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august seventeenth, 2018 10:02 pm -
"Welcome to our final conference before Mr. Kwon here retires," The co-worker starts, motioning over to the manager, who sat in his leather chair. His hair was trimmed neatly for once, slicked back and making the whiteness of it glow. Somehow, it made him look younger. The speaker takes a minute as everyone claps and congratulates Mr. Kwon, although Yoongi stays put in his seat, arms crossed as he stares at the man. Once they make eye contact, he simply nods and turns away after the old man gives him a small smile.
"Before he leaves, though, he will pick the new co-manager, since I'll be moving up to his position." She says, smiling as everyone claps, bowing. "Thank you. Alright, lets get into the plans."
Yoongi tunes out the overly energetic lady, making continuous glances at the clock, that seemed to go by slower and slower each dreadful look. Sighing, he turns his gaze to the windows. The city was alight, building's blinking and cars' honking faintly heard from the top floor of the office building. It was a nice view, one of the things Yoongi had to admit he liked about his night conferences- sure, he hated returning home so late, but it paid off and the view was great. Plus, he was only a Billing Manager, it's not like he needed to vote in on the designs the company used, or really participate in much unless it involved fees and money.
Vaguely, he notices thick clouds overhead, creeping up onto the city as some sort of sneaking cat. Yoongi doesn't register this fact- which is very important (that he should know), and continues to fiddle with his pen, wishing he could retrieve his phone and play on it. Not like he'd actually play games, he'd probably either text his -amazing- boyfriend or watch dance videos of him. Jimin. Sweet, loving Park Jimin.
Just the thought of that certain blonde, that Yoongi get's to call his own, waiting at home sweetly for Yoongi- makes him smile. Of course, he succeeds in not smiling in a meeting- for gods sake, he wasn't ready to be acknowledged for smiling like a lovestruck teenager in the middle of a meeting. Nevertheless, he still pondered on just getting up and flat out leaving this supposedly 'important' meeting to return home and cuddle with his boyfriend.
But, fate was not on his side, he notices somewhere in the back of his head as his name is called.
"Min Yoongi, we're moving you up."
Shell-shocked, Yoongi's mouth falls open. "What? Why? I'm only a billing manager, I did nothing special." Yoongi defends, although he has no clue why he even is defending his rank. He needs the money. Mr. Kwon's new replacement lady simply stares at him, a look of bore written into her small smile.
"Because we looked over your information files, and you have been loyal in regards to this company so far; therefore, you'll replace my old stationing, as co-manager." She smiles, handing him a stack of papers, thick in a vanilla file.
Yoongi continues to gape, not knowing whether to feel overwhelmed or happy. On one hand, the pay is almost triple.
But, again, it will be a lot more time and work out of his day, out of his time with Jimin.
"Uh-"
Bang!
Simultaneously a lightning strike flashes over the city, illuminating all wonders of it for a split second. The whole table around Yoongi looks out the window in awe, watching heavy rain soon follow, banging into the window.
"Oh, dear, lets hope the power doesn't waver-" A receptionist in the side table says, already on the phone to probably contact someone about getting the generators running, just in case.
"Alright, we should try and wrap this meeting up before the power lets out." Mr. Kwon says, going into detail animatedly about the company's works. A few of Yoongi's co-workers rolled their eyes- which Yoongi did, also- because everyone knew that 'wrap this up' meant 'another hour'. Honestly, Yoongi just wanted to shoot up, knock over his chair, march to Mr. Kwon, and then slap duct tape over his entire face. (Then leave.)
Around five minutes passed, with Mr. Kwon still talking with no signs of ending. Yoongi's leg started bouncing sometime through his speech, annoyed and impatient. The rain was slowly getting louder on the roof of the building and the windows, drowning the man out more and more with each passing minute.
Suddenly, a random girl speaks up from the corner, pushing her large black rimmed glasses- that were probably fake- up the bridge of her upturned nose, humming.
"I apologize, but I must get home. My kid is scared of lightning." She bows respectfully, even though she was American- with a fluent Korean accent-, standing up and collecting her notes and documents. What she said, for some reason struck something familiar inside Yoongi. Unfortunately he was dumb and tired, so he didn't catch up on why it was so familiar to him. Maybe the fact that she mentioned home, where her husband or wife was probably waiting for her- just like Jimin was, Yoongi knew, back at their warm house.
