The dining room was eerily quiet, save for the soft clinking of cutlery as the twins’ mother served the steaming dishes onto the table. Taehyung, Jungkook, V, and Jimin sat stiffly, the usual warmth and laughter between them replaced by a tension that weighed heavy in the air. The twins’ father, seated at the head of the table, looked up from his glass of water, his brows slightly furrowed as he quietly observed the scene.

The mother took her seat, her expression calm but clearly tinged with lingering displeasure. Her sharp gaze swept over the boys before she finally let out a sigh and began eating.

The silence dragged on until the father, unable to ignore the tension any longer, leaned forward. "All right," he said, his voice breaking the quiet, "what’s going on here? Feels like I’ve walked into the middle of something, and no one’s telling me what."

Jungkook glanced nervously at Taehyung, who looked down at his plate, his cheeks flushing red. V and Jimin exchanged a quick, unsure glance, but neither spoke. It was clear they were leaving it to someone else to explain.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook finally took a deep breath and sat up straight, his voice steady despite the nervous knot in his stomach. 

"Sir, ma’am, I… I think you deserve to know what’s going on." He hesitated, his eyes flicking toward Taehyung for reassurance before continuing. 

"I love your son. I love Taehyung."

The words hung in the air, each syllable carrying the weight of his sincerity. Taehyung’s head snapped up, his eyes wide, while the mother’s brows lifted in surprise. The father leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable.

Jungkook pressed on, his voice steady but soft. "I know it might have been shocking to see earlier, and I’m sorry for how it happened, but I don’t want to hide it. Taehyung means everything to me, and I want you to know that I’ll do my best to take care of him and respect him. And both of you."

The mother’s tense expression faltered, her lips parting slightly in surprise. For a moment, the room was completely silent, the air thick with anticipation.

Finally, she let out a deep sigh, her shoulders relaxing as she leaned back in her chair. "Jungkook…" she began, her voice softer than before. "I wasn’t mad because of what I saw. I was mad because I didn’t know. You boys mean the world to me, and I hate being left out of something this important."

Her words were met with a wave of relief that washed over the table. Taehyung reached for Jungkook’s hand under the table, squeezing it tightly as his heart catched the previous rhythm.

"We had a reason to not share it with you before," Taehyung began, his eyes darting to Jungkook for reassurance before focusing on his parents. 

"I love Jungkook. I love him more than anything. But I know loving him means accepting that not everyone will understand. I’ve worried about people judging us or looking at him differently because of me. And most of all…" He paused, his gaze unwavering. "I didn’t want either of you to be disappointed in us because of who we are."

The room grew silent, the weight of his words settling over everyone. Jungkook’s hand, hidden beneath the table, tightened around Taehyung’s, grounding him in the moment.

Jungkook added, his voice softer now. "I don’t want to hide what we have, but I didn’t want to hurt anyone either. That’s why I wanted to tell you tonight, so you’d know the truth—from me."

Taehyung’s voice broke slightly, and he turned to his parents, his eyes glistening. "I’ve always been scared to disappoint you—to say or do something that’d make you think less of me. But Jungkook… he’s shown me that love doesn’t have to be something I’m ashamed of."

Taehyung’s father, who had been observing quietly, leaned forward, his expression both thoughtful and kind. "Taehyung," he said gently, "you’ve never disappointed us. Not once. And you never will—not because of who you are or who you love."

The mother, her sternness from earlier replaced by a deep warmth, nodded in agreement. "We’ve always known you, Taehyung. We’ve always seen who you are, and we love you for it. Seeing you happy, seeing you loved the way you deserve—that’s all we’ve ever wanted."

Taehyung’s lips trembled, his emotions spilling over as tears escaped his eyes. He turned to Jungkook, his eyes full of love and gratitude. They didn't need words to be exchanged, their eyes spoke volumes.

Taehyung couldn’t hold back his emotions any longer, and tears of joy spilled freely down his cheeks. Jungkook immediately pulled him close, letting Taehyung rest his head on his shoulder, whispering soft reassurances. The twins’ parents exchanged a look before standing and walking over to their son and his boyfriend.

