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Jimin is running like a madman. It's the third night in a row he has to take the last bus home from the dance studio. With the showcase only a few weeks away, he uses every spare minute to practice for his performance. And today was no exception. He worked until the last second and now he has to rush to the bus stop.
Still a bit sweaty from practice, now even more from the running, he feels relief wash over him when he sees the bus coming around the corner. So he didn't miss it. Good. Jimin sighs. It would have been one hell of a walk back to his apartment.
“I should really stop working so long,” he groans while still trying to catch his breath.
And although not having to walk is a very good reason to be happy, it's not the only one. Every night he spots a lot of the same people on the bus and Jimin has to admit that one guy in particular keeps catching his eye. Always sitting in the same spot, leaning against the window with his headphones on. Black hair falling in his face, almost hiding his sharp, cat-like eyes.
When Jimin gets on the bus, said boy is looking up. He gives him a lopsided smirk and then goes back to staring out of the window. Somehow that simple smile makes Jimin’s heart race ten times faster and he has to collect himself before continuing down the aisle. The last thing he wants is to stumble over his own feet right in front of the guy. He sits in his usual spot a few rows behind the black-haired boy and tries not to stare too much in his direction. It’s harder than expected and Jimin attempts to distract himself by mentally running through his choreography for the showcase. But only a few stops later the other one gets up from his seat and the sudden movement snaps Jimin out of his thoughts again. Like a magnet his eyes are drawn to him and everything else immediately slips from his mind as he goes back to looking in his direction. Right before he gets off the bus he turns his head and meets Jimin's gaze. To be caught staring like that has his cheeks warming up, but he doesn’t even get the chance to look away before the corners of the black haired boy’s lips twitch up. And then he is gone.
***
It takes Jimin the whole way to his apartment to calm down again. He unlocks the door and as soon as he’s inside, although it’s already past midnight, he can hear his roommate and best friend, Taehyung, laughing in the living room.
“I’m home, Tae!” He heads for the kitchen and can make out shuffling in the other room. “Do we have something to eat? I’m starving.”
“There are some leftovers in the fridge. You can have them, I’m going out for lunch tomorrow with Kookie anyway.”
Grabbing the chinese take-out container and closing the refrigerator door, he finds Taehyung standing in the open doorway of the kitchen, eying him with a questioning look.
“What?”
“What happened?”
“Huh?”
“You usually look like a zombie when you come home from late-night practices. But today you’re glowing like Christmas came early. So, what's going on?” he asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.
For a short moment Jimin is utterly confused. He didn’t even realize that he had that exact expression on his face. But now that Taehyung mentioned it, he raises his hands to his face and tries to cover it, while he feels the redness creeping up his skin. Through his fingers he watches his roommate bend over and laugh at his antics.
Jimin sighs, deciding that there is no reason to hide something from his best friend anyway. “So, uhm… there is always this really cute guy on the bus I take...”
“Wait wait wait,” Tae immediately interrupts him with a raised hand. He dramatically pinches the bridge of his nose as he continues. “ Always ? So you're telling me that you’ve been riding the bus with a cute guy a few times already and I’m only hearing about it now ?!“ He stares at Jimin with an incredulous look.
“Taeeee!” Jimin winces. “Not the point! Are you gonna let me finish the story or…,” he drifts off, glancing at his roommate with big puppy eyes.
Taehyung rolls his eyes, but can’t seem to fight the smile spreading from the corners of his lips. “Fine fine, but you need to tell me everything now!”
“Soooo, he has these beautiful eyes… and his lips. Oh god. And I’m not sure… I mean… he… he caught me staring today,” he blushes even more just thinking about it, “but then he smiled at me when he got off the bus.”
Leaning against the kitchen counter, he doesn’t dare look up at Taehyung, hands still covering his face. A moment passes by where both of them stay quiet, until he can hear his best friend move in his direction and soon enough he feels a hand on his shoulder.
“My dearest Jimin. If he wasn’t creeped out by you staring at him, which I would have totally been,” Jimin hits his best friend for the side comment, but Taehyung just chuckles again and continues, "and even smiled at you, then go and make a move on him, for fuck's sake!"
