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Snow.
The world was covered in snow when Yoongi realized he was in love with Seokjin.
It had been late in the evening in the middle of winter out on the streets of Hongdae on a busy Saturday. The light of the food cart illuminated Seokjin’s face, making him the central focus amidst a sea of blurry bodies coming and going in the background. The tip of Seokjin’s nose was slightly pink, the low temperature causing the blood in his body to rush to the areas that were colder than the rest.
Yoongi found it cute and oddly mesmerizing. One would think that it was a little odd considering that the nose is a fairly weird-looking body part in and of itself. But it is also right above the lips and Yoongi could only blink at Seokjin’s, full and even pinker than his nose. Pinker that it was bordering on slightly red, like a rose bud about to bloom. A rose bud in the middle of winter.
And then Seokjin started talking. He talked to the vendor animatedly, his lips stretching into a smile before coming back into a pout and then stretching out again as he laughed that unique squeaky window cleaner laugh of his which Yoongi had grown quite fond of. He cannot really put into words what it made him feel except that he knew it was very much Seokjin. That alone, he thought, should be enough of an explanation.
Seokjin had always been a sort of anchor for him, even when they first met. He was calm, composed, a little bit distant, but Yoongi could tell, even then, that behind his façade was a guy who found happiness through the little things in life; something Yoongi had struggled with for possibly majority of his life. It was refreshing and comforting, like a pleasant breeze on a bright, sunny day.
Yoongi was naturally drawn to Seokjin, always looking for him, wondering what he could be doing. Seokjin had this gravitational pull that made Yoongi want to be in his orbit a lot of the time.
Most of the time.
All of the time.
He was a satellite, coursing through Seokjin’s circles, and then suddenly, before he realized what had happened—how it happened—he was crashing through Seokjin’s atmosphere, like a comet, slowly disintegrating, throwing away the hard shell he had used to cover himself, protect himself. The ground closed in on him fast and he knew that it would hurt when he hit it.
Except it didn’t.
Because Seokjin had been there to catch him.
He always was.
He always did.
And he had cried over and over until the sun broke the sky at dawn and Seokjin was still there. Telling him it was okay.
He was okay.
He will be okay.
Yoongi was grateful, extremely grateful. And Seokjin.
Seokjin became his universe. An entire reality that opened countless of doors to places and situations he never would have thought were possible, much less that he would be in it. But he was. And he will continue to be.
Because Seokjin was standing before him right now, beautiful and carefree and unapologetically himself. If Yoongi could ask the world to stop turning for a while so he can just be in this moment for a little longer, he would. But the world and time never picked favorites.
Seokjin turned to him with his eyebrows up in question, a kind smile on his face as he tilted his head to the side.
“What’s up, Yoongi-yah? Your cheeks are very pink. You need a hotpack?”
Yoongi took a deep breath before releasing it into the air, the mist floating gently upwards as it met the snow that was floating down. He looked into Seokjin’s eyes, a million stars twinkling within them before parting his lips and saying:
“Hyung, I think I love you.”