After a fulfilling dinner,Jimin looked over at Jungkook with a gentle smile and said, "You can go freshen up. I'll clean up here."
Jungkook shook his head immediately. "Nah, let's do it together. I don't want you doing it alone."
Jimin laughed softly. "I'm fine with it, I clean it. It's not a big deal."
But Jungkook wasn't convinced. "We can get it done faster if we both do it."
So they cleaned together, jimin know how Jungkook is little stubborn but his presence somehow making everything feel more natural, more comforting.
After everything was cleaned up, they both headed toward Jimin's room. Jimin turned to Jungkook, offering a gentle suggestion. "You go shower first. I'll grab towels and some clothes from my wardrobe for you."
Jungkook smiled gratefully, nodding, and disappeared into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Jungkook stepped out of the bathroom, his hair still damp from the shower, his skin flushed and glowing from the warm water. He was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, still drying off his hair with another towel.
When he entered the room, he noticed that Jimin was already rummaging out some clothes for him, a plain black T-shirt and a pair of comfortable sweatpants.
Jungkook walked to the corner of the room to change. he expected to find Jimin in the room, maybe lying on the bed or doing something else. But he was not in room, Looking around, he noticed the balcony door slightly ajar.
Curious, Jungkook walked over to the balcony, and there was Jimin, standing alone, his eyes lost in the vastness of the night sky.
Without a word, Jungkook slipped outside and, without hesitation, wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist from behind, pulling him close. Jimin didn't startle; he recognized the touch immediately and smiled softly, leaning into Jungkook's chest.
Jungkook placed his chin on Jimin's shoulder, sighing contentedly. "It's nice out here, huh? The stars, the wind... it feels so peaceful."
Jimin nodded quietly, his voice distant. "Yeah… it's peaceful." He paused, as though weighing his words carefully. "But sometimes, I feel like peace is the hardest thing to hold onto."
Jungkook furrowed his brow, noticing the change in Jimin's tone. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice gentle, as he tightened his hold around Jimin.
Jimin didn't respond right away. Instead, he took a deep breath and, after a long silence, said, "Jungkook… what if I told you Jin was my brother? Would you believe me?"
Jungkook blinked, thrown off guard by the suddenness of the question. "Mr.seok Jin? Your brother?" He pulled back slightly to look at Jimin, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I mean, I… I don't know. Why would I believe that? You're Park Jimin, and he's Kim's. The two of you are... so different."
Jimin turned his face toward the sky again, his expression distant. "I know it's hard to believe. But it's true."
Jungkook, still processing, took a step closer. "Wait… are you saying Mr.kim is your brother?" His voice softened, a mix of confusion and concern.
Jimin's eyes shimmered. "It's not something I like to talk about...but Jin and I… we are step brothers ."
Jimin's voice trembled slightly as he continued, "We've never been close. It's… complicated,my father....he cheated on my mom with ...Jin mother." Jungkook's heart clenched at Jimin's words. He could feel the hurt behind them, the years of frustration and longing.
Jimin let out a shaky breath. "And now… now it feels like ....."Jungkook turn jimin and took his hands in his, holding them tightly, his own heart aching for him. "Jimin, you don't have to carry that alone," he said softly. "I'm here for you." Jungkook see, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I've been carrying it for so long, Kook. I don't know how to let go of it."jimin said.
Without thinking, Jungkook pulled Jimin into a hug, his arms wrapping around him tightly, offering the comfort that words couldn't. "It's okay. You don't have to figure it all out right now. I'm here for you."
Jimin's tears finally broke free, soaking into Jungkook's shirt as he clung to him. Jungkook didn't say anything more—he didn't need to. He just held him, letting Jimin cry, feeling the weight of everything he was carrying.
After a long moment, Jimin pulled away slightly, wiping his eyes, but his voice was shaky. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"
Jungkook shook his head, brushing away any concern. "Don't apologize." He smiled softly, his hand gently cupping Jimin's cheek, and kiss his forehead to assure him to its okk to cry sometimes.
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After sometime Jimin and jungkook both lay on the bed, jimin head resting lightly on Jungkook's shoulder.while Jungkook held him in his arm , and The steady beat of Jungkook's heart was a calming presence against Jimin's turmoil.
Jungkook noticed the change in Jimin's mood and, after a moment, asked softly, "Jimin… can you tell me about... your family? If you want to, of course."
Jimin hesitated. But he spoke, his voice low, almost distant,"When... when I was in my last year of high school, I had a big project to finish. I went to my friend's house to work on it… but when I came home that night, I saw something ,that I shouldn't have. Something that changed everything."
