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Jimin’s morning goes as usual: he wakes up early, showers, eats leftovers from last Friday for breakfast, then leaves for work. The only difference today is that he doesn't take his car; instead, he rides the bus. Commuting isn't foreign to him, but over the years, he’s been so used to his car that he feels out of place in his seat.
He checks notifications as he walks to his office, and Yoongi’s Discord message is the first one he opens. It’s from last night— last night.
Standing in the middle of the lobby while staring at nothing in particular—with wide eyes and mouth agape—must look strange, but Jimin can't afford to be embarrassed right now. Because holy shit, his relationship with Yoongi has changed.
Well, did it really? His hyung asking him out on a date, and him accepting the date, is basically an indirect confession of their feelings—right? So then… it would change everything between them.
He snaps out of his thoughts and heads up to his office. For the next few hours, Jimin buries himself with work, drafting and attending client meetings. It’s 11 AM when he finally catches a break, and he has until 1 PM to go back to work.
Settled down in his office, Jimin rechecks his phone, and this time, he finally responds to his friends’ messages, saving Yoongi’s for last. Just as he opens their Discord conversation, an SMS message from Yoongi’s number pings.
Huh?
Jimin doesn't waste time and quickly presses the notification banner. Their last SMS exchange was from 2021, and it was Yoongi alerting Jimin that he and Seokjin were on their way. And now. Well, Yoongi just messaged him now. It's quite a comedic time gap, he won’t lie.
He expected it to be something urgent since all of them never really use their numbers to communicate, but the message was actually… mundane.
yoongi-hyung:
Excited for later… I’ll be out of the office by 5
jimin:
hello there hyung
haven’t messaged your number in a while haha
yoongi-hyung:
You see, we’ll be dating soon
Messaging on Discord feels too friendly
jimin:
ah really?
yoongi-hyung
I’m serious about this Jimin
I’m serious about us
jimin:
me too hyung
so you want to move our texting here?
yoongi-hyung:
Yeah if that’s okay with you
jimin:
i’d love to! makes you extra special
you’re the only one using my number hehe
yoongi-hyung
Same here
jimin:
^^
yoongi-hyung:
Also, I just realized you have your own car
And I told you last night that I’d be picking you up
jimin:
🫢 i took the bus
yoongi-hyung:
Oh
I’m sorry about that Min
jimin:
it’s okayyyy! now you really have to pick me up!
yoongi-hyung:
Yes yes
What time?
jimin:
a little later than usual :(( will 6 be fine?
yoongi-hyung:
I can wait for you Min
Take all the time you need
jimin:
🙈okayyyy
i’ll go grab some lunch now hehe
yoongi-hyung
I should do the same
What are you getting?
jimin:
ordering chicken! from our favorite
yoongi-hyung:
Hmmm yummy
I’ll order the same thing
jimin:
to make it seem like we’re eating together?
yoongi-hyung:
Yes :(
I wanna eat with you
I miss you
Sorry, was that too much?
jimin:
no! i miss you too even if we stayed glued to each other the whole weekend hahaha
yoongi-hyung:
Am I being weird for that? Sorry
jimin:
hyung no i literally legit miss you right now like i had to hide my phone in my desk drawer so that i would stop thinking about you but everything in the office reminds me of you even if they don't connect to you
yoongi-hyung:
Oh wow
jimin:
who’s the weird one now?
yoongi-hyung:
No one
You’re perfect Min
jimin:
wanna call while we eat?
yoongi-hyung:
I’d love that
Calling now
jimin:
laterrrr!!!
nvmd fine call me now!!!!
He has his phone on speaker and is sitting on the desk beside his takeout, and they eat lunch like that; on call and talking about their experience streaming together. Although Yoongi is a seasoned streamer, he had yet to stream with someone else, so his time with Jimin was just as new of an experience for him as it was for Jimin.
“Now that I’m accompanying you in your streams, I don't think I’ll ever want to livestream with anyone else anymore.”
“You’re intensely loyal.” And Jimin likes that way too much.
“Yeah, Agust D is all yours, Min.”
Despite being alone in his office, he still covers his face as warmth pools in his cheeks. “Stop, it's embarrassing to be flustered in the office.”
“You have your own office.”
“Still!”
Yoongi chuckles, and Jimin can already imagine the adorable way his hyung’s shoulders shake. “You’re so cute.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” He playfully rolls his eyes. Yoongi, however, took it seriously—well, more like he’s teasing him more, taking his statement as an opportunity.
“My heart belonged to you ever since that day I saw you playing In The Seom on your phone two years ago, and you went into a fit of rage because the level was too hard to beat.”
“I—hyung, what the hell!” Jimin whines, but then shock settles in as he registers Yoongi’s words. “You can't just say that—oh my god, two years?!”
Two years. Yoongi liked him for two years, while Jimin only realized his own feelings months ago. If his hyung's feelings started two years ago, would that mean… he’s in L… Jimin can't even bring himself to think about it. He’s just getting ahead of himself—probably.
“I understood your anger—plus, you were really adorable, getting all triggered over a cute game like that. Made me think how cute it’d be to have a boyfriend who played the opposite games as me.”
Jimin gasps. “You are equally intense and insane as I am. We really are perfect for each other.”
“Mhm.”
Boyfriend. Yoongi said Boyfriend. It’s quite flattering that his hyung saw him as boyfriend material, that he saw potential in him. Who would've known that Yoongi had it in him to think like that— oh god, Jimin’s even more smitten now. He might as well be in love at this point… He’ll reflect on his updated feelings later.
“I’m so telling Taehyung about this. He’ll have a field day!” He happily jumps in his seat. “This is very unexpected, you’re perfect for me, hyung.”
“I am, huh?”
“I am the man of your dreams and fantasies. I wonder how far they go,” Jimin says teasingly, grinning ear to ear. He has his fair share of explicit fantasies with Yoongi as well.
“Um—please don’t… let’s save that kind of conversation a few months into our relationship, okay?”
They may only be on an audio call, but Jimin can hear the flustered tone in Yoongi’s voice. “Okayyyy,” Jimin singsongs, deciding that he shouldn't press further… But he’ll impatiently wait for the day to come—for Yoongi to tell him his wild fantasies about him. And he knows that, when it happens, he’ll never hold himself back from Yoongi anymore.
“I still can't believe you had it in you, though.”
“And the best thing is—I didn't fantasize about that kind of relationship with anyone, it was always just you.”
“It better have been!” Jimin points at his phone as if Yoongi could see him, and he hears his hyung laugh. He won't accept it otherwise—Yoongi had declared his two-year-long feelings for him, so he must not fantasize about others! I guess, his mind adds.
Is he the only person in this world who would lock in for only one person? Because ever since he realized he had feelings for Yoongi, he had never looked at another person twice.
“You're also the only man I see when I fantasize about my future with a partner, hyung,” he openly admits.
