Chapter Text
Theoretically 400 minutes is a long time, a lot can change in 400 minutes. 400 minutes is almost seven hours.
You can write an essay in 400 minutes
You can go to school in 400 minutes.
You can drive to a different state in 400 minutes.
You can fly to a different country in 400 minutes.
You can ruin a long lasting relationship in 400 minutes.
You can fall in love in 400 minutes.
You can die in 400 minutes.
Your whole world can change in just 400 minutes.
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Jimin felt a lot of things, but as it came closer to Christmas, most of it was pain. Yoongi was busy studying for Christmas exams, so the time they spent with each other was minimal. Jimin didn’t need to bother with the exams, as he would already be signed out of the school by then. He tried to be as supportive as possible, buying Yoongi lunches and coffees to keep him motivated, but something was different between them.
Around two weeks before Christmas Yoongi thought distancing himself from Jimin would make the leaving part easier, it did not. If anything, it made it worse. It gave him a very, very small glimpse into what it would be like to not have him around again, and it was, as expected, unbearable. He didn't keep it up for long, just until the night that Jimin was moving apartments, not until then.
Yoongi woke up with Jimin around him as usual, even if he was trying to keep a distance he couldn’t sleep without Jimin’s strong arms anymore. He didn’t know what he would do when he was gone, his brain couldn’t think of a solution. His body always felt cold and distant when Jimin wasn’t there to hold it at night, it just felt wrong.
Jimin was packing his things in silence, Yoongi sitting on his bed, watching his actions with vacant eyes. His heart was throbbing in his chest, especially when Jimin gently pulled down the photo of them from High School off the wall. He crumpled the image of him and Mirai, throwing it across the floor carelessly. Neither of them made an effort to say anything, both of them wallowing in their own sorrow rather than sharing it.
Jimin was wearing Yoongi’s clothes, as he did so often recently. He didn’t like his grandad wear anymore, but owned nothing else. He never really got the chance to go shopping, so him and Yoongi just sort of shared everything he owned, and Yoongi never complained. Yoongi liked seeing Jimin in his jumpers and pants, something about it made him feel warm. It made him feel like Jimin was his, and that his clothes on his frame made that statement.
Taehyung wasn't happy to hear that Jimin was leaving, even if their relationship was on thin ice. In fact, he showed up at their apartment at 3am weeping, Jungkook behind him looking very confused and concerned. Taehyung threw himself into Jimin’s arms, and they both talked about everything that had happened over the past week. Yoongi thought they both needed the conversation, as each end had clearing up to do. Turns out Taehyung had not told Jimin’s mother, so he assumed it was Mirai. Jimin wasn't mad at her, purely as he didn't care about her anymore, she wasn't important anymore.
Namjoon and Yoongi were recovering. Namjoon tried to be as supportive as possible when he found out Jimin was moving, but he couldn't help himself when he felt relieved. All he wanted was Yoongi to be happy, and Jimin still didn't prove his worthiness or capability of doing that. Turns out Namjoon started dating Princess Peach, deciding that he liked both boys and girls, and he didn't mind that. Apparently Namjoon, Princess Peach, Hoseok, Jungkook and Taehyung hung out a lot, this information left Yoongi confused on how he should feel about it. He couldn't decide on whether the fact himself and Jimin were excluded offended him or not, but then again, he couldn't blame them.
Everything, he supposed, fixed itself. Most things, that is. Jimin was still leaving, that was Yoongi’s remaining worry, and his biggest one of all.
When Jimin was finished packing, the apartment felt empty. The little decorations and plastic pants that Jimin had placed everywhere used to annoy him, but now his additions made it feel like home. It was basically like Jimin’s presence was gone, and Yoongi never added decorations, so it was blank and dull. Everything was empty without Jimin, Yoongi very much so included.
They didn’t talk until Jimin was bringing his things to and from a van that was waiting to collect his things outside, they were going to be brought to his mother's house.
