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♫♪ Paramore – Caught in the Middle ♫♪
Spring is just around the corner. Cherry trees sprouting their first blossoms everywhere around the city. The whole campus of the University of Arts seems to be in a good mood. Not only because the weather is getting warmer, no, it also means the annual Spring festivities are about to start.
And Yoongi doesn't mind. Sure, the decorations are cheesy and all, but for the most part he simply tries to ignore it. Which should be easy, as he doesn't attend the festival, to begin with. But unfortunately, his university decided to bring some more “fun” into all of it last year. This so-called fun, as the committee stated, is meant to enhance the spring feelings around campus. Namely, the students can send song requests to the university radio station, confessing to their crushes.
So Yoongi wouldn’t be bothered, not at all, if he wasn’t one of the DJs.
He already suffers a headache thinking about the horrible love songs he will have to play this time around. The only thing keeping him sane is the fact that at least he doesn’t have to read all those stupid messages people send in out loud. Thankfully, they merely have to announce for whom the song has been requested and post everything else on their station's Twitter account - including the name of the sender. Yoongi takes it as a win. At least he doesn’t have to pretend to be super happy about everything that is happening. Keeping his lines in between songs to a minimum for the time being, because he knows he can’t keep the annoyance out of his voice. And as he is the night DJ, nobody really cares. Most students of his university know him like that anyway.
However, one person makes this whole torture even worse.
Park Jimin. Sweetheart of the whole university.
Yoongi is used to announcing at least three messages for the boy during his two hours of airing time. But “used to” doesn't mean he isn't annoyed by it. Jimin is a damn flirt. Lovely eyes, plush lips, the most gorgeous smile, and a body to die for. And worst of all, regardless of every prejudice against popular kids, he is also kind and smart. Nevertheless, the people on the other side of the confession still get let down, no matter how nicely Jimin does it. For all Yoongi cares, everyone should simply give up on precious boy Park Jimin, and stop bothering him with horrendous requests.
Like the one he has to play right now.
Trying to keep his tone light, he leans forward to the microphone.
“This one goes out to Park Jimin again.”
He flicks the control with a finger to fade into the song, immediately switching to the studio notebook to copy the message and post it on their Twitter account afterwards.
Yoongi rolls his eyes. They never learn. Park Jimin doesn’t let anyone go further than the friend zone. At least that’s what people say.
He sighs.
Unfortunately - no scratch that - he knows a different side: his own.
♫♪ Intermission ♫♪
♫♪ Tegan & Sara - Closer ♫♪
It is the first university party of the semester. Yoongi doesn't want to go, as usual. He would rather sit at home and work on this new song idea, but his best friend insists he absolutely has to come. Therefore, he goes. Intending to stay for a few hours and a couple of beers, then leave again, so he can at least say he was there.
What he didn’t take into account are the new students, including Park Jimin. In tight black pants with holes that should be illegal, a fitting red and black shirt and fluffy blonde hair. He’s a vision. Yoongi can’t take his eyes off of him where he’s dancing in the living room, and not for a lack of trying. But of course, Jimin notices his not too subtle glances. And he definitely knows how he looks. Initially, Yoongi doesn’t understand what is happening. Jimin is licking his lips, moving his body sinfully and looking directly at him through his lashes. Is he flirting with him?
He swallows hard, realizing how thirsty he has become (in more than just one sense of the word). Needing to cool down a little, he decides to get a new cup of beer from the kitchen and turns away from the pretty boy.
Yoongi is standing in front of the fridge when he hears the door swing open and close behind him. As he turns around, there is a by now familiar face smirking right at him. Jimin.
“Hey there, stranger. Did you enjoy the show?”
Yoongi tries to kick-start his brain again, because damn, up close the boy is even more gorgeous.
“Uhm”
“Speechless?”
He can feel his ears turn hot, but tries to ignore it stubbornly.
“Yes. I mean, no. I mean. Oh god,” Yoongi groans into his hands, “scratch that. Let me start again. Yeah, I liked it.”
And Jimin? He has the audacity to giggle, hands covering his face. They are small, Yoongi notices and the high pitch of his laughter is probably the cutest thing he has ever heard.
“I’m Yoongi by the way. Third year here, so since I’ve never seen you before I’m guessing you’re one of the new students?”
“Yup. I’m Jimin. My friend Hoseok told me about the party, and I thought what better way to start into this new chapter than this?”
“Am I even surprised you already know Hoseok?”
Jimin laughs at that “I heard he’s a social butterfly that knows everyone. But I actually joined his dance group.”
“That makes sense. I mean. I saw you.”
He stumbles over his words, his mouth going dry again at the thought. Images of the dancer's movements come crashing back, and he has to swallow.
Of course, Jimin notices and Yoongi can practically see his eyes getting hooded again, making it hard to breathe.
The younger boy takes a step closer. “Yeah?”
Another step.
“Yeah.” Yoongi breathes.
The distance between them gets smaller, the air surrounding them seemingly thicker.
Yoongi can’t explain it. They talked so little, but the pull between them is obviously there. Jimin is now right in front of him, and he can’t resist the urge to look down at his plush lips slightly parted and oh so inviting.
“Can I kiss you?” Yoongi whispers, not daring to break the spell.
As soon as the words leave his mouth, Jimin surges forward to press their lips together. Yoongi threads his fingers through the younger boy’s blonde silky locks, scratching a little at the nape and making Jimin gasp into their kiss. He brings his other hand to the small of Jimin's back, pressing their bodies closer together. Instantly he’s feeling small hands roaming his front, grabbing onto his shirt.
Yoongi has only one thought - closer. So he lets his tongue swipe over Jimin's plush lower lip, silently asking for entry. Which he is granted immediately, deepening their kiss, Jimin sighs into it. Heat is pulling at them, nudging them to go further.
♫♪
Yoongi shakes his head, rubbing his hands over his face while trying to get rid of the memories, although he still has dreams about what happened afterwards. Jimin in his bed, moaning Yoongi’s name. And it would have been one of the best nights Yoongi ever had, hadn’t he woken up to an empty bed. No message, no number, nothing.
He certainly tried getting in touch again, tried to get to Jimin through Hoseok. And his best friend for sure did the most to help him, but Jimin basically blocked him out. No explanation whatsoever. So Yoongi told himself to let it go. At least he tried. Still tries. Telling himself, Jimin probably thought of their night together as a simple one night stand, nothing more than some harmless fun. It had been the guy’s first university party after all, he clearly remembers Jimin saying that. So although he had genuinely wanted to take the pretty boy on a date at the time and get to know him better, Yoongi had given up, not wanting to push Jimin into anything he wasn’t comfortable with.
