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The first time he meets Jimin, Yoongi knows it isn't love at first sight. In fact, it’s more lust at first sight that gradually becomes annoyance at first sight. Lust, with a dash of ‘for the love of god can you please stop talking’’ thrown in.

Another student sits next to him in lecture, plopping down into the open seat like he owns it. Yoongi glances up from his notebook, shifting his eyes to the sudden noise next to him before he moves his focus back to the lyrics that, no matter how hard he tries, don’t seem to come.

There is still another thirty minutes before class is set to start and Yoongi can think of at least twelve things he would rather be doing than having to suffer in some second year economics course. Technically, it’s his own fault. He should have just taken the course when he was a sophomore like everyone else did, but apparently sophomore Yoongi wanted nothing more than to make his future self suffer.

“I’m Jimin.” A soft, kind of high voice pulls Yoongi’s attention from the empty page he was trying to burn a hole in with his eyes.

The person next to him is well… gorgeous. Gorgeous enough that it has Yoongi questioning why the man is even wasting his time talking to him.

“Uh…” Yoongi trails off because he still doesn’t understand what’s going on. “Yoongi. I-- My name is Yoongi.”

Jimin hums, turning his head to Yoongi and resting it on his hand. “Hi Yoongi. Do you always frown this much?”

That throws Yoongi through a bit of a loop. He’s not used to someone being so blunt, especially with him. He has never looked the most approachable. It’s something he’s accepted about himself and didn’t try very hard to change. He couldn’t help that his resting face wasn’t the most friendly and he wouldn’t apologize for it.

“I’m not frowning,” Yoongi replies, turning away from Jimin and back to his paper. For someone who is good at reading social cues, the conversation would end here. Jimin obviously isn’t someone who is good at reading the room-- or he just doesn’t care enough to.

“Now you’re pouting which… kind of goes against your whole vibe,” Jimin says, still resting his head on his hand and looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi opens his mouth to fight back, because he can pout if he wants to thank you very much, aesthetic be damned but Jimin shuts him up with one sentence.

“It’s really cute though. You’re really cute.”

Yoongi doesn’t blush at that. His cheeks are only red because it’s unnecessarily warm in the lecture hall and not because a beautiful man with chubby cheeks but a hard jawline calls him cute. Absolutely not because of that.

Jimin’s laughing next to him, looking a bit too pleased with himself. Yoongi huffs at him and Jimin sobers up, but he still smiles. The upturn of his lips is beautiful, even if it’s attached to someone Yoongi knows will grate his nerves for the rest of the year.

Their teacher comes into the hall, pulling Jimin’s attention from him and to the board. Jimin takes to passing him small notes while the lecture drones on like they are in elementary school. Most of them are just small drawings of cats or their teacher in a skirt, they are absolutely terrible but no matter how hard Yoongi tries not to smile,  he fails miserably.

When class is over, Jimin hands him one last note. He doesn’t wait for Yoongi to open it, disappearing in the sea of students flowing out into the hallway. Yoongi unfolds the paper and his breath catches in his throat, a smile spreading across his face.

It’s just a picture of him, albeit a terrible one with kitten ears drawn on his black hair and what he assumes is Jimin’s phone number scrawled across the bottom of it.

Yoongi pulls out his small black song journal, suddenly inspired.

Crescent moons for eyes, his eyes smile when he smiles.

He should have known that Jimin’s smile would be the thing that would plague his dreams the most when he no longer got to see it everyday.

--

It only takes a month for Jimin to ask him on a date, which Yoongi thinks shouldn’t really be surprising.

Jimin is… something special. He’s completely unashamed to be himself, a confidence to him that Yoongi only wishes he could match. Jimin is someone that knows what he wants and goes after it, even if there is a possibility it will end up in flames.

“You should go on a date with me,” Jimin says out of the blue and it causes Yoongi to choke on his coffee. They are the only two in the library, everyone else already clearing out to enjoy the rest of their night. Unfortunately for both, Yoongi and Jimin, their economics teacher is one of those that firmly believes in the students teaching themselves.

Jimin giggles at Yoongi as he takes deep breaths, trying to recover from nearly spitting out black coffee across the wooden table.

“What?” Yoongi asks after he’s finally collected himself.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “A date. You and me. We should go on one.”

“I-- You’re gay?” Yoongi asks, tilting his head. Jimin laughs at him, a bit too loudly for a quiet library.

“Seriously?” Jimin sobers up when Yoongi doesn’t answer right away. “Wait-- Yoongi are you serious? I’ve only been hitting on you every day since I first met you. I bought you coffee the past three study sessions… I even call them study dates.”

Yoongi flushes. “That doesn’t mean anything,” he mumbles under his breath but… Jimin isn’t wrong either. Jimin has been flirting with him, but in Yoongi’s defense, he just thought that’s how Jimin was.

“Wait… are you?” Jimin asks suddenly, eyes widening in panic. “Oh god, I didn’t even ask you and I’ve just been hitting on you. Is-- Is that why you always look so uncomfortable? I’m sorry. I can stop, how about we just pretend this didn’t happen?”

Jimin, for the first time sounds completely unsure of himself. Yoongi doesn’t like it very much.

“I am gay,” Yoongi says slowly, not wanting Jimin to spiral any further. “I’m not uncomfortable either… you don’t make me uncomfortable, but you do make me flustered.”

Jimin blinks at him, his lips slowly breaking into what’s becoming Yoongi’s favorite smile.

“I make you flustered? Aw, Yoongi do you have a crush on me?” Jimin teases, leaning forward in his seat.

Yoongi scoffs, turning his face so Jimin doesn’t catch sight of his reddening cheeks.

“You literally just asked me out, and you're going to make fun of me for having a crush on you?”

Jimin giggles. “I’m not making fun of you. I just think it’s cute is all. So… is that a yes? To the date?”

Yoongi looks up, ready to tell Jimin no just on principle, but his words die in his throat when he looks at the younger boy. Jimin is looking at him like he’s something precious, his eyes completely soft. The flush that was already working it’s way up Yoongi’s face now worsens and he doesn’t want to say no to the date, even as a joke. He wants to get to know Jimin more, wants to know everything there is to know about him.

“It’s a yes,” Yoongi breathes out, heart jumping when Jimin gives him a soft smile, one that Yoongi has never seen before.

Jimin jumps up from his seat, stuffing his stray papers into his bag. “Well, come on then! The nights still young!”

