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There are many things anyone can see and find beautiful.
For example; the way the flowers will beautifully bloom in the spring, some people love that. However, others prefer the way they will fall upon autumn's arrival. It all depends on perspective, really. But, you see, there is a man all the way across the country that finds something or rather someone exceptionally beautiful. Today's case it is a man called Min Yoongi. He doesn't see beauty in everything he sees because in his eyes not everything haves a beauty. There are ugly babies after all. Nevertheless, there is always an exception because not everything is the same. And that is when it comes to the person that outshines everything else; the love of his life.
Park Jimin.
This other man is the very opposite of Yoongi. He sees beauty in everything, even in the negative spaces. This detail is very much present in the way he paints a portrait of his boyfriend sleeping. He says it's so much more than trying to capture a tiger lily at the highest mountain of South Korea. Jimin just loves the way his fiancé's fair face would look; so peaceful when he sleeps. Laying in fetal position with the left hand under a pillow and the other resting lazily in the chest. Lower body was covered by the black duvet – chest exposed. His pinkish lower lip will curve on a pout and the middle between his eyebrows will form crinkles softly and beautifully there. Blond hair laying disheveled on the pillow and some other hair strands sticking in his forehead covering his left eyebrow. Yoongi is a sight to see. The only thing anyone would ever want to see if they get to see what Jimin see's. But then, there are these other moments that Jimin adored even more. When Yoongi droopy eyes would be open revealing those burnt umber color eyes. He loves the way his orbs, by just one look, would speak louder than any other thing he can ever potentially say.
Because that's what the type of man the elder was.
A man of little words.
And that, put off simply, was beautiful in Jimin's eyes. He can't just avoid everything he sees about the elder. Because every little thing Min Yoongi would do is beautiful. Even when he would lethargically sip on his favorite coffee mug early in the morning.
Eyes were wandering through out the cobwebby windowpane that is in the kitchen near the door to enter the terrace if you walked straight. A hand placed on the window frame between his fingers a cigarette and with the other hand holding a coffee mug that he was sipping in. Yoongi was lost contemplating the polluted, busy city up from the seventh floor of the building. The sound of the cars honking, and muffled voices of passerby's, and the thunders that reverberate in distance announcing an upcoming precipitation. The window was opened letting the early cool wind from the spring in and hit his lukewarm skin caused by the big sweatshirt rolled to his elbows that spelled 'Supreme' plus the warmth of the coffee.
He would do it every morning – it was a good habit.
He pressed his lips frowning at how quiet the usual filled with vocalization, that sang hearts out, place and made a sound of disapproval. “He must be at the fucking studio.”
Yoongi had a bad habit; he smoked when he was uncertain and worried about different situations. Now, anyone would think that Yoongi must have had a scratchy past for having a personality that was rough around the edges but it isn't true that's just how he is. Yoongi was no angst-y kid nor did he starve neither did he had abusive parents. He was just an average man with a really bad temper and often a foul mouth, but that doesn't mean he wasn't really good at what he does. It's just how he is and if a person didn't like it they were free to go – he isn't going to hold them back. He had learned that bygones will always be bygones and that he shouldn't really put time and effort on those kind of people.
It was for the better. It was early in the morning, 9:23 when he looked at the digital clock of the microwave, and Jimin was going crazy over his paintings inside his studio. Those that were super-mega-exceptionally-private- and top secret.
Ones that not even Yoongi himself was able to see, not until the gallery night premier that's basically when Jimin graduates from his university. Yoongi was happy for him but at the same time worried for Jimin's health. Ever since they announced that Jimin's sketches were the top-quality among all of the other students, and that they would want to have a whole hall for them, because there weren't a single one that didn't express every emotion to their finest point. Jimin had been restless since then pasting them from small sketches in his sketchpad to bigger canvases.
Spending many hours inside his studio not even allowing Yoongi, his own fiancé, enter the room and give him the food he had prepared with utter care. He understood his little bundle of joy because he would act the same when it comes to producing his music and Jimin would be there supporting him, giving him his space and even providing him advises for compositions. But this time it was different. He had a weird feeling that fluttered constantly and uncomfortably in his heart because the amount of time Jimin spends there is insane. It made him very insecure about himself. Many times had come across his head to sneakily enter the room but then he remembered that doing that would be over the limit. There's something he had learned throughout the years of dating Park Jimin and that is to never go snooping around an artist sketches and paintings without their permission.
