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"Hey, Yoongi... wait for me!" Seokjin’s voice, rich and resonant, cut through the brisk autumn air, reaching the ears of the boy ahead. Yoongi paused mid-step, his breath catching in his throat. He turned slowly, his expression a delicate blend of curiosity and surprise. The wind tousled his dark hair, and for a moment, he looked as if he belonged to another world, a realm where such beauty could only be imagined. His large, expressive eyes flickered with recognition, though a haze of uncertainty clouded his memory. He knew this man—knew him from somewhere, some fleeting moment, yet the details remained elusive.

Seokjin, with a grin that could outshine the sun, closed the distance between them with graceful strides, his presence commanding the attention of everyone around them. Students who had been milling about suddenly found their gazes drawn to the striking figure, his confident aura making their hearts skip a beat. Seokjin's smile was a force of nature, one that could make the strongest waver, and Yoongi was no exception. To say he wasn’t captivated would be a gross understatement.

"Umm, hey..." Yoongi stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. The nerves bubbled up within him as if he had suddenly been thrust onto a stage with every spotlight blinding him at once. He wasn’t used to this, wasn’t accustomed to being the center of anyone’s world, let alone the entire crowd now watching their every move.

Sensing the tension in Yoongi's posture, Seokjin’s gaze softened. The playful glint in his eyes gave way to something deeper, more caring. Without a word, he reached out, gently enveloping Yoongi’s cold hands in his own warm grasp. The gesture was simple yet profound, like a silent promise of protection amidst the chaos. Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise, a slight tremble coursing through him at the unexpected intimacy.

“Your hands are freezing,” Seokjin remarked, his tone gentle, almost chiding. He began rubbing Yoongi’s palms, the friction bringing warmth not just to his skin but to something deeper within him, something he couldn’t quite name. “Let’s go out,” Seokjin suggested, his voice carrying a tenderness that belied his earlier bravado.

“Go out? In what sense?” Yoongi’s voice quivered, uncertainty lacing his words.

Seokjin didn’t respond immediately. Instead, a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Without warning, he swept Yoongi off his feet, quite literally, throwing the smaller boy over his shoulder with ease. The action was swift, playful, and entirely unexpected. Yoongi gasped, his hands flailing as he attempted to resist the sudden shift in gravity. His tiny fists made futile attempts to punch Seokjin’s broad back, but his protests were more out of shock than anger.

“I can walk, you know!” Yoongi’s voice was high-pitched, his indignation almost childlike as he squirmed in Seokjin’s firm hold.

“But I want to carry you,” Seokjin replied smoothly, his tone unwavering. There was a quiet determination in his words, as if he had decided in that moment that Yoongi was someone worth carrying, someone worth holding onto.

“B-but... who are you?” Yoongi managed to choke out, the vulnerability in his voice evident. He craned his neck to look at Seokjin, his eyes searching for answers in the handsome face just above him.

Seokjin paused, then chuckled softly. “Oh, pretty boy,” he began, his voice dropping to a murmur, “I’m your Romeo—the one who accidentally crashed into your car on your very first day.” The words hung in the air, laden with nostalgia and the faintest hint of amusement.

Yoongi’s mind raced, the pieces of the puzzle finally clicking into place. He remembered now—how could he forget? The memory of that fateful encounter had lingered in his thoughts like a half-forgotten dream, resurfacing at odd moments to haunt him. And now, here was the man who had occupied his thoughts for days, holding him as if he was the most precious thing in the world.

“Oh... yeah. Now I remember you,” Yoongi admitted, his voice soft, almost shy. His heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm a steady reminder of the undeniable attraction he felt. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to fully admit it, choosing instead to play innocent, his expression one of feigned surprise.

Seokjin grinned, his eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and teasing. “For your confirmation,” he began, “I’m Kim Seokjin. But for pretty guys like you, I go by Jin.” There was a playfulness in his tone, but beneath it lay something more—a sincerity that resonated in the spaces between his words.

With a gentle motion, Jin placed Yoongi down, the boy landing softly on the leather seats of a sleek, black car. Yoongi blinked, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions that had overtaken him in such a short span of time. He looked around, the interior of the car unfamiliar yet oddly comforting.

“Um, okay. By the way, Jin, where exactly are we going?” Yoongi asked, his voice tinged with curiosity as he glanced over at Jin, who was now settling into the driver’s seat.

“You’ll know soon enough,” Jin replied with a wink, his voice laced with a secretive edge. With a swift motion, he turned the key, the engine roaring to life. But before they sped off, Jin leaned over, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. He let out a low whistle, the sound reverberating through the car, echoing in Yoongi’s mind like a promise of adventures yet to come.

As the car began to move, Yoongi felt a strange sense of calm wash over him, mingling with the excitement bubbling beneath the surface. He didn’t know where this journey would take him, but with Jin by his side, he was willing to find out.

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“Jimin, could you pass me the spoon?” Jeongguk’s voice cut through the comfortable silence, a soft request wrapped in the warmth of their shared space.