Just thinking about his friends advice to flirt with the cute boy makes Jimin's heartbeat race and his cheeks burn even hotter. “But Tae!”
“No buts. I can see your crush from over a mile away. Do something! You might regret it if you let this chance go,” Taehyung states theatrically. “Besides, when your showcase is over, there's no need to take the last bus anymore, so you should get a grip. Or do you really want him to stay a stranger forever?” With this he squeezes his shoulder, gives him one of his reassuring boxy grins and moves to leave the kitchen. But not before looking back over his shoulder with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “I just want you to be happy, my child!”
“You know I’m older than you?”
“Whatever!” It’s the last thing Jimin hears before Taehyung returns to the living room and leaves him alone with his dinner.
***
Another few days go by and Jimin still hasn’t worked up the courage to do anything about his growing crush on this guy. It has become a kind of ritual for them to smile at each other when Jimin gets on the bus and then again when his stranger gets off. Always sitting in the same spots, always just a few rows apart.
This day isn’t any different. Jimin gets on the bus and the stranger, already in his usual seat with his headphones on, gives him his by now familiar lopsided smirk. But as soon as Jimin slides into his spot just a few rows behind him, he realizes that something is different. There is a small post-it note stuck to the back of the seat in front of him. Puzzled he just stares at it, not really taking in what is written on the little slip of paper. A few seconds pass until his curiosity finally gets the better of him and he reaches for it to read the scrawly handwriting.
“Hey there! I really like your pretty smile! – Yoongi”
Jimin's head snaps up, with wide eyes scanning the seats and already feeling the warmth creeping up his cheeks. He doesn't have to look very long for the writer, as he is met by an outrageously handsome smirk from the boy a few rows in front of him. But before he can even make his brain come up with a reply, the stranger turns back to the front and leaves Jimin staring at him in a state of utter confusion and bliss.
Not that he’s a complete stranger anymore.
Yoongi . His cute stranger’s name is Yoongi.
Jimin has to giggle while reading the message again, covering his mouth with his free hand so he doesn't get too loud. But Yoongi, a few rows in front of him, has already heard it and is staring at him again with a look of pure awe. The gaze makes Jimin stop his laughter and swallow hard, teeth biting down on his lower lip, which immediately snaps Yoongi out of his trance. Jimin can see a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he quickly averts his eyes with the smallest of smiles on his lips.
When he gets off this time Jimin gives him the biggest grin he can offer. He almost misses the way Yoongi’s eyes grow bigger before he smiles back, a little more timid than usual.
Almost .
***
Jimin slams the door to his flat open.
“Tae! Taaaaaae! Taetae!” he shouts as soon as he is inside, hastily taking off his shoes.
His roommate literally comes running with a towel around his hips, hair dripping water.
“Are you ok?! Did someone hur-” He stops mid-sentence, staring at Jimin, who is grinning so brightly, his eyes disappear. “I thought you were hurt with all your screaming, you idiot !” Taehyung huffs in annoyance and raises his towel threateningly. There is no real bite to his words, but Jimin can still see the concern in Taehyung's brown eyes.
“I’m sorry, Taetae,” Jimin apologizes and raises his hand to ruffle his best friend’s wet hair. “But something happened. Something good. And I’ll tell you as soon as you put that towel back on.” He gives him his best pout with the big puppy eyes, the one he knows nobody can resist.
Tae sighs, crossing his arms, but the corners of his lips are already tugging upward. “You want to explain why you turned into a banshee in the hallway or move to the couch? I still have some pizza left over for both of us.”
“Sounds like a plan. Go get dressed, I’ll get the food.”
A few minutes later they’re cuddled together on the couch. Happily munching on slices of pizza, Jimin recounts what happened earlier that day, showing off the little post-it he now carries in his wallet. He even dares to look a little smug while talking about the way Yoongi was obviously rattled.