No one can't touch that unless they tell the person to go ahead and see it. It's like invading their privacy and seeing them naked. Basically, that's exposing them to their fullest and it's even worse than actually seeing them fully and literally naked. That's where their deepest darkest thoughts will always be. That is not something you take just because you want to, that is something you earn. So, Yoongi had never again done it. The first and the last time he made that mistake was back in middle school he made Jimin so upset to a point where he got distant and was even barely flashing him those cheeky smiles that made his heart swell in happiness and they weren't even dating yet.
And he learned.
He learned good about it.
After he apologized, because he couldn't possibly imagine another week without Jimin smiles, he promised he'll never go around his drawing again unless authorized to do so. Even then he would still hesitate and ask about fifty times before actually entering the studio.
“Babe,” he tried once again behind the white, wood door that kept him from touching or seeing his fiancé holding a tray with a bowl of rice, soup and some meat. “I know you're working but I need you to eat.” The tone was edgy. “Please,” afterwards, he heard some shuffling and a 'coming'. Then the doors handle started to shamble, opening revealing his fiancé cleaning his hands on a dirty towel looking very tired making his heart twist in discomfort.
Yoongi's eyes give out an apologetic shine but Jimin's were only more full of earnest than ever. There was a silent 'thank you for worrying' between them. It hurts the elder because his Jimin isn't supposed to look like this. Bright caramel eyes now replaced by tired eyes and eye bags under them, his face missing his color. His jean jumper was messily painted with the whole palette of colors and his face had a spot, that Yoongi would have cleaned if his hands were unoccupied, of a really baby pink – pale almost.
Yet he still managed to look stunning.
As if he understood Yoongi's inner turmoil a cold hand reached his warm cheeks making him snap out of his daze. “Darling, I'm fine. Just a little bit tired that is all.”
He shifted his hand to semi close the door but trapping a foot between it so out lookers couldn't have a sight of the room. Taking the tray there was another silent 'thank you' shared between them. And even if he looked fatigued his smile will always make Yoongi's heart bloom like a flower on springtime. The way his eyes will shape into semi-lunar was really endearing and something he was willing to gaze at every day-night hour-minute-second.
“I promise that I'll sleep with you tonight and in the morning you'll wake up and see me right next to you.” It had been more than two weeks that Yoongi had been waking up in the middle of the night and not find him there or even when he was there in the nights in the morning he would disappear to be found inside his studio.
Yoongi just then smiled now assured that he was okay, or at least he warranted that he is. “See you, darling.” And it was the last thing he said before pressing a loving kiss on the others lips as he closed the door again. Yoongi pressed a hand against the door allowing himself to smile showing a bit of his teeth and gums.
“See you too,” he whispers, “my love.” The elder was starting to feel a bit neglected by his little significant other but with that he felt assured that he'll have him back.
That one attribute he loved the most about Jimin was the ability to read him like an open book. It was unfavorable at times, he was so used to use so little words that sometimes he would forget that not everybody was Park Jimin and they couldn't read his mind or just simply know him like he does. Which it caused him headaches more than it should have when it came to work. He worked his ass off when it comes to music. It's something he had loved ever since he was very young. It was his escape when he was under school pressure as he was always chosen as the school body president. Being a role model to others and having so much responsibilities on his shoulders was mostly exhausting but with music and Jimin there he would always manage to go through without any problem.
***
Jimin, the little, shy, orphan boy from grade four that girls would often want to put bows and skirts on him because he had long black hair and rosy, chubby cheeks that reached his eyes almost as if he looked like a cute rag doll. And Yoongi, from grade six, would always find amusing and wondered as of why he would never say anything towards the girls and allowed them to use him as their personal doll. It started with a; “Why do you let them play with you like that? Aren't you supposed to be a boy or are you stupid?” it was a bit rude but he just didn't know how to not be rude. He eventually received a quiet answer.