Without hesitation, the mother wrapped both boys in a warm embrace, while the father placed steady, comforting hands on their shoulders. The room filled with quiet sniffles and the weight of unconditional love.

"We love you both so much," the mother whispered, her voice soft but full of conviction. She gently brushed their hair as if soothing the remnants of their fear. "All we’ve ever wanted is your happiness. Never be afraid to be who you are or love who you love. You’re perfect as you are."

The father nodded, his hands giving firm, reassuring pats on their backs. "You’ve got nothing to prove to anyone, not even us. Just be happy, and know we’re here for you, always."

The four shared a quiet moment together, tears blending with smiles, as the weight of fear and uncertainty dissolved into the warmth of acceptance and love. For this family, nothing mattered more than the joy of being together, embracing one another for who they truly were.

Eventually, they all returned to the table, laughter slowly replacing tears as they wiped their faces and chuckled at the emotional turn of the evening.

"Wow," the mother said, dabbing her eyes with a napkin. "Our boys really have grown up." Her voice carried a mix of pride and nostalgia.

Jungkook and Taehyung shared a smile, their hands finding each other under the table as they basked in the love surrounding them.

The father let out a hearty laugh. "Grown up and keeping us on our toes, apparently. But I wouldn’t have it any other way."

As they all chuckled together, the house was filled with warmth and joy, the kind that only comes from a family that chooses love above all else. The holidays became a celebration not just of the season, but of honesty, acceptance, and the beauty of shared connections.

But across the table, Jimin watched the scene unfold, his attention occasionally shifting to V who sat quietly, his gaze fixed on his plate, his expression unreadable. Jimin’s eyes lingered on him, concern flickering in his gaze. He reached out under the table, lightly brushing V’s hand with his own—a silent offer of comfort.

The father cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention back to him. "Jungkook," he said, his tone firm but kind, "you’ve shown us tonight how much you care about our son.You were honest, even when it wasn’t easy, and that tells me everything I need to know. You have our full support."

The mother smiled warmly. "And you too, Taehyung. Love isn’t about what others think—it’s about what makes you happy. And we’re so proud of you for finding that."

The warmth of their acceptance washed over the table, and Taehyung let out a shaky laugh, wiping his tears as he leaned into Jungkook’s shoulder. "I’m so lucky," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

As the conversation continued, the tension dissipated completely. V remained quiet, still unsure how to navigate the emotional intensity of the moment, but Jimin stayed attuned to him, offering quiet reassurances through his gentle presence.

By the end of the meal, the room was filled with laughter again, the bond between them all stronger than ever. The love and acceptance at the table became a testament to the strength of family and the courage it takes to embrace love in all its forms.

As the dinner progressed, the warmth of acceptance and familial love lingered, but the twins’ father, ever observant, noticed V’s unusual silence. He set down his fork, his gaze shifting to V with mild curiosity.

"Dowoo," he began, addressing V by his family name, "since we’re having such honest conversations tonight, what’s going on with you? Last we heard, you broke up with that girl… What was her name again? Stacy?"

At the mention of Stacy, V blinked, visibly startled out of his quiet bubble. He straightened his posture, his hand reflexively pulling away from Jimin’s under the table. "Uh… yeah," he said, his voice measured. "That didn’t work out."

His mother chimed in, her tone gently prodding. "And are you seeing anyone new? You’ve been quiet about it, but we thought maybe there’s someone special?"

V hesitated, his fingers brushing against the edge of his plate before he shook his head slightly. "No. I’m not seeing anyone."

The words were simple, but they hung in the air like a sudden chill. Jimin, who had been silently observing V all evening, felt his heart drop. For some reason, V’s denial struck a chord deep within him, leaving a hollow ache in its wake.

The father raised a brow, clearly unconvinced but choosing not to press further. Instead, his gaze shifted to Jimin, who had been uncharacteristically quiet. "What about you, Jimin? Anyone special in your life?"