It was late in the evening then, the sun had long set and darkness had enveloped the sky. It was pouring rain, Jimin had to run to the van so his cardboard boxes wouldn't get damp and be destroyed. His clothes (Yoongi’s clothes) were sopping, the fabric sticking uncomfortably to his chest, his hair dripping. He tried to ignore his discomfort so he could get the job done, but he gradually got more tired, and the tasks got more difficult.
He was also trying to avoid the voice in his mind that was telling him it was his last time in room 400, and that someone else would move in and take his place. He didn’t like the idea of someone else living with Yoongi, someone else eating breakfast with him, someone else making him laugh and someone else getting him through exam season. He didn't want it to be someone else . He wanted it to be him.
Not to mention Yoongi was being irritably distant, one word answers and shrugs was all he received from him in the past week. He still kissed him, and slept in his arms, but everything else was limited. It was weird. He paused at the door frame when he had picked up his last box, turning around to Yoongi who was sat at a table with study sheets sprawled around him. He burned Yoongi’s outline into the back of his head, he wanted to remember him as vividly as possible.
“Goodbye, Yoongi,” Jimin spoke quietly, feeling unnerved when the silver boy turned his chin up slightly, silently noting that he was, in fact, leaving now. Yoongi hesitated, his grip tightening on his pen. He bit down on his lips, taking a deep breath in and sighing.
“Goodbye, Jimin,” Jimin supposed that that was going to be it, after all that happened, this was how it was going to be. He was going to leave now, even though he had a week left, because he had no valid reason to stay. Yoongi obviously wasn't determined to keep him around, or even say goodbye, so that was it. It was the end, of whatever it was that they had, that something he couldn't label. Was it a relationship? Could he even say that? He couldn't be upset or offended, because they had nothing to break in the first place. And yet, he was still reluctant.
He waited at the door, desperate for something, anything. He would take anything over the silence, he couldn't bare the quiet. It hurt more than any bitter cruel words that Yoongi could spit, at least that showed that he cared. The quiet, well, that showed no emotion. It made Jimin feel irrelevant and small, and maybe that he overlooked what Yoongi really meant, and that he wanted to move on. He couldn't be mad about it, as he once did the exact same thing. It would be nothing but hypocritical.
He took one final glance at Yoongi, staring deeply into his chocolate brown eyes, taking one last look at his small nose and pretty pink lips. He took one last glimpse of his fluffy hair and squishy face, his last look at his dainty frame and thin waist, his last time seeing his pouty expression and faint smile. And then, he ran. He ran and didn't look back, it was easier that way. That way he couldn't stop himself, he couldn't go back and pathetically beg something from Yoongi like he always did. He didn't want to put the other in that situation anymore, he had done it enough. He was going to leave without another word, and Yoongi’s life would go back to normal, just like before, when didn't cause all of this havoc.
The cold air hit him like a slap, the sweet scent that was Yoongi’s still clinging to his clothes. He purposely wore his favourite jumper of Yoongi’s that day, an oversized grey one that suited his tiny frame so well. The rain was no news, just adding to the shit that was his day. He felt so unfinished, so wrong , with how him and Yoongi left things. It was as if so many words were left unsaid, so many things were left undone. But if this was how Yoongi wanted it, that's the way it was going to be.
Jimin wasn't going to be selfish anymore.
--
Yoongi couldn't go through with his original intentions. He was going to let Jimin leave like this, but that wasn't right. He still had a potential week with the boy he claimed to love, and it took him a moment to figure out that it would be ridiculous to throw that away like it meant nothing. It could, possibly, mean everything.
So he ran, faster than he could ever remember. By the time he was in his dorm buildings entrance, his was lost for breath, but he couldn't stop there. He ran out onto the porch, the rain immediately seeping through his clothes. He just caught Jimin, who had just placed his last box in the back of the van and had closed it shut. He was about to go take his seat in the front when he spotted Yoongi keeled over, panting in the rain, cheeks flushed.
