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Did hyung really said that? Jimin wondered. What does he mean, he didn’t dislike it?
Peering up from between his lashes, Jimin looked up at Yoongi, who looked suspiciously like he was blushing.
“Y-Y-You didn’t mind, hyung?” Jimin cringed at himself. Very smooth, Chim Chim.
Yoongi, letting out a sigh, exasperated as always, before saying.
“Come over here, Jiminnie.” he beckoned with his hand, taking a step towards where Jimin was sitting.
Heart pounding and mouth dry, Jimin wordlessly did as he was told, pushing himself away from the breakfast table and got closer to Yoongi, keeping a respectful distance between. He stood and waited, looking at his feet. Biting his lips, he waited.
“Look at me, Jimin ah.” when has Yoongi moved closer? His chest was centimetres away from Jimin’s bowed head, in fact, the heat coming from his body could almost be felt.
Raising his head slowly, Jimin steeled himself.
What he didn’t expect was Yoongi’s arms, pulling him closer, gently, as if treating something fragile and precious. Naturally, like they were made for it, Jimin’s face found the crook of Yoongi’s neck.
Still not knowing what it meant, Jimin’s head was spinning from the close contact. He felt Yoongi’s words before his ears registered what was being said. So softly, Jimin couldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t pressed right against Yoongi.
“I really enjoyed it, Jimin ah. It felt nice, waking up next to you. I thought I was in a dream. One that I never wanted to wake up from. Hyung really likes you, so, stop overthinking, Jiminnie.”
Oh.
Oh.
OH.
As if finally allowed, Jimin wrapped his arms Yoongi, pulling him impossibly closer. He raised his head to finally allow their gazes to meet.
Yoongi hyung likes me. Jimin’s heart sang. Threading his fingers through the pale blond strands, Jimin pulled Yoongi close, and touch their lips together.