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Working Valentine’s Day wasn’t as bad as Jimin expected, it seemed everyone was too busy with their significant others to come in for last minute pastries, much to his relief. Working with Hoseok made his dark mood a little lighter as well, because it seemed the older boy could sense his mood and kept cracking stupid jokes that Jimin couldn’t help but laugh at.
But Yoongi was off today and Jimin couldn’t help the way he felt hollow and empty inside, his heart panging painfully every time he thought of the beautiful baker.
Its Valentine’s Day and Jimin is spending it by himself, as usual, while he’d been stuck longing after black hair and cat lips and intense eyes, all the while helping stupid customers who were too busy or lazy to get their Valentine’s shopping finished ahead of time and are now rushing and generally rude to him in their hurry.
They were able to close a few hours early that evening, which Jin lets them do at every possible holiday, even President’s Day, even though they’re in fucking Korea and not America, not that Jimin’s complaining in the least, always jumping on any excuse to not have to work.
So now Jimin finds himself curled up on the couch in his and Taehyung’s apartment, blanket over his lap and a gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream and a giant spoon in hand, halfway through The Two Towers and wallowing in self-pity all the while cursing Cupid, the little baby-faced fucker.
Jimin in the middle of broodingly shoving a giant scoop of ice cream into his mouth while Gollum throws a tantrum on screen, when the doorbell rings. He freezes with the spoon halfway to his mouth and stares at the front door, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
Who would be knocking on his door at nine at night?
Pausing the movie, he throws the warm blanket off his lap and sets the tub of ice cream on the coffee table, suspiciously shuffling his way towards the door. Taehyung better not have sent him a strip-o-gram. It’s happened before and he still hasn’t forgiven the little shithead for it.
He unlocks the door and swings it open, ready to tell the stripper that no thank you, you’re not wanted here, please go away, but the words are effectively knocked out of him when he sees who is standing on the other side of the door;
Min Yoongi, looking nervous, with a large teddy bear in his arms.
“H-hyung?” Jimin gapes in shock, his brain fizzling out at the sight of the older boy. What the fuck?
“Hi,” Yoongi smiles at him meekly, his cheeks bright pink as he glances shyly at Jimin, squeezing the teddy bear tightly to his chest.
“Wha-what are you doing here?” Jimin asks, stumbling over his tongue as he tries to figure out what’s going on, although his heart is soaring at the sight of Yoongi.
“Um,” Yoongi shuffles uncomfortably before holding the bear out to Jimin, who stares at it blankly. “Will you be my Valentine, Jimin?”
The question is asked quietly, uncertainly, and for a few beats, it doesn’t register in his head, and Yoongi begins to look nervous. But then Jimin’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open as it hits him.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“What—hyung—y-yes! Yes!” He exclaims, grabbing the waiting bear and hugging it tight to his chest as he bounces on his toes in excitement, a brilliant grin splitting his lips as he gazes at Yoongi in awe, heart filling with so much warmth it feels like it’s going to burst. Yoongi looks just as awed as he gazes back, his lips parted in a daze as he watches a glowing, grinning Jimin.
“Really?” Yoongi asks breathlessly, and Jimin sets the bear on the floor in favor of pulling Yoongi into the apartment by his wrists.
“Yes, hyung, yes! You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words,” Jimin admits, using his foot to kick the door closed, his hands still grasping Yoongi by the wrists as he gazes up at him. The older boy just stares at him with stars in his eyes before he slips his wrists out of Jimin’s grasp to instead weave their fingers together, the touch sending tingles down Jimin’s spine.
“You have?” Yoongi breathes, and Jimin nods, feeling suddenly shy as he ducks his head. Yoongi isn’t having that though as he untangles one of their clasped hands to lift Jimin’s face up gently by the chin, cocking his head at him as he brushes a thumb across his jaw tenderly.
“Yes,” Jimin whispers, his eyes fluttering closed as Yoongi’s fingers trail across his skin lightly.
He has to hold back a little whimper when Yoongi suddenly enfolds him in a tight hug, his arms wrapping around his back and one hand resting on the back of Jimin’s head, guiding the younger’s face into the crook of his neck and cradling it there. Jimin wraps his arms around Yoongi waist and holds on tight, nosing his way further into Yoongi’s neck, eyes squeezing shut as he presses closer to him. Warmth fills him and happiness courses through his veins, making him feel lightheaded and airy and euphoric. He breaths in Yoongi’s sugary sweet scent, letting it invade his senses and calm his wildly racing heart.
They stay like this for a while, simply holding each other, basking in the other’s warm and their hearts beating together, and Jimin doesn’t even notice when Yoongi starts swaying them back and forth gently, the soothing motion causing him to nuzzle further into Yoongi. The hand that cradles the back of his head begins gently carding through Jimin’s baby pink hair, and he hums in contentment at the feeling of Yoongi’s fingers brushing against his scalp. Yoongi presses his face into Jimin’s hair and inhales deeply, and the words that he whispers into the younger’s ear next has his heart stilling in his chest;
“Park Jimin, I think I’m a little in love with you.”