Eventually though, they got to know each other through their shared group of friends, Hoseok took care of that. It was a bit awkward at first, but they couldn’t really avoid each other and learned to forget about it and at least be friendly. They didn’t mention that night to anyone in their group of friends, nevermind that Yoongi didn’t forget. Never has. It still kind of haunts him, but soon Jimin became the sweetheart of the campus and he deemed him unreachable anyway. The rest is history and now, after more than two years, he is sitting in the studio, playing songs for the boy of his dreams from the never-ending line of admirers.
He sighs again. Well, he will have to get through these weeks of hell and maybe he should ultimately dismiss the idea of ever being together with Jimin.
♫♪ Snowmine – Let Me in ♫♪
“Please, just ask him,” Taehyung pleads to Jimin, but he doesn't let it phase him.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about, Tae.” He distinctly looks away from his best friend.
“You know exactly who I mean. The one you’re always talking about when you let every single one of your wooers down,” he tries again.
“Tae. Please. Just. Don’t.”
“No. I know for a fact, he would immediately say yes to you,” there is a boxy grin adorning Taehyung’s face, eyes full of certainty. But Jimin only raises one of his eyebrows.
“Ah, and how do you know that?”
“C’mon, everybody sees how he looks at you.”
Jimin feels his cheeks warm up. Is there an actual possibility, that he likes him? After what he did all these years ago?
Heat creeps up his spine, making him shiver slightly. He sighs.
“I don’t know, Tae. It’s just so stupid and…,“ he sighs again, “embarrassing.”
“But Chim, you also said it was the best se-” before Taehyung can finish the sentence Jimin clamps a hand over his mouth, giving him a pointed glare.
“Can you not?!” He whisper-shouts, still holding his hand in place, waiting for a confirmation, which he gets when his best friend rolls his eyes but nods in defeat.
“And you also like him. I mean, you’ve known Yoongi for more than two years now, and you’re still hung up on him.”
Jimin pulls in a sharp breath at the name, briefly looking around the room wondering if anyone heard, then lets it out in a sigh. For what feels like the hundredth time already.
“Please, can we stop now? They will be here soon.” He shoots his best friend a pleading look. “Please.”
Now Taehyung is the one groaning. “Fine,” he bites out, pointing his finger at Jimin, “but this conversation is not over, only postponed.”
“Tae,” Jimin whines petulantly while pouting. “It's just not that easy.”
But before Taehyung can even answer, there is a deep voice coming from right behind Jimin, startling him in his seat.
“Hey, everything ok?” It's Yoongi, and Jimin feels himself blush, turning around to see sharp eyes already focused on him.
Jimin opens and shuts his mouth, suddenly void of any words.
“Hey guys! Perfect timing. Jimin wants to tell me, he won’t go to the Spring Festival without a date.” Taehyung elaborates on what their conversation was about and only then does Jimin notice Hoseok standing right next to Yoongi. Jimin looks down at his hands, wanting the floor to swallow him whole. Out of the corners of his eyes, he could still see Yoongi studying him.
“Tae, c’mon. It’s my decision,” he complains meekly.
“Yeah, it is. But I still don’t get why you won’t take one of your many fans. I mean Lee Hoseok,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “he is super hot and cute. At the same time. Or honestly just anyone. They are practically lined up, you only have to say ‘yes’ to one,” he adds, one eyebrow still raised.
Jimin gives him a glare. One he hopes would let Taehyung know he is about to die a horrible death if he doesn't shut up. But his friend merely shrugs it off, giving Jimin an evil grin.
“Becau~se,” Jimin starts, but drifts off, not really knowing what to say with Yoongi still close to him, heat sitting high on his cheekbones.
Taehyung lets out a long sigh, despite the smirk still apparent on his lips. “Because they’re not the one you want. I get what you’ve said before. But who, in this godforsaken university, is the one.” He is clearly trying to challenge him and much to Jimin’s disappointment, it is working. It is right there and then that Jimin decides, he doesn't have a best friend anymore.
Surprisingly Hoseok hasn’t said anything yet. As soon as Jimin looks at him, he knows why. He is enjoying it, an amused glint in his eyes. It seems like some sort of conspiracy against him, and he prays to everything good, Yoongi doesn't know.
“Oh Jiminie~,” Hoseok singsongs, “maybe you should just ask the one?”
Jimin swiftly glances at Yoongi, who is now sitting beside Taehyung on the opposite side of the table, while Hoseok sits down beside him. Yoongi thankfully looks like he doesn't quite get the whole drama and Jimin shoots a death glare towards Hoseok, hoping he will get the message.
“Maybe we all should leave Jiminie alone and let him mind his own business. If he doesn’t want to go out with them, then it’s still his decision.” Yoongi’s voice suddenly fills the silence, making Jimin jump a little.
Jimin realizes his mouth is hanging open while he stares at Yoongi. Catching himself quickly, he gives him a nod and a smile, mouthing a silent “thank you” in return.
With the conversation finally over, it shifts to random school-related stuff, with Hoseok ranting about his awful professor, while they all eat their lunch.
And maybe, Jimin will actually ask him out. One day. Maybe.
♫♪ Seafret – Give me Something ♫♪
As the festival nears, people start to talk. Everyone is curious why Jimin hasn’t decided on a date yet, out of all the people who only wait for him. But he tells everyone the same: “I’m sorry, it's not about you, but you’re not the one.” Weird rumours can be heard through the hallways, even a few who say he’s some kind of Disney prince.
Yoongi just rolls his eyes at them and tries to continue with his life. It is complicated enough to not think of Jimin on normal days, but this is legitimately putting him to the test. He is getting grumpier with each passing day and even his friends already ask him what is wrong. But he can’t give them an answer without risking to spill everything, so he keeps it to himself and lets people talk.
Lately, it is almost as if he is remote-controlled while on air at the radio station. He doesn't even bother reading the messages anymore, plainly stating the name, already pressing the tweet button. And as it has worked so far, why not continue like this for the time being?
His time for today is almost over, and it isn’t even that terrible. But as he wants to say the last greetings of the night, one new song request pops up on his screen. Without bothering to look he already copies the text and pastes it into a tweet.
“This song goes out to Min Yoongi.”
Wait.
“What?”
What did he just say?
Wasn’t this his own name?
The song is already playing. Panicking he looks for the message he automatically posted.
Park Jimin.
What?
Aside from wondering if it really was Jimin who sent this, he never expected to be wooed by a track from Dirty Dancing. Sure, it is a classic, but also an awfully cheesy song to choose. But it still doesn't change the fact that Jimin sent it.