Tae is beaming like a proud parent beside him. “Chimchim, my platonic love. This sounds like the beginning of a cheesy romantic comedy. " He wiggles his eyebrows. “Now the next step is to talk to him. You know, actually get to know him.”
At his best friend's words Jimin feels some of his giddiness dim and being replaced by a new worry. Jimin swallows hard. “But we never exchanged more than smiles and that little post-it. What if he just likes my looks?"
“Well then just be yourself and make him fall for everything else too.”
“You say that as if it's that easy."
“Because it is? Just believe in yourself. I know you’re an amazing person, and I’m pretty sure he’ll see that too.”
“Thanks Taetae. I really hope you’re right.”
“I am,” the younger one says, looking very sure of himself.
***
The next day Jimin feels confident, his performance for the showcase is coming together nicely and he’s still perfectly on schedule for everything. So yes, this is a great day.
Maybe he should just do something today. Like sit down beside Yoongi. Or at least closer to him. Perhaps he could just casually move to the seat in front of him and start talking. Would it be weird? And what should he even say? But they already flirted. Right? Or Jimin is imagining things and the other man was just being nice? Would anyone write a cute little post-it note to somebody, only to be nice?
But still he’s torn. On the one hand he really wants to try talking with Yoongi. His curiosity to find out if his voice matches the handsome face growing by the minute. On the other hand another note would be amazing. This time he settles for the latter and waits impatiently for the bus to arrive, so he can finally see his crush. And damn, this crush is getting bigger and bigger with each passing day.
While being stuck in his own head and shifting nervously from one foot to the other the bus arrives. Full of determination he enters the bus and is ready to greet Yoongi with his brilliant winning smile. Only to falter a little in his step, mouth popping open and eyes growing big. He most certainly didn’t expect Yoongi to change his black mop of hair to an almost pastel mint colour in the course of a single day. No, definitely not. He can feel the shock written all over his own face and his mouth going dry. Not because he doesn’t like the colour on him. Jimin just didn’t think he could get even more breathtaking.
Catching Yoongi's worried face, he comes back to his senses and instantly beams at the now mint-haired boy, bunching up his cheeks, eyes forming little crescents. There's slight relieve washing over Yoongi's face and he immediately reciprocates Jimin's smile. But this isn't just the usual lopsided one. It is full-blown, all teeth and gums showing, and it makes Jimin's heart stutter for the second time in mere minutes. This, he is sure, is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and yes, today is most certainly a great day.
Almost as if in a daze he slides into his usual place and reaches for the post-it waiting for him.
“ Your giggling is the best song I've ever heard"
His cute stranger really has a way with words, rendering him a blushing mess again . And Jimin loves every moment of it, enjoys the attention he gets from the handsome boy.
Underneath the message is a second post-it and he carefully pulls off the first one.
“ do you like my new hair colour?”
He looks up, smile still plastered on his face, to the already waiting boy and nods vigorously, a small “I do” leaving his lips. Yoongi's eyes grow a little bigger, wetting his lips with a swift motion of his tongue, but quickly composes himself and turns back around.
This time when he gets off at his stop he gives Jimin a wink on top of his signature smirk, making Jimin go through every shade of red. A feeling he is starting to get very familiar with.
***
On his way home from his designated bus stop, he is still thinking about Yoongi with his new hair color. He's going to miss the black, but the mint makes him look even hotter. Jimin flushes brightly at the thought alone. How can he possibly talk to him now that he looks like that . Maybe Tae has some good advice for him, since he got together with Jungkook not that long ago.
When he turns the key in the lock, he can already make out muffled voices from the inside. So it doesn’t come as a surprise to see his roommate laughing with his boyfriend, while unpacking boxes from his favourite Korean take-out in the kitchen.
The clicking of the door has Tae looking up and the second their eyes meet, he greets Jimin with his beautiful boxy grin. Next to him, Jungkook gives him a small wave of his own and a cute bunny smile.
“Chimchim, right on time! We got your favourite,” Taehyung chimes, sliding one of the containers in Jimin's general direction, while the latter finishes taking off his shoes.