“Wait— you want to go now?” Yoongi asks, tilting his head. Jimin beams at him, a small dimple showing.

“Why not?” Jimin answers. “I’ve been waiting to take you on a date for a whole month now. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Yoongi hesitates. They have class tomorrow and usually he would be heading back home to get a full night sleep in. He doesn’t like straying from schedule too much… but… Jimin is looking at him with a soft expression.

There is nothing expectant on Jimin’s face. Yoongi knows without a doubt that if he asked to reschedule the date, Jimin would agree without an ounce of hesitation.

The thing is, Yoongi’s entire life he’s lived inside of a box. He’s never strayed too far from the status quo. It’s safer that way. You can’t lose control if you are constantly one step ahead of the game… but as he looks at Jimin, he doesn’t want to stay in a box. He doesn’t want to be too afraid to take a chance and miss out on something that could be wonderful.

For the first time, Yoongi wants to live.

Live in the moment and not be constricted by his own anxieties.

He haphazardly shoves everything into his backpack and takes Jimin’s hand. The way the younger looks in the dim lighting of the library is breathtaking. It has Yoongi feeling a sense of contentment he’s not very familiar with.

Jimin pulls him out into the the courtyard, not letting go of his hand. Jimin intertwines their fingers and pulls him in the direction of a small coffee shop that stays open twenty four hours.

It’s cold outside, the bitter winter air wrapping around them like a blanket. Yoongi can’t help but feel warm though, the weight of Jimin’s hand in his enough to make him feel as if he’s melting.

Jimin orders them two hot chocolates, paying only after a bit of protest from Yoongi. The younger just hushes him, insisting that he can pay on their next date. While Yoongi is busy flushing at the connotation of this becoming a regular occurrence, Jimin pulls out his card to pay for their drinks.

Yoongi is under the impression that they will have a nice, warm date in the coffee shop, but those thoughts are immediately abandoned when Jimin pulls him back outside.

“Where are we going?” Yoongi asks, looking longingly back at the warmth of the coffee shop.

Jimin rolls his eyes, tightening his hold on Yoongi’s hand. “Wanna take you somewhere special.”

Yoongi hides his smile behind his drink, following Jimin in relative silence. Jimin doesn’t seem to keen on having conversation either, letting the beauty of the quiet night envelop them.

Jimin pulls him towards a random back hill. Vaguely, Yoongi worries that the younger might be taking him to his death but for some reason, he isn’t the least bit scared. Yoongi lets himself get pulled up the grassy mound until they are at the very peak.

Jimin sits on the grass, patting the spot next to him. Yoongi looks down at his jeans for a split second, but follows suit anyways — Jimin’s smile is much more important than a replaceable piece of clothing.

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a while, both of them just sipping their drinks and admiring the scene around them. From this position, the moon is stunning. It looks clear, a bit larger in the dark sky. Yoongi feels… at peace.

“I come up here when life is overwhelming,” Jimin says quietly, eyes not straying from the half crescent moon — Yoongi thinks it has nothing on Jimin’s eye smile.

Yoongi hums. He can understand why Jimin comes up here when life seems like too much to bear. It makes the world seem so much smaller. Like everything that matters is only what’s around you. The cold air nipping at their cheeks and the damp grass below them being the only things tying them to reality.

“Are you overwhelmed right now?” Yoongi asks, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

Yoongi turns to look at Jimin to find the younger already staring at him. Warm brown eyes are swimming with something Yoongi doesn’t understand.

“I’m not,” Jimin says, voice hardly above a whisper. “You don’t make me overwhelmed… you actually— I don’t know, make me feel at peace? I know we just met, but I think there’s just something about you.”

Yoongi shifts, wanting to get closer. Jimin lets him as he raises an arm, beckoning Yoongi to get under it, which Yoongi does. He pushes his head closer, resting it on Jimin’s shoulder as he curls his cup closer to his chest. Jimin runs a hand down Yoongi’s shoulder, letting the silence envelop them once again.

“It’s weird right? I feel the same way,” Yoongi says quietly. “I don’t know what it is yet.”

“Do you want to get to know it? The feeling we share?” Jimin asks him. He can feel the younger shift under him slightly, making Yoongi fall deeper into his embrace.

Yoongi turns in his arms, raising a hand to make Jimin look at him. Jimin’s face turns easily enough, brown eyes settling on Yoongi’s own.  Jimin looks beautiful under the glow of the moon, the illumination bouncing off his soft features.

The air around them grows thicker the closer their faces are, but neither of them try to move away.

“I do,” Yoongi breathes.

He doesn’t know who leans in first. All he knows is that he feels Jimin’s soft lips on his own, and it's like he’s finally taking a breath of air after drowning.

It’s everything he never thought he would feel.

Jimin pulls back, laughing lowly against Yoongi’s lips as Yoongi stares at him in a daze. Jimin raises his hand, running a delicate finger across Yoongi’s cheek.

“I’m glad I get to know you, Min Yoongi,” Jimin whispers gently, pressing another kiss against his lips.

—

Jimin, Yoongi finds, is a lot like the sun.

He’s so bright. He lights up even the ugliest of days with just his smile. Yoongi feels like when he’s around Jimin, he doesn’t feel as cold.

It’s almost seamless, the way they transition from friends to something more.

Their study dates, turn into ‘Jimin, if you get this question right, I’ll give you a kiss’ which turns into Yoongi on his back while Jimin kisses down his neck. Their shared class turns into Jimin sleeping over at his apartment so he can walk Yoongi to class, stopping at their favorite coffee shop on the way. Their first date on the hilltop, turns into countless dates, all of them making Yoongi fall just a bit more.

Jimin turns in his arms, pinching his cheek. “What’s got you thinking so hard?”

“Nothing baby,” Yoongi promises. Jimin doesn’t seem to convinced, but doesn’t push any further.

Jimin turns back to the television. He’s focused on the drama they began hate watching for the fun of it. They do this a lot.

Simply exist together.

It’s easy. Yoongi doesn’t feel the need to pretend around Jimin. The younger accepts him for who he is, and never pushes him too far past his own comfort zone.

Jimin laughs loudly at whatever the lead actor says to his love interest. Yoongi can feel the small upturn of his own lips as Jimin turns to giggle in his neck.

“God this is such terrible acting,” Jimin says, still breathless from his own giggling.

“Like you could do any better,” Yoongi teases. Jimin pulls back, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh please, I was born to be a star! I could totally act if I wanted to!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yoongi relents, not really caring to bicker with his boyfriend. “Speaking of, have you heard anything from any agencies?”