“I’m very flattered… I like you a lot.”
Another layer of heat warms his face, and he timidly leans closer to the phone to whisper, “I like you, too.” He quickly straightens up and clears his throat, changing the topic. Although he’s beginning to feel comfortable with their new dynamic, it still feels very intimate and vulnerable to profess his feelings.
“Are we gonna tell the guys? I haven't told Taehyung yet…”
Jimin doesn't really have a specific reason as to why he hasn't told his best friend yet. Maybe he just isn't ready—perhaps he’s just paranoid that things won't turn out the way he and Yoongi expect them to, and it would damage their circle’s relationship. And he wasn't sure if Yoongi wanted to tell their friends, too.
“Do you want to? I haven't told them yet, I wasn't sure if you’d want that.”
He smiles. As always, Yoongi is considerate and thoughtful of Jimin’s feelings. And, as always, their thought process synchronized.
“I don't mind, I guess… Maybe I’m just nervous that something could go wrong and it’d crush them.”
“Let's tell them after the date.”
Holding a secret from Taehyung for five days straight is hard, especially when his Yoongi-decisions mostly rely on him—but at least the distance helps. Jimin wonders if Yoongi is the same as Namjoon and Jungkook. Besides, he did say that he fantasizes about him, too, so Yoongi must have that insane side to him as well, right?
He lets his curiosity get the best of him. “Do you also find it hard to keep secrets from Namjoon and Jungkook? Especially when they involve me?”
There's a beat of silence between them before Yoongi huffs out a laugh. “Are you having a hard time keeping this a secret from Taehyung, Min?”
“Why are you deflecting my question?”
“Fine, my answer is no. I can keep things to myself quite well, though if it’s about you… I can't help but tell them everything.”
Jimin thinks back to those moments Jungkook teases him about Yoongi, and he wonders why he never connected the dots. It’s possible that Jungkook is just great at keeping secrets—or perhaps Jimin is too caught up in his emotions to notice anything. And regarding Namjoon, well, he’s more surprising, because everyone knows he rambles a little too much.
“They kept your secret well.”
“I don't think so, they’ve hinted at you for a long time. Maybe you just didn't see it as anything.”
“Maybe… but did you know about me? Liking you, I mean?” He straightens up in his seat.
“Yeah, no—definitely not. I thought the teasing was directed at me.”
Jimin gasps. “No way!” Yoongi can’t be that oblivious!
“Yes way!” Yoongi laughs. “It wasn't until last night that I just… I somehow just felt like it was kinda mutual.”
“Kinda?”
“Yeah,”
“What part did you realize?” Jimin bites his lip, racking his brain for any significant moment last night that could have sealed the deal. It’s not like he was being too subtle anyway—especially with the teasing—but with how he now knows Yoongi is as oblivious as he is, he wonders what part of last night he became too obvious with his feelings.
“Taehyung teased you about staying the night again—I haven't told anyone, but he knew, and he teased you, so I assumed and went with it.”
Jimin snorts. “You assumed? Wow, you really have the guts, hyung.” Hearing this new side of Yoongi has him floored. It’s quite refreshing, he must admit. But now, he wonders if Yoongi had heard him from the bedroom, too—he and Taehyung weren’t exactly being quiet during the call.
“I know… and it got worse when I would notice you holding back a smile when I make a poor attempt at flirting, or when you would blush wildly.”
When Yoongi’s teasing, knowing tone comes back, Jimin scrambles to change the topic. “Okay, okay! We’re done with this topic.”
However, Yoongi is not done yet. “How about you? Did you notice anything?”
Jimin takes a moment to answer. He wasn’t exactly sure which part sealed the deal for him last night. But then, the image of Yoongi’s fists in his pockets and the uncharacteristic broken flow of his words pop into his mind. That—it was exactly that , that Jimin realized. It made all of those random compliments, affections, gestures, and choice of words from Yoongi make sense. He’d unknowingly pieced everything together, and it felt natural to tell Yoongi, ‘just say it.’
“No—not until you walked me home and started talking about our dinner later.”
“I see, we’re both slow.” They both chuckle. “Yeah, oblivious as hell.”
“I’m still glad we moved on our own terms, though. I like it.”
Jimin hums in agreement. “Me, too.”
He wouldn’t have had it any other way, because it would’ve been a shame to miss out on witnessing such an endearing sight of Yoongi asking him out. His hyung was extremely adorable that time, and he promised himself to give the former a warm, tight hug one of these days. Though if destiny allows it, then he’ll do it later—before or after dinner.
Turns out, he does give Yoongi a warm, tight hug before dinner. When his hyung picked him up from work, he saw the groceries sitting in the back seat—Yoongi prepared for tonight’s dinner—and he’d been overwhelmed with gratitude and adoration that he just leaned over the console and embraced him without any words exchanged. It surely caught his hyung off guard, but his hug was still sweetly returned. That was their first hug as more-than-friends.
Now, they are eating together again, but this time, in person. Dinners with Yoongi don’t happen often, but it’s common enough that he knows which side dishes should sit near whom, that he knows it’s always two glasses of water before they take out the wine, that he knows they always sit diagonally from each other. The seating arrangement always confused him, but over time, he’s grown fond of the position, as it’s easier for them to face each other while still being close. He wonders if that’s why Yoongi always preferred that position.
“Thank you for the meal, hyung!” Yoongi had cooked a classic bulgogi with braised potatoes and kimchi rice. All of Jimin’s comfort food. It’s evident to him that his hyung put a lot of thought into this dinner.
“You’re welcome. I realized cooking is so much better with your company.”
“Wahhh, really?”
The whole time Yoongi was cooking, Jimin sat down while rambling off. He told his hyung about the details of how his day went; how he’s having a hard time drawing a client’s vision, and his impatience just to go home, eat dinner with him, and unwind for the night. Yoongi simply listened—humming at the right moments, commenting here and there, all while pacing around the kitchen to cook dinner. There were also times when Yoongi ranted about work, too, his small pout prominent for the entirety of it. To put it simply, it was nice, comfortable, home-y.
“Mhm, especially when we talk. It's nice, it’s…”
“Domestic,” Jimin finishes for him.
“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees, a small, contented smile blooming on his face.
Looking away from his face, Jimin sips his wine before asking, “Do you see yourself getting used to this?”
Yoongi hums as he thinks of an answer, and Jimin does the same. Technically, he is starting to get used to this—it’s hard not to, because for one, they’ve been close friends for a long time now, and they’ve been alone together for a lot more times than one would think, so he’s basically used to being around Yoongi. With all of that considered, he thinks the only thing he should work on is the small changes to the dynamic they’ve built. Could he get used to doing all of the same things, but with openly shared feelings? As more than friends? As lovers?
Before he could get further, Yoongi finally says, “Honestly, I think I’ll get used to the routine, the habits, the gestures… But I don't think I’ll ever get used to being with you.”