“Thanks, guys! You're the best. And actually I got news," he sing-songs and wiggles his eyebrows. This instantly gets his roommate’s attention and his face lights up even more, while Jungkook only looks confused.
“Did you finally talk to bus cutie? Do you have a date with him? Did you make out? When's the wedding?” It's like a cannonfire of questions out of his best friend’s mouth, some more serious than others and Jimin can feel his expression changing just as quickly as they come. By the time Jungkook takes pity on him and covers Taehyung’s mouth with his hand, Jimin’s face is glowing beet red.
The youngest sighs deeply. “Baby, let him talk.”
Jimin looks at him in silent thank you. Jungkook nods with a small smile and lets his hand fall away from his boyfriend’s mouth. Taehyung is pouting, but he also doesn't start to speak again, waiting for him to elaborate. Buying himself some time, Jimin grabs the take-out box and signals them with a tilt of his head to sit down in the living room.
Once seated, box in one hand, chopsticks in the other, Jimin begins to talk.
“Yes, it is about cute bus guy.” He raises a finger in Taehyung’s direction, who looks like he’s ready to speak up again. “No, I haven't talked to him yet. But, listen , I was speechless when I saw him today, okay. His hair is fucking mint.” Gulping down another bite of his chicken, he can’t help but let his eyes drift off, thinking of Yoongi. “He looks like a damn vision with mint hair.”
“You know exactly what I’m going to tell you now, Chim,” Taehyung starts, emphasizing his words with an excessive swing of his chopsticks and splashing kimchi everywhere. He doesn’t seem to care much about the mess. “Talk. To. Him. And. Ask. Him. Out. I feel like I’ve said that before.”
Jimin rolls his eyes, busying himself with getting a kitchen towel to get rid of the orange splattering. “I know, I know. Don't need to tell me everything again. I just felt like it was my duty as your best friend to let you know, that he’s even hotter now.”
There's a snort coming from Jungkook and while his roommate boxes the boy on the shoulder, Jimin just ignores them and continues. “Also I was hoping you had some better ideas than that, seeing as you are so disgustingly in love.”
This time it's Jungkook speaking up. “Well actually, it's just as Tae said. He just came to me and told me ‘You’re hot, let's go on a date.’ That's how it all started.”
“You left out the part where you spat out the water you had in your mouth and still tried to look cool. You were so flust-” The younger one doesn't even let him finish the sentence and just kisses him flat on the mouth to make him shut up.
Jimin sighs exasperatedly and tries to get them back on track with an over-exaggerated cough. But seeing as they are all over each other and seem to have forgotten that he is still there, he just gives up and decides that he will have to deal with his love life, or lack thereof, on his own.
***
As the showcase is nearing, Hoseok, one of his seniors, stays behind with him to help with final changes to his choreography. They wanted to go through it again to see if the arrangement some guy from music department composed for him needs some final adjustments. But for about 15 minutes now his friend is standing outside in the hallway talking to said guy and Jimin is getting bored after the fifth repetition of his choreography.
He decides to drag Hoseok back into the studio so they can continue, because he really doesn't want to be late for his bus and the cute face that goes along with it.
Quickly turning off the music, he’s already calling for Hoseok when he pulls open the door to the hallway. “Hobi we really need to get going, I really don’t want to be late for…”
But the sentence gets stuck in his throat as he steps out and is greeted by a very familiar face. Yoongi. Looking equally stunned.
“...the bus.” he concludes with a small voice.
Hoseok, clearly having no idea what is happening, just stands there looking from one to the other with a confused face.
Yoongi is the first one to compose himself and answers with a quiet “yeah, me neither." There’s a timid smile tugging at his lips, pink faintly dusting the top of his ears. And, oh god, his voice . Jimin has had some time to imagine what it would sound like, but nothing prepared him for this . Rough and pleasant at the same time and incredibly deep. It sends shivers down his spine and makes him redden furiously, which apparently happens a lot when he's in Yoongi's proximity.