Jimin pulls away slightly to stare at Yoongi face-to-face, his world slowing to a stop as their eyes meet, and he feels like he’s in a dream.
“I think I’m a little in love with you too, Min Yoongi.”
Yoongi smiles at that, and the way it lights up his entire face and squeezes his eyes almost closed knocks the breath out of Jimin, shivering as Yoongi ‘s hands come up to cup his face tenderly, and when Yoongi inclines his face closer, Jimin’s eyes flutter closed.
When their lips meet, it’s as if fireworks set off in Jimin’s body, his brain going haywire and his stomach exploding with butterflies. Yoongi’s lips are so soft and warm and they fit so perfectly against his own, and it’s everything he’s ever imagined and more.
He feels Yoongi sigh into the kiss as he tilts his head a little, his velvet-soft lips sliding across Jimin’s and causing electricity to sear through the younger’s mouth and out into the rest of his body as he grips the back of Yoongi grey shirt, fisting the material tight and pulling him impossibly closer. The kiss is soft and sweet and wonderful, and right now he doesn’t need anything more than that, doesn’t need anything more than to be in Yoongi’s arms, enveloped in his warmth and bathed in his presence.
Finally, they are forced to break the kiss when the need for air becomes too much, and they separate with a little gasp, both breathing heavily as they press their foreheads together and gaze at each other softly, lovingly. Jimin giggles softly when Yoongi places a kiss on his forehead, and another on the tip of his nose, and finally one more sweet, chaste peck to Jimin’s swollen, kiss-bitten lips. In turn, Jimin places a soft kiss on both of Yoongi’s cheekbones, feeling the heat of the older’s blushing skin under his lips, and he knows he’ll never, ever get enough of this.
“Come on,” Jimin says quietly as he tugs Yoongi towards the couch, waiting while he kicks off his shoes and snatching the teddy bear off the floor, clutching it tight under his arm as they go.
They collapse onto the couch, and Jimin sets the bear next to them before immediately curling into Yoongi, laying his head on his chest and pulling the blanket up and over them, sighing in contentment when Yoongi wraps his arms around him and pulls him closer, his nose nuzzling into cotton candy colored hair. He listens to the steady thumping of Yoongi’s heart as he weaves their hands together, and he smiles like an idiot when Yoongi brings their joined hands up to his mouth and kisses Jimin’s knuckles.
“How long?” Jimin asks after a little while of just cuddling and basking in the older’s presence, and although he doesn’t elaborate, Yoongi knows what he means.
"About a year,” the black-haired boy replies, and Jimin shifts his head on Yoongi’s chest so he’s able to look up and gape at him with wide eyes, because is this really happening?
“A year? Really? This whole time I thought you didn’t even like me,” he says in a voice filled with stunned awe, and Yoongi frowns at that, bringing his other hand up to cup Jimin’s face tenderly.
“That’s because I’m a fucking dumbass and I don’t know how to express my feelings,” Yoongi tells him, and the look that crosses his face is so sad that Jimin coos softly in concern and moves up to place a soft kiss on Yoongi’s lips, not liking the expression at all.
“It’s okay, hyung,” he assures Yoongi, running his finger down the bridge of Yoongi’s nose softly and earning himself a shiver. “You told me now, and that’s all that matters.”
The look Yoongi fixes him with at that is so gentle and filled with love that Jimin blushes and has to look away, instead choosing to tuck his head under Yoongi’s chin, his cheeks warm and his heart warmer.
“What about you?” Yoongi asks as his fingers trail up and down the nape of Jimin’s neck, causing goosebumps to rise on the soft skin.
“I think from the first time I ever met you,” Jimin murmurs, closing his eyes while he relishes in the soothing motion, but frowns when Yoongi pauses mid-stroke, tilting his face up to see the dumbfounded expression on Yoongi’s beautiful face.
“All this time?” He breathes, and Jimin nods against his chest, cheeks once again turning pink at the look of awe in Yoongi’s eyes, at the way his lips pop open in surprise. “Why did you never say anything?”
Jimin huffs and tucks his head back under Yoongi’s chin, and the older resumes his gentle stroking, his fingers carding through Jimin’s hair and making him sigh happily.
“Because I’m so shy around you and you made me so nervous and I turn into a blushing, stuttering mess whenever you’re around,” he admits quietly, and he hears Yoongi inhale sharply.
“And all this time I thought Taehyung was fucking with me when he said you liked me,” Yoongi says, and Jimin’s eyes widen before he shoots up to stare at Yoongi, mouth agape.
“He said what?! He told you?” He demands, and he’s sure Yoongi can practically see the steam shooting out of his ears as he nods, a slight smile playing at his lips. “I’m going to murder that fucker and throw his body into the Han River,” he hisses, and Yoongi laughs out loud at that, reaching out a finger to bop the tip of Jimin’s nose fondly.
“No you won’t,” he says, and Jimin is already leveling a dangerous at him when he continues, “We’ll bury him in my back yard and use him as fertilizer, then feed the vegetables his dead body produces to Jungkook.”
For a moment Jimin just stares at Yoongi in stunned silence, and then he bursts out laughing, doubling over onto Yoongi’s lap as giggles wrack his body.