Jimin tilts his head. “What do you mean?”
Yoongi releases a soft exhale before he carefully puts down his utensils and faces Jimin, tone and expression calm as he elaborates, “I don't want to get used to you, Min. Every day for the past two years, my heart has always beat differently around you. No moment is ever the same—my heart always grows to learn a new way to admire you, appreciate you, like you… So I don't think I'll ever get used to you, because I know my heart won’t.”
Wow, Jimin thinks. He’s never looked at it that way before, and perhaps it makes sense. Ever since he realized he liked Yoongi more than a friend should, everything was still normal about their interactions; he’s used to it, but he never got over how he felt. Every interaction was the same, but his feelings weren’t, because with everything they shared, his heart beat a little louder, a little harder than it was yesterday, or the day before—hell, even a minute ago.
And Jimin… he likes the sound of that.
“That just gave me a new perspective on that phrase…”
“Did it make sense?” Uncertainty crosses Yoongi’s face, and Jimin smiles at that. Yoongi cares a lot.
“It did,” he reassures, reaching a hand over to rest atop Yoongi’s. This time, Jimin doesn’t shy away from intimately expressing his feelings for him, because Yoongi just did it, and he wants him to know. “I like it… I like you.”
“And I like you, too, so much.”
Yeah, his heart will never get used to Yoongi.
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Thursday comes and goes in the same fashion as Monday. Ever since that day, it naturally became their thing, their routine. Yoongi had taken it upon himself to drive Jimin to and from work, although Jimin insisted he wanted his turn yesterday—claiming that he wants his hyung to experience the passenger princess phenomenon. They would go to Yoongi’s place, order takeout, eat dinner over wine, and then play on the PlayStation in his living room.
Right now, they're doing exactly that. After having their fill of dinner, they settled in their spots on the sofa and talked as Yoongi mindlessly scrolled through the game gallery. Since Monday, they’ve probably played at least nine games now—Jimin wanted to try out everything, and Yoongi has hundreds of games. (He’d asked him how he managed to have that many games, and he was floored when Yoongi casually mentioned he bought an eight terabyte expansion)
“Are there ever times you stream on a weekday?” Jimin wonders out loud. It’s a question he'd never thought of before. Yoongi has ‘weekends’ on his bio, but there have to be times he went off schedule.
“Yes… Sometimes, when I feel like it, I go live.”
Jimin shifts in his position to face Yoongi full-on, his knees up to his chest, and his arms hugging his legs. “Do you feel like doing it this week?”
“Why?” Yoongi raises an eyebrow.
“Nothing, just curious.” He shrugs.
“You always watch me play without the streaming part, Min.”
“I know.”
“So?” Yoongi finally turns his head to look at him, and he’s wearing a silly, confused face. He’s really cute.
“So what?”
But as Yoongi’s face morphs into a teasing one, Jimin takes back his words. “You gonna mark your territory or something?” He’s just a silly man now. A silly, delusional man.
“What?!” Jimin sits up defensively. “What do you mean?” He whines. That was not what Jimin was thinking about—though now that Yoongi mentioned it… He’ll have to do it subtly, like putting cute decorations on his setup—yeah, that would be nice. Maybe even appearing in the background casually once in a while.
Damn it—damn Yoongi-hyung for putting these ideas in my head.
“I’ll go live and you’ll steal my attention and show the world where my heart’s priorities lie.”
Very cliché, very common, very obvious, very romcom. Oh, and very fantasyland. The fact that Yoongi came up with it on the spot, though… he must have fantasized about this. It’s the only explanation for that quickly thought-out description.
“Oh my god—you’re delusional, stop! I never thought of that!”
“You wanna do that, Min.”
“I don’t!” He’s seriously debating on accusing Yoongi of daydreaming about it, or continuing to whine cutely.
“You do! Look, I’ll stream today so you can do your thing.”
“Oh my god, hyung, shut up!” Yup, he’s going to have to accuse him. Quick as a snap, Jimin schools his expression and smirks, leaning into Yoongi’s space and lowering his voice into an innocent yet teasing tone. “Your eagerness to do it just shows that you’ve fantasized about this before. Is this one of the things you mentioned you dreamt of, hyung?”
Finally, it’s Yoongi’s turn to panic. Bright pink colors his cheeks, and his mouth opens and closes in quiet sputtering before he exclaims, “huh?!”
“Like, I dunno, have you fantasized about streaming, playing one of those cool shooting games of yours, and I’m all snuggled in your lap? Nuzzling into your neck, kissing you up—claiming my territory in front of thousands?”
A tense, charged three minutes of silence hover between them. Jimin himself is surprised by his own words, but of course, he won't show Yoongi that. His hyung, too, looks more than surprised—he looks horrified— like a deer caught in the headlights, because what if he is? What if Jimin actually caught him not just off guard, but also guilty of the things he said?
And the funny thing is, the quiet isn't uncomfortable or awkward. Instead, Jimin feels adrenaline coursing through his veins, as if preparing for something to happen between them, as if he’s subconsciously preparing for the thread between them to snap. Unfortunately for him, it doesn't happen because Yoongi is Yoongi. He’s a thoughtful gentleman, unlike Jimin, for doing that.
“I thought we’re saving this kind of conversation for months into our relationship?” Yoongi finally says, and he’s breathless as he speaks, his eyes darting rapidly from Jimin’s eyes to his lips.
“You started it,” Jimin whispers.
“Right.” Yoongi clears his throat and looks away, his throat visibly bobbing when he gulps. “Well, I won't confirm or deny anything. But that sounds like a good idea.”
Jimin’s eyes grow wide, his jaw dropping as soon as those words come out. Oh my god, he thinks it’s a good idea. This whole conversation is a bad idea—because now his thoughts are consumed with the exact image of his own words. That backfired way too quickly. He should really be careful of what he says around Yoongi, otherwise he fears his heart and sanity won’t be able to make it past the age of thirty.
“I wanna play Valorant today!” Jimin claims way too loudly, hoping to quickly change the atmosphere and topic. His poor method works because Yoongi visibly deflates out of relief in his seat. And when Jimin glances at him, he doesn't mention the odd positioning of Yoongi’s legs being crossed.
Yoongi clears his throat again. “You do?”
“I wanna try it out!” In an instant, the mood shifts. Jimin perks up in his seat and takes the controller from Yoongi's hands, scrolling through the gallery with a purpose now.
“Let’s see if Jungkook’s online, play with him.”
“What—no! I don't wanna play with Jungkook!” He opens the game.
“Why?”
“Because he's a pro and he intimidates me.” Jimin glances at Yoongi and bursts out laughing at the deadpanned expression on his face.
“You play with me all the time, and I’m technically a pro, too.”
“I just have a feeling he’ll look at me with disappointment through his character when I fail at something.”