After what has to be the fifth time he reads the name, he decides that he is finally going insane. Does Jimin actually mean him when he talks about “the one”?
That can’t be.
Or can it?
A warm feeling starts spreading in his chest, and a dopey smile grows on his face when he hears his phone going haywire.
Like many things in Yoongi’s life, this is too good to be true. And it is exactly that.
Although it is already past 11 pm their radio twitter is overflowing with notifications. Hundreds of retweets and even more comments. Some of them cheering for them, the other half sad, that Jimin chose him.
Which he didn’t. Because there is one tweet from Jimin himself.
Yoongi isn’t particularly sad, but a bitter aftertaste is still there. The little hope he had that there could be anything between them now completely vanishes.
His phone dings again with another text from Hoseok.
Sure, Hoseok knows about their first night, but he never told him about his crush, but the message seriously makes him question if his best friend knows more than Yoongi thinks. But he simply pushes it aside. His best friend is probably just worried about him because of all the comments on Twitter.
After reading the last text, Yoongi huffs in exasperation, leaning back in his swivel chair and letting his arm fall over eyes. It’s definitely time to go to bed and let this whole disaster pass.
While packing up his things, Namjoon, the DJ for the graveyard shift, who is also his friend from the music department, comes in. A tall guy, with dimples as deep as the ocean and a calming presence, which doesn’t save him from breaking things all the time.
“Hey, saw that stuff on twitter. You fine, man?”
“Why is everyone suddenly so concerned about me?”
“Uh, someone's pissed. Only wanted to check up on you. You know? Like friends do?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs. “Sorry.” He tries to calm his nerves, massaging his temples. “I guess it got me more stressed out than I thought. I think I just need to sleep it off.”
“Sure, do that. Sleep is always a good idea.” With a small nod and a dimpled smile, Namjoon turns around, moving directly to the chair in front of the microphone.
Yoongi takes that as his cue to finally get going, heading straight home.
♫♪ Dean Lewis – Waves ♫♪
Jimin doesn't know why he sent that tweet so fast. He isn’t lying though, he literally didn’t send the song for Yoongi. But who did? In his name? Slowly Jimin puts the pieces together. With a jolt, he sits up. Not many people know about his crush. And there is only one person, who would think this is a good idea.
“Taehyung, you little shit!” he growls, storming out of his room. Knocking furiously on his best friend’s, slash roommate’s, door after finding it locked.
“Open the door, asshole!”
“No.”
“I know it was you who sent the message. Open. Up. Now.” Only silence from the other side of the door. “Or~ you can say goodbye to your beloved Gucci slippers.”
Suddenly Jimin can hear shuffling and a second later Taehyung slams the door open with a panicked expression on his face.
“Please, not the slippers.”
“I will think about it.” Jimin crosses his arms in front of his chest. “But only if you give me a very good reason why I shouldn’t, after the stunt you just pulled.”
He can see Taehyung swallowing hard, but he doesn't care, his anger still very much present.
“Okay.” Taehyung steps back into the room, leaving the door open as an invitation for Jimin to come in. He lets himself flop down on his bed trying to look everywhere but his best friend.
“You see. I…,” he drifts off as if looking for the right words. Jimin waits, patiently so, to hopefully get some kind of rational answer for this whole mess. “I only wanted to help you.”
Jimin looks at him incredulously.
“How should that help me? Other than embarrass me in front of our whole university and Yoongi?” Temper flaring, he can’t find it in him to stop talking. “You even sent it during his show. He had to read it for himself! How fucked up is that?”
When Jimin stops his lecture, he tries to catch his breath, huffing in anger. Taehyung is staring at him with big eyes, mouth hanging open.
“I didn't think of that,” he answers in a small voice.
“No shit.” Jimin looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Look, I wanted to give you two a nudge in the right direction. It’s painful watching you dance around each other. Like this, all you had to do was wait until he said yes, which he totally would have.” Taehyung leans back on his bed, giving Jimin an apologetic smile.
Jimin can’t believe him, so he just stands there, trying to jump-start his brain again.
“Are you serious right now?”
His best friend nods.
“You legitimately thought this would work?”
Another nod.
“You’re nuts. Completely nuts! Yoongi doesn’t even like me like that, and he hates the spring festival.”
“He would go for you. And I already told you, I’m 1000% sure that he has a crush on you.”
Jimin doesn't know why he is blushing furiously right now. His whole face feels like it is on fire. He knows sending the tweet was the correct thing to do, but now there is a small voice in the back of his head wondering if it actually was the right decision.
All of a sudden his best friend starts laughing, literally bending over in laughter.
“What’s so funny?!” Jimin spits.
“Look at your face, Chim. You have it really bad for him, huh?” Taehyung has the biggest grin on his face.
This makes Jimin think back to that one night with Yoongi. It admittedly was the best sex he’s ever had, but it isn't only about that. From the first word he spoke to Yoongi, he felt himself falling. The rough tone of his voice, the shy smiles, the blush on the tips of his ears. He was just in too deep, way too fast, so he bolted. After the mind-blowing sex. While Yoongi was sleeping. Looking like a dumpling with his soft cheeks and the button nose. A memory that still makes Jimin coo uncontrollably. Jimin is still embarrassed for leaving him like that, and he knows that Yoongi will for sure think of it as a mistake by now.
Apparently, he said the last part aloud, because Taehyung huffs and answers.
“He would never think that. Never. You hear me?” He is now standing in front of Jimin, taking his face into his large, soft hands. “You’re precious, kind and an amazing person. Don’t be too hard on yourself because you fell in love.”
Jimin sighs, looking into Taehyung’s big puppy eyes. He pouts, but then slowly nods in his best friends hold.
“And now, I’m sorry, that I didn’t think it through before sending the message, but please, promise me you will take care of it yourself.”
Jimin is still pouting but nods at his roommate's words. But as he is a petty person he adds, “the song you chose is awful.” making the taller one stare at him in shock.
“It is a masterpiece, okay?!”
Soon they are both laughing together again, though the voice in the back of Jimin’s head is now louder than ever.
What if Yoongi actually still likes him?
♫♪ Troye Sivan – Fools ♫♪
The next day is pure hell. Everyone is looking at him, whispering and giggling behind his back. He has never been as grateful before, that it is already Friday.
There is a party today and Hoseok is already talking his ear off, that he should come. And in all honesty, Yoongi might even go. He definitely needs a drink or two, just to forget what happened the day before.
“Please stop talking. I will try coming after my airing time.”
“Promise?”
“Will you stop talking about it, if I say yes?”
Hoseok’s smile and his enthusiastic nod concludes he is pleased with Yoongi’s answer, and he immediately starts talking about another topic.
