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Jimin unlocked the front door.
Today had been a particularly bad one. One of his students had slipped and sprained her ankle causing all the other students to freak out as well.
Of course, it didn’t help that a certain pale, black haired man with soft pink lips and catlike eyes had plagued his mind the entire day. Whispers of promises and ghosts of burning touches… Safe to say, Jimin was not on his A game, and that paired with extra lessons resulted in his shitty workday.
He had texted Yoongi a few times, reminding him to warm up the leftover soup, and take his medicine. His texts had been met with short one-word replies. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed.
Jimin stepped into the apartment and was welcomed with darkness. His body tensed. What was going on? He could sense something was wrong.
Why was it so dark when Yoongi should have been home? He hadn’t messaged Jimin that he would be out.
Was he sleeping? Did he faint? Jimin shook his head trying to rid it of the negative thought.
“Y-yoongi?” Jimin called out, still frozen in the entryway.
There was a crash. His heart started beating faster.
Was that a burglar?
Jimin grabbed an umbrella out of the little container by the door. Raising it up like a baseball bat, he ventured deeper into the apartment. Moving slowly through the darkness. If he had heard it correctly, it sounded as if the crash had come from the kitchen. Jimin was just about to reach the kitchen, when a tall, broad figure appeared in front of him shrouded in darkness.
Jimin screamed, swinging the umbrella. It made a contact with soft flesh, which was soon followed by an angry “OW-FUCK!”
Jimin ran to the wall, scrambling to find the light switch.
“YOONGI?” He exclaimed at the figure standing in front of him clutching his arm in pain.
“What the fuck was that for, Jimin?” Yoongi growled, still rubbing his shoulder.
“I thought you were a robber! Why didn’t you say anything when I called out your name?” Jimin fired back.
The angry frown melted off his face. He looked down with a sheepish expression.
“I panicked… I wasn’t done yet.” He muttered.
“Done what?”
“Dinner,” he said simply turning around to head back into the kitchen. Jimin followed, frowning in confusion.
Jimin gasped at the display in front of him. The small, circular dining table that seated four, had been covered with a white tablecloth. Cutlery, plates, and wine glasses for two had been set up across from each other. There was a small vase with light pink peonies sitting in the center, surrounded by several tiny unlit candles.
“Yoongi…” Jimin whispered, not being able to look away. Which was probably for the best because he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. He could only imagine how red his cheeks really were.
“Yeah, the flowers and candles might have been a little overkill,” Yoongi muttered to himself.
Jimin finally looked at him. Yoongi was staring at him with anticipation. His eyebrows furrowed a little with the anxiety.
“No, no! It’s beautiful! Thank you so much!” Jimin assured, “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble though? You should be resting.”
“It’s really no trouble… and when I say that, I mean it. I didn’t even cook. Everything is store bought.”
Jimin chuckled, “Still, you had to go out and get everything. You really didn’t have to do all this.”
“And you didn’t have to take care of my delirious self, so I guess we’re even?”
Jimin smiled, looking down with flushed cheeks.
Yoongi cleared his throat, and Jimin tried not to think too much about the pink tingeing the older’s cheeks, “Um...you want to freshen up while I plate the food?”
Jimin nodded gratefully, taking his leave. Jimin stood in front of his closet after a relaxing shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist, trying to figure out what to wear.
It’s not a date. NOPE. NOT A DATE. Stop overthinking this. Yoongi’s probably wondering what’s taking so long.
That sets him in motion. He pulled on black skinny jeans, and a white button down and left the top three buttons undone. He prayed it wouldn’t be too much or too little.
Yoongi had been wearing a black dress shirt and jeans, so he should be fine.
Yoongi was sitting at the table on his phone when Jimin entered.
“Feeling better?”
“Much, thank you.”
Yoongi gestures at the seat across from him. Jimin sits down. Yoongi had gone with Italian.
“Everything looks delicious.”
“I certainly hope so,” Yoongi muttered, “I spend an hour waiting for it.”
Jimin’s eyes widen comically. “Yoongi! What? Why would you-”
“Well it wouldn’t be a very nice thank you if I had gotten fast food, would it? Only the best for my knight in shining armor.”