It’s not just a feeling—it’s a known fact. He experienced it once, and he learned to never play with Jungkook again. That boy doesn't have the patience to play with newbies. Well, the dumb newbies, and Jimin is apparently a part of that group.
Yoongi frowns, though. “That’ll never happen, I’ll scold him if he does.”
“Hyunggg,” Jimin whines, sidling up to Yoongi’s side and batting his eyelashes with a pout. “Just you and I.”
And he sees the moment Yoongi gives in—it’s in his eyes, the way they soften as a subtle curl on his lips wrinkles the corners of his eyes just slightly. “Fine, but as usual, I’m sending you out to the battlefield after a few rounds.”
Jimin pulls away and dramatically gasps out loud, putting a hand on his chest in mock offense. “That’s not how you should treat your crush!”
“I’m training you, Min.” Yoongi narrows his eyes.
“But hyung!”
Yoongi quickly shuts his whining off by saying, “I’ll kiss you if you play one round on a public server.”
Just like Jimin had been shocked by his own words earlier, Yoongi seems to be in the same position now. They both blink at each other in a moment of silence, before Jimin croaks out meekly, “You will?”
Kiss. A kiss. On the lips?
“Y-yes,” Yoongi huffs and looks away, the pink tint on his cheeks now spreading out to his ears and neck.
Jimin shouldn’t press further, but he has to make sure he’s not being played right now. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah…” Yoongi’s voice cracks, and he quickly clears his throat to speak more clearly. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“You better keep that promise, Min Yoongi-hyung.” He playfully points a finger at him.
“I will.”
“Great! Now, teach me.” Jimin looks at the screen and tilts his head. He doesn't know how to navigate around it, is unfamiliar, and scared that he might press the wrong button.
“You won’t make a new account?”
Jimin turns to Yoongi and grins. “I want all the cool stuff you already have. I heard there are accessories in the game—I don't doubt you have cool ones!”
“Fine,” Yoongi sighs with a small shake of his head.
“Oh, sorry, is it about your winning streak?” He internally berates himself for forgetting to consider that. Of course, the winning streak is important to Yoongi!
Jimin quickly exits the game, but Yoongi’s already speaking before he can switch users. “Kind of, yes.” They make eye contact, and all he can see is a genuine smile from Yoongi. “But it doesn't matter, I think it’d be cute to see the streak broken… it’d remind me of you every time I play.”
That's adorable, but it would be really unfair. “But—”
Yoongi cuts him off again. “Don’t worry, Min, just use my account. I promise you, it’s fine. I don't actively play it these days anymore, anyway, so do whatever you want. It’d be fun to watch you take over my streak.”
He wants to say something cute back, but he decides that it’s easier to tease Yoongi. “So my failure is your pleasure?” Jimin gasps in mock offense.
Jimin is staring at him with an exaggerated scolding expression while Yoongi stammers in his defense. “Wha—no! Not that part! Just you playing with my account, that’s all—to me, it’s equivalent to you wearing my clothes.” And it's like he can't take it seriously anymore, because snort slips out of Yoongi, until it turns into a chortle.
He simply watches his hyung in contentment. There's nothing more pleasing than seeing the love of your life laughing at your funny face. Love of my life, right, he hadn't confronted his feelings yet. But, well, that should confirm it.
“I’ll steal some from your wardrobe one of these days.”
“And I’ll pretend I don't see anything.”
Jimin hums, satisfied with the answer. “You’re perfect,” he basically purrs, leaning into Yoongi’s side to nuzzle his shoulder.
“You, too.”
For a while, he plays in the range, Jimin getting familiar with the controls, gears, and learning tricks Yoongi likes to use. Yoongi also taught him game terminologies, mostly about the map, just so he could guide Jimin around.
That’s one of the things he genuinely enjoys—Yoongi talking him through the game. He doesn't really understand 90% of what he’s doing, but with Yoongi calmly instructing him where to go or look, where to shoot, how to aim well, the right buttons to press in case he forgets, and also appropriate weapons to use.
All in all, it was a fun experience…
Until Yoongi actually throws him into a battlefield.
His hyung checked who in his friends list was online, and there were a lot of them—Jimin basically had to beg him to just go solo. Somehow, it’s very embarrassing to be teamed with other pro gamers. Especially when he could be the cause of their downfall.
“Don’t worry, Min, whether you die or not, they’ll carry.” Jimin slaps his shoulder. “Okay, okay, sorry. But I promise, it’s okay—I’m here, right? I’ll guide you the entire time.”
So, in the end, he resigns to fate and accepts defeat—he’s teaming up with Yoongi’s very pro, very experienced, very cool, very seasoned gamer friends. And, for once, he thinks playing with Jungkook would've been preferable. Sadly, the baby is offline, either asleep or just busy with another game.
He’s teaming up with strangers who happen to be Yoongi’s gaming buddies.
Jesus, take the wheel!
Jimin has to impress his friends—he can't be that annoying, try-hard partner who's just gonna be the team’s downfall. Yes, he’s taking this seriously, no matter how many times Yoongi assures him it's casual. His gaming buddies’ win streaks are on the line here, dammit!
And if he thought it couldn't get worse, Yoongi pulled out his phone to be on call with them! Jesus, drop me off!
“Communication is important for games like these, Min,” Yoongi casually says before he greets his friends, all of whom monotonously greet him back.
Great, they’re all nonchalant gamers like hyung.
Jimin doesn't know if they can hear him, but he doesn't care. He freaks out. “Hyung, I dunno how to communicate with these—why is it giving tournament vibes—you said this was a casual play!”
“Min,” Yoongi laughs, his torso shaking uncontrollably as he leans back, flushed into the sofa. “This is a casual round, but you're in a team, so you have to communicate! I will do it for you, hm? Don't worry.”
“Fine, but please tell them I’m literally new to this game. Like I’m talking—twenty minutes new.” He gives Yoongi his best pout, and gets a ruffle of his hair in return.
“I got’chu, I got’chu.”
The first game starts off alright. The back of his eyes began to sting in the middle of the game, but he completely ignored it so as not to embarrass Yoongi. In the end, Jimin gets zero kills, and he almost dies, but he survives… which is not the point of the game. He’s basically a useless teammate. And he has a feeling Yoongi's friends are keeping quiet about their complaints out of respect for his hyung.
I will try harder.
He did try harder, and it paid off—he finally got his first kill!
“Wow, Min, you did that! I’m so proud of you!” Yoongi stands up and claps loudly with a proud grin on his face.
Jimin nods his head lightly to avoid worsening the throbbing pain. Then, he smirks because Yoongi seems to have forgotten something. “I did. Hyung, you have to kiss me now.” He says innocently, tilting his head to the side and smiling cutely.
“Um—later,” Yoongi stutters out, immediately going back to his seat and looking ahead at the TV. “The game is still on.” He sounds cold, but Jimin isn't affected, because he can clearly see the flustered pink all over Yoongi’s face, and the nervous fists over his lap.