All of a sudden there's a loud gasp and Jimin nearly jumps out of his skin. He has totally forgotten that Hoseok was still standing between them. But he doesn't look confused anymore. He's beaming instead, pointing a finger in Jimin's direction. “You are the cute bus guy! Am I right, Yoongs?”
And suddenly Yoongi is blushing even harder, eyes huge and mouth popped open, looking a bit like a startled kitten. He smacks Hoseok on his arm while scrunching his nose and muttering a quiet “shut up”.
It takes Jimin several moments to realize what is happening and although he didn't think it was possible, he feels his cheeks heating up even more.
There’s a long moment of silence before Hoseok chimes back up.
“Anygay! This here…,” he tilts his head in his direction, “...is Jimin, he's the guy who's using your music for his showcase. But I guess you've seen him before,” he adds, while wiggling his eyebrows.
Not waiting for an answer, he turns around to completely face Jimin. “Yoongi is here to see where we can fine tune the music according to your choreography. So hop hop back inside and let's get started.”
Hoseok is pushing Jimin back into the practice room, not wasting a second glance in Yoongi's direction. Who is still standing a little awestruck in the hallway.
“Are you coming or do I need to carry you inside, Yoongs?” Hoseok says in his direction, whilst already bending down to the laptop to get the music started. Jimin can see the mint-haired boy finally snapping out of his daze and following them.
“Can you go through it completely once and then we point out the parts that need a bit of tweaking?”
This time around it's him who needs to focus again. “Huh? Oh yeah! Sounds good.”
He walks to the center of the room, taking a deep breath before getting into his starting pose, giving Hoseok a short nod.
The music starts and Jimin is immediately immersed by the beautiful melody. He lets the sound flow through his body and starts to move. Painting intricate patterns with his body, feeling every little note and beat. As if floating through the air he moves like he is one with the music. Successions of tensing and letting go, stretching, reaching. With the music slowly getting to its climax and with it the most complex part of the dance. Jimin is rising into the air and it's as if time is standing perfectly still. You can't even hear his landing as it immediately follows into another turn and his end pose.
Standing still in the position he finished, breathing heavily, he gets a glimpse of Yoongi in the mirror. Sitting in the corner, he’s looking at him, mouth agape and eyes blown wide in astonishment. He can hear Hoseok snorting from the soundstation, snapping both of them out of their trance.
“Good. So, first impressions?” Hoseok prompts, one eyebrow raised and arms crossed over his chest, trying to get them to focus again.
Yoongi clears his throat and starts talking, voice even deeper than before. “In the first part I will bring the violins more to the foreground, they will harmonize better with the flowing moves. And I’ll also look into the progression from the climax to the end part, I have something in mind, which could accentuate the freezing in the air thing even more.”
“And here I thought we would have to go through it another ten times till you can finally pay attention to the music and not only the one dancing. But I guess you are a music major after all.” Hoseok is smirking evilly at Yoongi, who is giving him a death glare from where he's seated on the floor. But Jimin has to admit that he's also a bit impressed by the older boy’s perception.
***
After going through various parts again and being completely immersed in picking apart choreography and music, Jimin takes a glance at the clock.
“Fuck,” he splutters. It was already quite late and he would have to hurry to get to the last bus home on time. Hoseok catches on and replies with a questioning look of his own.
“My last bus leaves soon, I have to get going,” he elaborates, giving Yoongi a brief side glance.
“Of course you do!” Hoseok agrees with a brilliant heart-shaped smile plastered on his face.
He tries his best to ignore Hoseok and gathers some confidence, looking in Yoongi's direction. “You want to, maybe, go together?”
“Of course he wants to!” Hoseok shouts unnecessary loud. “We are done here anyway. Do you need anything else Yoongs?” He makes a theatrical pause. “Maybe Jimin's number?”
The mint haired boy whips his head in his direction, the tips of his ears bright red. But his friend just winks at him and continues as if nothing happened.
“Otherwise just hit me up when you're done with the changes. Good? Good.” Not even waiting for an answer he shoves the two boys, who already finished packing up their stuff, out of the studio, through the hallway and out the front door, slamming it closed behind them. And Jimin swears he heard him mumble something about “young love”. He pushes the thought aside, not wanting to dwell on it now, but he will confront him tomorrow.