Yoongi’s thoughts drift off to pretty boys with even prettier smiles.
After a while, much longer than he would like to admit, his best friend brings him back to reality and Yoongi realizes they are already standing in front of the radio station.
“Are you sure you don’t want Namjoon to jump in for you? He offered, and you’re clearly not completely here.”
“Nah,” Yoongi shrugs him off. “It will be okay, I can do this in my sleep. See you later.”
Ignoring Hoseok’s huffing he just waves at him and shuffles into the building.
It will be fine, he tells himself again, almost like a prayer.
♫♪
The radio show is, true to his word, fine. No weird messages, business as usual.
Namjoon arrives punctually to take over for him, wishing him a good time at the party and a nice weekend. For a moment Yoongi contemplates if he should quickly run by his flat to freshen up, but as it is already late, most of the people there will be drunk anyway. Dismissing the thought, he heads straight to the dorms across campus, where the party is located.
It is exactly what he expected. A few of the guests are already scattered across the front lawn, some are dancing inside, the rest is immersed in drunk conversations. Taking this as a hint, he heads directly to the common kitchen to hunt up something to get him through this night. His hand hasn’t even touched the handle of the fridge yet when he hears a very familiar screeching sound behind him.
Hoseok.
“Yooooooongles! You actually came!” He launches himself at Yoongi, putting an arm around his shoulders.
“Of course. I promised you, didn't I?“ He tries to keep his tone light. “Let me just grab a drink. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“You better be,” Hoseok demands, underlining every word with a poke to Yoongi’s chest. But as quickly as Hoseok has arrived he is gone again, only his bright laughter still ringing in the room.
Quickly Yoongi grabs a cup to fill it up with beer and heads to the living room. He sees Hoseok dancing in the middle of a few people on a makeshift dance floor, so Yoongi guesses he doesn't mind if he disappears for a while. After his few years of studying, he knows, the upper floor is still open for guests but way calmer, exactly what he needs right now. Making a beeline for the stairs, heading straight for the balcony to enjoy his beer under the stars.
To his surprise, he isn’t alone up there. The small space is already occupied by the one person he doesn't know how to approach - Jimin.
“Uh.” At Yoongi’s entrance, Jimin looks up, completely startled. “Sorry, I don't want to bother you. I can leave?” he says while already turning around to step inside the hallway again.
“No, no.” The younger boys eyes are almost comically wide as he immediately adds in a small voice, “please stay.”
“Oh, ok.” Yoongi doesn't quite know what to do with himself, becoming more and more fidgety. So he leans himself against the rail and sips on his beer, while trying not to look in the other boy's direction, but glancing there nevertheless.
“It was Tae,” Jimin starts once more, snapping his full attention to him again. “You know, the one who sent the message.” There is a slight slur in his voice, which means that he must’ve already drunk a lot, seeing as contrary to Jimin’s appearance he is quite the heavyweight.
“Ah, makes sense,” Yoongi starts while contemplating Jimin’s words. “Well, actually it doesn’t. But don’t sweat it, I got your message loud and clear.”
Out of the corners of his eyes, he can see Jimin pouting. He doesn't know what got him brave enough to say his following words.
“You know, it made me a little sad, that it didn’t come from you,” Yoongi chuckles awkwardly, rubbing subconsciously at his chest. He takes another side glance at Jimin, who is looking at him with an unreadable expression, eyebrows pulled together, lips slightly parted.
“Really?” Jimin asks, getting up from where he is seated on a chair in the corner of the balcony. “Do you mean that, Yoongi? Would you like to go on a date with me? Or maybe even to the festival?” When Jimin finishes the last question, he is standing so close to Yoongi that he suddenly finds it hard to breathe. He barely registers himself nodding to Jimin’s questions.
There is a short flicker in the younger one's eyes and suddenly Yoongi feels plush lips on his own. Although he would like to relish in the soft feeling, he also knows Jimin is drunk and can’t possibly be thinking straight. So Yoongi pushes him away softly, earning a spectacular pout from the other one.
“Jimin, what are you doing?” he breathes, not knowing how to handle the situation before him, heart beating frantically in his chest.
“Kissing you?”
“Yeah, I got that. But why? Aren’t you trying to find your mysterious one?”
“But you are the one,” Jimin whines without hesitation and Yoongi nearly chokes. “I’ve liked you since we first met and I know it’s weird. You don’t even want me.”
His voice grows more and more irritable and Yoongi can see Jimin’s eyes getting watery.
“At this first party, I was so embarrassed after we, you know, did that. I didn’t even know how to face you in the morning. Me, the little university freshman and you the hot radio DJ. You could have everyone. I was just so afraid I would be one of many.” Tears are now starting to stream down Jimin’s face, and he is hiccuping. Yoongi struggles to catch them all with his thumbs to no avail while trying to process what he had just heard. The younger boy is now rambling on about how it was the best night he’s ever had, and Yoongi, already being so soft for the boy in front of him, isn't able to stop himself from smiling serenely, but still attempts to calm him down.
After a few minutes of crying and rambling Jimin gets sleepy and finally calms down. His head resting on Yoongi’s shoulder, who is holding him up with an arm around his waist.
“Should I get you home, Jiminie?” he asks gently, getting only a small nod in return. It is moments like this, where Yoongi wishes he would be a bit stronger, so he could carry Jimin. But he isn’t, so he has to try to make it work like this. Guiding him downstairs, through the living room and then a five-minute walk to where Jimin’s dorm is located.
After eventually coaxing the younger boy to give him the keys to the door, he pushes them both inside. Thankfully the rooms have a similar layout as his old dorm, making it easy to find Jimin’s room and getting him to lie him down on the bed. Making quick work of the younger one's shoes and placing a glass of water on his bedside table. He turns around to leave when he feels small fingers on his wrist.
“Yoongi,” Jimin’s voice comes softly, although he has his eyes closed. “Please don’t hate me.”
The words make Yoongi ache. How could Jimin ever think that?
“I don’t hate you,” he whispers: “I like you very much.”
A smile spreads on Jimin’s lips, and he slowly lets go of Yoongi, immediately slipping into a deep slumber.
Once more he looks back at the sleeping figure and decides it was indeed a good idea to go to the party.
♫♪ lovelytheband – Maybe, I’m afraid ♫♪
In his honest opinion, sunlight is way too bright. At least today. Jimin groans and presses both of his hands over his face, trying to block out the light streaming into his bedroom. He gradually moves them away again, eyes still tightly closed. Irritated, he turns around to shield himself with his own back from the blinding brightness. Slowly he attempts to at least open one of his eyes, to look at how late it actually is, but the first thing he sees on his nightstand is not his phone, but a glass of water.