Cute.
So Jimin goes back to the game, and when the round ends, the pain practically becomes a full migraine, but they don't hesitate to play another. He would say that Yoongi's friends are currently having fun playing with him—but that would be too far of a stretch. They probably don't have anything else to do.
“What a fucking coincidence, it's those guys,” Yoongi says to his phone, and a series of groans and curses respond.
“Hyung?” His words slur, and Yoongi fortunately doesn't catch it, too distracted by the game.
“The opposing team is annoyingly hard to beat. They're fun to play with if you're feeling good and want a little challenge, but if you're in a bad mood, then they'll just piss you off.” Yoongi scoots closer until their thighs touch. “I’ll guide you, but tell me if it gets too much, okay? I’ll handle it.”
Jimin hums an affirmative, locking in when the game begins and ignoring the way his throat closes up. Yeah, he’s fucked if this doesn't end sooner.
It begins well at first, Jimin gets a few hits in on someone, and manages to lose that same person when they chase him. However, his vision starts to blur, and he keeps blinking to clear it, but the throbbing in his head only worsens the more he blinks. It's when a teammate nearby gets injured, and Yoongi hastily instructs Jimin to assist, that he can't handle the pain anymore.
“Hyung, it hurts…” He slurs out, his eyes shutting closed not too tightly, and his chin lowered to his chest.
Jimin vaguely hears Yoongi cursing, and before he knows it, a warm body presses against his back, arms wrap around his frame, and big hands cover his own over the controller. He quickly realizes the position they're in, but he doesn't have the strength to feel embarrassed or flustered about it. Instead, he lets the warmth take over him, and he shifts a little to his side to rest his head against Yoongi's chest.
“Rest your eyes, Min, and don't move too much. Stay there, okay?” Yoongi whispers, and he feels a soft press on top of his head.
And so he did. He doesn't know how long the game lasts, but he doesn't care and simply enjoys being in Yoongi's embrace. Napping wasn't an option, either, because the pain makes it hard to relax. So for the entire time, he stays like that, listening to Yoongi's heartbeat, the lowered volume of the game, and the occasional murmurs of curses at the game, or words of comfort against Jimin’s head.
Eventually, Jimin retracts his hands from the controller and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s middle, finally full-on snuggling him. With the new position, Yoongi slowly leans back until they’re flush against the sofa. It's more comfortable like this, and Jimin completes the coziness by lifting his legs and draping them over Yoongi’s lap.
After what feels like an eternity, the game finally ends with a victory—judging by the cheers coming from the phone and the amused huff from Yoongi. He hears his hyung quietly saying his goodbyes to his friends, and then it’s silent in the room.
“You asleep?” Yoongi whispers against his hair, and Jimin hums a ‘no’ in reply.
“Gonna stay the night?” Jimin smiles and nods his head once.
He hears Yoongi turning off the TV and PlayStation, then feels arms engulf him after. They’re full-on cuddling now, and he can't help the pleased sigh he lets out, a sigh that turns into soft hums of pleasure when fingers gently massage his head.
“I still have to give you that reward,” Yoongi mumbles.
Jimin doesn't even think about it for a second—his head immediately shoots up with his lips puckered. This sends a jolt of pain in his head, but he ignores it. I need Yoongi’s kisses now! And his reaction has Yoongi laughing out loud, shaking both of their bodies.
“You’re so, so, so adorable, I dunno how I resisted you for two years—no, five years for the whole time we’ve known each other.” And then Yoongi kisses him…
But not on the lips. The soft press of his lips travels from the forehead, nose, each cheek, and then the chin. Each kiss was loud with gentle pressure, enough for the feeling to linger on his skin. And, in all of Jimin’s honesty, he loves it. It's sweeter than the lips-to-lips he’d expected, and he’s happy he was given them in the first place.
Yoongi makes him very happy.
As they lie in bed with Jimin’s head resting against Yoongi’s chest, Yoongi fills his ears with whispered praises and assurances that his friends had fun—even if Jimin hadn't told him his insecurities regarding it.
“They said they’d love to play with you again, that for a first-timer, you were more decent than they expected.”
“They said you were cool, Min.”
“You did that—you had them wrapped around your little finger...”
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On Friday night, Yoongi went live, and Jimin came prepared for that. When he picked up his hyung from work, they both stopped by the mall and shopped for clothes for tomorrow—for their date. They agreed to match outfits, and Jimin was genuinely surprised that Yoongi pitched the idea himself first.
“What if we don't match colors, but instead wear similar styles?”
And they ended up with a blue, oversized, cotton jacket for Jimin that he’ll match with a white shirt underneath, and a cream colored, synthetic leather jacket for Yoongi—which he’ll pair with a plain, cream colored shirt. Overall, he knows they’ll look cute and cozy together on their date! And he can't wait for it to finally come, because he won't hold back from hugging Yoongi any chance he gets.
After picking out their clothes, Jimin also bought a character plushie—Shooky was its name—and he got it with the intention of displaying it somewhere in Yoongi's game room. He hadn't told his hyung about it, of course, and gave a dumb excuse about finding it cute. Well, it was cute.
Now, Yoongi is live on a Friday night with that same plushie sitting on his lap.
“You’re very territorial,” Yoongi teased.
“Have you seen yourself? Who wouldn't be? Now shut up and cradle this baby while you play.”
Of course, his hyung immediately obeyed him. Jimin even went as far as to put on his heavily-tinted, very-transferable lip gloss and pressed a kiss on Shooky. So, yeah, his plans on being subtle went down the drain.
What exactly triggered this, you may ask? Yoongi posted a selca of himself just woken up on Twitter, and a lot of fans thirsted in the replies. What's worse was the fact that Jimin’s head was literally in frame, nuzzling into Yoongi’s chest. And people had the audacity.
So here they are—Jimin in his own bedroom, lying down on his side with Yoongi’s livestream on his phone.
He opted out of staying the night at Yoongi’s, wanting the space to properly prepare for their date tomorrow.
“Outside of streaming, I’ve been exploring different genres now. I don't know why I never did that before, but I guess playing with Min encouraged me to do it.” Yoongi grins, though his eyes are still focused on the game.
He’s playing Overwatch on the PlayStation with Jungkook and other friends. Yoongi mentioned that he simply transfers the console back and forth whenever he feels like it. And while he plays, Shooky is proudly sitting on his lap comfortably, the kiss mark on top shining and visible to the camera. Jimin is not embarrassed to admit that the sight sent a pleased tingle all over his insides. And not to mention, Yoongi is also talking about him — God, I'm winning in life.
“Shit—” Yoongi’s character gets hit, but he recovers quickly. “Min and I went out shopping after work, and he gave me this Shooky plushie. He's not beside me today, so our baby Shooky is keeping me company.”