“No,” Jimin says in between a yawn, settling back down into Yoongi’s arms. Jimin curls up against his chest, practically purring when Yoongi stars playing with his hair.

“Someone will call,” Yoongi reassures. “Your voice is too beautiful not to sing.”

Jimin hums, planting a small kiss on Yoongi’s chest. “Has anyone bought a demo of yours?”

“Nah, but that’s okay.” Yoongi places a kiss to Jimin’s hair. “Maybe one day we can just become a duo? You would have to be the face of the operation though. Your gorgeous face would get us so many deals.”

“You’re so sweet to me, you know? Sweet like sugar. I just wanna eat you up,” Jimin mumbles into his chest. “Wanna write a song for you one day.”

Yoongi knows Jimin is falling asleep, can tell by how the words slur together slightly. Jimin also always tends to get a bit sappy right before sleep takes him.

Looking down at a now sleeping Jimin, Yoongi feels content. He feels happy. A warmness that always seems to appear whenever Jimin is near him, spread through him.

If only he knew that once Jimin left, he would take all the warmth with him, leaving Yoongi with nothing but the cold.

—

Yoongi’s entire life, he thought finding someone to love him would mean he could finally find the happiness he so desperately wanted. He thought someone falling in love with him would suddenly fix him, would quell the darkness that sought to destroy him with his own mind.

It doesn’t.

He still has his bad days.

Like the one he’s having now. Gasping for air in his small bedroom, gripping the sheets as he squeezes his eyes shut. He begs his brain to rest. His lungs are constricting painfully as he struggles to focus on his breathing.

It’s a panic attack, he’s had plenty of them by now, and knows that he needs to get a grip on himself. Needs to find something to anchor him in reality so he can breathe again. His mind wanders to Jimin.

Jimin who has been nothing but kind to him. All soft smiles and kind eyes.

It’s been four months since their first date, back on the hilltop where Yoongi found himself wondering what it would be like to fall in love with him. Wondering if it would fix him, help find the happiness he was so desperately chasing. When Yoongi thinks back on that, he knows without a shred of doubt that on that day, he knew he was going to fall in love with Jimin. He was going to fall in love with how he looked as the moonlight danced across his features. He was going to fall in love with the way Jimin made him feel like he could breathe, after being suffocated his entire life.

It was inevitable.

Yoongi is reaching out for his phone before he can second guess himself, pressing call from his most recent text message. Jimin answers after the first ring, his beautiful voice drifting into Yoongi’s ears. It helps him breathe a little bit better.

“Hi Yoongi hyung! I was just about to call you!” Jimin practically sings into the phone. He sounds so happy, that Yoongi hates what he’s about to do to him.

“Jimin— Jimin can you… can you please— just—” Yoongi tries to find himself. The words get jumbled in his head. It’s hard to concentrate.

“Yoongi?” Jimin asks, his voice is a lot tighter when he says it. He sounds worried and Yoongi wishes he wasn’t the one causing the distress, wishes he could be normal.

“Come over— please,” Yoongi manages to breathe out. Jimin tells him he’s on his way, but refuses to hang up the phone.

Jimin must figure out what’s going on, because he tells Yoongi to just listen to his voice as he rattles on about his day. Yoongi is grateful for him, as he buries himself deeper into his comforter, letting the black blanket around him almost swallow him whole.

“I didn’t even think it was possible to get any worse at dancing, but let me tell you, Youngjae almost snapped his neck trying to pirouette. I had to cut the entire practice short so he could go ice his head,” Jimin huffs into the phone. Yoongi finds himself grimacing. He wants to smile — internally he is, but the action doesn’t come easy.

“Yeah?” Yoongi breathes into the phone. It’s the most he can manage, just short one worded answers to let Jimin know he’s still listening. Jimin doesn’t seem to mind— or at least he doesn’t comment on the lack of response.

“Yeah! It’s so frustrating but I know he’s trying. I won’t give up on him,” Jimin continues. “I’m here hyung. I’m coming up.”

“‘Kay,” Yoongi mumbles into the phone. He had left the door unlocked the night before, which, Jimin will absolutely lecture him about later.

He can hear Jimin shuffling around on the other side of the line, walking up the stairs to get to Yoongi’s small apartment. Yoongi closes his eyes, his heart finding a resemblance of peace when he hears his front door open.

Jimin pulls back the covers slightly, slipping in next to Yoongi, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s slender waist. Yoongi follows him easily, body moving on its own violation. He rests his head on Jimin’s chest, eyes feeling heavy as Jimin runs a comforting hand up and down his back.

“It’s okay hyung, you can breathe now,” Jimin whispers into his hair. “I’m here yeah? I promise. I’ll always be here.”

It’s the last thing Yoongi hears before the darkness overtakes him.

Promise.

—

That’s the thing about the movies. They never tell you how hard it is to love someone.

The fights start off small.

Nothing more than Jimin getting upset when Yoongi doesn’t leave his studio to get a proper night’s sleep. Or, Yoongi snapping at Jimin when the younger skips out on their date for an extra late night practice.

They are both chasing their own dreams, but Yoongi can feel them falling apart. It doesn’t feel like they are going towards the same end goal, but instead on paths that stray further away from each other.

Yoongi knows Jimin loves him. He’s never doubted that but… his depression does. The part of his mind that can’t think rationally starts spiraling.

Depression isn’t something beautiful. It’s hard. It makes you second guess everything in your life. It twists your most cherished memories and taints them with a feeling of uncertainty.

Depression also doesn’t just go away. Yoongi doesn’t wake up one morning, in love and cured from his mental illness. As much as Yoongi so desperately wishes it would have.

The fights become bigger.

It becomes them yelling at each other. Throwing words at each other meant to cause harm. Words that neither of them can take back.

It becomes Jimin not coming home after practice, choosing to stay at his friend Taehyung’s house.

It becomes Yoongi holing up in his studio for as long as he can. Only eating when his new found friend Namjoon, another aspiring producer, comes in and forces him to.

It becomes them turning into strangers.

Love is a fickle beast. Yoongi isn’t new to that.

When he saw his mother weeping over his father on the kitchen table at two in the morning, he should have known. Should have known that even when you love someone, it isn’t always enough. They met when they were too young to understand how to love each other the right way. Just a couple of teenagers with stars in their eyes and the world at their fingertips, they had felt invincible. Jimin made Yoongi happy even when it seemed like the feeling was nothing but a distant memory. He was Yoongi’s only light in what felt like never ending darkness.