Mr. Kwon excused her, surprisingly, and Yoongi vaguely thinks he hears the man mumble something about returning home to kimchi as well. He shakes it off as nothing, returning his bored gaze back outside, to where the storm was now raging beyond safety.
Namjoon must be pressed against the window, watching the lightning and complete utter interest, while Seokjin is in the back trying to drag him out of the window, Yoongi thinks chuckling. The boy had no sense of his own safety when it came to smart stuff, in this case, lightning. Hoseok was probably scared out of his mind. Remembering a time when he roomed with Hoseok, the boy came running in and hid under all of Yoongi's pillows, terrifying him half to death in the morning. Then he remembers returning back to his apartment one night, to the sight of his newly asked-out boyfriend (Jimin) and Hoseok, cuddling and shivering on the couch when there was a hurricane.
Right, Jimin was scared of storms too.
Yoongi froze.
Riiiight.
Jimin was scared of storms.
Jimin was terrified of storms.
Shit, shit.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.
His face paled. Its been thirty minutes and shit, Jimin was probably borderline panic attack, now.
He needed to get home. Now.
"I'm really sorry, too. I need to get home. Right now." Yoongi tries not to panic, he really does.
He's pretty sure he leaves his favorite travel coffee mug on the table, along with half of his papers, but honestly he couldn't care any less. He's only halfway down a the small set of the stairs when he starts to hyperventilate, for two different reasons- one being that his Jimin is probably freaking out more than Yoongi himself was right now. He really wishes he worked out more, so he makes a mental note to start going to the gym with Jimin more, (even though they just end up making out in the bathroom because, shit, Jimin's thighs look good when he's doing squats, but this isn't the point).
The elevator seems to be on his side today because the second he jumps off the last step, phone clutched in hand, the doors open and out pours a ton of managers and workers. Yoongi waits, very impatiently, may he add, for the people to clear slowly. The second the last person is even stepping foot out, Yoongi is rushing in, pushing the lobby floor out of all 42 buttons. Very unfortunately, Yoongi was on the top floor, so it would take about two minutes to reach the bottom.
Better than running down the stairs, Yoongi thinks, scowling in distaste at the mere thought of running breathlessly down so many flights of stairs.
Yoongi annoys himself with his own tapping of his feet on the floor, scowling at his newly polished dress shoes. The American jazz elevator music is static and ringing in his ears distastefully, making him scoff and roll his eyes, pushing his neck back, then side to side to crack it. The elevator just seems to go slower and slower each second, his stomach jumping at the uneasy, strange feeling. The floor reader is only at 34, Yoongi notices, biting his bottom lip and chewing on it aggressively, to the point of broken skin.
Only a few seconds later, the reader hits 27 and suddenly stops. Yoongi refuses to let his jaw drop in accusation, as if the elevator had done something terrible to him. The doors pull open to reveal a young girl, probably three or four years younger than himself. She had long, wavy red hair, but Yoongi couldn't help but compare it to a certain someone's, just thinking wow, his Jimin's fluffy black hair was so much prettier than hers. Her eyes were large, rounded at the corners, unlike Jimin's angel ones- shaped like crescents when he smiled, so pretty. The girl's nose and lips were both small, and she had a large, bulky chin that made Yoongi want to cringe. Jimin's cute, round nose was so much cuter.
And god, those plump lips.
He could kiss them forever-
"Hi. I'm Jisoo."
Yoongi hadn't even noticed her walk in, or the way she stood next to him, arching her back to shove her breasts forward and butt out.
She was pouting her lips at him and fluttering her obviously fake, chunky eyelashes. Yoongi had to try really hard not to roll his eyes at the obviously hard trying girl, as if he was single. Or straight.
"Hi. I'm none of your business."
Yoongi spits back, turning his impatient glare to the metal elevator doors. The dings of each floor going down seemed too slow to be natural, he thinks, already coming up with a plan to call the company and tell them to speed up their elevators.
"Wow. Your kind of rude."
She mutters, turning away from him.
"Wow. Your kind of slutty, but does it look like I care?" Yoongi knows he's being unfair, he is being rude, but he really cant bring himself to care, not when he has a bigger priority right now.
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"Ugh. I'm just trying to be nice." She frowns, turning a shy gaze to her own purse, fiddling with it and taking an obvious step to the side.
Yoongi spitefully ignores her, this time, running a hand through his own dark grey locks, with lighter gray highlights. It was more brown tinted, though, but Yoongi liked it.