Jungkook listened quietly, rubbing Jimin's back as he began his story.
Flashback:
It was late afternoon when Jimin finally finished his work at his friend's house and headed back home, mentally drained but relieved that the project was almost done. The sun was setting, painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink. Jimin took his usual path back, not thinking much of anything, until he turned the corner near his house.he saw two figures standing by the car. When he looked closely one figure is his dad and he was talking to a woman—someone Jimin didn't recognize. At first, he thought it was a colleague, maybe another person from his father's office, but as he moved closer, he felt a growing unease.
The woman was laughing, her voice soft and sweet, too intimate, too playful. She was dressed in a chic coat, her posture relaxed and confident. She didn't seem like someone simply working with his father. She stepped closer to him, and Jimin's stomach churned as he noticed the way they were interacting—too comfortable, too familiar.
Jimin froze as his father looked at the woman with a soft, almost affectionate smile. It was the kind of smile Jimin had only ever seen directed at his mother. He felt his chest tighten.
"Here, let me help you with those," his father said, his voice low and easy. He reached out and took the shopping bags from the woman's hands, their fingers brushing briefly.
The woman's eyes twinkled as she gazed up at him. "You really shouldn't spoil me like this, you know," she teased, her voice light, yet laced with something that made Jimin's heart race with confusion.
"It's no trouble," his father replied with a half-smile. There was a warmth in his tone that Jimin didn't recognize. His father's hand brushed against her arm, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. It was subtle but enough for Jimin to notice.
The woman tilted her head slightly, her eyes playful as she took a step closer to him. "Maybe I should repay you sometime," she said, her voice dropping a little, seductive in its casualness. "Perhaps dinner... or a drink? Something more private?"
Jimin's breath caught in his throat as the words hit him like a punch. He wanted to turn away, to run, but his feet felt glued to the ground as he watched the way they moved around each other—like they were already familiar, already too comfortable in a way that didn't sit right with him.
His father laughed softly, the sound almost intimate. "Maybe after the next project. I've got to get through a few more things first."
The woman laughed too, a light, airy sound that made Jimin's heart tighten. She reached up and lightly touched his father's cheek, her fingers trailing down the side of his face in a way that seemed too intimate for strangers or colleagues. "You always work too hard," she murmured, her voice just above a whisper.
Jimin stood frozen, watching them, unable to move or look away. His heart pounded, the confusion rising like a wave in his chest. He didn't know what he had just witnessed, but everything inside him screamed that this wasn't right. His father, the man who had always been so distant and professional, was acting like this? With someone who wasn't his mother?
Then, the woman smiled warmly, leaning in just slightly toward his father, brushing her lips against his cheek. The kiss was fleeting but unmistakable. Jimin's chest tightened, and he felt sick. His father didn't pull away. He didn't look shocked or surprised. Instead, he smiled back at her, a soft, affectionate smile that made Jimin's world tilt.
The woman pulled back, her eyes lingering on his father's for just a second longer before she broke into a laugh, turning her back on him as she gathered her bags. "I'll see you soon, then. Don't work too hard, okay?"
"See you soon," his father replied, watching her walk away with a warmth in his eyes that made Jimin want to collapse in on himself. The moment felt like a dream, or maybe a nightmare—something he couldn't fully comprehend.
As the woman disappeared down the street, Jimin's legs gave out from under him. His heart was racing as if it were trying to escape his chest. He could barely breathe. His thoughts were spinning, and he didn't know what to do, what to think.
Without thinking, he turned and ran—away from the car, away from everything. He sprinted back to the house, his chest tight, and slammed the door behind him. He didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to think about what he had just witnessed, but the image of his father's face as the woman kissed him, as they joked and laughed together… it haunted him.
He ran up to his room, locked the door, and sat in silence, feeling like the walls were closing in on him.
End Flashback.
Jimin's voice was a whisper now, thick with the emotion he had buried for so long. "I couldn't tell anyone, Jungkook. I couldn't tell my mom. I didn't know how. I didn't want to hurt her."
Jungkook stayed quiet, just holding Jimin closer, his hand pressing gently against his back as Jimin spoke.
"I couldn't eat. I couldn't do anything that night. My mom came up to check on me, and I pretended everything was fine. I told her I was upset about the project, but I didn't tell her what I'd seen." Jimin's voice cracked.
Jungkook tightened his embrace, offering little comfort to him, knowing that words couldn't take away the weight of what Jimin had witnessed.
End of episode