‘Our’ ! Yoongi is making it sound like Shooky is their son. He’s definitely not complaining.
Yoongi snorts. “Jungkook just asked about my selfie today… Sorry for the jumpscare, guys.” He laughs some more, his face reddening on screen. “So what if it was Min in the pic?”
Jimin didn't have to be that territorial after all.
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yoongi-hyung:
I’m on my way but take your time
jimin:
hyunggggg you’re like 30 minutes early
yoongi-hyung:
I’m too excited :(
Can I watch you get ready?
jimin:
WHAT
i mean
it’s fine i just need makeup now
yoongi-hyung:
You can put some on me too :)
jimin:
wahhh hehe okay come over!
yoongi-hyung:
Alright, I’m coming up
jimin:
THAT QUICK?
yoongi-hyung:
I was walking while texting
jimin:
okay hurry!
yoongi-hyung:
You’re so cute
jimin:
i know!
Jimin has been waiting for this moment, not just for the past week, but for the past few months since he discovered he has romantic feelings for his close friend. Even now, as they text to teach others’ numbers, and he’s getting ready for their date, he still can't believe it. It’s a literal dream come true—fantasy coming to life.
When he woke up that morning, he didn't hold back anymore and spammed Taehyung about the recent events of his life. Naturally, the moment the messages were labeled as ‘seen,’ a call came through, just after he and Yoongi texted.
“Taehyung, I’m freaking out. I’m talking about the final stage, freaking out.” It is the stage where Jimin is absolutely out of it, so that his entire body is numb. He’s not screaming as he normally would, he’s not pacing around, he’s not hyperventilating—he’s just eerily calm.
“Jimin, this is literally the moment we’ve all waited for.” Jimin nods his head as if Taehyung could see. “I think it’s good that you're in the final stage—have you eaten?”
“Yes.”
“Showered?”
“Yes.”
“Changed?”
“Yes.”
“Put on makeup?”
“Not yet, Yoongi-hyung’s coming over.” He looks around his room and bites his lip. The numbness calming down his body is genuinely scaring him. And he says so to Taehyung.
“Jimin, you said you’ve both been hanging out the whole week? Confessing daily, kissing cheeks, cuddling, being intimate—maybe you're not freaking out at all.”
“That can't make sense—that’s not how I function!” He sighs and looks at his reflection in the mirror.
“I know, but you said you both basically fell into a routine, so you're not freaking out because you're just used to going out with him now. It’d be like a regular day out.”
For five days, a lot has changed between their dynamic, their relationship. Just like Yoongi had said on Monday over dinner, he’s getting used to this routine with him. It's easy getting used to the things he shares with Yoongi, especially when they're harmonious moments between them.
“Maybe… maybe, maybe. I am excited, though, because we get to act more couple-y than usual. Like— officially.”
“Yeah, exactly! Stick to that excitement—don't worry your pretty little head over whatever, okay?”
The doorbell rings, and Jimin doesn't think ‘finally’ , because Yoongi never announces his arrival. With a confused frown, Jimin says a quick goodbye to Taehyung, then gets up and goes to the front door, peeking at the peephole. To his surprise, it was Yoongi, and his hyung was standing awkwardly with his hands behind his back.
He opens the door with a pout. “Hyung, you know the code.”
Yoongi graces him with a smile, nervous around the edges, but sweet and fond. “I do, but it's our first official date. I want to impress you all over again.”
And before Jimin could reassure him, a small bouquet covered his line of sight. He's stunned into silence, staring unblinking for a few moments, until he bursts into a fit of giggles. Yoongi is extremely adorable, Jimin’s poor heart can't take it.
He carefully takes the bouquet and smiles down at it. It's small and not showy, just how he prefers it, and his cheeks hurt from the warmth creeping up and his ever-growing grin.
Yoongi’s proven to him, once again, that his heart will never get used to him. The simple gesture of giving flowers with a shy smile and red face could send Jimin into a heart attack. Okay, no, but really, Jimin is in love. There, he finally admits it. Such a strong, overwhelming emotion that his hands can't fully grasp.
It’s the unwavering smiles they share—the kind of smile that challenges the limit of its stretch. It’s incredibly hard to stop his grin when it comes to Yoongi, because each time, it only seems to grow wider, and they’re always on the same page with that.
It's the lingering eye contact—the kind that challenges the other to look away first, except both are too mesmerized to even think about breaking the stare. Jimin loves Yoongi’s eyes, especially when they light up at the sight of him; when he searches for something in Jimin’s face and galaxies would eventually fill his eyes.
It’s this— simply being with Yoongi.
“They’re lovely, hyung, thank you so much,” he whispers, cradling the bouquet to his chest.
“And I also got you a gift,” Yoongi reveals his other hand, and there he holds a wrapped box. He got it wrapped, for fuck’s sake—how much more endearing could he get?
“Oh— oh my god, you didn't have to! Hyung,” Jimin whines and takes the gift, but he doesn't pay much attention to it, deciding that hugging Yoongi was more important.
He wraps his hyung into a tight embrace, his hands holding onto his gifts tightly while his arms squeeze Yoongi’s waist. Jimin nuzzles into his shoulder and whines some more because, truthfully, he doesn't know how to properly react. And, just like the other times they hug, his heart does somersaults when Yoongi returns his embrace just as tightly.
This right here is what it feels like to be in love with Yoongi.
“You're beautiful, Min,” Yoongi mutters while pressing small kisses on Jimin’s head. “Thank you for accepting to date me.”
“Just to warn you, I may act like it, but I’m not normal about you—never was, even the past week.” Jimin looks at Yoongi, but doesn't pull away from the hug. “Are you okay with that?”
Fortunately, Yoongi just chuckles, “You think I’m also normal about you? Jungkook and Namjoon know too much, too graphic about my feelings for you—even my viewers know about this crush of mine… I wouldn't be surprised if they connected the dots with you when I first appeared in your vid.”
“Hyung…” He starts off seriously, “We’re meant to be.”
It successfully pulls out a bark of laughter from Yoongi, and Jimin just stares at him lovingly, proud of himself for doing that. He made his hyung laugh like that. No one can rival him anymore; he’s the one for Yoongi.
“Yes, Min, we are.”
“Anyway, let's finish preparing for our date!”
Jimin pulls Yoongi inside and to his room, where he pushes him to sit on the vanity. His hyung stares at him quietly while he puts makeup on his smooth, pale canvas. Another thing Jimin adores about Yoongi is his care for his own skin—he appreciates a man who can care for himself.
When they're done with makeup, Jimin opens the wrapped gift before they leave, and he spends at least five minutes cooing at it, hugging Yoongi, and then hugging his gift tightly. Yoongi bought him yellow, cat-shaped headphones with LED ears. The color matches well with the headrest he put on Yoongi’s chair. It reminds him of both himself and his hyung.
“It’s like a mix of me and you.” Jimin giggles and puts it on, grinning at Yoongi happily.