Jimin snorted, “I never knew you were such a cheeseball.” Yoongi just smiled looking away. Jimin tried not to stare, but goddamn was that gummy smile beautiful. Yoongi began filling Jimin’s plate with the different pastas, and piece of lasagna.
“Is your arm okay?” Jimin asked.
“Oh yeah,” he pouted, grabbing onto his arm again. “I can’t believe you hit me with an umbrella when all I was trying to do is be nice and prepare dinner for us.”
“Sorry.” Jimin said biting his lips to prevent himself from laughing at Yoongi’s whining. He looked so cute with that pout, clutching onto his arm like a little kid.
“Nah it’s okay… in hindsight, it wasn’t my smartest move either. Well now I know what not to do next time.”
Next time?!?
“Oh by the way, I heard a crash. What was that?”
The sheepish look was back.
“I was panicking and may have run into the wall.”
He burst out laughing. Yoongi pouts. “Okay I’m sorry, but how does one do that?”
“I don’t know what I was thinking. I turned off the lights as soon as I heard you unlocking the front door. And then I guess I just got disoriented and thought the wall was the entryway.”
Jimin rubbed his eyes, wiping away the tears from laughing too hard, “You’re too sweet, Yoongi.”
He scoffed, “I’m not sweet.”
“Right, because this isn’t sweet?” Jimin gestured at the flowers and candles. He giggled at Yoongi’s refusal. “Well, I think it’s very sweet, and the food is delicious. So, thank you for everything!”
“Stop thanking me,” Yoongi grumbled. “This is meant to be a thank you for you. You really didn’t have to go to all that trouble yesterday. I don’t know what else to say. I’m just really thankful.”
Jimin smiles, albeit a little sadly. He honestly hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary. He would’ve done all that for any of his friends, but the fact that Yoongi was so surprised by being taken care of made Jimin want to take care of him more. “You need to take better care of yourself, Yoongi. You’re not invincible.”
Yoongi looks down at his plate, nodding slowly.
“But I’m here to help, so you don’t have to be alone, okay?” Jimin felt your cheeks heat up, but he didn’t look away from Yoongi. Yoongi’s eyes were glassy. He looked down again, blinking rapidly.
“Thanks.” It was so quiet, but Jimin heard it loud and clear.
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The mood became lighter after that, with talks of Yoongi’s latest projects and the occasional story of Hoseok’s idiocy.
After dinner, Yoongi brought out a small vanilla, custard cake with fresh fruits filling.
“Oh wow, this is really good!” Jimin said past a mouthful of cake. Yoongi laughed.
“Thanks, my friend Jin owns a bakery, so I was able to place a last minute order. This is one of their best cakes.”
After eating to their heart's content, the two cleared the table and did the dishes. Jimin dried, while Yoongi washed.
“Are you tired?” Yoongi asked, drying his hands with the hand towel.
“Not particularly. Why, do you have something in mind?”
He shrugs, “Wanna watch a movie?”
“Sure.”
The two migrate to the living room.
“Anything you want to watch?” Yoongi asks browsing through the different categories of movies on the tv.
After another fifteen minutes of browsing and reading synopsises, they settle on a heist movie.
The two of them sat shoulder to shoulder, so really it wasn’t Jimin’s fault when instead of the movie, he was more focused on all the places where their bodies were touching.
Yoongi got up suddenly, walking out of the room. He came back with a blanket. He settled back into his spot beside Jimin, covering the both of them in the blanket. It was an interesting movie, from what Jimin could pick up, but sitting there under the blanket, on the soft couch, slightly leaning against Yoongi, the long day of work finally began catching up to him. His eyes began closing against his constant struggles to keep them open. And sure enough, soon he was sleeping soundly, head leaning against Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi tensed as he felt Jimin’s head hit his shoulder. He didn’t move for several minutes. Then finally he snuck a look at the younger, only to find him sound asleep. Yoongi chuckled, “Not tired, huh? What are we going to do with you, angel?”
He stopped the movie, turning the tv off. Readjusting, he slid a hand behind Jimin’s back, and then the other under his legs. Scooping his sleepy form up, he grunted a little at the weight. Cursing Jimin’s muscles for the first time for being so heavy. Yoongi walked to his room slowly, making sure he didn’t wake up.
