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He reaches for Jimin's hand whenever they walk together.
Yoongi lets the engine of his motorcycle die. Jimin climbs off first, pulling off his helmet and settling it on the leather seat. They are parked on a busy street, downtown, full of clothing stores and café-shops.
“Do we really have to, Jimin?” asks Yoongi with a small frown, after he has removed his own helmet, “You know I’m gonna wear my graduation gown over it, right?”
“You still need a nice shirt and a jacket,” Jimin says calmly, “You’re- we’re going for dinner afterwards, right? And we’re gonna take lots of pictures so you need to look nice… I’m not saying you have to get a suit and tie but no leather jackets either. It’s your graduation, babe.”
The pet name lands funny in Yoongi’s stomach, it’s been less than a month since they started dating and Jimin has used it a total of thirteen times – not that he’s been keeping count. How comfortable Jimin always looks while saying those words, how easily they roll off his tongue, the low tone of his voice is enough for Yoongi to get a strange pressure right in his chest.
Jimin and Yoongi start walking side by side and he can’t help it, his hand finds its way to hold Jimin’s, intertwining their fingers one by one. It’s been less than a month since they started dating but Yoongi started holding Jimin’s hand after the first week. It’s the electricity running from his palm all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes, the pressure in his chest slowly fading away, only to be replaced with blushed cheeks. Jimin looks at their hands then, with that sweet smile of his, then he looks up and blushes just like Yoongi.
Why is it so dumb and innocent yet so perfect?
Of course people turn their heads, of course people start whispering and giving dirty looks but why should he care? He used to at one point, but then Jimin told him in that sweet voice of his: “Holding hands is… to me is the best feeling in the world,” Jimin said, “You’re joining yourself with your partner and you’re letting the world know… to me is more personal than sex. You shift from a “you and them” to an “us” in the eyes of those around you.”
Yoongi used to over-think things, but he didn’t anymore, not when he knows Jimin is by his side. There’s no shame, not when Jimin squeezes his hand or starts rubbing his thumb against his skin, there’s only comfort, acceptance, security and joy.
Yoongi doesn’t want to let go at times. He doesn’t want to let go of that feeling.
Who said I love you first?
Yoongi doesn’t think is necessary, he doesn’t really know what he feels is called love. He feels love for his mother, his brother and his father but he’s damn positive is nothing like this.
How was it that the center of his universe became that small kid with chubby cheeks and a smile that could light up his darkest days? How could he feel at home next to him? How did Yoongi start to like the stupidest of things about him, like his slight shorter pinky fingers or his crooked tooth, the beauty marks on his neck and the way he pronounced the letter S.
Yoongi knew he had fallen in love when he saw Jimin laughing one time. The younger was far away, talking about something with Taehyung, he suddenly bursts into laugh and Yoongi can’t even hear the sound clearly but he has memorized everything about Jimin, even the sound of his laugh – he already knows how soft and high it is. He realizes he’s in love with the younger when his chest hurts, when he wants nothing but Jimin to laugh forever, when he realizes Jimin’s happiness means it all.
He doesn’t say it, then. He doesn’t say it out loud but he hopes Jimin feels it.
They are hanging in Yoongi’s rooftop one Saturday night because Jimin doesn’t have to work the next day. Both men are laying on the ground, Jimin with his head resting in Yoongi’s thighs. It’s probably past midnight but Yoongi can’t get up to check his phone, it doesn’t matter what time it is. Star gazing is probably pointless in such a busy city like Busan, with numerous cars and big industrial areas all around them but they still try. If they focus enough, they might hear the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
“Do you think the moon is jealous?” Jimin asks after they have been quiet for a while, he is sucking on a grape lollipop.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Yoongi snorts, taking the purple candy from his hands, letting it sit on a side of his mouth for a couple of minutes, “You didn’t drink today, did you?”
“Of course not,” Jimin says with a laugh, “But I mean it… I’d be jealous.”
“Of what?”
“Of us.” Jimin ends, turning his head to give Yoongi a shy smile.
It takes Yoongi a total of seven seconds to pull the courage to even begin his sentence.
“Jimin I-” Yoongi starts to say, “I really-”
You’re my life, Park Jimin. I love you.
“I know, Yoongi.” Jimin says, grabbing Yoongi’s hand and placing it over his chest. Jimin's heart is beating so fast inside of his chest, just like Yoongi's. “I know.”
Yoongi never noticed who said I love you first but suddenly they knew.
And suddenly they could say it every day.
He's a drunken kisser.
