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The past two weeks feels like a dream to Jimin, being able to walk up to Yoongi in the café after class for his almost daily kiss. Being able to go home with Yoongi after his shift is finished so they could hang out and sometimes cram their assignments together in Yoongi’s jungle of a living room.
The sticky notes stopped appearing, and Jimin doesn’t really mind.
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“You have to tell him.” Seokjin says as he fixes him with a deadpan stare.
They were both standing behind the food display, arranging the ready-made sandwiches and cakes on the cold metal shelves. They were doing the very last of the preparations before they open the library café. Yoongi huffs, placing the last desert at the very top shelf.
“I know I do, but how? Won’t it sound creepy, that the guy that writes you stalkerish sticky notes turns out to be your boyfriend?” He grumbles slightly as he speaks.
“Sounding creepy is better than being a liar in a relationship, Yoongi-ah. I’m sure he won’t be mad at you, that boy is already whipped as fuck for you.”
Yoongi smiles slightly at that. Yeah, it warms his heart to think about his boyfriend being infatuated with him, it makes his insides feel all gooey and warm, sue him.
“I will, now let’s open this place up. It's 8 already.” Yoongi effectively switches the topic away to the café.
With a curse, Seokjin moves to turn the sign at the door over before lifting Willow up into his arms; The cat previously meowing for attention at their feet. He gives Yoongi one last stern glance.
“Remember to tell him today, Yoongi.” Seokjin says before walking towards the library section with the three-legged cat in his arms.
Yoongi sighs in relief once Seokjin is out of sight. Despite his previous front, he does plan on telling Jimin about the sticky notes later. He’s just scared.
There are so many possible reactions Jimin would give him if he tells him. He could be beyond happy that the person sending him the sticky notes isn’t a creepy stalker, even though he sort of was if you consider watching him from the counter is stalking; or he could be absolutely disgusted and angry at Yoongi for not telling him straight away when the blonde had first mentioned it. He could also, as Yoongi would fear, be so creeped out by him that he would just start drifting away from him, and eventually, their relationship would end.
Maybe it's just his anxiety and the chemicals in his brain causing him to overthink, but they’re all pretty darn plausible.
So, Yoongi tries to distract himself from those thoughts by putting extra time and effort into making the customer’s drinks. It kind of works, that is until a familiar head of blonde hair pushes open the café door, the bell above it ringing at the movement.
“Hey hyung.” Jimin calls out with a big smile as he walks towards the counter.
Yoongi doesn’t remember his task at first, distracted by how adorable his boyfriend is. He doesn’t hesitate to return the kiss.
“Hey Jiminie, I still have another half an hour. Wait for me?” He asks while biting at his bottom lip. The realisation that he must indeed come clean to his boyfriend today making him anxious all over again.
Jimin grins widely before nodding, and Yoongi watches warily as he disappears towards the library.
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The sun is already starting to set while Yoongi does one last wipe down at the counter before he knows it, the café is closed for the day.
With a sigh, Yoongi walks over to the library section after washing his hands. He finds Jimin leaning over the glossy wooden counter, chatting with Seokjin while the older arranges the last stack of books.
The blonde smiles wide when he catches sight of his boyfriend. His fluffy hair bounces as he skips towards the older to receive a warm hug. Yoongi noses at his hair before placing a soft kiss on Jimin’s forehead, heart feeling warm.
“Staying over tonight?” Yoongi asks with a soft smile.
Jimin nods happily, moving his hand so he could wrap his hands around Yoongi’s much bigger ones. Despite them having many contrasts in physical appearance, the size difference of their hands would forever be Yoongi’s favourite.
They chat on their way to the parking lot while hand in hand, laughing at each other’s story of their day while entering Yoongi’s old secondhand car. With their hands linked with each other over the console and Jimin’s soft and sweet voice singing along to Ribs by Lorde, Yoongi couldn’t ask for anything better than this. He has never been this happy.
Once they’ve reached his apartment, Yoongi remembers why he asked Jimin to stay over at the first place.
“Did you wanna have sex or something? Since you’re so eager in asking on whether I’m staying over.” He teases while giving Yoongi a mischievous grin.
Definitely not sex.
“What? No. I mean we can do that later, but I just have something important to tell you Jimin-ah.” He mutters while reaching out for the other.
He drags Jimin so they could be sitting on the couch, his hip narrowly missing one of his potted plants with the manoeuvre. Jimin watches him with an eyebrow raised, concerned expression plastered on his face.
Deep breaths.
Yoongi tries to, but the deeper the breaths, the more nauseated and nervous he feels.
C’mon just tell him.
“Jimin, don’t hate me but-”
“I know you are the sticky note guy, Yoongi.”
“No, I just- Wait, what?” It takes Yoongi a minute for the words to register in his brain while Jimin just cheekily grins at his dumbfounded expression.
Yoongi blinks at him.
“You know, and you aren’t mad?” He asks softly, still a little shocked.
The blonde giggles as he leans forward to rest his head against Yoongi’s shoulder, arms winding around his so he could cuddle to his side.
“It got obvious after we got together. All the notes are just so…you, I don’t know how to explain it.”
Yoongi scoffs at that, shoulder relaxing a little from their previous tense position. Jimin shifts his head so he can look up at Yoongi while still leaning on his shoulder.
“And no, I’m not mad. Why would I? It’s harmless and cute, like you.” He grins before bopping the elder’s nose, causing him to scrunch his nose up and whine.
The back and forth teasing go on for another fifteen minutes, laughing until their cheeks hurt.
When Yoongi’s eyes lock with Jimin’s he couldn’t help but feel that he is the luckiest person on Earth to have this angel by his side. He moves forward to press his lips against Jimin’s plump ones, moving slow and languidly, savouring the taste of each other’s lips.
And at that moment that they are making out in the living room while the sunset paints the plant ridden apartment gold, Yoongi couldn’t ask for anything better than this.