Suddenly it all comes crashing back.
Him kissing Yoongi.
Yoongi pushing him back.
Yoongi bringing him home.
Yoongi telling him he likes him.
Yoongi…
What?!
He jerks upright, pain immediately shooting to his head. ”Argh, fuck.” Hastily he grabs the water and jugs it down in one go. There's still a throbbing ache behind his eyes, but he tries his best to ignore it.
Was it a dream? At least he hopes that it wasn’t, though he genuinely doesn’t know, mind a bit foggy. Oh man, he shouldn’t have drunk that much. Jimin scrunches up his nose when he tastes the faint trace of alcohol in his mouth.
Slowly he opens up his eyes again, bringing his fingers up to his lips. The kiss was definitely real, but he isn’t quite sure about the rest. Did Yoongi really tell Jimin that he liked him? Did he imagine that part? Like wishful thinking? Every way Jimin turns it in is head, it is staying a blurry mess. Embarrassment is creeping up his spine, and he shivers just thinking about meeting Yoongi again.
Why the hell did he think it was a good idea to just go for it and kiss Yoongi? Jimin sighs. He feels foolish, cringing at himself. Sure, he was sad and wanted to forget, but that isn’t a good enough reason to get that wasted. Slumping back in bed, he considers his options. Maybe he will simply try to stay out of Yoongi’s way the next few days. Weeks. Months. Or better, disappear completely. Sweden is apparently nice in spring; they also have a great healthcare system.
Jimin winces again. What is he even doing? This is ridiculous. He is ridiculous. With a groan, he sits up again. Better get up now and face his best friend’s mockery sooner and get it over with.
As he stares into the bathroom mirror, he almost pities himself, looking like he was run over by a train. Big circles under his eyes, pink hair almost completely faded and his skin has definitely seen better days. He pushes the thoughts aside with a sigh and starts brushing his teeth, to get rid of the disgusting taste in his mouth. It doesn't take him long to get ready as he is staying at home anyway. So after a quick shower, he simply puts on some comfortable sweats and a loose t-shirt and heads into the shared kitchen, slash living room.
He can already smell coffee and thank the heavens for it. Taehyung is lounging on their sofa, a steaming cup in one hand, his phone in the other, and a serene smile never leaving his lips. He doesn't even notice Jimin pouring himself a big cup and only looks up as soon as his best friend sits down on the other end of the couch.
“You look like death.”
“I feel like it.”
“Figured you would need some juice of life today,” Taehyung teases, raising his cup in Jimin’s direction. Jimin reciprocates the gesture and takes a sip of the burning hot liquid. Slowly he feels his spirits returning, and can finally find it in himself to have a proper conversation.
“Why are you smiling at your phone?” Jimin grumbles in Taehyung's general direction.
“Ah. Oh. Nothing.”
Jimin waits, with eyebrows raised and a no-bullshit expression.
“Yeah. Sure. And I'm full of life right now.”
His best friend knows there is no way out and lets out a long sigh.
“It's just a guy I met yesterday at the party. We talked like the whole night. He is adorable. He looks like a bunny when he smiles and Chim, I think I'm in love.” He adds the last words dreamily, eyes drifting off into the distance, the smile reappearing on his face. And Jimin couldn't help the small tug at the corner of his own lips. Taehyung looks back at Jimin with the full-grown boxy grin he loves so much on his friend. They stare at each other, smiles growing bigger and bigger. Soon enough both start giggling on the couch like little school kids, falling into each other, wiping away their tears.
After a few moments, they catch their breaths again, sitting back upright, their legs still tangled between them on the couch.
“But enough of me, my dearest Chim, I saw you walking home with Yoongi.” He wiggles his eyebrows at his best friend. The question catches Jimin off guard, and he nearly chokes on the sip of coffee he just took. Coughing, he feels heat spreading high on his cheekbones.
“You must have hallucinated.” His voice comes out in a high pitch.
“You seriously wanna play the same game I lost a few seconds ago?”
“Tae,” Jimin begins, but immediately knows that he will lose anyway. “Okay, fine. He brought me home. But nothing happened. I mean he pushedmeawaywhenItriedtokisshim,” Jimin mumbles the last part into his cup.
“You what?!”
Jimin looks away, trying to hide his face behind the huge cup of coffee, which is now blazing red.
“I was extremely drunk, okay?” he pushes out through his teeth. “I know it’s not an excuse…,” He lets his words drift off, as he has no idea what he actually wants to say. “Tae, what should I do? He hates me for sure now.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that, I mean he has it bad for you.”
“You don’t know that. And I’m just so damn embarrassed right now. I don’t even want to look into the mirror.”
“Did you talk to him?”
“I think so? It’s all sort of blurry.”
“Why did you even drink that much?”
“Well, I- I wanted to forget about him.” He laughs mechanically at his own words. “It didn’t quite turn out the way I expected.”
“You don’t say. But Jimin…”
“Oh god, you used my real name.”
“Why don’t you just-”
“No. No. No. I don’t wanna hear it.”
“You don’t even know what I want to say.”
Jimin sends a sharp look in his best friend’s direction “Jimin, you should go to him and confess, that you’ve been in love with him for more than two fucking years,“ he tries in his best imitation of Taehyung’s deeper voice. “Is that about it? Because I don’t wanna hear it. He’s not into me. And if we didn’t have proof before, we have it now. He pushed me away when I tried to get close to him. So please, stop it. It only hurts.”
He doesn't even notice the tears running down his face until Taehyung leans over to wipe them away, delicately as if Jimin is fragile. When he looks up again, he is met by sad eyes, but he isn't finished yet.
"And what in your opinion should I even say? Hey, I've been in love with you since I first saw you, but you were so hot that I snuck out in the morning so you couldn't dump me." He hiccups, turning away from his best friend’s soft gaze.
“I’m sorry, Chim. Please don’t cry. I won’t mention it anymore, okay?” There is a pleading in his voice and Jimin knows he means it.
Still sniffing he nods, trying to wipe at the falling tears.
“Tell me about your bunny boy,” he tries to change the subject in a broken voice, not wanting to dwell further on his unrequited love. Taehyung waits a moment, looking at Jimin’s tear-streaked face; looking for something. What, Jimin isn’t sure but also doesn't care about enough for right now. But it seems like he found it when he just gives a small nod and starts to tell him about everything that happened the night before. And Jimin is glad. Glad that he doesn't have to think about it anymore, at least for the moment.