Yoongi shouldn’t be surprised when one day he comes home, and Jimin’s stuff is gone.

He should be prepared for the gaping hole that seems to be ripped out of his chest when he finds the note on their— his bed. He isn’t though.

His heart breaks as he picks up Jimin’s goodbye, piece by piece it falls apart as he reads through the words that begin to blur together. Yoongi doesn’t know when he crumbles to the floor.

His stomach churns as he recalls the last time he spoke to Jimin. It was just this morning, both of them making their morning coffee in silence before parting ways for the day. Yoongi doesn’t remember anything being particularly off with Jimin before he left for the day, but apparently it was a lot worse than Yoongi initially thought. His memories start muddling together as he feels the ground slip from under him.

His lungs scream as he clutches the wrinkled note to his chest. He can’t breathe. The entire room around him closing in on him, threatening to crush him. It hurts so much more than anything he’s ever experienced.

Yoongi stays on the ground, the bed too far out of reach. He doesn’t know how long he stays on the hardwood floor, his heart laid out in pieces around him. When the sun streaming in from his window turns to moonlight, Yoongi unfolds the note.

I’m sorry. I love you, I really fucking do but I can’t do this anymore. It’s tearing both of us apart.

He can only make it through the first line before he’s crying. Ugly sobs ripping their way out of his throat. He feels cold.

It ends with Jimin breaking his promise.

—

Yoongi sighs, leaning back in his chair. He rubs a hand over his tired eyes, pressing play on the song he’s currently working on.

Something sounds off with the progression, but he can’t seem to pinpoint where exactly it falls off. His phone buzzes next to him. Usually he would ignore interruptions, but he knows if he doesn’t take a break, the song will stay unfinished.

Joon: You got a minute hyung?

Technically— no he doesn’t. He turns back to his computer, biting his lip as he looks at the different layers.

Me: Yeah I do. What’s up?

A break will be good for him. He also knows if Namjoon relays that Yoongi has been stuck in his lab for a few days, Seokjin will come busting down the door demanding he eat.

Joon: come to my studio?

Me: kk.

Yoongi gets up, his stiff joints popping loudly from finally being released from their forced position. His back aches slightly and he can feel the beginnings of a headache forming, but he pushes the pain away for now.

He’s just eternally grateful that Namjoon’s studio is just down the hall from his own. They decided, after they graduated college, that they would stick together. Work their way from the bottom until they found success together.

It was hard. It took them almost two years to finally sell a song for a decent amount of money, but once people heard the music — and once Yoongi won an actual award for his producing of the song, it was like a dam breaking. Companies started calling, wanting their upcoming idols to work with the best.

The whole thing was a bit surreal, but it was Yoongi’s dream come true. He remembers staying up late in his old cramped studio, Ji— him singing into Yoongi’s makeshift microphone, and how he never thought he would actually make it.

Yoongi shakes the memory away, not wanting to dwell too hard on the past he still tries to forget. He knocks on Namjoon’s door and the younger immediately opens it, looking as disheveled as Yoongi feels.

“You okay Joon?” Yoongi asks as he makes his way into the large studio. He plops himself down on the grey couch sitting opposite of the recording equipment. Namjoon joins him, covering his face with his hands.

“Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed,” Namjoon mumbles into his hands. “It’s Jin and I’s anniversary this week, but I have to start the music process for an up and coming idol’s debut song today.”

“Want me to help?” Yoongi finds himself offering. While he does have his own work to tend to, his load is relatively light. His last big project coming to a close just last week with the launch of a new idol group.

Namjoon removes his hands from his face, turning his head to Yoongi.

“Really hyung? You would do that?” Namjoon sounds so damn hopeful that Yoongi can’t help but lean over to ruffle his hair.

“Of course, you brat,” Yoongi says fondly. The door to the studio opens, Seokjin, clad in a brown pea coat and ripped skinny jeans. “Why wouldn’t I want to help my favorite dongsaeng and his unfortunate choice of a husband.”

“I heard that!” Seokjin pinches Yoongi’s cheek and then falls into Namjoon’s lap, making himself comfortable. “You absolutely love me, why even try to deny it?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, turning away from the couple. Seokjin is right of course, he does love the elder — he loves both of them, a lot. After… he left, Namjoon and Seokjin were the ones to help him find all the pieces of his shattered heart, helping Yoongi glue himself back together.

Namjoon was already dating Seokjin at the time, they met at a coffee shop on campus when Seokjin tripped and knocked Namjoon’s tea all over his lap. Namjoon then proceeded to jump up from his chair, tripping and pushing Seokjin down to the ground with him.

It was an utter mess, but Seokjin claims it was love at first sight. The dopey smile that spreads across Namjoon’s face any time he looks at Seokjin makes Yoongi believe it.

While Yoongi has no resentment for their relationship — in fact he’s their number one supporter- it doesn’t mean sometimes it isn’t hard to see how in love they are. He’s happy for them. Glad they found love and were able to keep it, even when Namjoon had nothing.

He just wishes that he could have had that same luck. Maybe if he had just fought a little bit harder Ji—

“Yoongichi!” Seokjin’s voice pulls Yoongi from his thoughts. The elders eyebrow is raised but his eyes look concerned. “You okay?”

Yoongi nods, doing his best to smile at the couple. Namjoon doesn’t look convinced. Seokjin reaches out, placing a gentle hand on Yoongi’s arm.

“I don’t mind meeting with them hyung, really… especially if it’s a bad day,” Namjoon tells him, hooking his face over Seokjin’s shoulder. Seokjin gives Yoongi a soft smile, nodding.

Yoongi waves them off. He’s grateful for them and their never ending support, but he’s not the sad college kid they met all those years ago anymore. While he still battles his demons, he found a routine that works for him and a therapist that’s helped Yoongi learn how to cope with his mental illness.

“Yah! I’m not a baby, go enjoy your night. I also don’t expect to see you back in the studio for the rest of the week Joon-Ah, you both deserve this time together.”

The beaming smiles the couple sends his way has Yoongi’s own lips stretching into a matching smile of his own. Seokjin jumps off Namjoon’s lap, muttering something about dinner reservations as he leaves the studio.

“He should be here soon,” Namjoon informs him, pulling Yoongi towards a small black binder. “He goes under the alias PJM and is an upcoming idol. His company has a lot of faith in him and wants his debut song to be as raw as we can manage it.”

