eager to please.

Everyone was busy choosing clothes for the wedding—his cousin trying on dresses, his mother debating colors, Jin making casual comments that had everyone laughing. It felt warm, chaotic, and full of life.

 

Yoongi arrived a little later, directly from his office. His presence shifted the air subtly. Dressed in his usual sharp clothes, with his tie slightly loosened from a long day, he greeted the groom’s family politely.

They had called him over, after all, and he never ignored such responsibilities.

 

Meanwhile, Jimin’s phone buzzed again. It was a call from Mr. Hyun, the catering supplier they often worked with.

His voice was rushed, apologetic. An urgent delivery had to be done, and the payment would be doubled.

Jimin hesitated for a moment, glancing at his family absorbed in their own tasks.

Tae was out of town for family reasons, and there was no one else to handle it.

 

So Jimin made a quick decision. He slipped away quietly, not wanting to disturb the others who were happily immersed in shopping.

In his rush, he forgot his phone on the couch at home, completely unmindful of how important it might become later.

 

After finishing his own selection of clothes, Yoongi excused himself. “I have pending work,” he said in his usual clipped tone.

No one questioned it—Yoongi was always busy, after all.

 

Driving back, the night pressing around the city, Yoongi’s sharp eyes caught sight of someone waving for a lift by the roadside.

He slowed the car and lowered the window, curiosity flickering across his usually calm features. His brows lifted when he recognized the familiar figure.

 

It was Jimin.

 

Yoongi: “What are you doing here?”

 

Jimin looked flustered, a faint shine of sweat on his temple from walking.

 

Jimin: “My bike stopped. I was delivering an urgent order… I left in such a hurry I forgot my phone. Can I borrow yours to call home?”

 

Without hesitation, Yoongi handed him his phone. Jimin unlocked it, only to see the dreaded black screen. Dead. Completely useless.

 

Jimin sighed, shoulders slumping. 

 

Jimin: “Of course. Even your phone’s useless. How am I supposed to call now?”

 

Yoongi leaned an elbow on the window frame, smirk tugging at his lips.

 

Yoongi (smirking): “You asked for a phone. I gave you one. You didn’t ask for a charged one.”

 

Jimin rolled his eyes, exasperated.

 

Jimin (rolling eyes): “You’re impossible. Forget it, I’ll figure something out myself.”

 

He stepped back, refusing the unspoken offer in Yoongi’s gaze, and began walking along the dim street. His pride wouldn’t let him accept help so easily, especially not from Yoongi.

 

But as he walked, the teasing voices of Jungkook and Tae echoed in his mind, reminding him of how they had cornered him about Yoongi only a few days earlier.

His cheeks warmed at the memory, his chest tightening in that confusing way it always did now. Maybe that’s why, when he saw Yoongi here, he acted colder than usual. Defensive.

 

Yoongi stayed in the car, eyes narrowing as he watched Jimin’s small figure in the distance.

The street was quiet, too quiet, the narrow lanes cloaked in shadows that stretched long under the faint streetlights. Something in Yoongi tightened, uneasy at the sight.

 

He pulled the car forward slowly, rolling down the road beside Jimin.

 

Yoongi (irritated): “Stop being reckless. Get in.”

 

Jimin (coldly): “I said I’ll manage. You don’t have to bother.”

 

Yoongi (firm): “Walking alone at this hour isn’t ‘managing.’ It’s being stupid.”

 

Jimin ignored him, jaw tight, steps faster. His pride screamed louder than his common sense, and though his heart raced with nerves, he couldn’t bring himself to give in.

 

Yoongi’s patience snapped. He clenched his jaw, pulled the car to the curb, and stepped out.

His shoes clicked against the pavement as he strode toward Jimin. Without a word, he caught Jimin by the wrist and tugged him firmly toward the car.

 

Jimin (struggling): “Yah! What are you doing? Let go!”

 

Yoongi: “No. I won't". 

Jimin’s eyes widened, his voice sharp with frustration.

 

Jimin: “Why do you even care?”

 

For a moment, Yoongi’s gaze softened, the sharpness giving way to something heavier, deeper. He held Jimin’s eyes, his voice quiet but steady.

 

Yoongi: “Because someone has to.”

 

Jimin froze at the words, his chest stuttering. His wrist tingled where Yoongi held him, and though he tried to shake it off, the sincerity in Yoongi’s tone left him rattled.

 

Still, his pride wouldn’t let him bend so easily. He tugged again, muttering under his breath. Yoongi exhaled harshly, then, without warning, bent down and scooped Jimin up in his arms.