“Yoongi?” Jimin called out quietly, barely even being heard over the rain, but it was just enough. Yoongi looked up at him, forgetting about the rain, forgetting that he was leaving, none of that mattered anymore. He had Jimin now, in the present moment, and he should have never, ever taken that for granted. He quite literally launched himself onto Jimin’s body, wrapping his hips around his waist and grabbing his face and pulling it into his own. Jimin spun around on somewhat instinct, Yoongi’s legs slowly slipping back to the floor. He kissed Jimin lovingly rough, if that was at all possible. The rain made if somewhat inconvenient, the inability to open their eyes and the water spilling down their lips certainly added to the experience.
Yoongi was caught off guard when Jimin poked his tongue between the gap of his lips, he didn't put up a fight like he usually did for his own amusement, just letting it happen. He didn't feel like fighting that night, he justed wanted to be looked after and loved, and that’s exactly what he got. What happened that night was something Yoongi never anticipated would happen, between the feeling of pain and love, Yoongi just wanted Jimin, in every way possible.
They pulled away eventually when both of their bodies started shivering and the van driver beeped his horn angrily. He gave him his mother's address, stating that he wasn't going with it. Yoongi dragged Jimin inside, clinging onto his hand, pulling him back to their room. Jimin didn't really get the hint, being the naïve innocent boy that he was on the inside, he didn't think too much of it.
It wasn't until they made it back to their apartment and Yoongi was persistently tugging on the hem of his shirt and whining, when he finally caught on. He wanted to, too, but he was nervous. He had never done this before, he didn't want to do anything with anyone after leaving Yoongi. He wasn't positive about Yoongi’s position, but after how heartbroken he seemed to be, he supposed the same went for him. It was a bit lame of them, considering their age, but it was their own fault for being so attached to each other that everyone else felt wrong.
Everything they did that night wasn't about sex or pleasure, it was purely love and their insatiable need for each other. It was Yoongi’s longing for Jimin to stay and Jimin’s want not to leave. It was romantic and sweet, not rough or sexual, they somehow made it possible. Their inexperience caused for a few mishaps and awkward moments, but they were to be forgotten above everything else.
Jimin was tender and caring, almost too much to the point where Yoongi was left begging for him to touch him. Jimin asked before everything, never trying something without his consent first, it was sweet. He made Yoongi feel loved and wanted, and that his body wasn't the reason they were doing what they were doing.
Yoongi was scared, but not as much as Jimin, whose hands shook and voice cracked. Yoongi reassured him and guided him, showing him where his hands were meant to go and what they were meant to do. Yoongi tried to show that he was in at least pain as possible, he didn't want to make Jimin worry. But Jimin was hot, his heavy panting and the way his eyes screwed completely shut was almost enough to throw Yoongi over the edge. The way he tried to hard to keep his hips from moving and how the sweat dropped from his forehead, it was all too much.
Jimin would never forget how Yoongi’s wet, white shirt stuck to his slim waist, his belly button on show. He would never forget how the only light supplied by the moon shone on Yoongi’s screwed up flushed face, or how his pale slim fingers gripped at the sheets. He would never forget how to his usual deep husky voice was switched into needy high pitched whimpers, all of this information permanently burned into the back of his brain. He would never forget how good purple marks looks scattered across Yoongi’s untainted hipbones, climbing his chest and more displayed on his neck. He would never forget how his own named sounded slipping from the swollen lips of the boy beneath him, he would never forget, and that was the beauty of it.
Yoongi cling to Jimin’s bare body tighter than ever that night, and Jimin tried to ignore the tears that fell against the back of his neck and the uneven breaths that hit against his ear.
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( High School)
Jimin was leaving today. Yoongi knew this. He already had his coat on and his bag ready at the door, his mum was calling him to leave, as they had to make their way to the airport. Jimin had a plan to sneak away from his mother at one point, maybe to use the bathroom, just so he could say goodbye to Yoongi once more before he went.
He listened to music the entire drive there, staring blankly out the window, watching as the drops of rain slid down the glass, finding it weirdly therapeutic. He always used to imagine the droplets were having races as a kid, and the first one to reach the bottom first won. He was too old to for that now, too much time had past for that now, he was mature. His mother didn't question his utter silence, she didn't need words from Yoongi to realise how much the situation affected him. She pretended she didn't hear him crying in the bathroom before they left, he wouldn't want her to know. Yoongi had always feared expressing his emotions, purely because he didn't want to inconvenience those around him with his problems when they had issues of their own to deal with.