Yoongi hums. “Manageable. Is the song a ballad? Odd choice for a debut song.”

Namjoon huffs out a laugh as Yoongi continues flipping through the small collection of notes about the singer. The song is still in the beginning stages, but Yoongi sees the potential it has to be a hit with the right vocals.

“I don’t know hyung, it’s what the company wanted. I heard the singer has some killer vocals, so maybe that’s why?” Namjoon packs up his over the shoulder bag. “The song has potential, if executed correctly.”

Yoongi nods, flicking the page and landing on lyrics. “Yeah, the song— well the few lyrics are beautiful. Did he write them?”

Namjoon shrugs. “No clue, I wasn’t given much information.”

Seokjin pops his head in the room, asking if Namjoon is ready. Yoongi ushers them both out through the front door of the building, promising to call if he needs any help — which he won’t.

After they're gone, Yoongi heads back to Namjoon’s studio, since their scheduled meeting place was in the youngers lab and not his own. They can move back to his own once introductions are over. He sits on the black chair in front of Namjoon’s equipment and pulls out the small binder again.

He reads through the lyrics again. They aren’t complete, still needing a bridge and chorus but the hook is damn good. It encapsulates both heartbreak and hope. Yoongi wonders what the story behind them was.

After a few minutes of Yoongi sitting in silence, trying to visualize the direction he wants the song to go in, there’s a knock at the door.

He sighs, placing the black binder on the wooden table next to him. His mind is still stuck on his vision as he pries the door open. Once he opens his mouth, the engrained introduction for clientele on the tip of his tongue, does he see who’s on the other side of the door.

It’s like the world around him is suddenly gone from under him again. Yoongi finds himself stepping back, heart thudding uncomfortably against his rib cage.

Jimin.

The same Jimin that managed to not only capture Yoongi’s heart when they were younger, but to also rip it to pieces under his fingertips. Three years have passed since Yoongi last saw him and he hardly looks any different. His cheeks still beautifully full, yet his jaw sharp enough to cut. His once black hair is now a beautiful honey blonde. He looks older in a way, not physically per say, but mentally. The Jimin he once knew seemed lighter.

Even through the small changes, he’s still the person Yoongi fell in love with, even if — he’s not his anymore.

Jimin’s mouth is parted, brown eyes swimming with too many emotions for Yoongi to decipher. Yoongi wants to run but his legs won't cooperate with the thought, his entire body frozen as Jimin continues to stare at him.

His heart aches with a familiar pain he thought he had finally buried, somewhere deep in the back of his mind.

“Hy—Yoongi?” Jimin breathes. Yoongi closes his eyes, because fuck , he didn’t realize how much he missed Jimin’s voice.

Yoongi can’t string together a cohesive thought. Everything around him starts spinning as he loses his footing. The darkness he has kept at bay for so long creeps up on him, threatens to engulf him again.

He doesn’t realize it’s a panic attack until he feels Jimin’s hand on his back.

“Yoongi hey— hey listen to me okay? Listen to my voice, you’re okay,” Jimin repeats his old mantra. It’s the same one he used to use whenever Yoongi felt like he couldn’t breathe. “You’re here. Just try to find your footing. Try to breathe for me okay?”

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, digging his nails into his palm as he focuses on forcing air out of his lungs. Jimin’s touch feels scorching as he runs soothing circles on the small of Yoongi’s back.

It doesn’t take long for Yoongi to find reality again. His panic attacks now far apart and very minimal, compared to what they used to be. Jimin doesn’t stop rubbing his back until Yoongi finds the strength to pull back.

He slips on the mask he uses only when he’s struggling to get a grip on his own emotions. Yoongi suddenly feels all the pain Jimin caused him suddenly at the forefront of his mind, it’s like every piece of shattered hurt starts stabbing him directly in the heart.

“Sorry about that,” Yoongi finally says. His tone as detached as he can manage. “That won’t happen again. I’m guessing you’re the talent?”

Jimin blinks. “Yoongi… we need to talk—“

“You sure you don’t want to just write a note?” Yoongi spits back. He takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself. “Listen… this is a professional deal right? The initial shock is gone and the sooner we start, the sooner we can never see each other again.”

Yoongi tries to pretend he doesn’t see the way Jimin’s face crumbles at the words. It already hurts too much and they haven’t even started yet. Yoongi can’t call Namjoon back in though, not if it means ruining the little time he has off. He knows, logically, that neither Seokjin or Namjoon would complain about it but they both have already done too much for him. This is the very least he can do.

“Okay Yoongi… whatever you want. Did you… uh— want to get started?” Jimin asks, running a hand through his hair.

Yoongi’s eyes follow the movement. It’s a nervous habit Jimin’s always had, one Yoongi noticed back when they first started dating. He hates that he still remembers it, and that his automatic response is to want to provide some sort of comfort to the younger.

“Sure, yeah let’s just.. let’s go to my studio.” Yoongi shuffles awkwardly around Jimin, stepping out of the studio. Jimin follows him, not making any attempt to fill the uncomfortable silence they have found themselves in.

Yoongi presses in his code, switching on the light when he’s fully inside his studio. He immediately goes to his chair, reminding himself to stay grounded before he turns back to Jimin.

“You can sit,” Yoongi begins. He can’t quite make eye contact with Jimin, but he manages to keep his voice steady — baby steps. “We won’t get into any actual recording today, just start with a base of how you want the song to sound.”

Jimin nods, making himself comfortable on the small black couch. He folds his legs under himself and plays with the sleeve of his long white sweater. Yoongi tears his gaze away. The scene is a bit too familiar.

It brings him back to the days when Yoongi was still only dreaming about one day being a producer. Jimin singing a demo track for him as they sat practically overlapping in Yoongi’s small studio. It didn’t matter that they had nothing back then, Jimin’s smile being directed at him made Yoongi feel like the luckiest man on the planet.

“Okay so, I looked through the lyrics already written out,” Yoongi says, picking up the small black binder from the floor where he threw his jacket. “They’re really beautiful and I can think of a few directions we can make this go. What did you envision when you were writing— well, if you wrote it.”

Jimin chews his bottom lip. “I did— I did write it.”

“Oh… well, I love what you have so far,” Yoongi tells him honestly. “Do you have anything else?”

“Uh… not yet… I was a bit stuck on inspiration but I found some today, so I’ll write as soon as I get home.”

Yoongi nods. “Did you have an idea on how you wanted this to sound?”

“I want it to be almost a ballad, I… I trust you’re creative ear on this one. You have always been amazing at producing.”