Yoongi smiles back and lifts a hand to play with the cat ears. “How?”
“Yellow is, like, my signature color, and you're always compared to a cat.” Jimin taps Yoongi’s nose, his chest tightening at the adorable way his nose scrunches up.
“You got me…” Yoongi shyly admits, then drops his hand down to Jimin’s cheek, lightly pinching it. “I always see content on my timeline of me being compared to a cat. When I saw these headphones, I immediately thought of you because of the color, and then the cat ears—I saw both of us in it.”
“Very well thought-out. I love it so much.” And he hugs Yoongi once more, tighter than ever.
They first ate lunch at a small café, enjoying the calm, quiet atmosphere it had as they talked and giggled in hushed tones. Their conversation was about anything they could think of, and it surprised Jimin how they never ran out of topics. Five years. They’ve been friends for five years, became inseparable in just five days, yet they always have something to talk about.
After lunch, Yoongi took him to a game store, where they both brainstormed Jimin’s future setup and discussed the games present at the store. They were supposed to be just window shopping—at least Jimin thought so—but Yoongi ended up buying him three PlayStation games, where he promised they would play together at his place.
“I can’t choose—hyung, you have to help me pick a game.” Jimin looks at Disney, Sack Boy, and Copycat in his hands, whining when he can't make up his mind. They’re all cute games that he knows they’ll both enjoy playing in Yoongi's living room.
“Why choose when we can get all three?” Yoongi takes the games from Jimin’s hands and starts walking towards the cashier.
He is left standing there for a few moments, sputtering in disbelief before he snaps out of it and goes after Yoongi. His hyung is already giving the cashier his card when Jimin sidles up to his side. Jimin quietly whines that only Yoongi could hear, and pinches his arm.
“Ow— I’m buying you a gift, and this is how you treat me?” Yoongi chuckles.
“You already bought me enough gifts! Thank you so much, by the way.” Not a fan of public affection, he settles on lightly pinching Yoongi’s cheek, silently promising to kiss it plenty of times later.
In return, Jimin pre-orders a game that Yoongi mentioned one time he’d been planning to purchase once pre-order was available. His hyung protests, saying he’d buy it himself, but Jimin insisted—of course he would! Yoongi always spoils him; it’s his turn to do the same.
“Ba—Min, I promise, you don't have to give me anything in return,” Yoongi pouts as he watches Jimin hand his card to the cashier.
“Hyung, I would love to spoil you, too, okay? Just as you love doing things for me without expecting anything in return. Just accept this as it is.” He repeats the words Yoongi always tells him when he used to refuse his generosity.
Although he still does it at times, he’s been doing it less lately, knowing that if Yoongi wasn't willing to do something, he wouldn't do it. Now, it’s Yoongi's turn to learn that Jimin is just as willing to spoil him, to learn to just accept Jimin’s gestures as it is.
“Thank you, Min…” Yoongi leans into his ear and whispers, “Can I kiss your cheek as payment, then?”
Jimin fights off the heat pooling in his cheeks and side-eyes Yoongi. He whispers back, “You’re welcome, and yes, that’s definitely an acceptable payment, but let’s do that somewhere private.”
Kisses were, in fact, not enough for Yoongi, because as soon as they passed by a claw machine and Jimin made a small passing comment on how cute the toys were, Yoongi was on a mission. He let go of Jimin’s hand and immediately inserted coins.
“Damn it, I almost got it!”
Jimin sighs and clings to Yoongi’s arm, “We can just let it go, hyung.”
It takes three more tries until Yoongi finally wins one. But his hyung still complains and pouts, because “I got you the tiniest.”
The toy is actually a keychain, and it’s a small, squishy chick. Yoongi may be disappointed that it’s not the ‘best’ prize there, but Jimin is absolutely in love with it. His hyung winning it for him only makes it more special.
“It's perfect, hyung, and it’s a keychain! I can take it wherever I go!” Jimin kisses the chick’s beak and then presses it to Yoongi’s lips. An indirect kiss that successfully erases the pout, replacing it with a shy, blushy smile.
“And you’re perfect.”
They spend the rest of their afternoon at the park, strolling around, buying snacks here and there, and just talking. And when the sun sets, Jimin demands that Yoongi take his photos, which all turned out beautifully.
“From now on, you're my official photographer.” And because there weren't many people around, Jimin didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Yoongi's neck and hug him tight. He kisses his hyung’s cheek multiple times, just like he promised earlier.
“I’ll take a picture of you every time we hang out or date.”
Jimin loves the sound of that.
Over dinner at a family-owned restaurant near their homes, they discuss their next stream, which they plan to do after their date.
“Are we still gonna play Minecraft together?” Yoongi asks while putting more meat on Jimin’s plate. As if the plate isn't stacked with rice, meat, and side dishes already. Yoongi has had the habit of doing that for years, but he noticed how it never stops anymore these days. He's become Jimin’s food refiller at this point.
“I was actually planning to play one of those co-op games of yours.” He stares at Yoongi, waiting for his reaction, and he’s pleased to see the shocked look on his face.
“If you’re sure… You're really enjoying them, aren't you?” Yoongi holds a fond look on his face that Jimin can't help but grin rather shyly at.
“Yes! I mostly just enjoy the feeling of being stealthy—and like a cool agent or something when I shoot.” He makes a gesture of aiming a gun and squinting his eyes. When he puts his hands down, he smiles at Yoongi teasingly. “Especially when you're always holding me from behind to help me.”
Yoongi chokes. He coughs and pats his chest while Jimin fusses over him, handing him a glass of water and patting his back over the table.
“Babe, you can't just say that while I’m trying to eat.”
Jimin sputters. Babe?! Where did that come from? “And you can’t just call me babe!”
“Payback!” Yoongi clears his throat one more time, then sighs in resignation. “But anyway, um, sure, what do you wanna use?” They go back to eating.
“PlayStation, so that you can hug me better from behind.”
Yoongi whines as Jimin laughs. “You really wanna see me combust, huh?”
“Of course!”
“You’re acting as if you weren't a blushing, giggly mess when I did that!”
Jimin playfully gasps. “And you're acting as if you didn't intentionally pull me closer to your chest to nuzzle your face into my hair.”
That effectively shuts Yoongi up—his hyung choosing to stuff his mouth with food instead of responding. This makes Jimin laugh loudly, his body bent over the table.
But despite the way he’s teasing his hyung, he himself isn't faring any better internally, because, of course, he’s extremely giddy over their cuddly moments. Especially the one he just mentioned.
“Just continue eating, Min.”
“So now I’m Min?”
“Yah…”
The pout only makes Jimin laugh harder.
Perhaps drinking was a bad idea, especially knowing that he’ll be going live later, but he still drank anyway. He and Yoongi agreed on wine when they got back to the latter’s place, and they drank for a while until Jimin felt the tingling sensation of becoming tipsy. The thought of streaming effectively held him back from drinking more, and so did Yoongi.