♫♪ Walking On Cars – Catch Me If you can ♫♪
The whole weekend Yoongi thinks about what he should actually do regarding everything Jimin said to him. Drunken confessions are normally true. Right? But he can't be sure, as much as he wishes them to be. He has to talk to Jimin, otherwise, he will never know.
When Monday comes, he is determined to find Jimin as fast as he can. So after quickly grabbing a coffee, Yoongi heads directly for the dance department. The dancer always complains about how boring it is to start his week with ‘history of dance’ hence Yoongi knows exactly where he is. He follows the long hallway until he comes to a big staircase. Unfortunately, this part of the university building is one of the oldest, so there is no elevator to take him up the three stories ahead. Sighing, he tries to focus on what might be ahead for him and not on the pain he is certainly going to feel in his legs.
Completely out of breath he arrives upstairs, but he merely has a few seconds to collect himself, when he sees Jimin right in front of him walking towards the classroom.
“Hey Jimin,” as soon as the words leave Yoongi’s mouth, the younger boy turns around. When he registers, who had called him, his eyes grow big, mouth a perfect O-shape. Shock is written all over his face. When Yoongi sees Jimin’s pained expression he already feels his heart sink, but he is still set on at least talking to the younger boy.
“Can we talk?” he tries softly while closing the distance.
For a moment it seems like Jimin is frozen in place yet when he realizes Yoongi is moving, he turns around instantly and begins to run. Jimin leaves back an utterly confused and startled Yoongi who is still trying to comprehend what just happened. Did Jimin seriously run away? If he wouldn’t need to go to a class himself, he would simply wait in front of Jimin’s till he comes back, but he doesn't want to give up that soon. Yoongi comes back to the building two hours later, but the same thing happens. This is ridiculous.
The day goes by, and Yoongi finds himself standing in an empty hallway again, looking at Jimin’s receding form. He is close to giving up, but he decides to try it one last time. Waiting in front of Jimin’s last class of the day he already works on what he wants to say. As soon as the door opens, he focuses on the people exiting, so he can quickly find the blonde boy. In the mass of students, he finally spots him and immediately tries to get closer. They soon lock eyes, and there it is again – the shock.
“Jimin please, let us talk.” Yoongi pleads. Yet instead of listening Jimin immediately made a beeline for the other side of the hallway, trying to get as many students between them as possible. But Yoongi had enough of it. Enough of the running and being left behind. He starts pushing through the crowd of moving people when he suddenly feels big hands pulling him to the side.
“Yoongi stop.”
“Let me go after him Tae.”
“Yoongi! He will just run away again.”
“You don't know that.”
“But I do. I'm his best friend. Believe me.”
With a sigh, Yoongi stops trying to free himself from Taehyung's surprisingly strong grip.
“Guess what else I know because of that.”
“What?!” Yoongi spat, sudden anger flaring in his chest. Angry at the situation, at just about everything that is happening. However, something in Tae’s voice made him look up into mischievously glinting eyes.
Taehyung raises one of his eyebrows at the outburst, though continues talking nonetheless.
“He listens to your show every day. You hear me? Every. Damn. Day.”
At first, Yoongi doesn't get what he wants to tell him with this information. Only a warm feeling spreading in his body that Jimin likes his programme. Then realization suddenly hit him. If Jimin listens to his show, he listens to him. So although he can’t see him, Jimin would still hear what he had to say.
Abruptly he squishes the taller boys cheeks with both of his hands.
“You are a genius Kim Taehyung! I could kiss you.”
“I know right, but please, keep the kissing for Jimin,” he says while winking at an excited Yoongi who feels his cheeks growing hot. “Anyway, I'll get going, my work is done, everything else is up to you now. 10 bucks, if you use ‘my heart will go on’.”
“Over my dead body,” Yoongi deadpans, which makes Tae laugh and pat his shoulder. “but I already have a song in mind. I genuinely hope you're right.”
“Oh trust me, he'll hear you.”
With that, they part ways in the direction of their next classes. Although Yoongi's mind is already somewhere else entirely.
♫♪ HONNE feat. BEKA & RM – Crying over you ♫♪
Jimin is leaning against a wall, gasping for air, trying to get big gulps of it into his aching lungs. Pressing a hand against his chest, where his heart is still racing. Carefully he glances around the corner. Yoongi is nowhere to be seen. Relieve settles in his bones, but at the same time, why does this hurt so bad?
Jerking his upper body back, he resumes standing against the wall, shaking his head furiously. He isn't ready to get shut down completely. Sure, Jimin decided to finally get rid of his stupid crush, but he doesn't want to hear the definite words from Yoongi. Not willing to fully let go yet.
Eventually, his breathing evens out again, and Jimin dares to round the corner, beelining for the exit of the building. The sun is shining, the cherry trees are in full bloom, and Jimin is again reminded of how awful everything is at the moment. Stupid spring festival. Everything would still be the same if it wasn’t for that. He would still be pining after Yoongi, sure, but at least the older one wouldn’t hate him.
Jimin stands there for a moment, looking at the blossoms, thinking about getting himself a coffee. But he is simply too damn anxious to spot a familiar face, so he decides to head straight to his room. Grabbing onto the straps of his bag and looking around restlessly he hurries across his university's courtyard, running straight into something solid.
Or better, someone. With wide eyes Jimin takes a step back, already bowing and apologizing to the person in front of him until he realizes who it is.
Taehyung is looking worriedly down at him.
“Wow, are you ok Chim? You look like someone is after you.”
“Ah. Yeah, I am kinda trying to avoid...” he bites his lip before he continues talking “You know who.” With deer eyes, Jimin looks around the area again.
A deep sigh leaves Taehyung’s lips, pinching the bridge of his nose with his long elegant fingers.
“You know, you can’t run from him forever,” he exhales sharply, face still scrunched up.
“But for the moment I can, and I will.”
“And how long are you trying to keep that up? We all are friends, it’s inevitable to see each other.”
At those words Jimin winces, eyes getting glassy. He vigorously shakes his head, trying to calm himself down.
“For a while? I honestly don’t know. Maybe until I can control my feelings again? Until I won’t cry anymore every time, I see him? Something like that.”
Taehyung observes him with pity in his gaze.
“Don’t look at me like that Tae.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m a charity case. If you actually wanna help me,” Jimin looks at his best friend with puppy eyes “let’s get some ice cream, cuddle and watch Disney movies?”
Letting out a long breath Taehyung studies a pouting Jimin in front of him.
“Only if you promise me one thing,” he looks at Jimin expectantly.
“If you say I have to promise to talk to him, forget it.”
“Nah, something else.”