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Go faster, Yoongi demands, as if the elevator could actually listen
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2. The elevator dinged, and Yoongi notices Jisoo tapped it. He scowls at her, watching as the doors open- and there it was, a whole crowd of people in front of the elevator. At this moment, Yoongi is pissed, so he cuts before Jisoo and through the crowds of people, making a beeline for the stairs door. He opens the heavy metal with some effort, immediately turning to speed walk down the remaining two flights of stairs.
It only takes a few minutes to get into the lobby, ignore the goodbye calls of the receptionist, and get into the parking garage across the street. The harsh air is cold against his covered skin, rain droplets landing on his new suit and dripping down his face. He doesn't think he's ever been so thankful to have his car on the first floor, rushing over to it and nearly dropping his keys in the process of shoving it into the keyhole, twisting and yanking the door open quickly.
He speeds out of the parking garage, completely forgetting to pay but hey, he shouldn't have to, he's co-manager now, anyway.
His car windshield wipers are moving quickly, trying to clear the glass of the hailing rain of the storm. The water makes the city lights look blotchy, blurring Yoongi's view of the road and the flashing lights surrounding, most ambulances surrounding crashed, burning cars or wheeling a stretcher to it, holding people with cut faces or burnt skin.
It all made Yoongi sick, made Yoongi happy that Jimin was studying to be a medic- even though it was dangerous in its own ways, he was happy his love could help people- just like he's always done.
It takes longer than it should but eventually he's out of the city, already on the quick way, speeding the last ten minutes home.
The roads are clear of cars which lets Yoongi return home safely, if he doesn't count his speeding on slippery roads. His slightly downhill drive way is flooded with almost half an inch of water, flowing down into the grass and soaking up their backyard. Internally, Yoongi groans at the damage he'll have to fix, but he doesn't think much of it, instead running inside to 1) , get out of the rain, and 2) see Jimin.
He unlocks the door and swings it open with a hard push, jogging inside and shutting the door with a wet squeak. Shuffling his shoes on the door mat, he kicks them off into the closet next to the door, coat following after.
"Jimin-ah?" He calls, the house dark, besides a few night lights lining the halls by Jimin's request.
He hears nothing so he opts for locking the door, turning to jog up the stairs to their shared room. As he's running up the stairs there's a flashing light, illuminating the house, followed by a loud boom that even startled Yoongi, pace faltering on the stairs as suddenly he bounds up them a little bit faster.
The door is closed, which it never is.
"Jiminie?" Yoongi asks quietly as he opens the door, heart breaking as he sees a shaking ball covered in blankets on the farthest corner of their bed, pushed up against the wall.
"Yoonie!" Jimin sobs, head peeking up. His eyes and nose are runny, face red and blotched with tears.
Yoongi's heart breaks a little more at the sight, fingers twitching as he immediately goes over to him, climbing up on the bed. Crawling over to the window beside the bed, he shuts the blinds and drapes to somehow make Jimin feel more safe, quickly scooting to where Jimin was in the corner. He unwraps the blankets a little and puts himself in it, snaking his arms around Jimin's small, shaking form as the boy leans his direction instead of the wall, resting his fluffy head in the crook where his neck and chest met, crying softly. His small sniffles and cries were cute but heartbreaking, making Yoongi bite his lip not very gently, trying to ignore the uneasy, weird feeling in his heart. He hated seeing Jimin like this.
"I'm so sorry, baby, I couldn't get out of that meeting."
No, Yoongi doesn't want to mention he forgot, doesn't want to make Jimin any more upset. He'll tell him some other time.
For now he settles with small apologies and sweet nothings whispered into Jimin's ears, slowly moving them down into a laying position under the covers. His heart burst with affection when the boy slowly uncurled from a ball and wrapped his arms and legs around Yoongi like a koala, chest and abdomen pressed against Yoongi's.
Yoongi discreetly smiles and places a long, sweet kiss atop of Jimin's head, nosing his hair lovingly.
"Thank you, hyung. I love you."
Yoongi's heart burst again at Jimin's sweet voice. He doesn't think he'll ever get over the joy and love whenever those three words fall from Jimin's lips. They'll always make his heart explode, they'll always make him the happiest man alive.
"I love you too, gorgeous."
Jimin smiled into Yoongi's neck, just as another flash of lightning peeked through the thin curtains. A smaller boom followed, making Jimin twitch a little bit.
"Well have to get thicker curtains." Yoongi chuckles, smiling softly at Jimin's followed giggle.
He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. Jimin's hair smelt of the warm honey shampoo he used, mixed with a scent of lemon drops and lavender.