Standing there, a little awkward, Jimin glances in Yoongi's direction. The latter having one hand in his pocket and scratching the back of his neck with the other. He stares down the road where the bus stop is located, a faint red colour dusting the top of his ears again.
“Shall we?” he hears Yoongi mutter roughly and all Jimin can do is nod in agreement, suddenly void of any words.
They set off side by side, walking in silence. It's kind of tense, both of them obviously wanting to say something, anything, but not really knowing where to start. But Jimin is not willing to let this opportunity pass, taking a deep breath, gathering all of his confidence.
“Soooo… you’re a music major?” As soon as the words leave his mouth, he wants to slap himself, wincing at his own stupidity.
Yoongi just chuckles softly. “Yeah. Been working late in the studios on campus for the last weeks for my final project. I guess the same thing goes for you?” He adds the last sentence with the already familiar lopsided smirk.
“Mhm," the younger one hums in agreement. That also explains why Yoongi was on the bus before him as the stop closest to the university studios was one ahead of his. But there's something else he realises. “I hope I don't keep you away from your work?” he asks fearfully.
Yoongi just waves him off with one hand. “Nah, I’m almost finished and a bit of distraction is good to get my head back on track. Also…,” he drifts off, making Jimin turn his head to look at him. Noticing with a start that the boy is blushing furiously. “I... really enjoyed seeing you dance to my music.” It’s barely a whisper.
Now it’s again his turn to flush brightly, but Yoongi isn’t done speaking. “Didn't know someone could take my music and transform all the feelings I put in there into dance. I mean, I've seen Seok dance and I know he's incredible. But you, you’re different. The melody and your movements, it's like everything compliments each other and becomes one.” He suddenly snaps his mouth shut. Scrunching his nose adorably, hand again at the back of his neck. “Ah, sorry. I’m rambling.”
Jimin, looking at Yoongi in awe, swallows hard before speaking again. “Don't be. That was beautiful. Thank you. And actually it's all because of you. Hoseok showed me your piece. He thought I could maybe use it and I immediately fell in love.”
Only a few heartbeats later his brain registers what he just said, eyes growing huge in realisation. “With the music! I mean.”
Yoongi laughs, but doesn't push him further.
They walk a few minutes in a comfortable silence, before they finally arrive at the bus stop, good on time.
“I never actually thanked you for all the notes, they were really cute,” Jimin begins again, smile so big his eyes are forming crescents.
Yoongi turns his head to look at him, hand raising again to scratch his neck, in what seems to be a nervous habit.
“Well, to be honest, I was just too shy to talk to you directly.” At this he chuckles a bit, making his whole upper body shake. Jimin, already smitten with the adorable boy beside him, has to stop himself from cooing.
“But still, they legitimately made my days brighter and I was really looking forward to them,” he insists, lips pulled into a pout.
Yoongi's eyes, never leaving Jimin's face, soften at this.
“Then I’m glad I put them there,” he says, looking to the floor shyly, but the corners of his mouth are tugging up nonetheless. “I actually have one written since I put the first one there, but I think I should add more for today.”
With his curiosity growing, Jimin gives Yoongi a questioning look, cocking his head to the side and watching as the mint haired boy rummages in his bag. He makes a pleased sound when he finds what he’s looking for, pulling out a yellow post-it pad and a pen. Holding the cap with his teeth, while quickly scribbling down on it. He closes the lid right on time for the bus to come around the corner.
“You need to let me go first, so I can put the notes on your seat,” the older boy concludes with a serious look.
“So I can't sit next to you?” Jimin pouts.
“Aww don't pout, Jiminie. Of course you can. But bear with me for one last time. Please.” He drags the last word and counters with a pout of his own. Jimin’s heart stutters a few beats when he hears the endearing nickname. And looking at Yoongi’s expression, he knows he could never deny him anything. Jimin sighs and rolls his eyes in playful exasperation, barely hiding his grin.