Jimin froze, his chest tightening as all eyes turned to him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His gaze flicked to V, who had reached for his glass of water, avoiding his eyes entirely. The gesture only deepened the turmoil swirling inside Jimin.

"I…" Jimin stammered, feeling unsteady under the weight of the question. His hands fidgeted in his lap, his usual composure nowhere to be found.

The mother noticed his discomfort and offered a reassuring smile. "It’s okay, dear. No pressure. We’re just curious."

Jimin forced a small, polite smile, but his thoughts were far from calm. He could feel the shift in the air between himself and V—a sudden distance that hadn’t been there before.

As V set his glass back down, he finally looked at Jimin, his expression unreadable. The silence between them spoke volumes, but neither of them dared to break it. Instead, Jimin gave a noncommittal shrug. "No, not really." he finally said, his voice quiet.

Taehyung and Jungkook's previous joy was suddenly switched into worries for their friends as they realised what just came out of their mouths. Complete lies.

However, the parents seemed to accept Jimin's answer, moving the conversation along to lighter topics. But for V and Jimin, the unspoken tension lingered, each of them retreating into their own thoughts as the laughter and chatter of the table continued around them.

~♡~

Dinner wrapped up with Taehyung and Jungkook helping the parents in the kitchen, chatting away warmly. V, on the other hand, felt out of place as everyone found something to do, leaving him with nothing. Feeling a bit awkward, he decided to step outside.

Jimin was helping Taehyung’s mom too, but Taehyung wasn’t letting his bestie do much. Jimin tried to keep himself distracted, but Taehyung’s meddling wasn’t making it easy. In the end, he figured it was better to just face what was really bothering him—waiting for him outside.

So, Jimin made his way to the casement of their living room, the soft glow of Christmas lights from the yard spilling into the room. Through the window, he spotted V standing a little ways off in the yard, lost in his own world.

The chill of the evening air bit sharply against V’s skin, but he hardly felt it as he stood in the middle of the snowy yard, his boots crunching faintly on the frost-covered ground. A cigarette burned between his fingers, the ember glowing faintly against the pale backdrop. He brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply, letting the bitter warmth seep into his lungs, a futile attempt to quiet the storm inside him.

The stillness of the night was interrupted by the faint, rhythmic sound of footsteps. V didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The crunching of snow beneath boots grew louder, and with it came the weight of a presence he had both longed for and dreaded.

When Jimin came into view, his face carried the unmistakable look of someone battling emotions he couldn’t quite name. Jimin's cheeks, reddened from the cold, only made his eyes seem more piercing—filled with yearning and hurt. His breath came out in soft puffs, visible in the freezing air, as he stopped a few feet away from V, hesitant but desperate.

V turned his head slightly, just enough to glance at him. His gaze met Jimin’s for a fleeting second, and in that moment, the guilt in V’s eyes mirrored the ache in Jimin’s. But just as quickly, V looked away, his face hardening as he exhaled a long stream of smoke into the icy night.

Jimin’s heart clenched at the sight. He wanted to say something—to ask, to plead, to understand. But his words caught in his throat, tangled with the raw emotions that V’s silence only intensified.

V sighed roughly, his shoulders rising and falling with the weight of it. "You shouldn’t be out here," he said finally, his voice low and gravelly, barely audible over the whisper of the wind. "It’s freezing."

Jimin took a cautious step forward, his boots crunching against the snow. "Neither should you," he replied, his voice soft but firm, tinged with a desperation he couldn’t hide. "But here you are… alone."

V flinched, his back still turned to Jimin as he took another drag from his cigarette. The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

Jimin’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. Inside his head, he prayed for V to say something—anything that might bridge the gap between them. "Dowoo," he whispered, his voice trembling, "I’ll understand if you just don't want anyone to know about us yet, but not facing me will only do the damage."

V closed his eyes, his jaw tightening as he fought the urge to turn around and pull Jimin into his arms. But the weight of his cowardice, his inability to face what was between them, kept him rooted in place. He blew out another puff of smoke, the cloud dissipating into the cold air.

