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Three months, dozens of phone calls, and hundreds of text messages later, Yoongi sees Jimin in the park a couple blocks from their station. He’s as beautiful as ever with his dark hair, button-up shirt, and dark skinny jeans. Just before walking over, Yoongi notices a homeless man on the corner with a bucket of roses marked: Roses- 3,000₩ /each. Yoongi walks over and hands the guy 50,000₩ (he never spends his money on much other than music equipment and rent anyway). The homeless many graciously thanks Yoongi for effectively buying out the rest of his flowers and wishes him a blessed day. Yoongi ignores the fact that he doesn’t really “believe” in anything and wishes the guy a blessed day right back—wouldn’t hurt anyone anyway. Yoongi glances back in Jimin’s direction, making sure he hasn’t left yet. Jimin’s not alone anymore though.
Yoongi’s smile does a 180o when he notices a much taller guy with dark hair sit beside Jimin. Jimin smiles at the guy and then lifts a hand to his head and ruffles his hair. The two laugh, looking happy together, while Yoongi feels anything but. He looks at the flowers in his hand, contemplating tossing them into a nearby trashcan. Instead, he takes a deep breath and walks toward the two with a death grip on the flowers.
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It’s Jimin’s day off from both classes and dance practice. With nothing else to do, he decides to spend the afternoon in the park with his favorite beefed-up-dongsaeng, Jungkook.
“Kookiiiiiiiie. He hasn’t texted me since last night. What if he doesn’t like me anymore? What if—“
“—he realizes that you’re a short loser that talks to much and has a baby face?” Jungkook finishes.
“You know what, Kookie? I don’t care what you have to say. At the end of the day, I’m still your hyung and there’s nothing you could do to change that.” Jimin giggles and reaches up to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. Despite the fact that he’d never admit it aloud, Jungkook can’t help but laugh when he hears Jimin laugh. Jimin’s still ruffling his hair when Jungkook notices a familiar face behind Jimin that he’s seen a lot recently on the elder’s phone. He smiles at Yoongi and then gets up to wish his hyung good luck, leaving before Jimin could ask any questions.
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Yoongi returns the wave that the guy with Jimin aims his way despite his better judgement. After watching the guy leave, Yoongi takes a seat across from Jimin and hands him the flowers. He takes pleasure in the way Jimin’s smile noticeably grows wider and his eyes curve just before disappearing. Yoongi can’t help but think that Jimin looks extraordinarily beautiful when he smiles—and his laugh—it’s borderline angelic. I could write songs about that smile, he thinks to himself choosing to ignore his own gradual fall into cheesiness.
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Jimin nearly jumps into Yoongi’s arms when he sees him. Sure it had been a while since he’s last seen him in person, but they texted every day. Yoongi made Jimin feel the happiest he’d ever been in a while. In short—he was love-struck. He couldn’t help himself. He loved everything about Yoongi, from how he could go from grumpy old man to genius producer to bad ass rapper to gummy-smiled cutie in almost no time flat. So when Yoongi comes over to him and hands him an armful of red roses, he can’t stop himself from doing what happens next.
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Yoongi nearly falls off the edge of the park bench when Jimin rapidly closes the gap between them and kisses him. The kiss is sloppy at first, but that’s attributed to the fact that neither of them can stop smiling or laughing. Yoongi’s the first to break away from the kiss.
“I think…I think I might love you Sunshine,” he whispers, forehead still pressed against Jimin’s, and warm breath gently fanning of the younger’s face. The confession is crazy—he’s fully aware. He’s only known Jimin for about three months and in those three months; they’d only ever met in person a few times due to both their schedules being hectic , but he’s certain of his love for the younger. But although he’s already fallen in love with Jimin, he doesn’t want to force Jimin into anything too fast. He doesn’t want to force the younger to say—
“I love you too Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin whispers, almost like a prayer, interrupting the other’s self-conscious inner-monologue. “I—I know that we’ve only known each other for a few months and we haven’t even been able to see each other that much in person, but I love you. You make me feel like no one else ever has and no matter how cliché it may seem, I’ve got this—this strong feeling that you’re, like, my soulmate or something. You’re beautiful, and—and dedicated, and amazi—“this time, Jimin’s the one almost falling off of the park bench when Yoongi cuts off his rambling with another kiss. This kiss is better. It’s softer. Jimin’s slow-moving, smooth lips serving as a perfect juxtaposition to Yoongi’s slightly chapped ones. Jimin brings his hand up and gently tugs at the blonde hair just above Yoongi’s nape, using the moan the older elicits to deepen the kiss and slips his tongue into the older’s mouth.
“Okay, I know you two are in love and all, but you might want to cool it a bit before you end up all hot and bothered in the park.” Jungkook says before gesturing to his cellphone on the bench between the two lovers.
“JEON JUNGKOOOOOOOOK!” Jimin all but screams, before lunging at the younger. The two joke around for a bit and when Jungkook finally lets the older out of his grip, he runs for his boyfriend. Jimin takes ahold of the other's larger hands and looks into his eyes.
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Looking into the younger’s dark brown eyes, it’s almost like Yoongi can see the future. It’s filled with amazing music; international stardom; and, undoubtedly, the beautiful boy in front of him. And he couldn’t be any happier.