He walked with his head down into the airport entrance, ignoring the splashes that hit the floor, both possibly his tears or just the rain. That was what he appreciated about it, he couldn't tell the difference.
He burst into tears when he saw Jimin’s face, his hands clinging onto his back for dear life as he sobbed. Jimin was crying too, just less violently, more soft, weak sobs. Yoongi couldn’t stop crying uncontrollably, even when Jimin pulled away, he was still choking on his own words.
“It’s okay Yoongi,” Jimin pulled him in again, this time for comfort, he began running his hands through his hair, shushing softly, “Everything is going to be okay.”
Yoongi just whined in response, squeezing his eyes shut and letting Jimin embrace him. He could feel the eyes of others lingering on them with either disgust or confusion, but he couldn't bring himself to care one bit.
He wanted to full heartedly believe the soothing words Jimin was telling him, but it was hard. It all seemed too easy, just to claim that everyone was gonna be okay, what did Jimin know? He couldn’t foresee the future, all he could do was mildly influence it. They were going to be apart, the amount of time wasn't even designated, they didn't know. They may never see each other again, and that made Yoongi cry into the other’s body even harder, he couldn't stand it. He deemed the world a cruel place then, because it never gave him what he wished for. And in that moment, he had only one.
“Can you promise to see me again?” Yoongi managed to call out, his vision blurred by his tears, but he could still see Jimin’s sweet smile. It was so comforting, even at a time like this, even when he knew he wasn't going to see it in person for a very long time, it still made him feel warm. Maybe that’s what home was, maybe Jimin was his happy place, so what would he do when he was miles away? Remain in sorrow until his return?
( Yes.)
Would he question everything that happened between them to death until it all became unclear between what was real and what was fake?
(Yes.)
Would he love Jimin unconditionally, no matter how much he thought he didn't, know mattered how much he thought he had changed?
(Yes.)
Would he wait for Jimin, and act like he hadn't been mourning him over the past few years?
(Yes.)
Would he love Jimin still, not matter how much he didn't want to?
Yes.
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Jimin kissed him then, in front of everyone. He squeezed Yoongi’s face in his hands and felt his salty tears on his tongue. He could feel the boy shaking under his hands, he could still hear his sobs. It was awkward and unconventional, but it felt so necessary. Jimin didn't know when the next time he would feel his pretty pink lips on his own, he didn't even want to think about that. He wanted to savor the moment as it was, without negative emotions attached.
He pulled away, his eyes watering at his looked at the completely broken boy in front of him. Yoongi was biting so hard on his lip that it drew blood, his nails dug so far into his skin that it left indents. His throat felt scratchy and raw, his stomach churning uncomfortably. He squeezed Jimin’s small, soft hand in his own, offering Jimin a weak smile, because he deserved one.
“I love you,” Yoongi whispered, his entire body felt like it was in pain. He didn't want to let go, he didn't want to watch Jimin walk away, but he had to.
“I love you.”
Jimin pulled away then, not breaking eye contact with Yoongi, waving consistently as he walked backwards. Yoongi felt cold and alone, like his whole world and being was being taken with Jimin. Jimin’s eyes were red but he was still smiling, he wanted Yoongi’s last image of him to be a happy one. Jimin got smaller and smaller, his features getting harder and harder to make out. Yoongi wanted to run after him, grab his sleeve and refuse to let go. But he didn't. He stayed put, watching his figure fade into the crowd, into nothing.
Jimin’s mom had watched them kiss, taking Jimin’s phone, and his only contact with Yoongi, and flushing it down the toilet. Jimin cried the entire flight to Korea, and didn’t say a word to his mother. He wanted to call, text, anything Yoongi everyday, but that privilege had been ripped for him. He would never forgive her for that, even now, it stayed with him. Jimin wasn't ever really the bad guy, not at heart. Even if in the end, he gave his mother what she required, his heart was still with Yoongi.