No lightning bolts follow, then, nor thunder.
The two cuddle closely, sharing short, sweet phrases and hushed, cute giggles. Yoongi eventually complains that his feet are cold and sit up to go get some fuzzy socks, Jimin climbing up behind him and wrapping his legs around his waist and arms around his neck, again, like a koala, demanding Yoongi take him with.
So Yoongi just holds up Jimin's muscular thighs that grip his waist and stands up, retrieving his fuzzy socks that he puts on Jimin's small, adorable feet. He voices his thoughts and Jimin simply slaps his arms, whining a cute 'hyung!' into his neck. He then grabs socks for himself and sits down to put them on.
"Hyung, I want hot chocolate." Jimin whines, kissing Yoongi's neck briefly.
Yoongi chuckles, not understanding his love for sweet things.
Then again, Yoongi was engaged to Jimin. Jimin was adorably sweet.
"Okay, baby."
Jimin giggles in glee at the nickname, squeezing Yoongi as a makeshift hug around his back.
Yoongi stands up again, using his phone as a flashlight and reopens their bedroom door, carefully going down the carpet stairs as to not drop Jimin. Not that he ever would, for the boy had a death grip on his waist with his thighs, anyway.
Carefully he uses his phone light to search for the kitchen light switch on the wall, humming when he does. After he turns it on, he sets Jimin on the island counter and ruffles his hair, amusedly watching him squirm on the granite.
"'S cold." He explains, smiling bashfully at Yoongi.
Yoongi just smiles and turns away, reaching up to grab two coffee cups that had matching hearts on them, one with a 'J' in the middle, and one with a 'Y'.
Yoongi turns on the coffee machine and puts his cup, the one with a 'J' heart on it, under it, then getting a cocoa packet to pour inside Jimin's, the 'Y' heart. He then grabs a measuring cup filled with the right amount of water and shoves it in the microwave, preparing the hot water.
As he waits he turns around to Jimin, who had his knees spread and hands shoved innocently between his legs, swinging his feet cutely.
Yoongi walks over and positions himself between his boyfriends legs, hands on either side of him.
The two look into each others eyes lovingly, Yoongi tilting his head a little. Jimin quickly leans in and gives Yoongi a small peck, smiling a little when he pulled back. Yoongi feels his own lips curl into a smile despite himself, pretending to be shocked.
"Wah! That's it?" He jokes, gazing at Jimin expectantly before leaning in for another kiss. His lips just push a little onto Jimin's, a sweet brush. The two refuse to move as the kiss deepens a little, seeming to both think the same because at the same time, they part their lips to move in a sweet dance.
The older pulls away again, just to push again onto those, thick, plump lips, with just a tad bit more pressure. They move in unison, lips creating sparks of love between them.
Jimin wraps his arms that were previously beside him around Yoongi's neck, whilst Yoongi moves his own arms around Jimin's waist, yanking him closer.
Time seems to stop around them as the two get lost in their own world, sharing sweet, deep kisses.
Yoongi can't help but swipe his tongue across Jimin's lower plump lip, just for the hell of it. Jimin giggles into the kiss as his mouth falls open slightly, tongues intertwining in a loving move.
The beeping of the microwave causes them to jump apart, lips swollen and red as they giggle at each other. They're panting a little as Yoongi turns to get the hot water, careful not to spill it on himself. It was steaming as he gingerly poured it into Jimin's cup, cocoa powder sticking to itself on the top. He chucks the empty measuring cup into the sink before grabbing a spoon to mix the hot chocolate. Once it's thoroughly mixed he throws a few marshmallows in, just as he knows Jimin likes it before handing it to him. He then grabs his black coffee and warms his hands with it, jumping up on the counter with Jimin.
The two drink in silence, intertwined hands between them as rain decorates the small kitchen window to the left of them.
Soon enough their drinks are finished and surprisingly their feeling tired as ever, putting their cups in the sink while sharing short kisses and complaints of 'You taste bitter' and 'Eugh, too sweet'.
Soon enough the two are back in bed, space unknown between them. Yoongi's hand is cradled across Jimin's head, face buried into his hair as Jimin returns his koala position around his waist and upper back.
"Hyung?"
Yoongi hums, eyes already closing as he leans down to sweetly kiss Jimin's chocolate lips once more.
"You know."
"I know."
And the two fall into a loving, deep sleep, filled with dreams of chocolatey coffee kisses and cuddles.
The aftercare of the storm.