Yoongi flushes. It’s odd to allude to the elephant in the room. Jimin does know him, better than anyone else — including Namjoon. Jimin was his biggest supporter when it came to his work, constantly showering him in praise anytime he would show him a piece.

“I think we should focus more on your voice and not worry too much about adding multiple layers to it. We can add synthesizers, very low ones to keep the beat on time and I think a guitar would compliment your soft voice well, but the focus should stay on the vocals.”

Even if Jimin ripped his heart in two, Yoongi wouldn’t ever be able to deny how beautiful his voice is. Jimin’s voice is unique, brings a sense of comfort. Yoongi’s worked with hundreds of vocalists, but he can say without a doubt that Jimin’s is still his favorite.

Yoongi swivels in his chair, writing down his ideas in his leather bound journal. Jimin moves closer, sitting on the edge of his extra chair and leaning over to watch Yoongi as he works. They sit in silence for a little over an hour as Yoongi begins trying to find the sound he wants, while Jimin scribbles in his own journal.

It’s a little eery how easy it is too sit together as if nothing has changed. Except, well everything has.

Once Yoongi creates a very rough idea of the sound he wants the song to go, he passes his headphones to Jimin. He presses play and is completely entranced by the way Jimin closes his eyes in concentration, completely absorbing the music. When Jimin opens his eyes, there is something swimming in the brown irises that Yoongi doesn’t really understand.

“I love it,” Jimin breathes out. He removes the headphones and hands them gingerly back to Yoongi. “It’s obviously a first cut, but I love the direction you’re going.”

Yoongi smiles. “I’m glad. Well… that’s all we need for today. Did you want to come tomorrow? We can start the recording process or finish up the writing.”

“Yeah, I can come tomorrow, any particular time?”

“I’ll be here all day, so whenever you want.” Yoongi looks up at Jimin and sees him biting his lip. It’s obvious he wants to say something, but he’s unsure if he should. In the end, he must decide against it because Jimin stands up, clutching his journal to his chest.

“Okay, I’ll uh— stop by, I guess,” Jimin says, but he doesn’t move just yet. “Should I just call the front desk to see if you’re available?”

Yoongi pauses. He knows the decision he’s about to make isn’t the smartest one, but all his self control walked out the door when Namjoon left him alone.

“My number is the same… just shoot a text and I’ll tell you if I’m busy.”

Jimin smiles at him and the ache in his heart is back. The minute he sees Jimin's eye smile, he feels warmth he hasn’t felt in years. It’s the same smile that had Yoongi falling completely head over heels for the younger.

“Okay Yoongi, I'll see you tomorrow.” Jimin turns on his heel, making his way to the door of the studio.

Yoongi turns to him before he can manage to slip out the door, one last question on his lips.

“Do you have a name for the song?”

Jimin turns to him, studying him for a second. His beautiful eyes nearly burning a hole into Yoongi.

“Promise, that’s the name of the song.”

He’s gone before Yoongi can say anything else. Taking the pieces of Yoongi that he tore away the day he left, with him.

—

The next day, Yoongi finds himself glued to his phone. He knows, it’s not a good idea. It’s been over three years, and the fact that Jimin still has such a hold over him isn’t really healthy.

He puts it down as nothing more than finally getting the closure he never received when Jimin broke up with him. When Jimin left, Yoongi didn’t try to reach out to him. Partly because Seokjin heavily discouraged it, but mostly because when Jimin left, Yoongi spiraled to the lowest he had ever been.

All motivation he once had, shriveled up and died as Yoongi confined himself to his room. There were days Yoongi wouldn’t eat because just the mere thought of getting out of bed was too much. Yoongi is sure if it wasn’t for the help of his friends, he would have never tried to heal.

Namjoon is the one who forced his way into his apartment, not taking no for an answer and forcing Yoongi into the shower. Seokjin had showed up not too much later, and forced Yoongi to eat. They both sat him down and told him they wouldn’t watch him plummet and that they would help him find a therapist to take the first step in becoming better.

At the time, Yoongi had been completely against it. He’s glad he has stubborn ass friends.

For the most part, he’s healed. Everyday is a battle of course, some days larger than others, but it’s nothing like it used to be. There is a piece of him that holds onto Jimin though, the small section of his heart that just wants closure so he can finally close that chapter of his life.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by a knock at the door. He chances a glance at his phone to see no new text, so he assumes whoever is at his door isn’t Jimin. Yoongi puts down his pen, stretching as he stands and opens the door. Minho is standing on the other side of it.

“Minho?” Yoongi raises a brow. “What are you doing here?”

The vocalist smiles at him, pushing his way into the studio and throwing himself on the couch. Yoongi rolls his eyes, following him into the studio but leaving the door unlocked just in case anyone else wants to drop in uninvited.

“What, I can’t visit my favorite ex boyfriend just for fun?” Minho sighs as he makes himself comfortable on the couch.

Yoongi snorts. “You’re favorite ex? I thought that was Taemin?”

“Aish! That’s my current boyfriend, don’t be rude.” Minho tuts at him. Coming from anyone else, Yoongi probably would force them out of his studio, but Minho has always had a special place in Yoongi’s heart.

Minho was his only actual relationship after Jimin. Sure, Yoongi slept around when he felt like it, but it was never anything beyond a one night stand… until Minho. They met in this very studio and Minho was extremely charming and kind, Yoongi had been putty in his beautiful fingers.

They dated for almost a year before they parted ways. It was amicable, and they remained best friends through it all. Minho had seen him in some of his darkest moments and loved him regardless of it all… but it just wasn’t meant to be between them.

“So what did you want? Besides to dirty my couches with your ugly shoes.”

Minho lets out an offended noise. “I can’t believe my little Yoonie would be so rude to his favorite person ever. I do have a reason though. Yesterday… I ran into someone in the hall after working with Hoseok in his studio, and he told me his name was Jimin.”

Yoongi pauses, trying to school his face into a neutral expression. Minho gets up from the couch, sitting next to Yoongi in his other chair. If there is one person that can see through his bullshit, it’s Minho.

“He looked a lot like the pictures you showed me. Yoongi… are you okay?”

“I am,” Yoongi promises. It might not be the whole truth but it’s also hardly a lie. “It was weird… and I had a panic attack when I saw him again, but I’m okay.”

Minho chews the bottom of his lip. “Are you sure? If you aren’t, you know you can tell me the truth, right?”