 

Jimin (angrily, thrashing): “Put me down! I’m not a kid!”

 

Yoongi (with quiet frustration): “Then stop acting like one.”

 

Jimin’s protests echoed into the night, but Yoongi didn’t budge. He carried him with firm, steady strides, set him into the passenger seat, and shut the door with finality.

Then, without looking at him, he returned to the driver’s seat and started the car.

 

The drive that followed was quiet, but not the heavy silence of anger—rather, a charged silence, one that hummed with unsaid things.

The faint hum of the engine, the occasional flicker of passing streetlights, the closeness of the car’s small space—all of it made the air feel warmer, closer.

 

Jimin sat stiffly at first, arms crossed, his gaze glued to the window. His reflection in the glass revealed the stubborn pout of his lips.

Yet as the car moved steadily forward, the corners of his mouth softened, curving ever so slightly. He didn’t want Yoongi to see it, but the truth slipped out anyway.

 

Because even through his pride, even through his stubbornness, there was something undeniably comforting about being cared for—especially by someone like Yoongi.

 

And Yoongi, though his eyes stayed on the road, caught the faint curve of Jimin’s lips in the reflection of the glass. His own lips twitched into a subtle smile, the kind he would never admit to.

 

The rest of the night stretched ahead, unknown and unspoken, but for the first time, the silence between them felt like it meant something.

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Chapter 11: Chapter 10

Summary:

Yoongi hides behind work, Jimin hides behind routine—but the rain, a forgotten earring, and a stolen moment in an office blur the lines between them. Sometimes, the smallest things say what words can’t.

Chapter 10

 

 

 

Yoongi buried himself in work the next morning, flipping through thick files and sitting through one meeting after another, his face as unreadable as always.

To anyone looking, he was the picture of composure—calm, sharp, and detached, as though nothing unusual had happened the night before.

His colleagues spoke, he responded curtly, and the day went on.

 

But behind that mask, his mind wasn’t quite so steady. Every now and then, against his will, images from last night crept in. Jimin’s stubborn figure walking down the empty street, refusing to give up.

The tiny pout of his lips when the phone refused to work. And worst of all—the fleeting, delicate smile Jimin had given in the car, soft enough to vanish if you blinked, but still vivid in Yoongi’s memory.

He hadn’t been meant to notice it. Yet he had. And now, it refused to leave him alone.

 

On the other side of the city, Jimin carried on with his day at the café, pretending nothing was amiss. He chatted with customers, measured flour, whisked eggs, and sprinkled sugar as if life was perfectly normal.

But no matter how hard he tried, the memories intruded.

Each pause, each quiet moment, pulled him back to the sound of Yoongi’s irritated voice, the unexpected warmth of his hand gripping his wrist firmly, and above all, that one line, simple but heavy— “Because someone has to.”

 

He had told himself not to overthink it, not to let it echo in his mind. Yet it echoed anyway, louder than anything else.

 

Jimin shook his head quickly, as if the physical act could scatter the thoughts. But the harder he tried to ignore them, the more stubbornly they clung to him.

 

He was busy in the kitchen that afternoon, carefully folding chocolate into muffin batter, when his phone buzzed on the counter. Wiping his hands hastily on his apron, he glanced at the screen. Jungkook’s name flashed across it.

 

“Hyung,” Jungkook’s cheerful voice came through as soon as he answered, “I have a favor. We need some of your café’s magic for the company’s annual meeting.

Muffins, choco lava cake, and some cookies too, if possible. I’d come and pick them up, but things are crazy here with the event prep. Could you… maybe deliver them yourself?”

 

Jimin hesitated only for a moment before agreeing. “Sure, but it’ll take me some time. I want to bake everything fresh so it’ll last longer.”

 

“Perfect. I’ll text you the address,” Jungkook replied, relief evident in his tone.

 

Hours later, Jimin stood at the counter of his café, carefully packing the order. Each muffin was wrapped neatly, the cakes boxed with care, cookies arranged like jewels on a tray.

He tied the ribbons a little too perfectly, his hands moving automatically while his mind drifted back, uninvited, to last night again. He shook the thought away with a sigh, stacked the boxes, and set off.

 

At the company, he approached the sleek reception desk, politely asked for Jungkook, and was directed upstairs.

The elevator ride was smooth and silent, the polished metal walls reflecting his nervous frown. Once he reached the floor, he spotted Jungkook quickly.

 

“Hyung, you’re a lifesaver,” Jungkook grinned, taking the packages with grateful hands.

 

“Don’t thank me yet. Just make sure  everyone eats them before they vanish,” Jimin replied with a small smile.