Jungkook drove them to Yoongi’s apartment after his mother hid his motorcycle keys. They stumble up the stairs since the elevator has been broken for a couple of days, but they giggle and hold onto each other all the way up. Yoongi laughs the loudest Jimin has heard, it was his graduation day after all. They had drunk too much wine, the steak was delicious, and honestly, Jimin hasn’t felt happier in a while.
Yoongi manages to slip his pin-code very slowly and they are inside of his apartment with more giggles and Yoongi’s arms around Jimin’s waist. The door closes with a loud thud and Yoongi starts kissing Jimin’s red and hot cheeks with wet kisses, one after the other, close to his jawline but never reaching his lips.
“You’re perfect, Park Jiminie.” Yoongi says hoarsely, more kisses come.
“Shut up,” Jimin answers with a laugh, “I want to change, these pants are too tight.”
Yoongi leads the way to his bedroom in the dark, because he doesn’t think he can deal with bright light bulbs in his state. Yoongi starts looking for some of Jimin’s clothes that are somewhere in the first two drawers of his closet when Jimin starts whining.
“I want your clothes, hyung.” he says, sinking in Yoongi’s mattress. Yoongi gets a little bit more sober after seeing that. He gets whatever shorts and shirt he finds and helps Jimin undress – first the navy-blue blazer and the baby blue dress-shirt they had bought a couple of days back, the crisp and very tight pants and every single one of his silver rings.
Yoongi dresses Jimin in his clothes, leaving faint kisses in various spots of his body. Jimin giggles every single time, tangling his fingers in Yoongi’s hair. The older thinks Jimin might start kissing him deeply and suddenly they’d find themselves rocking back and forward on the bed but not that day, Jimin simply lies down on the mattress, he doesn’t fall asleep, not until Yoongi is hugging him on the bed. The silence is delightful, Jimin’s deep breaths making his muscles relax even more, Yoongi thinks he’s close to fall asleep when he hears Jimin speak.
“You might not agree with me,” Jimin starts, “But you are perfect, Min Yoongi. I’m not exaggerating. Perfect for me at least.”
And Yoongi’s heart stops dry, “I love you so much. I feel like I’m going crazy at times, you know that?” Yoongi says in a whisper.
“I didn’t know that.” Jimin giggles, he wraps his arms around Yoongi, “But I love you just the same.”
When Jimin wakes up p1
Some other night, when Jimin is not going through a painful and excruciating hangover – he wakes up in the middle of the night in Yoongi’s apartment to an empty bed, still with Yoongi’s scent lingering in the room. Jimin has stayed there a couple of times, more than necessary that’s for sure, he stays just for the hell of it, because Yoongi asks him and he can’t say no. He gets out of bed wearing Yoongi’s sweatshirt and walks slowly to the kitchen, where he spots his boyfriend eating left over chicken on the floor.
“What are you doing there?” Jimin says with a smile, “You know you have a table right there…”
Yoongi says hi with a soft smile, signals Jimin to sit next to him.
“I like it here, the floor is nice.” Yoongi says, “You want some?”
“I think I’m eating too much…” Jimin says, “We eat so much I should…start dieting or something, I’m getting so fat.”
“Jiminnie…” Yoongi calls, “What are you saying? You don’t need to diet nor to stop eating… do you think I should stop eating?”
“Obviously not!” Jimin answers, “I just- since I met you we- well… you were really skinny before, you know? And the first three months of our friendship was based on desserts, cakes, donuts, anything…”
“And the next three months was chicken, pizza, barbeque, what’s your point?” Yoongi adds, munching on chicken pieces, “Honestly, I love eating, especially if it’s with you. Eating is the best, after kissing and having sex.”
“What about holding hands?”
“Okay, after kissing, holding hands, sex and sleeping.”
Jimin laughs, stares at the greasy tray in front of Yoongi.
“Jimin,” Yoongi calls, “You don’t need to diet, okay? If you want to stop eating so much greasy food we can start having dates at salad bars or something but- you’re not fat, okay?”
Yoongi waits for Jimin to nod.
“I don’t want dates at salad bars.” Jimin says, “I’ll eat anything you want.”
“I want macarons.”
Jimin rolls his eyes.
When Jimin wakes up p2
He feels a soft voice coming somewhere from the far left, then closer, stronger, then a tender hand running their fingers through his hair and that’s when Jimin opens his eyes. It’s a Sunday morning, he knows because his alarm didn’t wake him first and he stayed in Yoongi’s apartment once again.
“Hey, Mini,” Yoongi says with a smile, still running his fingers through Jimin’s dark hair, “I made you breakfast.”
Jimin can’t help but to laugh, covering his face with the bed sheet, “What for? Wasn’t I the cook of this relationship?”