Jimin’s mother had denied Jimin any access to the Internet or phone, fearing that he would find contact with the boy that had corrupted her son. Sometimes Jimin would search for Yoongi on the school computer’s when no one was looking, but the results came to nothing. This went on for months, and endless search for his lost boyfriend that never amounted to anything. Eventually, he gave in. He believed it was the world's way of telling him that it wasn't meant to be, and that Yoongi was better off without him, living his life.
So, he got a girlfriend. He dressed the way his mother wanted him to dress, and did as she wanted him to do. He put up this facade, and began to believe that this was what he was born to do, that this was how it was meant to be. And yet, there wasn't a day that passed that Yoongi didn't cross his mind, and the fluttering feeling in his chest never changed. His mother was happy, his girlfriend was happy, and hopefully, Yoongi was too. The only one sacrificed was him, but one person's happiness isn't that much of a deal, right ?
If Yoongi had known this, he would have treasured his final moments with the boy more than he did, he would have taken in every second, every touch, every feature. But he didn't, because how could he ever guess that that was going to be the last time he was ever going to talk to Park Jimin? ( At least, for now.)
Then Jimin’s mom allowed him to go to America for college. It seemed as though she had forgotten about Yoongi, or more so, blocked the memory and repressed in from her mind. Maybe she thought Jimin was over it too, but he wasn't. The idea of returning to Yoongi territory was daunting, but his stomach discreetly bubbled with excitement. He would get to see his best friend, Taehyung, too.
He thought more about it and decided he did not want to see Yoongi. He didn't want to explain himself, he didn't want him to see the monster he had become, his mother's own invention. Yoongi knew him as flamboyant, a confident boy who didn't care about gender roles or society, even if his identity was crippling on the inside. He knew him to brave, kind and loving, not some robot who regurgitated his mother's words. He knew the chances were slim to none, but the possibility was terrifying to him.
He was sweating the entire flight to America, the entire drive to his new house, the entire journey to his college. He swore he saw Yoongi everywhere, jumping in his place when anyone even barely fitted his description. Especially in the check in hall, he purposely went early in case Yoongi decided to go to the same college as him. He sneaked around, making sure the coast was clear, letting the least amount of people see him as possible.
He found Taehyung, and they both screeched, jumping into each other’s arms. Jimin apologised persistently and explained why he hasn't contacted him this entire time, and Taehyung was nothing but forgiving. It wasn't awkward, everything felt like how it used to be, that, until, Taehyung noticed his attire. Jimin explained, and Taehyung looked like he was having a hard time understanding, but nodded along supportively anyway. He had always been like that.
Taehyung had saw Yoongi earlier, wandering off to some water dispensers, but didn't say a word. When he met him later that day, he acted surprised to see him, when really he had seeked him out on purpose.
Jimin saw Namjoon talking to some black haired girl, and nearly shat his pants on the spot. He immediately assumed Yoongi was going to be around the corner, which was ridiculous, as he never wanted to attend college. Yoongi wanted to pursue music, the education system never took to his liking, he had always stated that he would rather be dead than go to college, and Jimin firmly believed he would stick to that.
It was hypocritical of him to think Yoongi would be the same person he was, especially when he looked at himself. He shouldn't have assumed Yoongi would have the same beliefs as he did before, as he, himself, most certainly didn't.
He dodged Namjoon completely, getting his room information and darting for it.
And that's when he got the key for room 400.
--
Namjoon saw Jimin darting away from him that day, and even when Yoongi raised worries about a Park Jimin, he didn't say a word.
---
Mirai was the one who saw Jimin kiss Yoongi when she went to his apartment after the ball to take him back, only to find him wrapped around someone else.
The only difference was between her, Namjoon and Taehyung, that in a blind fury she didn't say a word, she said far too many.
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(Present Day)
It had been 10 minutes since Yoongi got up that, well, afternoon.
It was Christmas Eve, and Jimin was leaving that night. They both didn't really know what to say to each other, each not having the ability to express how they felt with words. It was almost awkward in a sense, but they still stayed wrapped around each other, basking in the little time they had left.