 

He was about to leave when a sudden rumble outside caught his attention. The skies had opened up without warning—it was pouring, sheets of rain cascading against the glass windows.

Jimin frowned, biting his lip. He had completely forgotten to check the forecast, and of course, he hadn’t brought an umbrella.

 

Jungkook noticed his hesitation instantly. “Hyung, why don’t you wait inside until the rain slows down? My cabin is free.”

 

Jimin shook his head quickly. “I don’t want to intrude on your personal space. It’s fine, I can just wait outside.”

 

Jungkook’s smile was warm but firm. “It’s really no problem. You must be exhausted after baking all this. Please—come in. Rest for a bit.”

 

Reluctantly, Jimin nodded. “Okay then. Thank you.”

 

The cabin was spacious yet cozy, with a soft leather couch by the window. Jimin lowered himself onto it, intending to sit only for a moment.

But the steady patter of rain against the glass, mixed with the hum of the air conditioner, lulled him quicker than he expected. His body, tired from the morning’s work, betrayed him.

Before he knew it, his eyelids had grown heavy, and he drifted into sleep.

 

His small frame curled up naturally on the couch, and the chill in the air made him shiver faintly.

 

That was how Yoongi found him.

 

After finishing a long discussion with Namjoon on another floor, Yoongi returned to the cabin. He paused the moment the door closed behind him.

There, on the couch, Jimin lay fast asleep, his soft features relaxed and his breathing gentle.

 

Yoongi’s first instinct was surprise. His second… was something far gentler. His expression softened, the usual sharpness in his eyes melting into quiet fondness.

For a moment, he just stood there, watching. The sight tugged at something in his chest he couldn’t name.

 

Then he noticed the slight tremor in Jimin’s shoulders, the way his fingers twitched faintly as if searching for warmth.

Without hesitation, Yoongi shrugged off his coat and stepped closer, draping it carefully over the smaller boy.

His hands lingered a moment longer than necessary, brushing against Jimin’s arm as he adjusted the fabric.

 

Silently, he settled at his desk, opening a folder of paperwork. But his gaze betrayed him every few minutes, drifting back to the couch.

Watching Jimin sleep was dangerous—it made his guard slip in ways he wasn’t used to.

 

Time passed. Eventually, Jimin stirred. His eyelashes fluttered, his head shifted slightly, and then his eyes opened, blinking in confusion.

He registered the weight of a coat around him and frowned faintly. Slowly, realization dawned—he wasn’t in the café. He was in the cabin. And Yoongi… was right there, sitting at the desk, calmly working.

 

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. Startled, he sat up too quickly, and in his fluster, knocked over a vase on the table. The sound echoed loudly in the quiet room.

 

Yoongi looked up, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “Slept well, Baby Chick?”

 

Jimin froze. His cheeks flamed bright pink, and he stammered, “S-sorry… I didn’t realize I’d… fallen asleep. Jungkook told me to wait here until the rain stopped.”

 

Yoongi didn’t respond, only raised a brow, the hint of amusement never leaving his eyes.

 

Jimin stood hurriedly, carefully removing the coat from his shoulders. He clutched it in both hands, intending to hand it back quickly. But as he held it, his fingers brushed against something small and hard in the inner pocket.

 

Frowning, he reached inside.

 

And froze.

 

His breath hitched as he pulled it out. A tiny daisy-shaped earring. His daisy earring. The one he had been searching for weeks, convinced he had lost it forever.

 

Wide eyes darted from the delicate jewelry in his hand to the man seated calmly at the desk. His lips parted, his voice barely a whisper, trembling with disbelief. “...This—why is this here?”

 

For a long moment, silence filled the cabin. Yoongi finally lifted his gaze, his expression unreadable.

But the corners of his lips curled upward ever so slightly, like a secret he wasn’t ready to reveal.

 

Jimin’s ears burned crimson. His heart pounded so fast it was almost unbearable.

He shoved the earring back into the coat pocket quickly, thrust the coat toward Yoongi without meeting his eyes, and muttered in a rush, “Th-thank you for everything.”

 

Before Yoongi could respond, Jimin bolted. He scurried out of the cabin like his feet were on fire, the echo of the door closing behind him filling the silence.

 

Left alone, Yoongi leaned back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on the door Jimin had just disappeared through.

A low chuckle escaped him, rare and unguarded. He reached into the pocket, brushing his fingers against the cool metal of the daisy earring.

 

“Baby Chick,” he murmured softly, almost to himself, “you have no idea what you do to me.”

Notes:

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