“I wanted to.” Yoongi shrugs, “And hey! You’ve tried my jjajjangmyeon and my waffles and-”
“I know, babe.” Jimin says, muffling a yawn. “You’re a great cook…”
“Well- scoot over, I have downloaded seven movies to this laptop so that’s what we’re doing today.” Yoongi says, sitting down next to him, placing a tray with different things to eat – from toast, oatmeal, sliced fruit, cereal – right in front of them. Jimin gets up to brush his teeth and then settles between Yoongi’s legs, taking blueberries in his hand and feeding Yoongi one by one without looking at him. Yoongi, as always, kisses Jimin’s neck each time he can – or Jimin just thinks he does it each time he remembers.
Has Jimin ever been happier? Has he ever felt more content with his life?
He knows he hasn’t, and he thanks life for letting Min Yoongi cross his path.
He can't believe he's so lucky.
It’s been a couple of weeks since Yoongi moved in to Jimin’s apartment, with Yoongi’s clothes still scattered around the living-room, with boxes filled with things that still don’t have a specific place. Yoongi has started to sleep around the same time Jimin does, because Jimin whines and whines until Yoongi turns off his laptop and crawls to bed next to him – even if they don’t even sleep for another three and a half hours because they’re talking about everything and nothing at all.
The usual happens, Jimin showers, Yoongi showers afterwards. There are occasional days when they shower at the same time, wash each other’s heads and backs, let the hot water run through their bodies and simply enjoy the fact they finally live together and share every single aspect of their lives. Usually though, Yoongi showers last and when he enters the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist Jimin is waiting for him with a set of clean pajamas and lotion for his hands and arms; Yoongi likes the way Jimin rubs their hands together, kisses a couple of knuckles when he’s done.
Jimin goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Yoongi has enough time to sink his head on his (new) pillow and think about whatever the hell he has to do the next day. Jimin comes back and just then, Yoongi realizes he’s wearing one of Yoongi’s t-shirts.
“Why do you still wear those, Jiminie?” he asks, “It’s so old…”
Jimin looks down and then chuckles, “It smells like you, hyung.”
Yoongi makes a face, one that makes Jimin laugh.
“Do you want to hug me and sing me to sleep, Jiminie?” asks Yoongi playfully, stretching his arms and making grabby hands to the younger.
“Oh god, you’re such a baby,” Jimin laughs but complies, letting his head rest in Yoongi’s chest. He starts humming one of Yoongi’s songs, one of the most recent ones that have been playing on the radio a couple of times a week. Yoongi is caressing Jimin’s arm when he starts speaking.
“So for Chuseok…” Yoongi says, “Do you have something in mind?”
“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, “I guess same as last year, we can have dinner here… or would you like to spend it with your parents?”
“I don’t have anything in mind actually…” Yoongi answers, “But I was wondering if you would like to go to your parents’ house? Spend it with them and Jihyun… I’d like to finally meet the kid.”
Yoongi feels Jimin tense in his arms.
“Or… you can ask Jihyun to come here?” Yoongi adds, “We can make a nice dinner for us and I can ask Jungkook to come-”
“Hyung.” Jimin calls, turning his head and resting his chin on Yoongi’s chest, “It’s okay. My parents haven’t invited me for Chuseok in years,” Jimin says, “But thank you for thinking about them.”
“I’m not thinking about them,” Yoongi says, “I’m thinking about you. You must miss them.”
“I do at times but I just… got used to it,” he replies, “I don’t want them to contact me unless they accept me the way I am and if they don’t, there’s nothing I can do. And I definitely don’t want them in the same room as you if they won’t be nice.”
Yoongi releases a puff of air. “I can’t believe they don’t call you…” Yoongi says, “I mean they have the most handsome, hardworking, bright, funny and precious son in the world and they just-” he can’t finish the sentence, there’s no way he can get a way around it, it doesn’t make sense.
“They got used to it too, I guess.” Jimin says.
Jimin is so perfect, so sweet and caring, full of love and understanding for so many people yet his parents can’t seem to appreciate that. Yoongi sighs, continues moving his fingers up and down Jimin’s arm, letting him know he’s there. “The dinner offer is still up.”
“I’ll call Jihyun.” Jimin says, turning his head and resting it on Yoongi’s chest once again, “I’ll tell him you want to meet him… he’s been dying to come and meet you, actually, he can’t believe I’m dating a biker.”
“I’m not a biker, I just a have a bike.”
“Whatever.”
“Good night, Jiminie.”
“I love you, Yoongi.”
“I know.”