“It's the only way I get to play with the others and have friends.” Something tugged in his heart. Somehow, it didn't felt right when those words came out of his mouth, all he saw was a cute, chubby boy that needed a hyung.
“Then, I'll be your friend. From now on I'll be your hyung.” The words came out harshly as Jimin would gape at him. Like if what just happened was surreal.
“Get it?” Jimin nodded mouth still agape.
“Got it?” once again, Jimin nodded childishly.
“Good.” Yoongi ruffled his hair mouth breaking into a wide, lopsided, gummy smile.
Ever since, they became inseparable. Yoongi would often wait 'till Jimin was out to walk him to the orphanage. The one where Jimin had deliberately rejected all the offers to be adopted stating that he didn't wanted to be away from his best friend, his Yoongi hyung.
Hence that every family that would want to adopt him were from very faraway places. That's something that he had kept secret from him for all these years. He knows how upset Yoongi would be if he knew that he was the reason why he had rejected so many possibilities of being, perhaps, in a good family. To be wealthy even.
He didn't care about those things. Keeping this as his one and only secret from Yoongi.
So, they kept their friendship growing up though it wasn't perfect, they had flaws.
By the time Yoongi was in high school it became easy to manage school work, keeping his grades up, and music. But more problems flooded when they would get mad at each other often for petty things like: one of them feeling left behind or the other would be talking to a girl or a boy. Some of those fights didn't even made sense because it was as stupid as a: 'why you didn't answer my text last night?' When they perfectly knew that one or the other was busy. However, they were insecure; they still are insecure in some aspects now as an adult. As for now, Yoongi had slowly overcome were he lacks. Making sure he'd walk one step at a time.
And it was all thanks to Jimin. Honestly speaking, Park Jimin was his happy pill or his own version of coffee early in the morning. Without him it was utterly impossible for Yoongi to keep working throughout the days. It was like he had the ability to take the burden off of his shoulders. Jimin would help him think more clearly through the problem taking in place. Making it feel like if there wasn't a trouble at all in the first place.
***
In his office he didn't had much over just the basic necessities for a music engineer and one picture; his favorite picture of Jimin and him under a cherry blossom that had baby pink petals – almost pale, near a river when they went to Japan for a vacation. That's the day where he proposed to him two years ago and gave him the magical words of 'yes! I want to grow old with you and adopt cats with you.' They hadn't gotten married because they like to enjoy their relationship step by step. Rushing things wasn't their style.
For him that was the best day of his life, or at least the top most so far. Other would be when he won his first cypher battle as AgustD back then when he was sixteen or when Soleil asked Jimin if he and Yoongi were dating and he said yes; truth was that they weren't. Jimin had said it out of the blue hence that everybody would ask the same thing and they never really did answer it because they really didn't know what they were other than friends. Only that friends don't give hello-kisses or goodbye-kisses in the mouth. This situation presented to him was a; let's fill this blank now or never. So, Jimin took the chance to say; 'yes we are, is there a problem?' and Yoongi didn't really disagree looking back at him intently in the eyes sharing a silent; 'there isn't a problem at all'. Those were good times. Yoongi treasured those beautiful memories in his heart dearly.
“Why are you stressed out so early in the morning?” Namjoon, his best friend and also co-worker just got there putting off his things and getting his work place set. Yoongi just lethargically semi-circle-motions his chair to face the tanned man with platinum hair color that was neatly done in an up-do.
“Jimin doesn't look good today.” He wasn't done talking – Namjoon waited until he gathered his thoughts properly. “He looks very worn-out and it worries me,” he gnaws his lower lip shifting a bit in his chair to be more comfortable hands pressed together fingers fiddling. “Because last time he ended in the hospital and it was just horrible.”
It was true.
Last time it happened Jimin ended in the emergency room and it simply broke his heart how he would sleep in that cold bed with a paper cover and an I V injected in his vein. It was horrible.
“But maybe today you'll have him back all for you.” The elder inquired, side eyeing him from his desk clicking at some files in his computer. “Isn't his graduation tomorrow?”
Yoongi opened his mouth but smacked it back again because it wasn't that, it was something else he couldn't put it words and it was simply uncomfortable. He opted to make a tired sound, between a groan and a wail, to proceed and work his magic composing a song that wasn't coming out as well as he wanted it to.