If there’s one thing he learned from playing after a good session of drinking—it's that he doesn't have to worry about that stupid migraine. There's a possibility that it has to do with the fact that his head is already a little numb from the alcohol. He’ll have to bring this up to Namjoon one of these days.
Now, here he is, sitting in front of Yoongi's monitor with flushed cheeks, hands clutching the controller like his life depends on it, while he quietly tries to take down the opposing team. He’d turn on the stream earlier without any introductions or small talk, simply going right into the game. Yoongi had laughed at him for being completely opposite of his sober self, but he didn't reciprocate his hyung’s teasing.
“Everyone, Min is very quiet when he’s tipsy—I don't even know why that is, but anyway, excuse him.”
Yoongi does most of the talking, guiding him through the game and entertaining the viewers with commentary. Both of them are the opposite with alcohol in their systems, whereas Jimin is silent, Yoongi won't stop talking—and he’s quite cocky, too.
“He had it coming—Min’s coming for all of you.”
Or
“Babe, you almost had him.”
Another thing about their livestream tonight—Yoongi is so loose-lipped, he’s taken to calling Jimin just that, ‘babe.’ Gone was the cute ‘Min’ nickname for him. Now, he’s just ‘babe.’
“Babe , your left.”
“Just like that, babe.”
“Babe , behind you.”
“Good job, baby.”
Jimin ducks down and hides from the camera, embarrassed at the praise and nickname. Gosh, why did it sound so good? He doesn't even want to look at the chat, afraid of the teasing he'll get from their friends and viewers.
“Babe, you're still in the game.”
“I knowww,” he whines, looking up and pouting at Yoongi. He doesn't say it, but he hopes his hyung can tell from his face that he’s flustered at the nickname.
“Want me to finish it for you?”
He hesitates for a second before nodding. Yoongi immediately gets up from his chair and stands beside Jimin. Because of the tall backrest, Yoongi bends down from the side, and wraps Jimin in an embrace—the same position they found themselves in last Wednesday night.
Yoongi's hands wrap over Jimin’s on the controller, his chin resting on top of the latter’s head. The game continues, and Jimin stays silent as he watches everything unfold on the screen. His hyung must be uncomfortable, but Yoongi doesn't shift, engrossed in the game.
“Stupid fucker…” Yoongi mumbles to himself. “When they're being annoying like this, baby, all you have to do is spam bombs at them and hope for the best.” He does exactly that, and they both watch as the player runs away with multiple bombs going off behind him.
Jimin’s pretty sure Yoongi doesn't actually do that, but still laughs anyway. Victory covers the screen a moment later, and they cheer gleefully. He's entirely impressed by Yoongi’s ability to play well despite the alcohol in his system.
“We won!”
“Yeah, we did. Congrats, babe.”
And then, Yoongi nuzzles into his hair. Jimin giggles shyly, conscious of the camera, but his hyung doesn't care. Yoongi’s arms move up to hug Jimin by his shoulders, and presses a loud kiss on his head. Any other time, he would scold his hyung and feel uncomfortable by the public display of affection. However, he lets him be—just because.
Jimin’s mostly sober by now, but Yoongi seems to still have the alcohol effect.
“Hyung, we’re still live…” He shyly reminds him, and Yoongi hums knowingly.
“I know, just can't help it—you’re too cute, and I love you too much.”
They both instantly freeze, and Yoongi seems to sober up from his own words. His hyung quickly pulls away, like he surprised himself—as if he didn't just say the big words himself, and stands far away to the back. He’s out of frame now, but Jimin can still feel the lingering touch of GungHo all over him.
With the awkwardness and tension in the room, Jimin mumbles a quick goodbye and moves to turn off the stream—only to freeze, again, when he sees it. 800 thousand views. He looks at the profile, then gasps loudly.
“Oh no—oh no, no, no, no!” His hands move up to his mouth. “Oh my god, hyung, I’ve been streaming from your channel this whole time.”
The live stream is still ongoing, but Jimin stares at the screen, horrified as the channel name stares back at him mockingly.
‘agust d’
Jimin doesn't notice Yoongi coming back until the Twitch site closes and the PlayStation gets shut off. He looks up in shock—and nervousness, not sure how his hyung feels about the situation. However, when he sees his face, he sees nothing but that adorably red, flustered look. Their eyes meet, and they don't say anything for a while.
Right. Yoongi just said he loves him in front of 800 thousand people. Loves him too much, to be precise.
And does he feel the same? What a stupid question, of course he does.
Yoongi opens his mouth to say something, but Jimin quickly beats him to it and blurts out, “I love you, too!”
Fuck, how good it felt to finally say it… How good it felt to easily say it without feeling like he just said it out of appropriateness to the situation. How good it feels that it’s for Yoongi.
They're quiet again, and Yoongi’s just staring at him with a slack jaw. Should I have said something about the stream first? Before he could overthink it further, Yoongi finally spoke.
“I love you.”
He didn't have the opportunity to hear it well the first time, but hearing it again, now clearly and intimately, just between them in their safe space—there are no words for this. Euphoria has a nice ring to it, though.
Jimin shifts in his seat with his heart in his throat, suddenly emotional. And when he meets Yoongi’s eyes, he sees those galaxies once more, and they’re looking at one thing instead of their usual searching—Jimin’s eyes.
“I love you, too.” He nods to himself, showing Yoongi that he’s certain of his feelings. And those feelings are very loud, alright.
“I know, and I love you.” Yoongi’s face softens as a small smile curls his lips. He steps closer and bends down to Jimin’s eye level, reaching up a hand to cup his cheek and gently caressing it. A sigh that sounds relieved and content comes out.
Feeling silly, Jimin grins and says, “You know that I know, and I know that you know.” His heart is going haywire in his chest when the shock fades, and the realization and giddiness settle in—but he manages to remain calm.
“I know,” whispers Yoongi. “I love you.”
Jimin cups Yoongi’s jaw with both hands and leans his face closer. “I love you, too, hyung.”
Oh—
So this is what kissing Yoongi feels like. Their lips are chapped, their breaths mixing in their exhales are warm, their stubbles itch, and their face oils touch—but it's perfect. It’s Yoongi. It’s them.
When they pull away, they smile shyly at one another.
“Is it the right time to confess that I made a replica of us in The Sims and made them kiss all day?”
“Hyung,” Jimin stares at Yoongi, eyes wide. “You’re so not normal about me.”
And if they spent the rest of their night reenacting Yoongi's fantasy from his Sims replica characters, their viewers didn't have to know. Nor their friends. But knowing Yoongi’s inability to be normal about Jimin, of course, it eventually spreads on their server.
(Jimin started it first with Taehyung, who blabbered it to Namjoon, who accidentally spilled it to the others while on call)
— 쿹 🎀