“I promise.” Yoongi genuinely smiles at Minho, grabbing the elders hand. “I think it will be good for me to finally get some closure. If I start feeling overwhelmed I’ll call you or Namjoon, I promise.”

Minho looks at him, searching his face for any indication of a lie. He must be satisfied when he doesn’t see one because he punches Yoongi’s cheek affectionately. He opens his mouth to say something back, but is interrupted by the studio door opening suddenly.

“Yoongi you weren’t answering— oh.”

Yoongi freezes, turning to look at a shocked Jimin. The blonde isn’t starting at him though, his eyes are locked in at where Yoongi is holding Minho’s hand.

“I didn’t… I didn’t know you had company. Uh— I’ll just go—“

Minho, the perspective soul he is cuts him off. “Nah, no need. I was just heading out.”

Minho stands up, pinching Yoongi’s cheek one last time before he makes his way to the studio door. Yoongi gives him a meek wave, not really comfortable with all the tension. Jimin awkwardly shuffles away from the door so Minho can leave.

“Also I’ll see you tomorrow night for dinner Yoonie-ah.” Minho winks at him, a shit eating grin spreading across his face as he lets the door fall closed behind him.

Jimin doesn’t comment on what just happened, but Yoongi can tell he’s upset by something. Yoongi clears his throat, wanting to break the uncomfortable silence.

“Uh, did you write more lyrics?” Yoongi begins. Desperate for this session not to get any more tense.

Jimin nods, pulling out his journal. “I did… it’s not finished yet, but I have more than I did. Did you want to start recording samples?”

“That would be great.”

Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief when Jimin is in the booth, because now they don’t have to force conversation. They work diligently for a few hours. Yoongi directing Jimin only minutely because it seems Jimin remembers how it used to be recording together.

When Jimin is out of the booth, he sits next to Yoongi and works in his journal quietly. Unlike yesterday, this silence doesn’t feel so easy. It feels strained.

Yoongi doesn’t know how long he works on the samples, tuning the sound into something he likes, but when he looks over at Jimin, he’s surprised to see him asleep. Yoongi takes the time to admire him.

Jimin has always been beautiful. Since the first day Yoongi met him, that much was true. When he sleeps though… is when he’s truly a piece of art. His whole face is relaxed, lips pouting slightly and he looks almost like an angel.

Yoongi shakes the singer gently. “Hey, did you wanna go ahead and head home?”

Jimin opens his eyes, looking at Yoongi softly, still half asleep. “M’okay… unless you want me to?”

Yoongi hesitates. “Uh… why would you wanna stay?”

“Miss you,” Jimin mumbles. The words come out a bit slurred but Yoongi still catches them. “I’ll always stay.”

Jimin is out like a light after that, leaving Yoongi with a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

—

Their next sessions are uneventful. Jimin doesn’t seem to remember his sleep induced confession so Yoongi, for both their sakes, doesn’t bring it up again.

True to his word, Yoongi keeps the work between them completely professional. Jimin still hasn’t finished the song, claiming he’s struggling to bridge the middle and form one cohesive song, but Yoongi finds he doesn’t mind.

He initially went into the collaboration wanting it to end as quickly as it could, but now… he enjoys getting to exist around Jimin again. They mesh together almost seamlessly, falling into their old routine of working in the studio together.

Jimin knows how to not distract Yoongi while he works, but also knows when to step in and crack a joke when Yoongi begins feeling too overwhelmed. Yoongi knows when to step back and not push Jimin when he’s struggling on a verse, but also knows the correct praises to have Jimin beaming at him.

It’s on their fourth night in the studio that Jimin breaks their usual status quo.

“Would you like to get dinner with me, hyung?” Jimin asks shyly. He ducks his head slightly, probably expecting a rejection — which Yoongi should probably give.

“Jimin… are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Jimin's face falls. “I don’t know. I just— I want to be your friend again. Can we at least be that?”

Yoongi should say no. He should remember how Jimin completely destroyed him without so much as a proper goodbye. He should call Namjoon and tell him he can’t work with Jimin and that he needs to come back… but… he doesn’t want that.

His heart always seems to win. “Okay.”

The way Jimin’s face splits into a beautiful grin, eyes resembling half moons makes a familiar warmth spread across Yoongi’s heart. It’s a dangerous feeling.

They walk to a small ramen place at the end of the street. It’s open twenty four hours and Yoongi fell in love with it upon moving into their studio. They talk casually, as if they have only ever been nothing more than friends.

“This food is amazing,” Jimin practically moans. It would probably be a lot more attractive if the youngers cheeks weren’t stuffed to the brim with noodles. “Can’t believe I’ve never come here before.”

Yoongi hums around his own noodles. “Yeah, Minho loves this place. He’s the reason I started eating here.”

“Oh…” Jimin swallows rather loudly. His eyes shifting away from Yoongi’s. “I’m glad you’re happy you know? You are right?”

Yoongi pauses. “I— I uh yeah I am. Happier, I mean.”

Jimin slurps quietly at his soup. “Does he make you happy?”

“What?” Yoongi tilts his head. Squinting his eyes slightly. “Who?”

Jimin coughs awkwardly. “Minho? Your boyfriend?”

“My what?” Yoongi can’t help but laugh. “God no, that loser isn’t my boyfriend… well not anymore at least. I dated him about a year ago.”

Yoongi pretends his heart doesn’t flutter at the relieved expression that flickers across Jimin’s face. He doesn’t want to hope for something he knows he shouldn’t have.

“I’m single,” Yoongi continues before shoving more ramen into his mouth.

“Oh,” Jimin says after some time. “Yoongi… can we talk about the day—“

Yoongi shakes his head roughly. “I don’t want to ruin this night.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything, but he does pass his last egg yolk over to Yoongi and goes back to eating. It’s something Jimin used to do anytime they would go out to eat soup.

“Why did you do that?” Yoongi asks. He’s afraid of the answer.

Jimin looks up at him, eyes warm. “Because I like making you happy.”

—

Somewhere along the line, they find a way to become friends again. They still haven’t talked about what happened between them, but right now everything seems too raw. Like any small thing will completely shatter their new found friendship.

Jimin still hasn’t finished his song completely, and it leaves them at a bit of a stand still. Yoongi already has the direction he wants the song to go, but it’s nearly impossible without the finished lyrics.

It all comes to a head one day as Jimin lounges on his couch while Yoongi finishes up songs of his own that he was stuck on. It’s something the younger has taken to doing whenever he has a free moment. Usually, Yoongi doesn’t allow other people in his space while he works, but with Jimin he doesn’t ever really mind. He tries not to dwell on it for too long.