They were cuddling on the couch that they had slept on, wrapped in a mountain of blankets. Yoongi was lying Jimin’s chest, and Jimin was playing with the ends of his silver hair. They weren't watching TV or listening to music, simply enjoying the presence of the other. Jimin had been humming random songs since they had woke up, and Yoongi had found himself slipping into a slumber once more.
“Shouldn't you be getting ready to leave soon?” Yoongi asked tiredly, blinking up at the regrettably, brown haired boy. Jimin groaned, shushing him until he stopped talking.
“I just want some more time,” He sighed, closing his eyes and letting his muscles relax into the couch. He wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist, pulling him closer. Yoongi gave in, curling up to him as he was warm.
“Just how much more time do you want?” Yoongi bopped his nose, smiling down at him. Jimin laughed. He loved this, the whole relationship dynamic that they had. When everything else was forgotten, it seemed like they got along perfectly. Jimin knew, deep down, if he wasn't leaving, that he would happily spend the rest of his life with Yoongi. He would even adopt kids with him, marry him, maybe get a dog, or a cat. He didn't want to say these things and freak Yoongi out, but it's the only way he imagined his future. Anything else wasn't for him.
“Forever.”
Yoongi blinked, feeling the familiar unsettling pain in his heart. If only were that lucky, he would like that, too.
“Be more realistic,”
Jimin glanced down at his hand, where the tattoo that his mother still didn't know about lied. He didn't regret it, and was more than willing to take on the backlash for it. He wouldn't forget Yoongi, or what they had, or room 400.
“I don’t know, maybe like,” He paused, and then laughed, “400 minutes?”
--
It had been 200 minutes since Yoongi had woken up that morning.
Yoongi and Jimin were driving to the airport, then only sound that filled the car was low music coming from the radio. Jimin had already cried twice since he left the apartment, and was still sniffling in the back of the taxi. Yoongi was already in the sobbing stages, his hand pressed against his face as he tried to keep it all together. He was snorting into his palm, but it was better than letting Jimin see him like that. He didn't need to be more upset than he already was.
The way in was solemn, as expected. Jimin practically dragged his feet across the floor, both of them making the process achingly slow. Yoongi couldn't stop hiccuping on his tears and Jimin was trying to compose himself so he could talk to the airport staff.
They got lunch before Jimin was to leave, really milking the time they had left. Yoongi wanted to say so much, maybe even recite an entire novel on his love for Park Jimin, but it was too hard. Everything was surreal, and it didn't completely hit him that it was reality yet. It was also all so eerily familiar, the same airport, the same scenario, the same destination, the same cause. Jimin didn't know what was waiting for him back in Korea, but he knew it wasn't happiness.
He wasn't allowing things to go back to how they were, he wasn't going to dress how his mother demanded or date another girl, she couldn't have it all. Jimin would be Jimin, and she wasn't going to take that away from him, not again, not ever.
When they got to the departure gates the tears had stopped, because Yoongi went dumb. His eyes were wide, as if he was in another planet. They hugged, they hugged for so long. They hugged until it was Jimin’s flights last call for boarding and he could do nothing but leave. Yoongi kissed him this time, wrapping his arms around his neck, breathing him in. He didn't want to lose this, or forget this, he swore he would do it again. They were adults now, it was easier than before.
Jimin was wiping tears from his cheeks when he pulled away. Yoongi had just realised something. He didn't love 15 year old Jimin anymore, he wasn't latching onto the past anymore. He didn't love who Jimin was pretending to be, he loved Jimin for who he was, for who he was in the now . But that only made it more painful.
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
“Promise you’ll never forget me?”
“Only if you don't decide to go M.I.A. again.”
“Call everyday?”
“Yes.”
“Love me still?”
“Always.”
And then, he was gone.
---
Yoongi felt lost on the way home, he didn't know where to return to. Jimin was his home, and returning to room 400 just wouldn't feel right anymore. He don't know what possessed him to tell his taxi driver to take him to the address of his old high school, but he did it anyway.