Lifting his eyebrow with an amused smile plastered on his face Namjoon teases him. “So the almighty Suga is doubting himself." At the mention of his acquired name when he started working under the label he grimaced.
It started as an inside joke various years back in the company. Suga wasn't known at all as the sweetest more like Sour but that was just a first impressions after they got to know him better they decided that he is actually a sweetheart but he just doesn't physically show it. “S'not that. Is just that I'm-” he pressed his lips then he licked them uncertain of this but opted to voice it out anyways. “I am fucking curious about what haves him so occupied, y'know. I know him and he would, usually, at least take one break, Joon. He hasn't taken one, yet or that I know.”
Namjoon inflates his lips with air seeming like a monkey and motion his head exaggeratedly, then takes composure again realizing how ridiculous he must have been. “I see... welp,” he pops the 'p' letting air out all at once. “You don't have to worry any longer since in less than twenty-four hours you'll finally know what he'd been working on for two months straight now. Hell! You shouldn't be worried at all; you know how much this means to him. Word goes around that he loves this just as much as you love doing radio shows deejay-ing and working here composing music.”
“If it's Junhong being all around him in college while he is not painting in that studio what worries you then you are being an idiot because Jimin is engaged to you and he has fucking chosen you over a shit tones of guys. And we both know that the kid haves a waiting line that are even better than you, but he's still here.” Knowing that was one thing but to someone else point it out loud made his pride bloom in his chest.
Nems aka Park fucking Jimin –not just the best artist at that college.
Jimin is an anonymous uprising painter since his second year of college; when he finally gave a try to go to France and compete anonymously against others from all over the world just as good as him but being judged by none the other than Ellie Kim herself. Wining second place in figures but first place in sketching and canvas. On top of that he was part of the choir, a first-rate dancer and excellent academy –chose him.
Min Yoongi aka Suga, AgustD over that fucker and pathetic excuse of a man. Junhong was a guy that Jimin had developed feelings for; more or less like a connection or infatuation when they danced together. Nothing happened between them but it still hurts Yoongi's feelings knowing that for a single moment Jimin eyes wandered towards another man. But the other just wanted a good fuck while Jimin could only offer a good friendship citing: 'I am not going to throw away the many years I have built with my boyfriend, that I love dearly, just because you want to call the attention of a guy by fucking with me. Sorry not sorry I won’t throw away the man that's not only my best friend but also my lover that has been there for, cheering and believing in me since day one.'
So it was okay. It's going to be okay.
Yoongi lets out a sigh taking his 'OBEY' cap off, fingers brushing his hair. “I guess you’re right.”
Namjoon snorts looking back at him with an eyebrow raised. “You guess?”
“Don't push your luck, kid.”
The day passed by with Yoongi and Namjoon working together in new songs for the upcoming rookie group. It needed to be perfect; hence that they don't like making half-ass works. Fans were expecting a lot ever since it was revealed that Namjoon was collaborating with Yoongi. Namjoon and him had never worked together construing an album before. The colleague was no joke when it came to music as well and for Yoongi was an honor to work as well with, not just his fellow worker, his best friend. As exhausting as it was it was no less than fun putting all the music together; writing lyrics, revising the tracks, etc.
However, he needed to call it a day since he couldn't concentrate as his mind would always wander back home. The apartment building wasn't far away thirty-five minutes by car if there was any traffic and twenty-four minutes if there wasn't any. That night, luckily, was one of the no traffic.
Inserting his key and opening the door he was welcomed with the smell of rice and fried meat that wafted under his nose making him gulp down the accumulating saliva of the exquisite odor.
He placed the shoes inside the shoe closet and directed himself towards the calling aroma.
A smile crept on his face as a he went further in the house when in the distance he could hear the radio on and Jimin singing along of a remix; 'desolation comes upon the sky – and I see fire burning the trees-'
He was going back and forth in the kitchen looking for and placing ingredients. The said male was in a green apron that had an embarrassing message written in it; 'beg for daddy’s steak'. Jimin was convinced it was a good idea to buy it and wear it around when he was cooking; please note he'd wear it even when their friends would visit to eat at their house.