“Still no luck with the song?”

Jimin hums, not bothering to look up from his journal. “No, not really.”

“Did you want some help?” Yoongi offers, spinning around in his chair. Jimin looks up, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind his ear.

“I was actually going to head over to Namjoon hyungs studio to work on it with him,” Jimin answers honestly. Yoongi doesn’t know why, but it stings.

“Oh, well that’s nice.” Yoongi tries to offer the younger a smile, but he’s almost positive it comes off as a grimace. “Is there a reason I can’t?”

Jimin chews the bottom of his lip. “I just don’t think it would be a smart idea.”

“Why not?” Yoongi presses. He doesn’t know why he’s so upset all of a sudden. “Aren’t we friends?”

“We are, it’s just—“ Jimin shifts under Yoongi’s gaze. “I can’t show you yet. Not until it’s finished… I’m going to go meet Namjoon now. I promise—“

“Of course, always running away. You’re promises don’t mean anything,” Yoongi snaps. He knows it's completely inappropriate and Jimin has every right to want to wait. That what happened back then has nothing to do with what’s going on right now, but it’s like the dam finally breaks.

Jimin rears back, his expression unreadable. “Are you serious? Because I won’t show you a song?”

Yoongi should stop. Shouldn’t let it get worse. “It’s more than just a song. You know exactly what this is about.”

“You want to talk about this now?” Jimin asks incredulously. “I’ve tried bringing it up. You’re always the one running from it.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Yeah, you would know a lot about that right?”

It’s a low blow, Yoongi knows it is. He doesn’t take any satisfaction in the way Jimin’s face falls. It makes him ache more than anything else.

“Yoongi…” Jimin voice trembles a bit as he breathes out his name. The younger runs a hand through his hair. “I regretted that day the moment I left— I hate what I did, but you and I both know we were falling apart.”

Yoongi thought that’s what he wanted to hear, the beginning to the closure he had dreamt of. He was the one who brought this all up but he can’t handle it. Can’t handle being suddenly thrust back to the day Jimin left him. It hurts too much to bear.

So he does the same thing Jimin did all those years ago.

He runs.

—

Yoongi doesn’t know how long he sits out on the hilltop him and Jimin had their first date at, but the sky around him slowly begins fading to black. His phone is long since turned off, he couldn’t think straight with Namjoon’s constant influx of text messages bombarding his inbox.

The night sky is just as breathtaking as he remembers it being. There isn’t a half crescent moon out tonight — which seems fitting, since Jimin isn’t with him this time.

“Thought you would be up here.”

Yoongi jolts, whipping his head around to find a very disheveled Jimin. The younger approaches him, offering him a cup.

“What’s this?” Yoongi asks as he takes the styrofoam cup gingerly into his hands. Jimin sits next to him, close enough to touch if Yoongi just shifts a bit.

“Hot chocolate,” Jimin says quietly, looking out the stars surrounding them.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything. He takes a sip of his drink, letting himself get lost in this one moment.

After some time, Jimin finally speaks. “I finished the song the day I saw you again. The same night I holed myself up in my room and wrote. The song… it’s about you.”

Yoongi inhales sharply. “But you… all the time we spent doing nothing—“

Jimin laughs, the sound a bit hollow. “I didn’t want to say goodbye to you again. I knew if I told you the song was finished, we would have had the entire wrapped in less than a few days and you would have been gone from my life again.”

Yoongi wants to argue and say that’s not true but… well he knows it is. When they first saw each other after all those years, Yoongi wasn’t ready to be Jimin’s friend again. He would have forced him out of his life without an ounce of hesitation.

“I want you to see the song. I mean… it’s your song. I just—,” Jimin takes a shaky breath. “I just knew if you read the lyrics, you would have known it was about you.”

Jimin pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket, passing it over to Yoongi. The elder takes it from him, gently unfolding the worn lyrics. His vision blurs as he reads the meaningful words.

Jimin shifts closer to him, letting their shoulders bump together.

I sit alone, slumped down

And I break myself down with these thoughts

You probably don’t even know

When you started hurting me

“I wasn’t ready to love you back when we were younger, I was also a broken kid,” Jimin tells him softly. “I thought… I thought it was my fault you were so sad and that I wasn’t good enough to make you happy. It killed me Yoongi, to know that no matter what I did, it wasn’t enough to help you…but that’s not how it works.”

You’re hurting too ‘cause you’re mine

I just want to blow your mind

You’re only drifting further away like this

I say that it’s all fine

The truth is that’s a lie

“We were falling apart. Both of us were hurting but not letting each other in, and I thought I was already losing you.” Yoongi looks over at Jimin and wonders how he missed the other’s sadness. “You were so far away from me and I didn’t know how to handle it.”

I want you to be your light, baby

You should be your light

So you won’t hurt anymore, so you can smile more

“I thought I was doing the right thing. I was selfish and stupid.” Yoongi falls into Jimin’s side, heart beating wildly in his chest.

“You thought leaving would make me happy?” Yoongi finishes for him.

“I figured that I was the one dragging you down. The one making you so unhappy. I just— I missed your smile and I thought if I left that maybe you would find it again.” Jimin huffs out a dry laugh. “I was a real idiot.”

I want you to be your night

You could be your night

I’ll be honest with you tonight

“In a way though… a part of me is glad I did leave. It allowed us both to grow on our own and find a way to become healthier versions of ourselves.”

Yoongi has to agree with that. His codependece on Jimin to make him happy when they were younger, wasn’t healthy. If Jimin were to leave him at the end of this, Yoongi would survive. Of course he would be sad, but it wouldn’t destroy him like it would have the old Yoongi.

Now promise me, oh, oh

Several times a day, oh, oh

Even if you feel that you are alone

Don’t throw yourself away

“What about now?” Yoongi asks. “How do you feel now?”

Jimin hums, looking down at Yoongi. “I love you. I don’t think I ever truly stopped. Even if we didn’t have our chance meeting, I would have found you again.”

Yoongi smiles up at him. “Is that so?”

“Without a doubt. Even if it means searching every corner of the world, I’ll always find my way back to you.”

“Promise?” Yoongi holds out his pinkie. Jimin smiles, intertwining their fingers.

“Promise.”

Oh, oh, oh, oh, hold on for a moment

Intertwine our pinkies

And promise me now, oh, oh, oh