As expected, even in the night sky it really looked no different, after all, even though it felt like centuries it had only been a couple of years. He hopped over the gate, being grateful that their school never really gave a fuck about safety, and landed in the yard. He reminisced beside the basketball courts, looking back on the memories when he used to play with the school team. He remembered how they lost the finals, but it didn't matter, he was already heartbroken.
Beside the courts was the curb where he first properly met Park Jimin. He remembered the surprise, and a hint of smugness, when the heartthrob of freshman year had been crushing on him the entire time. He never really fully realised how immediately enchanted he was by Park Jimin, it seemed all it took him was one smile and Yoongi was immediately soft putty in his hands. He still remembered how disappointed he looked, as he thought Yoongi wasn't going to show his face, Yoongi was glad he did.
It had been 396 minutes since Yoongi woke up that morning.
Yoongi noticed a figure approaching and he cursed, noting that he could be very possibly about to be caught by the school janitor for sneaking around his old school at night. This was trespassing, right? And Yoongi wasn't particularly in the mood for going to jail.
“I’m sorry,” He announced, holding his hands up in defence, backing away from the scene, “I’m leaving now.”
“Don’t do that,” That voice, “It would be a shame. You wouldn't want me thinking you had ditched me twice, do you?”
Yoongi didn't even question it before he burst into tears, throwing himself into the arms of the dark figure. He didn't have to open to eyes to know he wasn't going crazy, the scent and the warmth were all way too familiar.
“What the fuck are you doing, here?!” He began punching the other playfully, too happy to be mad. Jimin’s sweet laugh was so nice to hear, as he thought he may never hear it again. He couldn't stop crying, he was just too ecstatic.
“Well, I was at the departure gate,” Jimin began, sitting on the curb and Yoongi following his gesture, “And I felt wrong, and I couldn't go through with it. So I made a crazy last minute decision, and turned away. I remembered that my father had left me money in my account, so I withdrew it all before my mother remembered it and took it. It’s enough to keep me going for a few months, and I hope to get a job in between that time. I don’t really know where I'm going from here, it what will come of me, or us, but as long as I have you by my side it's bound to be okay.”
“I’m here for you and I'm proud of you, you know that?” Yoongi was the only one who truly understood the move Jimin just made, for him, of all people, to go against his mother like he did was crazy. And it obviously wasn't easy, Yoongi could tell that Jimin had been crying.
“I know,” he sniffled, staring up at the moon, the stars filling his eyes. ( Not that Yoongi thought he needed it, Jimin had the stars, the moon, the Earth and all the planets in his eyes, just on his own.)
Jimin stood up again, attempting to stop himself from crying by letting the cold night air fill his nostrils, breathing in deeply to calm himself down. Yoongi got up too, rubbing his shoulder for comfort.
“I’m surprised you came here, actually,” Jimin laughed lightly, “I would've thought you hated this place, or just didn't care about it anymore.”
“Of course I care,” Yoongi defended himself, “I’m not a dickhead.”
“I know you're not,” He turned to look at Yoongi again, “That's why I like you.”
Yoongi’s heart stopped in his chest, no matter how much time he spent with Jimin, he never failed to make him feel like a hormonal teenager, only he had that effect on him.
“About that…” Yoongi trailed off, scratching his neck, “This time I don't want to be friends first, because I know my feelings now. I think, I think this time you should be my boyfriend, like, right now.”
Jimin looked genuinely surprised, his eyes shimmering under the moonlight. He grabbed both of Yoongi’s hands, holding them up to his chest before giggling,
“I honestly couldn't ask for anything more.”
It had been 400 minutes since Yoongi woke up that morning.
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To Yoongi, loving Jimin was easy. It was as easy as waking up in the morning, or brushing his teeth, eating or even just breathing. It came so naturally to him that he didn't notice it happening, but it was always there, he just wasn't self aware of it. Loving Jimin was something he enjoyed, something he knew he would never stop doing. It was feeling of bliss and contentment, knowing the one you love most in the world loves you just as much. That feeling of worth, of shared feelings, it's irreplaceable.
Yoongi decided he wanted to spend every single second of his life with Jimin. Even in his last years, months or days of his life, he wanted Jimin to be by his side.
Even if it was just for 400 minutes.