Jimin nodded in acknowledgment, his movements precise and deliberate as he retrieved the spoon. But instead of handing it directly to Jeongguk, he placed it in the bowl before him. The action, seemingly casual, was laced with a quiet tension, one that didn’t escape Jeongguk’s notice. His brows furrowed in mild confusion, but he chose not to question it further, letting the matter slip as he began his meal.

However, the air around them was thick with an unspoken weight. The rhythmic tapping of Jimin’s feet against the floor echoed in the silence, a subtle indicator of his restless mind. Jeongguk couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“Jimin, are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle but probing.

A noncommittal hum was all Jimin offered in response, his gaze distant as if lost in a world far removed from the present moment. The tap-tap-tap of his foot continued, a steady beat of anxiety that Jeongguk found himself matching in his own heart.

“Lack of patience, perhaps?” Jeongguk tried again, his tone lighter, teasing even, but all he received was a slight shake of the head.

Before Jeongguk could press further, a deep voice resonated from behind them, rich and resonant. “I’m home.”

Jeongguk’s only response was a nod, his attention still on Jimin. But Jimin, at the sound of that voice, turned quickly, his heart leaping with a blend of hope and dread. Yet, the sight that greeted him made his shoulders sag—the fatigue etched into Taehyung’s features was undeniable. His normally vibrant presence was dulled, weighed down by exhaustion that seemed to cling to him like a shroud.

Jimin’s heart clenched painfully at the sight. He yearned to ask, to reach out and mend whatever had caused this state, but the cold, distant glare Taehyung shot his way stopped him short. It was a look that spoke volumes, a silent declaration that there was still a wall between them, one built from words unsaid and wounds unhealed.

It was a strange thing, this bond they shared—this connection that ran deeper than blood, tying their emotions together in a complex web of shared experiences and unspoken understanding. When one of them was upset, it reverberated through the others like ripples on a still pond. Jimin’s unease seeped into Taehyung, and in turn, it reached Jeongguk, who now felt the heavy weight of their collective sadness. Even Jin, who was miles away, enjoying a day out with Yoongi, would feel a shadow of this sorrow, an inexplicable heaviness in his chest.

“Tae, come sit and have a meal,"

Jeongguk finally said, his voice tinged with concern, a soft pout forming on his lips as he tried to ease the tension.

Taehyung hesitated, his eyes flickering over the room, taking in the unspoken worry etched in their faces. With a tired sigh, he nodded. Though tempted to retreat further into his thoughts, he decided to spare them the weight of his burdens, if only for a little while. He slipped away to his room, hoping the cool water on his face might wash away some of the weariness. When he returned, he found the table set, and his chair waiting for him across from Jeongguk, with Jimin silently seated beside him.

Jimin, without a word, placed a bowl of Gulab Jamun—their shared favorite dessert—in front of Taehyung. It was a quiet offering, a small gesture of peace amidst the unspoken tension.

Jimin didn’t touch his own food, his eyes locked on Taehyung, waiting. He knew Taehyung well enough to understand that sometimes, words weren’t needed—sometimes, actions were enough.

From the corner of his eye, Taehyung noticed Jimin’s gesture. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there—a sliver of hope in the midst of their strained silence. Without acknowledging it outwardly, Taehyung reached for the spoon and cut into the sweet, syrup-soaked dessert, taking a small bite. The act was simple, but it spoke volumes.

Jimin’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile at the sight of Taehyung eating, even if it was just a small piece. His relief was short-lived, however, as the next moment, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he swiped the next piece of Taehyung’s dessert, stuffing it into his mouth in one go. The piece was far too big, making Jimin’s cheeks puff out comically as he struggled to chew.

“Youuuuuu~” Taehyung’s glare was immediate, his voice low and threatening, though his tone was more exasperated than angry. His nostrils flared slightly, adding to the dramatic effect.

Jeongguk, who had been quietly observing the exchange, burst into laughter. “Hahaha, Jimin looks like a baby panda!” he exclaimed, the tension in the room lifting slightly as his laughter filled the space.

Jimin, his cheeks still full, blinked up at Taehyung with wide, innocent eyes, trying to force a smile that only made him look more ridiculous. The syrup trickled down his chin, making Jeongguk grimace in mock disgust.

“Eww, eat it, you piece of shit! The syrup’s dripping, gross!” Jeongguk complained, but there was a fondness in his voice that softened the words.

Jimin nodded and tried his best to swallow the large piece, his efforts messy and awkward. He finally managed to gulp it down, a small burp escaping him as he wiped his mouth with a tissue.

A triumphant smile spread across his face, one that quickly disappeared when he noticed his bowl—now empty, with the last piece of his dessert resting comfortably in Taehyung’s belly. Taehyung, for his part, was calmly finishing the final bite, an expression of mock innocence on his face.

“You ate my part too!” Jimin’s voice rose in indignation, his earlier playfulness quickly replaced by a pouty anger. He glared at Taehyung, who merely shrugged, his expression unbothered.

“You ate mine, so I ate yours. Fair enough,” Taehyung replied nonchalantly, his tone making it clear he saw no issue with the exchange.