He nudged open the door with his foot. Walking to Jimin’s bed, he lowered him into the bed, and covered him with the duvet. He’d probably be uncomfortable in jeans, but Yoongi couldn’t really do anything about that, so he left, shutting the door behind him.
Yoongi sat in front of his computer messing around with beats, unaware of the small smile that played on his face.
“..so you don’t have to be alone, okay?” His smile widened.
Yoongi shook his head, sighing contently.
“Ugh why is he like this?” He whispered to himself, gently rubbing his chest, as if trying to sooth his heart.
It’s safe to say, when Yoongi finally went to bed hours later, a small smile still unconciously played on his lips.
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Their dinners and movie night somehow became a weekly affair. Sometimes they would watch a movie, sometimes they would watch Criminal Minds (because who knew Yoongi would have a thing for crime shows?).
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“Jiminie?” Yoongi called from his room.
“Yeah, hyung?” Jimin answered from his own desk.
“Do you want to hear one of my tracks?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.”
“Hell yeah! I’m coming!” He shut the lid of his laptop, rushing into Yoongi’s room.
“Nice PJs, angel!” Yoongi chuckled at his spongebob pajama boxers.
“Shut up!” Jimin scowled jumping onto Yoongi’s bed sitting facing the older.
“If you’re mean to me, you don’t get to hear the track.”
“Awww come on, just play it already.”
“Why are you so disobedient?”
“Why are you such a tease?” Yoongi scoffed, handing him the headphones.
Yoongi hit the spacebar on his laptop and Jimin’s ears were filled with the beginning of a slow melody. Yoongi handed him a sheet of paper with the lyrics to a song called So Far Away.
Jimin began singing the lyrics softly to get a feel for the song. Jimin was so lost in singing all the right lyrics while still trying to absorb the words and the music that he startled when a familiar voice started rapping.
Jimin gasped. “Is this you, hyung?”
He nodded. Jimin closed his eyes, getting lost in Yoongi’s voice. When the track lead into the chorus Jimin softly sang along again. The song was beautiful, and before he knew it, it was over.
“That was-”
“Wow…” Jimin looked up to see that Yoongi was looking at him in a daze.
Jimin took of his headphones, “Hyung?”
“Record a guide for me, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi had a focused look on his face that on any other instance, Jimin would’ve admired, but right now it just left him confused.
“What are you saying, hyung?”
“Can you please sing this song for hyung?”
Jimin’s eyes go wide, “B-but I’m not a singer, hyung. I can’t sing.”
“You just did.”
“But that was just-I was just trying to get a feel for what the song sounded like- I was just fooling around, hyung.”
“Jiminie, hyung really liked your voice.” Jimin felt blood rushing to his face. He looked down at his hands clutching the sheet of lyrics. Yoongi tosses his laptop to the side, scooting closer.
“Jimin-ah, please. Do this for hyung. I have a really good feeling about this. Hyung will be there and help you. Do this for me please?”
Jimin’s heart was thundering, he was scared, but he knew he was too soft for his hyung to actually be able to say no.
“Okay, hyung.”
A week later. Yoongi is editing on the couch when a tired Jimin returns home.
“Hi, hyung,” Jimin greets while taking his shoes and socks off.
“Jiminie. Guess what hyung finished editing today?” Yoongi smirks from his spot on the couch.
“No WAY!” Jimin comes barrelling into him. Yoongi grunts from the force.
“Go shower, first. You stink,” Yoongi orders, hiding his smile because in all honesty, he couldn’t care less. He just knew it would rile the younger up. Sure enough Jimin turned to him with an adorable pout and puppy dog eyes.
“HyuUuuUunnnNnnGGgggg!”
Yoongi laughs, “Alright, alright you brat. Here.” He hands Jimin the earphones. Jimin listens in complete silence. He listens to the beautiful melody. He can’t help but admire how his voice transitioned into Yoongi’s. He has to admit they sound pretty good together. The song fades out into nothing, but Jimin doesn’t move. Finally Yoongi’s gaze becomes too much for him and he turns to face him.
“Hyung,” he blinked away the tears that had formed in his eyes, “That was amazing. Words don’t do it justice, but that was beautiful.”
Yoongi sighed. He leaned back into the couch eyes closing, “Thank you, angel. I had a lot of problems with this track, so thank you so much for helping me out. You sounded beautiful.”