A black, long sleeve shirt that covered his boxers at the same time exposing his well-defined tights and a 'OBEY' beanie; his red hair neatly parted in the middle showcasing his forehead. In his nose bridge rested his round glasses that were a bit foggy by the vapor. The slightly shorter man was moving his hips to sides in a laughable manner, squatting and then moving the hips and then shaking his head with circle motions almost head banging and his torso moving in 's' motions. His face didn't look sunken like in the morning nor he had any protruding eye bags anymore. That's a clear sign that he rested the whole day – to that Yoongi found himself have a wave of alleviation.
Jimin was in a good mood and that Yoongi loves to see how he would express it in his unique way. He didn't notice that Yoongi was there – arms crossed resting his body in the door frame, watching him intently with his trade mark gummy, lopsided smile at how he was cutting some of the vegetables. Still moving in a weird way minus the head banging.
Yoongi couldn't hold it any further and he just laughed startling the younger looking his way like a deer caught in the headlights. “Sweetie!” He screeched and stuttered a; “you -you are here,” eyes opened like saucers –his glasses were at the tip of his nose he fixes them with the hand that he had the knife with the middle finger, “and... you are here.” Repeats feebleminded. “It's very early for you to be here and you scared the living soul out of me.”
He blinks three times. Then it sank.
The fact that Yoongi was here early and there wasn't any food prepared.
He started to freak out about the food and outset to go around the kitchen cupboards looking for something quick and easy to make. “Oh my god! Why didn't you call me?” “Jimin-” “I could have prepared,” “Jimin-” “something earlier or I -the food would have –”
“Jimin!” the voice resounded- it wasn't stern more like a call for a down to earth and stop-freaking-out. Jimin smacked his lips shut and looked at him.
“Okay-okay.” He nodded relaxing his body, comprehending altogether.
“I didn't tell you because I wanted to surprise you but in the end you surprised me with that dance,” he chuckles softly lifting his weight from the frame to walk near Jimin. “Besides I can wait. S'not like I'm a gremlin that can't wait for food. I'm hungry not fucking starving to death.”
A tinge of pink dusted the younger round cheeks. “You saw that?” says subtly, looking down embarrassed to his feet that were covered in ankle high, white socks scratching between his fat and skinny toes.
He lifted his left eyebrow in amusement responded with an 'uhuh' and he, then, smirked. “I should have recorded that specially the part where you were doing that steamy hip dance.”
The slightly shorter man wails like a dying whale murmuring a; “great he'll tease me about this for about, like, forever.” A pair of lips touched the back of Jimin's neck almost feather-like. Yoongi grips his left hip softly fingers pressed in the hipbone as the other arm was circling his waist snaking diagonally down his way to the hem of his shirt. Yoongi's cool hand swoop under the apron and started to slide up touching Jimin's warm abdominal area in soothing circle-motions as he pecks the neck thus Jimin parted his lips a hitched breath comes out as his face dusted in a bright pink.
“Yoongi,” it came out almost in a high pitch an utterance – almost a moan.
At the very same moment a song started to play it was nice and soft –it was a ballad. “Your hands are cold.”
Snorting and not even amused he broke into his gummy smile once again. “You are such a mood killer babe.”
“Shut up.” He lightly hits the elder in the forearm, giggling. They started to sway, just like that, slowly to the sides. Yoongi presses himself closer as Jimin leans his head back on the latter shoulder closing his eyes letting himself to be embraced by his fiancés’ warmth. Washing him in what they call unceasing love.
The mood was right for them – hell, anywhere was perfect to create a mood for them. Because they were still there, they would never leave each other. He was embracing the love of his life and everything was alright. He placed his face on the juncture of Jimin's neck inhaling the scent. If he sharpens his olfactory perception, smelling Jimin's body scent further than his musky body wash and aftershave he, actually, smelled like a mix of lavender and pomegranate. It was a scent that would actually calm and soothe anyone that would get to have a whiff of it.
They were in their little bubble.