"I don’t know what to say," V admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t… know how to do this."

Jimin felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "Do what? Be honest with me? Tell me what you’re feeling?" His voice cracked, the vulnerability spilling out despite his efforts to stay composed.

V finally turned, his eyes meeting Jimin’s fully for the first time. They were red-rimmed, glistening with unshed tears, and filled with a pain that mirrored Jimin’s. "I’m scared," V confessed, his voice rough but honest. "I’m scared of hurting my parents and you. Maybe they just don't know the real me yet. And when they try to do so, I just feel like after all these years, I am still new between them."

Jimin’s lips parted, his breath catching as he took in the raw emotion etched across V’s face. Slowly, he stepped closer, closing the distance between them.

"You’re not going to disappoint or hurt them. If they can accept Jungkook and Taehyung, they’ll accept us too..." Jimin said softly, stepping closer. He tilted his head, trying to catch V’s gaze, but V’s dark eyes, filled with unspoken guilt and fear, stayed fixed elsewhere.

"Look at me... please," Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible as he reached out, gently tugging at the hem of V’s jacket. His fingers curled around the fabric, grounding both of them. Slowly, V turned to face him, his eyes finally meeting Jimin’s, vulnerability etched into his expression.

Jimin held onto V’s jacket a little tighter, his thumb brushing over the fabric as he searched V’s eyes. "Talk to me," he murmured, his voice laced with both tenderness and frustration. "Please. It hurts seeing you like this... trying to handle everything on your own. You shut me out, and I’m left standing here, not knowing what to do, what to say... not even knowing how to help."

V’s jaw tightened, his gaze wavering as he tried to look away again, but Jimin wouldn’t let him.

"No," Jimin said firmly, his voice trembling just enough to betray the emotions he was holding back. "Don’t do this—don’t quiet yourself when it matters most. I’m here, Dowoo. I’m always here. But you don’t let me in. You just… deal with it all by yourself, like I don’t have a part to play in any of it."

He let out a shaky breath, his disappointment breaking through. "I’m not asking for much. I’m not asking you to have everything figured out or to carry all of this perfectly. Just—just let me know what’s going on in your head. Don’t give me this cold shoulder because... because it’s scary for me, Dowoo. It’s so scary not knowing if you’re okay, or if I’ve done something wrong, or if you’re just slipping further away."

Jimin’s voice softened as he stepped even closer, resting his forehead lightly against V’s chest. "Please, just let me in. I can’t do this if you won’t let me."

V stood still, his breath hitching as Jimin’s words settled in, heavy and raw. He looked down at Jimin, the weight of his guilt pressing harder with every second of silence between them. Slowly, he raised a hand, hesitating before placing it on Jimin’s back, fingers trembling slightly.

"I’m sorry…" V finally whispered, his voice cracking under the pressure of the emotions he had bottled up. "I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just—" He broke off, looking away again, the fear of saying too much or too little holding him back.

Jimin pulled back slightly, his hands still gripping V’s jacket. "Then stop doing it," he said, his eyes glassy but steady as they bore into V’s. "Stop carrying everything on your own like I’m not here for you. Whatever it is, whatever you’re scared of, I want to know. I need to know, Dowoo. If you don’t let me in, how am I supposed to help? How am I supposed to be here for you like you’ve always been for me?"

V’s chest tightened, his heart aching at the vulnerability in Jimin’s voice. "I don’t know how to let it out, Jimin," he admitted quietly, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I’m scared if I say it all, you’ll see how broken I really am. And then… what if I lose you?"

Jimin’s face softened, and he shook his head. "You won’t lose me, Dowoo. Not now, not ever. I love you—don’t you get that? Nothing you say could ever change that. But shutting me out? That makes me feel like I’ve already lost you."

The words hit V hard, and he let out a shaky breath, his dark eyes finally meeting Jimin’s with a raw, unguarded look. "I don’t want to lose you either," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just… I didn’t know how to tell you I’m scared. Scared they won’t accept us, scared I’ll mess it all up, scared I’m not enough for you."