“Oh hyung, so sappy. Stop trying to flatter me. You know I didn’t do it justice. Your track deserves the best.”
“Stop, Jimin. Don’t say that again. I am an artist. Do you really think I would ever settle with just anyone for one of my projects? I wanted you because I like your voice.”
Jimin can only imagine how red he is right now. He doesn’t know what to say.
“Well, I really did love it! Your hard work paid off! This track is going to be a hit! I just know it!”
Yoongi smiled softly, and Jimin sat back watching, awed at the peaceful look on his face.
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“So? What’s up with you and Yoongi?” Hoseok asked suddenly.
Jimin choked on his dumpling. Jimin and Hoseok were currently seated on Jimin’s comfy rug, eating takeout while going through the administrative paperwork that was spread all over Jimin’s bed. “Nothing,” Jimin sputtered. Hoseok gave him a look.
“Right… I’ve known you for five years. In those five years, I’ve seen you make heart eyes once before, and that was when that cute intern temporarily joined the company two years ago. The second time was Monday night when you two were being disgustingly cute at Karaoke. Seriously, why did you invite me to third wheel on your guy’s date.” Hoseok’s smirk was insufferable.
“Okay first of all I do not make heart eyes. Second, Jungkook was freaking beautiful and completely adorable, and you made heart eyes at him too. And third, it wasn’t a date! We were hanging out to celebrate the release of his newest mixtape, and for some reason we tolerate your extra ass so you were invited to celebrate. As friends!” Jimin defended. Hoseok just smiled knowingly stuffing his face with noodles, but his eyes not leaving Jimin’s.
“Right…”
“For god’s sake, Hoseok! Fine! I may have developed feelings for him! Are you happy now?”
Hoseok’s heart-shaped smile was back, and Jimin wanted to smack it off his face.
“I’m very happy! But what’s your problem? If you like him, just ask him out then? ‘Cuz let me tell you, if you’re expecting that grandpa to make the first move, you’ll be waiting for a long, long time.”
Jimin felt tears burn his eyes, “I can’t.”
“Jimin-ah, baby, don’t be shy. If you like him, you need to do talk to him about it. Life is too short to waste on pining.” He grinned, but the smile quickly faded when he noticed Jimin wasn’t reacting.
“Jiminie, what’s wrong?”
Jimin shook his head. Hoseok sighed. He piled all the papers spread on the bed into a stack.
“Hey! What are you doing…?” Hoseok jumped into Jimin’s bed, grabbing his wrist, he pulled Jimin in beside him.
“Hoseok,” Jimin whined. Hoseok wound his hands around him, pulling him against his chest. Hoseok placed his chin on his head.
“Shhh, just tell me what’s bugging you.”
Jimin considered deflecting, but he was dying to let it out. It had been on his mind since last night.
“He confessed to someone. I accidentally overheard it when I came home last night. I heard voices in his room, and then I heard him confessing. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just hid away in my room, and texted him that I was tired, and will be skipping dinner.” Jimin’s voice was shaky. He was using sheer willpower to keep form breaking down. Oh god, it was so embarrassing to say outloud.
Hoseok was silent.
“Do you know who he confessed to?”
Jimin shook his head, “I’m so stupid, Hobi hyung. Ugh, he was just being nice, but I had to go on and misread his actions.” Jimin was crying before you know it. He turned and buried his face into Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok rubbed soothing circles onto his back.
“I really fell hard, Hobi. He’s so sweet and caring. Remember the day we had that proposal meeting with the investors. He had come to pick me up because he knew I had been stressing over it for over a week. He dragged me to dinner when he found out it had been a success. We were walking back, when these one of this asshole made a pass at me. He punched him in the face, and probably would have beaten him, if I hadn’t grabbed his hand and ran away… I don’t know, Hobi, I really think I love him.”
“I’m not the one, you should say that to, Jimin-ah. Maybe you should talk it out with Yoongi. Something doesn’t seem to add up. From what I was getting, he seemed to really like you too.”
“Don’t give me false hope, Hoseok…It’s not good for my heart.”
Hoseok didn’t know what to do, but let Jimin cry it out.
The door to Jimin’s bedroom opened. Jimin froze, face still buried in Hoseok’s shirt.
“Jiminie?” A painstakingly familiar voice whispered. “Are you okay?” Jimin nodded into Hoseok’s shirt. He didn’t want to face Yoongi with tears streaking his face.