Not even five minutes later Jimin halted abruptly when the smoke hit his nose wheezing; “food!” detaching himself from Yoongi abruptly, leaving his lingering scent behind. He chuckled watching in amusement as the red haired would go from saving the dinner to simultaneously doing the side dishes.
Deciding that the other needed another hand he started to help. That night they went to sleep together. Tangled together; Jimin embracing Yoongi's stomach and his head rested on the chest as a pair of arms secured him.
And in the morning they woke up together. It was finally the graduation and once again Yoongi's heart bloomed in pride and contentment when they called for Jimin's name for his multiple recognition.
He was proud.
He was proud of everything his fiancé had done and about him finally knowing who he was and reaching his goals. They reached the gallery around seven of the night. Both of them dressed elegantly in button shirt, vest, pants, wear-shoes and tie for one as for the other a bowtie. Jimin stopped him at the entranced. He trembling.
“I'm very nervous for tonight.” He expressed without even waiting for Yoongi to ask or wonder any further. “Just for tonight I'll be exposed weakly and be naked in front of hundreds of people and..." Jimin closes his eyes and takes a very deep breath, in-exhaling, “for the first time I'm going to reveal my face to people Yoongi.” Mixed emotions were written in his face that had a prize that not even gold would be able to pay. It was so raw and pure yet something so fragile. Nothing would be able to compare to that and Yoongi was happy that he could count this as a blessing. Having someone like Jimin in his life is blessing that not everyone can enjoy.
“I want you to be the very first one to see this. It means a lot to me for you to be the first one-”
Yoongi cut him off cupping his face then placing a tender kiss on his temple. “If it means a lot to you I'll always be there to catch you and watch every step with you.” He relaxed at the thought of it. He had nothing to be nervous about for Yoongi will always be there watching over him.
The hall was called:
The Beautiful Moments of Life Repeated for Just One Day
They were all special moments filled with their love in a hall full of canvases.
All of them were from a viewer point of view, meaning that it was like if you were the one seeing it at the very same moment it was happening. Everything was from Jimin's point of view – how he saw it at the very moment. That's why it was the most asked and successful one among all the other talents in the campus. Because it felt too real. There was even the time when Yoongi was AgustD painting him leading the place everyone cheering for him as he turns it up.
The paint title was:
“ 내도메인 dopeman.com”
My domain is: dopeman.com
Oil paint around him giving the effect of blur around Yoongi who was painted beautifully in watercolor. He was wearing a red t-shirt that day, a black snap-back covering his umber hair at that time and denim ripped skinnies. The people around him blurred in oil paint looked like if they were jumping. He had one hand up and the mic in his hands was lifted a bit. The detailed was taken to a whole new level when in close in anyone could see the traces of sweat in the paint. There were many others that were done beautifully and breath taking however there was one that made him stop dead in his track because he just had to appreciate fully.
And it was that one.
The day they got engaged in Japan under the cherry blossom tree. It was the biggest canvas in the room and it was one that was made out of pastel watercolor. The point of view was him kneeling asking Jimin's hand, Jimin's point of view. A baby almost pale pink, surrounded the floor was, even, very detailed on the petals of the flowers. There were also a few, on the tree, that were late bloomers that were a darker shade of baby pink. The blue sky was clear of clouds the tree was almost so big that it hid away the daylight; even so you could still see the white moon.
“Kill Our Way to Heaven”
It was the name of the paint and Yoongi couldn't disagree. It didn't made sense when you first thought about it or even read it. But the more he saw it the more he was sure about this: He would kill his way to whatever heaven Jimin would be. They were in a bliss that reflected their years of hard work and love. Only the heavens know what they were feeling.
This is what it feels like falling in love.
People should feel honored that they were getting to see a piece of Jimin heart, body and soul. He walked further in the hall seeing paints of himself and they all had the very same vibe it felt like if he was watching himself from Jimin's point of view and somehow the surroundings were all blur in one way or another.
Yoongi went back shyly towards Jimin as he, Jimin, smiled brightly to Yoongi.
Yoongi hugged him around his neck hiding his face there and all he could ask was why would Jimin only paint him. Jimin just hugged him back pressing a kiss on his temple saying; “because, Min Yoongi, I only see you. The most beautiful thing."