Jimin’s grip on his jacket tightened as he stepped closer, shaking his head. "You are enough, Dowoo. You’ve always been enough. And if you’re scared, tell me. If you’re hurting, show me. I’ll never turn away from you, I promise. Just stop trying to do it alone, okay? We’re in this together."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still as V’s walls crumbled, and he finally let himself fall into Jimin’s arms. Wrapping his arms tightly around him, he buried his face in Jimin’s shoulder, holding onto him like a lifeline.

"I’m sorry," V murmured again, his voice muffled but heartfelt. "I promise I'll try not to do it again."

"That’s all I ask," Jimin whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to V’s temple. "Just don’t shut me out. We’ll figure it out together, no matter what."

"I don’t deserve you," V said, his voice breaking.

"You don’t get to decide that," Jimin replied, his tone firm despite the softness of the moment. "You just have to trust me. Trust us."

For a moment, they stood there, the cold forgotten as the warmth of their connection slowly thawed the icy walls between them. And in that fragile silence, a flicker of hope began to bloom.

And a figure against the casement standing there for too long saw and heard more than she was supposed to, letting out a sigh.

"Oh, Dowoo… my child."

~♡~

After dinner, the four friends decided to gather in Jimin and Taehyung's shared room for the night, even though V and Jungkook were supposed to stay in the room next door. The cozy atmosphere and the desire to extend their time together made the idea of squeezing into one room far more appealing.

The room was softly lit by the amber glow of the bedside lamp, its warm light casting gentle shadows across the walls. The bed, large and inviting, was meant for just Jimin and Taehyung for the night, but the four of them had decided to pile in for some late-night chatter. Laughter and playful banter filled the air, the bonds of friendship and love weaving tightly between them.

Jungkook, feeling particularly playful and affectionate, slid onto the bed beside Dowoo, who was already lying comfortably on his side. Without hesitation, Jungkook wrapped his arms around V, pulling him close in a snug embrace. V chuckled softly but didn’t resist, leaning into the touch with a contented hum. They cuddled with limbs tangled together, sharing affection with each other like they never did before. It was effortless between them, their mutual connection of each other speaking volumes in their silent exchange.

On the other side of the bed, Jimin and Taehyung sat cross-legged, watching the scene unfold with amused yet slightly incredulous expressions. Jimin raised an eyebrow, a small pout forming on his lips as he nudged Taehyung with his elbow. "Look at them, hogging all the affection," he murmured, though his voice carried no real annoyance.

Taehyung smirked, resting his chin on his hand. "I didn’t know Dowoo could be this clingy. And with my man, no less," he teased, though his eyes glinted with intrigue.

Jungkook, catching their reactions, grinned mischievously. He tightened his hold on Dowoo, snuggling closer. "What? Jealous?" he teased, his voice light and playful. "Don’t forget, V here is my first man love. Isn’t that right, Dowoo?"

V, fully leaning into Jungkook’s embrace now, gave a small laugh and nodded. "I can’t help it if I’m irresistible. I believe you're my first too." he joked, his tone equally teasing as he glanced over at the other two.

Jimin crossed his arms, feigning indignation. "Excuse me? First man love? Did I miss something?" He leaned toward them, his pout deepening. "I thought we were all best friends here. Taehyung, say something!"

Taehyung leaned back against the headboard, clearly entertained. "I don’t know, Jiminie. Maybe we’ve been replaced." He said dramatically, though the smirk on his lips gave him away.

"As if we care! Taehyung is my first love too—my first real love, regardless of gender. He’s my boo." Jimin declared in a playful, childish tone, leaning back against Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung immediately wrapped his arms around Jimin, pulling him close with a warm smile.

"Right, and my first kiss too." Taehyung added casually, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Jimin’s cheek, which made Jimin giggle.