Jimin crosses his arms in front of his chest, lips a flat line and eyebrows raised as he regards his best friend. But he trusts him, so he waves one hand to signal his best friend to continue.
“Listen to Yoongi’s show tonight.”
Jimin is already opening his mouth to jump in but is immediately silenced by Taehyung’s big pleading eyes
“Please. Just. Promise me.”
Jimin groans, knowing he already lost this argument.
“Fine,” he presses out, “but let’s get going. I want to at least have finished one cup of ice cream when it starts, I don’t think I’ll survive it any other way.” And with that Jimin starts moving in the direction of the closest supermarket to get a shitload of his favourite ice cream.
♫♪ Neon Trees – I am the DJ ♫♪
Nighttime comes faster than expected, but Yoongi is still set on doing this. He already wrote everything down what he wants to say, as not to forget anything later.
When he walks into the studio, the DJane before him greets with a nod. Chungha announces the last song for her show and says her goodbye for the day, handing the headphones over to Yoongi as soon as she finishes.
“People are crazy today. I feel like our whole university knows like five love songs.” The black-haired girl rolls her eyes exasperatedly.
“I wish it were only today.”
They share a sad laugh at the statement, and soon she is gone, making space so Yoongi can take her place behind the microphone. Good thing this legitimately is like breathing for him, and he gets through most of his programme without any mishaps because of his nerves.
When he looks at the clock and sees that there are only 15 minutes left for him, he closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath, making himself ready for what he is about to say.
3
2
1
“We have another song request,” he inhales again, trying to steady his voice. “for Park Jimin.” But he doesn't stop there “from Min Yoongi.” Oh god, he is actually doing that. Although nobody is in the Studio with him, he is blushing furiously.
“Jimin, I know you are listening, please, please, don’t turn it off now.” His hand is shaking while he holds his little note. Coughing once more before starting to talk again.
“I know you think everything that happened between us is a mistake in my eyes. Which is not true, but I know you won’t believe me. So if you truly think that, then please trust me that this was for sure the best mistake ever happening to me and I would repeat it in a heartbeat. This connection. – I also felt it. Please let’s talk, because-” Yoongi has to calm himself before his next words, red cheeks warming up even more. “I- I like you. So. Uhm. Maybe meet me tomorrow? At the campus cafe at 11? I will wait for you there.”
This is it. He poured his heart out. Now he just has to wait and see if Jimin shows up tomorrow. Yoongi desperately wishes that this was not in vain. He draws another deep breath.
“So this song's for you.” and with that he lets his voice fade into the song he chose for Jimin.
Yoongi slowly takes off the headphones and slumps back into his chair. Sighing deeply as he rubs his face with both hands. He prays what Jimin said while he was drunk is true. Otherwise, this would go into history for being the most awkward radio announcement ever.
Time for dwelling is quickly up when he hears someone open the door to the studio.
Namjoon is standing there. Awkwardly smiling at him and slow clapping. Yup. This will possibly be everyone around campus by tomorrow morning. Great.
“You know, I think it is very brave of you to tell him like that.” Namjoon pats his shoulder while talking “He would be a fool not to come tomorrow. Seriously.”
“Thanks, Joon, I really hope you’re right.” sighing once more he waves his hand, and steps out into the chilly night air.
The wind is nice on his still heated face, and he enjoys the quiet walk home. Mentally he is already preparing some sort of speech for tomorrow, although he knows, all would be gone anyway as soon as he lays his eyes on Jimin. But at least he could try.
At home, he starts to shuffle through his wardrobe, looking for the perfect outfit. Why the hell is everything he owns black?
Suddenly he hears his front door open with a bang. His head snaps up from where he is staring at the black mass, that is his clothes.
“Yoongles you sucker!” is the first thing Yoongi hears. Definitely Hoseok’s voice. Actually, he already thought this was going to happen, so he isn’t even that caught off guard.
“You were still hung up on Jimin?! After more than two years?! And you didn’t tell me?! Your best friend on the planet,” there is rage in his best friend’s eyes and the corners of his otherwise always smiling mouth are downturned. Oh man, he is genuinely pissed off.
“I’m sorry Seok.” Yoongi lifts his hands in defeat. “I didn’t want to make a fuss about it when he didn’t show any sign that he wanted the same. So I just tried to forget about it… which didn’t really work out either.” he scratches the back of his nape, ears turning bright red.
The last thing he expects is Hoseok starting to coo at him.
“But why now?”
“Well… he kinda confessed to me drunkenly… So. Yeah.”
The last word is almost whispered, and Yoongi doesn't dare to look up into Hoseok’s judging face. But as no retort comes, he takes a glance and sees there isn’t anger anymore, instead, there is some kind of sadness.
“I’m so sorry. I didn't even notice. Well, I did notice that you had some kind of, I don’t know, infatuation with him. You let a lot slide of what he does. And I mean. A lot.”
Yoongi winces a bit at the retelling of his misery these last years. There is a short pause, but all of a sudden, Hoseok starts to laugh.
“Really, this is hilarious. So I forgive you that you didn't tell me.” He even dares to wink at Yoongi, who only rolls his eyes.
“And~ because I am such an amazing friend, I’ll help you with your outfit for tomorrow.” Hoseok takes in the chaos of clothes in the bedroom, “It looks like you might need it.” There is the heart-shaped smile again, and Yoongi can't help the smile tugging at his own lips.
“Thank you Seok,” he mumbles. Sometimes he is truly thankful for having a best friend like Hoseok.
♫♪ Shawn Mendes – Nervous ♫♪
Jimin isn’t sure if that actually happened. Two hours passed since Yoongi asked him out.
Live.
On the radio.
Positive, that the older one would tell him off after what he had said at the party, he was running from him this entire day. He most certainly did not expect that Yoongi wanted to ask him out. But now he is sitting here. Reading the tweet for the probably thousands of times, and yet he can’t believe it.
Taehyung is in the kitchen, roaming around after Jimin had withdrawn himself into his bedroom. He can’t handle his best friends grinning anymore and his very obnoxious “I told you so.”s. Slowly he gets up and resumes walking restlessly around the small space. Yoongi did that. Turned his whole world upside down again. Erased everything he thought he knew. The doorknob is cold under his fingers as he turns it to step out into the shared area again.
“Tae,” he winces, voice breaking but he’s finally ready to face his best friend. Within seconds his roommate is standing in front of him, looking at him with big expecting eyes, waiting for him to continue. As he looks up into his happy face, tears gather again in the corners of his eyes. He doesn't know why, thinking he had already shed all the tears he has, but still big drops are running down his cheeks.
“Oh god, Chim, what is it?!” Taehyung waves his hands around Jimin, not sure what is happening.