“Give us a minute Yoongi,” Hoseok asked. Silence.
“Yoongi, please,” Hoseok pleaded. He heard the door close. Hoseok shuffled out of his hold.
“Wipe your face, baby. I’m going to talk to him.” Before Jimin could protest, he was slipping out of the door.
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Hoseok found Yoongi in the kitchen, gripping the counter so hard his knuckles were turning white.
“Yoongi.”
Yoongi turned around. His face seemingly void of emotion, but Hoseok has known him for years, and was well aware that the way his jaw was clenched meant he was pissed.
“Why are you here?” Yoongi asked. Hoseok tried not to flinch at his tone.
“Am I not allowed to come over?”
“Let me rephrase, what were you doing in his room, Hoseok.”
“Working.”
Yoongi raised a brow, “It didn’t look like that.”
“Hyung,” Hoseok’s voice was low, a clear warning in his tone.
“Hoseok, is something going on between you and Jimin?” Hoseok would’ve gotten angry if he hadn’t heard the slight crack in his voice.
“Yoongi, there is nothing going on between us,” Hoseok assured. Yoongi sagged against the counter.
“Then….?”
“Yoongi, do you have feelings for him?” Hoseok asked softly.
“I was planning on confessing…” Yoongi admitted.
Hoseok’s eyes widened.
“Confessing to…Jimin?” He prodded.
Yoongi looked scared, “I even asked Jin hyung for advise. He helped me practise, so I wouldn’t fuck it up.”
Hoseok let out a laugh making Yoongi jump. He glared at the younger.
Hoseok held up his hands in truce, but his bright smile was back. “I’m sorry, but you’re both idiots. You need to have a talk, like seriously, the sooner the better. In fact, you should go talk to him right now.”
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Yoongi took a deep breath before opening Jimin’s bedroom door.
“Jimin?” He asked, his voice thick.
“Y-yeah, hyung?” Jimin stammered bitterly noticing the lack of a nickname. It’s easier this way. At least this way I know where I stand in his life. Yoongi felt his heart clench at the sight of the tears running down Jimin’s face.
Yoongi walked into his room, closing the door behind him.
“Jiminie, angel, why are you crying?” Yoongi asked lowering himself onto the floor in front of him.
“Don’t call me that, please.” Jimin pleaded. Yoongi blinked owlishly. Refusing to acknowledge how his heart was breaking. Jimin was rejecting him before he even confessed.
“I’ll misunderstand again.”
“Jimin-ah, just hear me out first. I’ve never been close to a lot of people. I’m uncomfortable around strangers. I live on my own, and I take care of myself. There aren’t people dependent on me, and I’m not dependent on anyone else. That’s all I’ve ever been used to... but then you came along…” Yoongi moved forward slowly. His large hands held onto Jimin’s smaller ones. “You made my heart have a hard time, Jiminie. With your cute smiles, and beautiful personality. All those nights you stayed up in my room keeping me company when I was working on my mixtape. You always seem to know what I need, before even I realize I need it. That time that you held me while I cried out my frustrations, and then how you dragged me out to get ice cream and clear my head. You’ve been so good to me, and...and I love you. I love you so much... So let me take care of you now, Jiminie. Be mine, angel.”
Jimin stared at him incredulously, “B-but I don’t understand? I heard you confess to someone last night.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened in horror, “Oh my god, Jiminie! You heard that? Is that why you’re crying?”
He looked at his feet, nodding.
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. That-that wasn’t- I was just- ugh this is so embarrassing- I was practicing. My friend Jin was helping me practice. I just wanted it to be perfect-oof” Yoongi stumbled as Jimin flung his arms around Yoongi’s neck, hugging him tight. Yoongi moved to sit on the floor, pulling Jimin down with him. Yoongi’s arms wrapping tightly around Jimin’s small waist. He nuzzled his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck.
“This means you love me too right?” Yoongi asked into the younger’s neck.
Jimin laughed, “Mmmmhmmm… I do. I love you.”
Yoongi pulled back a little, hand rising to rest at Jimin’s neck, gaze locked onto his lips.
“I really love you, angel,” he murmured, and with that he pulled Jimin into the sweetest kiss.
~The End~
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