YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ✓

♡ Part - 30 ♡

"Nothing," Yoongi repeated a little too quickly, and Jungkook snorted.

Taehyung, catching on to the situation, chuckled as he grabbed Jungkook’s wrist. "Come on, Kook. We should get going before Hyung actually explodes from flustered denial."

"I'm not flustered," Yoongi grumbled under his breath, but the way he hastily picked up his bag told another story.

Jimin blinked at him, his expression unreadable. Then, with a soft sigh, he walked past Yoongi toward the car.

Yoongi exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as he muttered to himself, This is going to be a long trip.

As they made their way outside, an undercurrent of something unspoken lingered in the air—curiosity, amusement, and a quiet admiration that Yoongi wasn’t quite ready to voice.

The soft hum of the engine filled the luxurious car as it smoothly pulled away from the Min mansion. The tinted windows shielded them from the outside world, and the dim lighting inside created an intimate atmosphere. Taehyung and Jungkook, who had taken a separate vehicle, Yoongi and Jimin sat in the backseat of this high-end car, designed for both comfort and privacy.

A delicate curtain separated the driver’s area from the passengers, giving them a secluded space where they wouldn't be overheard or seen. The plush leather seats were cool against Jimin’s skin, and the faint scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air—Yoongi’s cologne.

Jimin sat stiffly, his posture tense as he kept his gaze fixed outside the window, watching the city lights blur past. The reality of this trip was sinking in, and despite his earlier confrontation with Yoongi, here he was—on the way to a so-called honeymoon with the man he feared most.

Yoongi, on the other hand, leaned back against the seat, one leg casually crossed over the other. His fingers drummed lightly against the armrest, his gaze flickering toward Jimin every now and then. He noticed the way Jimin’s hands were clasped tightly on his lap, how his shoulders were slightly hunched. He was anxious.

Breaking the silence, Yoongi sighed. "You’re going to strain your neck if you keep sitting like that, baby." His voice was softer than usual, lacking its usual teasing lilt.

Jimin flinched slightly at the sudden address, but he didn't turn to look at him. "Dont call me that," he muttered under his breath.

Yoongi smirked. "Habit."

A tense silence settled between them again.

The car hit a slight bump, and Jimin instinctively gripped the edge of his seat. Yoongi noticed.

"You’re acting like I’m taking you to a battlefield instead of a honeymoon," Yoongi remarked, watching him intently.

Jimin finally turned to him, his eyes sharp. "A battlefield would be less terrifying than being alone with you," he shot back.

Yoongi’s smirk faltered. It wasn’t the words themselves that affected him—it was the raw honesty in Jimin’s voice.

"You still don’t trust me, do you?" Yoongi asked, tilting his head slightly.

Jimin scoffed, letting out a humorless chuckle. "What do you think, Yoongi? Do you think I should trust you? After everything?"

Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I told you I wouldn’t hurt you."

"You’ve hurt me before," Jimin countered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yoongi fell silent at that. He had no immediate rebuttal.

Jimin shook his head, leaning his head against the cool glass of the window. "I don’t even know why I agreed to this," he muttered, mostly to himself.