"First kiss?" Both V and Jungkook jerked back in surprise, their eyes wide as they processed the unexpected confession. Jimin, however, nodded nonchalantly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"We even kiss on the lips for fun. Wanna see?" Jimin teased, turning his head toward Taehyung as if to prove his point.

Before their lips could meet, V’s long arm shot out, his hand firmly sliding between their faces, stopping them in their tracks. "Absolutely not!" V exclaimed, his tone half-scandalized and half-amused, earning a burst of laughter from everyone in the room.

Jungkook leaned back against the headboard, shaking his head in disbelief. "You two are something else," he muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. "I mean, I knew you were close, but this is next-level."

Taehyung smirked, keeping his arms securely around Jimin. "What can I say? Jiminie and I have always had this special bond." He replied, resting his chin lightly on Jimin’s shoulder. "Right, boo?"

Jimin beamed, nodding enthusiastically. "Of course! Taehyung’s always been my safe place."

V, still holding his hand between them, sighed dramatically. "Well, safe place or not, I don’t think Jungkook and I are ready for this level of... display."

Jungkook snickered, nudging V with his elbow. "Speak for yourself. I think it’s hilarious. Maybe we should start doing that, too, just to make them uncomfortable."

V raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "I think not." He replied flatly, though his lips quirked up in a reluctant smile.

"Aw, come on, V. Where’s the fun in that?" Jungkook teased, scooting closer and throwing an arm around V’s shoulders. "We could totally steal the spotlight."

Jimin tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at them. "Oh, so now you’re competing with us?"

Taehyung chuckled, leaning in conspiratorially. "Let them try, Jiminie. We’re unbeatable."

The room erupted into laughter, the playful energy bouncing between them as Jungkook dramatically leaned in closer to V, pretending to go for a kiss just to rile the others up. V pushed him away with a laugh, the four of them ending up in a chaotic tangle on the bed, their bonds of friendship and love shining brighter than ever.

However soon V wasted no time pulling Jimin closer, wrapping his long arms around him and holding him snugly against his chest. Jimin squealed in surprise but quickly melted into V's embrace, giggling as V playfully squished him tighter.

Jungkook watched the scene unfold, a wide grin spreading across his face. He glanced at Taehyung, raising an eyebrow. "Ahem, Taehyung, should we just head to the other room instead?" he asked, his tone laced with mock exasperation.

Taehyung tapped his chin as if deep in thought, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hmm, or... how about I lay between them too?" he suggested, grinning devilishly.

Before anyone could react, Taehyung flopped onto the bed, wedging himself between V and Jimin with exaggerated flair. Jimin let out a dramatic "Hey!" while V groaned, trying to shove Taehyung off but failing miserably through his laughter.

"Taehyung, you’re crushing us!" Jimin protested, though he was laughing too hard to sound convincing.

"Relax, I’m just here to protect my boo from this overgrown wild bear." Taehyung teased, draping an arm over Jimin and poking V’s shoulder.

Jungkook, now moving all the way behind Taehyung on the bed, burst out laughing. "This is pure chaos. You know what? I think I’ll just stay and enjoy the show."

"Good choice." V muttered, still attempting to reclaim Jimin from Taehyung’s grasp. "But let’s establish something—Jimin is mine to squish!"

"Excuse me?" Taehyung shot back, feigning offense. "He’s been mine since forever!"

Jungkook shook his head, utterly amused by their antics. "You guys are ridiculous," he said, stretching out on the bed. "But honestly, I wouldn’t trade this for anything."

Jungkook, seeing Taehyung cozied up next to Jimin, narrowed his eyes with a playful smirk. "Alright, enough of that," he declared, reaching over and tugging Taehyung closer to him instead. "You shouldn’t be scooting Jimin closer—you should be here, with me."

Taehyung let out a dramatic gasp but didn’t resist, letting Jungkook pull him into a snug embrace. "Oh, so now I’m yours?" he teased, raising an eyebrow as he settled against Jungkook’s chest.

"Always have been," Jungkook shot back confidently, tightening his hold around Taehyung. "No more sharing. Got it?"

