chapter 4 WAKE UP YOONGI........

In the Jeon mansion, across the long corridors of silence, There existed another pair of love birds - But their love was stitched together in a very different fabric.

In one of the room, a little storm was brewing - not of thunder, not of rain, but of one furious, tiny human named Jeon Jimin.

Jimin stood with his small hands planted firmly on his waist, cheeks puffed in annoyance, his chest rising and falling like a warrior who had lost his hundred battle. For the battlefield was not outside - it was right there on the king-sized bed, where his husband, Jeon yoongi slept as though the earth had stopped spinning.

Jimin glaring at the peacefully snoring figure buried beneath the blankets. For the hundredth time that morning, his mission had failed operation wake-up Jeon yoongi.

No alarm clock had survived, no gentle shake had worked, no angry yell had echoed loud enough to break through yoongi's fortress of sleep. And now Jimin stood there, pouting lips and surrender, saying "Is this man my husband, or a hibernating bear who mistook our bed for a cave?"

But then-Oh, the spark of mischief lit up his mind. His lips curved into a wicked playful smirk.

Within seconds, Jimin was no longer sulking beside the bed standing like a commander at the battlefield edge. He leaned closer, voice deceptively sweet yet tinged with warning.

"Babe", he said, a little louder than usual, "this is the last time I am warning you, wake up by yourself, or else...... "

The "or else" dangled in the air like a suspenseful drumroll. Yet yoongi-Jeon Yoongi, the fearless, unbothered man remained motionless, drowning in the sea of his dreams.

Jimin's smile widened. "So you've chosen death, huh?"

And with that, he pulled out his secret weapons: a tiny mic and two small but dangerously powerful speakers. He placed the speakers right by yoongi's ears, took in a deep theatrical breath, and

"JEON YOONGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

The walls shook, the birds outside the window flew off in panic and poor yoongi bolted upright like a man possessed. His chest heaved, his eyes wide shock as he clutched the blanket.

"What the ......?! Who died? Was it an earthquake? Did alien attack earth?!" he blurted out, gasping as if he had just survived the apocalypse.

Meanwhile, Jimin stood there with folded arms, a devilish smile tugging at his lips. "Nothing happened. You just weren't waking up, so I used a very sweet and peaceful method to rouse my beloved husband".

Yoongi followed Jimin's gaze, spotting the two sneaky mini speakers lying innocently on his pillow and the mic still in Jimin's mischievous hand. Understanding dawned. His jaw dropped.

"Do you want me to die of a heart attack?! Who in their right mind wakes their husband like this?"

"I don't know about 'other people' ", Jimin chirped proudly, "But I wake my husband like this. It's called my love language".

He leaned closer, whispering dramatically,

"Now, get ready within ten minutes. If you don't......"

he flashed a creepy, exaggerated grin-

"...... you already knew what I will do".

Yoongi gulped hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. With the soul of a man being chased by ghosts, he scrambled out of bed and dashed towards the bathroom like his life depended on it.

And Jimin?

He just giggled, his dimples shining victory glowing all over his face.

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