“That’s perfect!” He gasps between cackles, and Yoongi laughs with him, his fingers running up and down Jimin’s back as he does. “Let’s turn him into carrots, Tae hates carrots.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Yoongi smiles, and it’s that gummy smile that always knocks the breath out of Jimin and makes his knees turn to water.
They settle into a comfortable silence for a while, Jimin’s head in Yoongi lap while he plays absentmindedly with the older’s long, elegant fingers while Yoongi strokes through his pink hair.
“Hyung,” Jimin begins after a little while, and Yoongi hums in response. “Were you going to kiss me yesterday?”
Yoongi chuckles while he gently rolls Jimin’s earlobe between his fingers, who practically purrs at the sensation.
“Yes, until your pet dumbass had to burst in and ruin the moment.” Jimin scowls as he fiddles with Yoongi’s thumb.
“It’s like he was put into my life just to fuck with me, the little shit.”
Yoongi laughs and bats him lightly on the head in reprimand. “You love him.” Jimin just huffs and wrinkles his nose.
“Where is Taehyung?” Yoongi asks as he looks around the apartment for the little shit in question.
“With Jungkook,” Jimin replies. “He’ll probably stay over at his place, thank god. I do not need to listen to them all night again.”
Yoongi laughs again and leans down to place a kiss on the top of Jimin’s head.
They spend hours talking, movie long forgotten, discussing everything from what their favorite books are to what they think the meaning of life is, until they somehow end up sprawled across the couch, using Jimin’s new teddy bear as a pillow, faces inches apart and gazing into each other’s eyes quietly.
Soon, Jimin finds himself growing heavy with tiredness, and as he’s drifting off into sleep, he listens to Yoongi whispering sweet nothings into his ear, enveloped in warm arms and senses filled with the smell of chocolate chip cookies, his ice cream left melting on the coffee table.
When Yoongi comes to, he is immediately aware of something warm and soft nuzzled against his side, and his eyes flutter open to land on a sleeping Park Jimin curled around him like a little monkey. The sight has his heart flooding with so much love and warmth and affection his breath catches in his throat and his body feels like he’s soaring, like he’s floating on a cloud as his eyes trace over the boy’s soft, sweet features; his face is peaceful in his sleep, his head tucked under Yoongi’s chin and arm slung across the black-haired boy’s waist, their legs tangled together under the blanket. His own arms still cradle the kid, and he inhales Jimin’s perfect smell, like lemon drops and spring lilac, his pink, apple-scented hair tickling Yoongi’s nose and making him smile into it.
“Jimin,” he whispers, his hand brushing soft hair away from his forehead. In his sleep, Jimin’s eyebrows furrow and he burrows further into Yoongi, who melts like butter at the sight. “Jiminie,” he tries again, tracing his full bottom lip with his fingertip, soft and plump and pink, and Yoongi can’t wait to taste it again.
When Jimin only murmurs something grumpily in his sleep, Yoongi dips down to place a chaste kiss onto those lips, and at that, Jimin finally stirs.
His eyelids flutter open and he blinks up at Yoongi blearily, looking confused for a moment before a sleepy smile makes its way onto his face.
“Hyung,” he greets, his voice raspy and thick with sleep and it’s the cutest fucking thing Yoongi has ever heard.
“How did you sleep?” Yoongi asks him, propping himself up on his elbow so he can gaze down at Jimin. Instead of answering, Jimin purses his lips and wiggles his nose in thought.
“I want pancakes.”
Yoongi is surprised by his answer, but he can’t help but laugh at the adorable sleepy-eyed look on Jimin’s face, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips. Jimin meets his happily, and for a few moments, they lose themselves in the kiss. Jimin’s lips are so soft, so incredibly soft on his own, warm and pliant and wonderful. He pulls away finally, chuckling at Jimin’s little whine of protest.
“Let’s get pancakes then,” he says with a smile, because at this point he can’t deny Jimin anything. “I know a little diner nearby.”
Jimin giggles and nods enthusiastically, letting Yoongi pull him into a sitting position. He moves to scoot off the couch and stand up, but Yoongi wraps his arms around him from behind and buries his face in the boy’s neck, who squeaks in surprise.
“I love you,” he whispers into the skin of Jimin’s nape, and Yoongi feels a shiver run through his body at those words. His hands come up to clasp Yoongi’s arms as he leans back into the older’s chest with a content sigh.
“I love you too.” He murmurs back, and Yoongi is filled with overwhelming emotion and wonder, because how could Jimin, warm, sweet, wonderful, beautiful, perfect Park Jimin love him, grumpy, stoic, brooding, closed-off Min Yoongi, back? He has no idea, and he decides not to question it, instead hugging Jimin tighter and kissing the back of his neck.
As Jimin walks hand-in-hand with Yoongi down the street, skipping along and swinging their joined hands happily, urging Yoongi to pick up the pace because “you’re so slow and I’m hungry”, he laughs at the older’s disgruntled expression as he drags after him, and Jimin thinks that maybe Cupid isn’t such an asshole after all.