When the bus arrives, Yoongi quickly hops on and scurries down the aisle to put the notes in place. He gives Jimin a wink when he meets him halfway back to the front to his usual spot. Giddy as a child before Christmas, he shuffles to the back, making a spectacle of sitting down and taking the paper slips. Yoongi watches him closely the whole time, rolling his eyes just as exaggeratedly. Jimin raises one eyebrow in Yoongi’s direction, but the mint haired boy just shoots him a smile and a nod of his head to finally start reading. He doesn’t need to be told twice. There are three notes and Jimin starts reading, suddenly nervous.
“when you dance it's like time stands still”
The words fill his heart to the brim and he looks at the page adoringly, tracing the ink with his finger.
He carefully pulls the first paper off.
“If you want you can call me anytime XXX-XXXX"
Jimin has to giggle excitedly while staring at what seems to be Yoongi's phone number. Yes, he will most definitely call him. But there is still one note left and his hands are getting clammy. Swallowing hard as he hesitantly pulls the second one of the yellow notes off.
“And maybe go on a date with me?”
His eyes snap up from the little paper in his hand to the boy looking at him, biting his lip anxiously. A trace of worry clearly visible in his eyes. Jimin snaps his mouth shut, which was hanging open as the written words register. There's a brief moment of silence where they just look at each other.
As Jimin's brain finally begins to work again, he wets his lips, a timid smile spreading on his face. “Yes, I would like to go on a date with you.” And this finally breaks the spell. Yoongi gives him the brightest gummy smile Jimin has ever seen from him and Jimin thinks to himself that he could get used to being the cause of it.
***
5 months later
Jimin is standing in front of his pinboard adding the latest one of the small yellow notes to his already overflowing collection. He hears shuffling behind him and as he looks over his shoulder there's a familiar mint-haired boy leaning in the doorway.
“I can't believe you keep all of them,” he chuckles lightly.
“Of course I do, they're my most prized possession,” the younger one announces proudly.
Yoongi scrunches up his nose in mock disgust. “Oh god, that’s so cheesy.”
“Please,” Jimin counters with a raised eyebrow, “don't act like you didn't just leave me one on my nightstand this morning.”
As soon as the words leave his lips Yoongi's expression melts into one of pure adoration. “Sure did,” his boyfriend responds with a cocky glint in his eyes, puffing out his chest. And Jimin can't help the bright grin starting to spread on his own face.
He quickly closes the distance between them and places a little peck on Yoongi's cheek. But as he tries to pull away again, he feels a big hand on the small of his back, holding him close.
“Is this all I get for being the best boyfriend in the world?” Yoongi whispers so close to him, he can feel his breath fanning over his lips.
Jimin feels his cheeks growing hot and and gives Yoongi's shoulder a small jab. But the older boy only giggles at his ministrations.
“You are the worst,” he murmurs before pressing their lips together, feeling Yoongi snicker into their kiss.
All too soon they break apart, foreheads still touching. It's Jimin who composes himself first. “We should get going. I bet the guys are already waiting for us,” he breathes into the space between them.
As if waiting for his cue, they can hear Taehyung shout from the hallway. “Yes we are!! Get your disgusting asses over here or we’ll leave without you!”
Yoongi and Jimin look at each other startled and begin to laugh at the exact same moment. The younger bending over into his boyfriends space, wiping away tears that gather in the corners of his eyes. He calls back a quick “Coming” in the general direction of their friends, followed by a scandalized “IUH" from his best friend and a chuckle, most likely from Jungkook. Finally composed again, they take a step apart.
Yoongi, scratching the back of his neck with one hand, he holds out the other one for Jimin to take and watches him fondly. “Shall we?” he asks in his raspy voice, which still has his knees going weak, even after all the time they spent together. All he can do is place his hand in Yoongi’s bigger one and nod, a small blush still dusting his cheeks.
He turns around one last time to flip off the light switch and can't help but look back at his pinboard. An affectionate smile spreads on his face at the sight of the small yellow notes full of love from his boyfriend, who is holding his hand and also his heart.