V, watching the scene with an exaggerated look of disgust, groaned loudly. "Ugh, you two are nauseating. Jungkook, you should’ve been with me instead of my ugly brother!"

All three of them turned to V with matching grins, and in unison they said, "You have the same face!"

Jimin nodded solemnly, though his lips twitched with a smile. "It’s like insulting yourself, Dowoo."

The room erupted into laughter, the absurdity of the situation sending them into fits of giggles. Even V couldn’t keep a straight face, eventually joining in as he muttered, "Fine, fine. But for the record, I’m the better twin."

"Sure, if that helps you sleep at night." Taehyung teased, pulling Jungkook even closer.

"Do you know who helps me sleep at night?" V teased, tilting his head playfully toward Jimin, who giggled softly in his embrace.

Jungkook smirked, glancing at Taehyung. "Should we leave the room? Should we?" he asked, his tone dripping with mock seriousness.

Taehyung nodded, stifling a laugh. "Maybe we should."

Their shared laughter echoed through the room, but it quickly quieted at the sound of familiar footsteps climbing the stairs.

"Boys?" their mother’s voice called out.

V instantly sat up, releasing Jimin from his hold, while Jungkook—unbothered—kept his arms securely wrapped around Taehyung.

"Eomma?" Taehyung responded as she appeared at the doorway, her expression both amused and exasperated.

"You’re not letting us sleep downstairs," she said, folding her arms. "Maybe be a little less loud?"

"Sorry, eomma," Taehyung replied, though their mother only smiled warmly.

"I understand you boys have missed each other," she said, her tone soft. "But you all need to rest too—especially Jimin and Jungkook. They’ve had a long day traveling."

The twins nodded in unison, and Taehyung added, "Close the door after us. We’ll sleep on the same bed tonight."

The boys exchanged glances, curious.

"Why not? Can’t we?" Taehyung asked, raising a playful brow.

Jimin stood up enthusiastically. "I’m down!"

Their mother chuckled, holding the doorknob. "Alright, as you wish. I’m sure this double bed is big enough for all of you. Goodnight, boys."

"Goodnight, eomma—and appa," Taehyung called out cheekily from behind.

The playful comment made everyone giggle, and their mother shook her head with an amused smile before closing the door behind her.

As the door shut behind their mother, Jungkook stretched out on the bed, smirking. "Alright, I’m claiming this side. You guys can fight for the rest."

"Excuse me?" Taehyung shot back, shoving him playfully. "This is my bed, and you’re just a guest!"

V chuckled, pulling Jimin down beside him. "You two can argue all night, but we’re already comfortable here."

Jimin propped himself up on one elbow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "Oh, really? Is that coming from the same guy who tossed me aside the moment eomma walked in?"

"Hey! I didn’t know it was her." V defended, his tone a mix of guilt and indignation.

Jimin rolled his eyes dramatically. "Right. Because ‘boys, it’s eomma’ wasn’t a dead giveaway."

The other two burst into laughter as V groaned, burying his face in the pillow. "I’m done. I’m sleeping. Come closer if you want, or stay where you are—it’s up to you."

Jimin raised a brow, smirking. "Looks like it’s the twins against us tonight, Jungkook. What do you say?"

Before Jungkook could answer, Taehyung’s voice broke in sharply. "Excuse me?"

Taehyung, still holding Jungkook tightly, turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing at Jimin. "You’re on your own, dumpshit. This one’s mine."

V snickered, using the distraction to grab Jimin and pull him close. "You heard him. Looks like you’re stuck with me." He tucked Jimin under his blanket, securing his claim with a victorious grin.

Jungkook shook his head, chuckling as Taehyung buried his face in his chest so he decided to kiss the top of his boyfriend. "Well, I guess it’s settled then." he whispered, holding Taehyung close while V claimed Jimin all in his arms.

The room quieted as the pairs settled into their spots, the warmth of their closeness lulling them into an easy calm. And just like that, the night ended with the boys bundled together, safe and at peace.

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