“But I only ate one, and you finished the whole thing!” Jimin protested, his lips curling into a pout as he tried to muster his best upset aegyo.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Are you trying to apologize by making me laugh?” he asked, his voice cold, though there was a hint of amusement hidden in his eyes.

“What if I am?” Jimin shot back without missing a beat, his eyes wide and pleading as he leaned closer.

Jeongguk, watching the interaction unfold, decided to stay out of it. He quietly pulled out his phone, recording the scene to send to their parents later. This was too good not to share.

Taehyung, feeling the tension ease slightly, stood up to wash his hands, and Jimin quickly followed suit.

Taehyung reached for a tissue, and Jimin did the same.

Taehyung burped softly, and Jimin followed with a fake one, mimicking each of Taehyung’s actions with exaggerated precision.

Finally, Taehyung turned to him, folding his arms over his chest, an amused smirk playing on his lips. “Now, are you gonna shit too if I do?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Forgive meee... I didn’t mean to say all those things,” Jimin whined, still mirroring Taehyung’s every move, a look of pure desperation on his face.

“Aish, this brat,” Taehyung muttered, rubbing his temple in exasperation.

“Aish, this brat,” Jimin echoed, his hand moving to his own temple in perfect synchronization.

Taehyung huffed, the sound half-amusement, half-annoyance. Jeongguk was struggling to keep his laughter in check, his hand covering his mouth to stifle the sound.

“Do you think you can make up for that by imitating me? So stupid of you, bruh,” Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head at Jimin’s antics.

“Umm... okay, so how can I earn back my brother?” Jimin asked, his voice softening as he climbed onto Taehyung’s lap, nestling himself comfortably. “Do I need to do it in slow steps, huh? Does my crazy baby want me to put in more effort, huh?”

Taehyung’s resolve softened at Jimin’s words, though he tried to keep his expression stern. “Maybe you should try harder if you really regret it,” he said, his voice low, but the affection in it was unmistakable as he let Jimin settle on his lap.

Jimin leaned in closer, his breath warm against Taehyung’s ear. “Okay, but... no girl can come between us. You said that, right? I was a fool to ramble, but I promise no one will ever come between us. It’s just you and me,” he whispered, his voice sincere, before pressing a soft peck on Taehyung’s cheek.

"Good night, Tae! Good night, Kook!" Jimin’s voice echoed through the hallway, filled with a contagious, boyish glee as he sprinted towards his room, laughter bubbling up from within as he anticipated Taehyung’s inevitable reaction.

Taehyung paused for a moment, watching his younger brother disappear down the corridor. It was just a simple brotherly promise they had exchanged earlier, yet Taehyung couldn’t help but feel something stir within him—a quiet, unspoken emotion that he quickly pushed aside. He didn’t need to dwell on it; what mattered was that Jimin was trying, truly making an effort to bridge the gap that had briefly formed between them. The fight they’d had back at the university, though intense, was never enough to keep them apart for long.

It had always been like this between them. No matter how heated their arguments got, no matter what harsh words were exchanged in the heat of the moment, they were always together by the end of the day. Their bond was too strong, too deep, to be broken by something as trivial as a disagreement.

"Good night, Ggukkie," Taehyung called out, his voice warm and affectionate, as he began to make his way towards his own room.

Jeongguk, lounging comfortably on the couch, raised an eyebrow and gave Taehyung a knowing look. "Why are you even bothering to go to your own room when we all know you’ll end up in Jimin’s bed by morning?" he asked, his tone half-teasing, half-serious. It was a well-known fact in their household that Taehyung and Jimin never spent a night apart, always finding their way back to each other’s arms before sunrise.

Taehyung stopped in his tracks, contemplating Jeongguk’s words before letting out a soft chuckle. "Point taken," he replied with a smile, before turning on his heel and heading straight for Jimin’s room instead.

The familiar scent of Jimin’s room—of lavender and something uniquely him—welcomed Taehyung as he entered. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort and belonging here, in this shared space where they had spent countless nights talking, laughing, and simply being with one another.

As he settled into the bed beside his brother, Taehyung let out a contented sigh. There was something profoundly reassuring about these quiet moments, about the way they fit together so perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle that had always been meant to be side by side.

But just before he closed his eyes, a thought crossed his mind—a small, nagging worry that perhaps he had overlooked something important. With a slight frown, he glanced over at Jimin, who was already half-asleep, curled up next to him.

“Jimin-ah,” Taehyung whispered, nudging his brother gently. “Are you hungry? Did we forget to eat something?”

Jimin stirred, blinking sleepily up at Taehyung. “Mmm... I’m okay, Tae,” he mumbled, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “But if you’re hungry, I can go grab something from the kitchen.”

Taehyung shook his head, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “No, it’s fine. Just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

Jimin hummed in response, already drifting back to sleep, his hand reaching out to find Taehyung’s, their fingers intertwining naturally. In that small gesture, Taehyung felt all the reassurance he needed. They were okay. They would always be okay.

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