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Yoongi-hyung, 11:49pm
>come to my studio
Jimin gulped. This was it. He officially went and fucked everything up. Reluctantly, he dragged himself up to his feet and slowly moved towards where Yoongi's studio was. There was no avoiding it anymore. His lips were trembling and his eyes started to water, Jimin tried to mentally prepare himself for what was about to go down.
Yoongi knew. If only Jimin had payed more attention to his surroundings instead of whining pathetically on Taehyung's bed, explicitly describing his very gay, very romantic feelings for their hyung like he always does when he thinks he isn't home. If only he had noticed how Taehyung's expression had shifted from an amused to an alarmed one very quick.
"Taehyung you don't understand! I'm so in love with Yoongi it actually, physically hurts- what-?"
And there he was. Standing in the doorway with a few plastic bags in his hand and an almost unreadable expression on his face, mouth open with an unfinished "Taehyung, here-" stuck in his throat.
Jimin turned away from the door and looked at an equally shocked Taehyung, panic rising in his chest. A few agonizing moments of absolute silence passed before Yoongi cleared his throat.
"I'm, I'll be, uh, I-"
It was weird to see the usually composed and somewhat calm Yoongi stuttering. He left, closing the door, leaving the other two in even more silence.
"Jimin..."
"Don't. It's- it's ok. I'll just- go."
Before Taehyung could grab him, he ran outside and left the building, running until he was too exhausted to take any step further.
He spent a few hours walking around in the dark but warm summer evening, trying to sort out his thoughts and to come to terms with what happened, but most of all he tried not to cry.
An unknown amount of time later he returned to their dorm, and as soon as be stepped through the doorway, Taehyung handed him his phone which he had forgotten at home.
"Here, there's a message you might want to read."
Jimin knocked timidly at the studio door. One deep, shaky breath later, it was opened, and Jimin stepped inside.
It was dark but for the few computer screens and the LEDs on the midi boards and mixing desks. Jimin always admired the older for being an excellent producer.
Yoongi sat down on his chair, avoiding to look at Jimin who's eyes were fixated on the floor.
"Is it true?"
A hard gulp. "Yes."
Silence.
"How long?"
Fighting against the tears stinging in his eyes, he choked out his answer.
"Too long, hyung."
His voice cracked, betraying him. It was so obvious that he was crying. So pathetic.
Jimin didn't know what he expected Yoongi to do, how he expected him to react. But he certainly never imagined that he would stand up and walk towards him, stopping for a moment before draping his arms around him.
Before he could process anything, Jimin's face was buried in Yoongi's shoulder and their chests were pressed together. Yoongi ran his hand through Jimin's hair, whispering.
"You're an idiot. You're so stupid."
He grabbed Jimin's shoulders and pushed him back slightly, looking into his eyes.
"But I'm an idiot, too."
And with that, his hands shifted from Jimin's shoulders to his neck, bringing their faces close and Jimin gasped. Yoongi kissed him, and Jimin's brain short-circuited, almost paralyzing him.
Yoongi pulled back, his lips still hovering above Jimin's just millimeters apart, and they could feel their breath mingle before Jimin awakened from his trance and kissed Yoongi back.
His lips were soft and feathery and more than Jimin could handle. It was so unbelievable, for this to be actually happening. He didn't notice that tears had fallen down his cheeks until he felt Yoongi's thumb wipe them away.
"But, hyung... You..?"
Chuckling, Yoongi pressed his forehead against Jimin's, and they looked into each others eyes for a while, just breathing in each other's scents.
"I've been in love with you for too long as well, Jiminie."
A tingling sensation filled Jimin's whole body, and he felt like he would pass out any second at those words.
"Why didn't I notice?"
A lot of things made sense now. How Yoongi would invite him for studio sessions all the time, writing songs that fit Jimin's vocals, praising Jimin whenever he needed to hear it, whenever he was down.
"I did notice, actually," Yoongi said, caressing Jimin's cheeks.
"But I was so afraid that it was me being delusional that I didn't do anything."
Jimin laughed, suddenly. He laughed very loud, and once he started he couldn't stop himself. All the stress and the tension seemed to be washed away from his body, and he soon heard Yoongi join in.
They fell asleep on Yoongi's studio couch, tangled together after a long time of cuddling and kissing and, most importantly, finally being able to hold each other's hand more than platonically.
Sometime in the early morning, Jimin opened his eyes for a moment only to notice that Yoongi was already staring at him.
"I closed the blinds. Sleep."
Jimin buried his face and Yoongi's chest and murmured quietly.
"Love you, hyung."
And right before he drifted into another dream, he heard the answer.
"I love you, too."