“I’m just so,” Jimin tries to collect his thoughts again, and would have never guessed what he is about to say “so happy.” He starts laughing, while sobs are still shaking his shoulders. “I’m so so happy Tae.”
Suddenly Taehyung is hugging him, sighing against him.
“I’m happy for you too. But honey, you definitely need to stop crying now. You don’t want your face to be all puffy for your date tomorrow.”
Date.
He has a date.
With Yoongi.
“I have a date with Yoongi,” he whispers more to himself, than anybody else, “and he likes me.”
His thoughts never went as far as the date, always catching on the fact that Yoongi actually likes him. Jimin's eyes grow big, still glassy with tears, which are gradually stopping, and he looks up into Taehyung's grinning face. Ever so slowly the corners of Jimin's mouth tuck up, until, eventually, he is grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Help me pick an outfit?” he asks softly, looking at his roommate with his best puppy eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask!”
Immediately they get to work. Pulling out clothes, spreading them all over the room.
“Do you wanna look cute or hot?” Taehyung sizes him up, long fingers scratching his chin, mouth pouted out. Somehow in this whole chaos they created, his glasses must have slipped, sitting lopsided on his nose. Jimin could feel his cheeks heating up, being looked at so intently.
“Wh-... I- I don’t know?”
“Mhm. Both. Maybe both. Although Yoongi always looks like dying on the inside when you’re cute.”
“Wh-What?!” Jimin’s eyes grow huge at the statement.
“You really never noticed, huh?” Taehyung smirks, eyebrows pulling up in sheer disbelieve.
All of a sudden Taehyung snaps his fingers, a sparkle in his eyes “Anyway. I know exactly what you should wear.”
♫♪ Troye Sivan – My My My! ♫♪
Nervous is not even enough to describe how Yoongi is feeling, sitting in the little cafe with an Americano in front of him. Tapping his leg constantly, checking his phone every few minutes.
10:48
It is way too early for Jimin to arrive and yet, he is already anxious, the other will not show up at all. Maybe all of this is just an incredibly stupid idea.
When he was lying in bed the day before he dared to take a look on Twitter, which he instantly regretted. The campus radio's account was going nuts. Yoongi is still surprised about the immense number of retweets and comments on his post. Half of the people are hyping him up, talking about grand gestures and romantic movies, the other half is plainly realistic, like Yoongi himself, stating that Jimin will only turn him down anyway. No big deal. They all have seen it numerous times before.
But there is, nevertheless, a tiny voice in Yoongi's head, assuring him, everything Jimin told him drunkenly is true. That he only needs to have a little faith.
He checks his phone again.
10:54
Yoongi thinks he is going insane. Soothing music is playing at the cafe, and he tries to focus on it. His fingers tapping softly to the beat. Gradually Yoongi calms down. And with a deep breath, he takes another look at his phone.
11:00
Oh god.
All of his inner turmoil is back with a vengeance. Panic is rising in his chest. Yoongi is now certain, Jimin isn’t coming. He misunderstood every advance the younger has ever made, and he really thinks it was a mistake after all.
While being caught up in his thoughts, fingers now creating a frantic rhythm, Yoongi doesn't notice the door opening. Also, he doesn't notice the figure walking up to his table, not even when it is stopping right beside him.
That someone is coughing, and finally, Yoongi sees the shadow on the tabletop. Slowly he looks up.
Small hands, fiddling with the trim of a fluffy grey sweater. But Yoongi’s head is too mushy to catch up with what is right in front of him.
The moment his brain belatedly registers Jimin is indeed standing there, Yoongi jumps up from his seat, nearly toppling over his half-full coffee.
“Y-you came.” he stumbles out, feeling his ears warm up.
Jimin looks at him with big eyes, cheeks tinted red. He quickly averts his gaze to the floor and lets out a small “yeah”, sliding into the seat across from him.
Yoongi takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, while also sitting back down.
For a few seconds, they just stay like that, both not really knowing where to start.
“So…” Yoongi starts but drifts off again, trying to find the right words. All the sleepless hours, thinking about what he should say, for nought.
Jimin doesn't look at him, playing with his sleeves, pink still dusting his soft cheeks.
Yoongi sighs, maybe he did interpret it wrongly.
“Jimin, please look at me. If you only came here to let me down, then please, tell me now. I don’t want to force you to be here simply because you don’t want to hurt me.”
Jimin whips his head up, staring at Yoongi, lips parted, eyes almost bulging out.
“No!” the younger nearly shouts, adding more calmly, “I mean, no. I want to be here. With you.” he takes a moment to gather his thoughts again. “Did you mean everything you said yesterday? You- you like me?” and it sounds so full of hope, Yoongi wants to slap himself for not noticing earlier.
His ears are burning up by now, and he has to cough before answering truthfully. “Yeah, I really like you Jimin."
It takes all of his will, not to look away and it pays off in the best way possible because Jimin shows him the most perfect smile there is. Beaming at him, eyes scrunched up into little crescent moons, making Yoongi a bit breathless.
"I can't even tell you how happy this makes me. It feels like I've waited for ages to hear those words from you, and now I can finally say it back." as if to steady himself Jimin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before serenely adding "I like you too, Yoongi."
Like a weight has been lifted, they look at each other and both can’t stop the giggles coming out of them. Laughing at how they have been too blind to see and how easy it could have been all this time.
With a soft smile, Yoongi reaches his hand out across the table, cheeks dusted rosy. Holding his breath for a moment until he feels small fingers intertwining with his.
"And what now?" Jimin asks quietly, as if not wanting to disturb their little bubble.
Yoongi hums, he never even thought to get that far.
"Well, we could start by talking and not running away?" he smirks and is pleased to see Jimin spluttering and trying to cover his face with one hand. The other still entangled with Yoongi's.
"Yoongi~," he whines, "I was ashamed and thought you hated me. How should I have known it was actually the other way around?"
"First of all, I could never hate you. And second, you could've stayed the night? That one time?" Yoongi counters, one eyebrow raised, smirking.
"B-but-" Jimin tries, face bright red, but he gives up immediately "Yeah... I wish I had the courage to stay."
Yoongi sighs, “I really tried to get in touch. Even bribing Hoseok. Not even he could get you to talk to me. All I wanted was a chance to go on a date with you. But I gave up, not wanting to push you into anything.”
Jimin bites his lower lip, eyes never leaving their intertwined fingers, obviously trying to gather his thoughts. They have time, they don’t need to rush.
“I was afraid and embarrassed.” comes Jimin’s soft voice, “You are this cool Radio DJ and I didn’t even know you then. Fresh out of high school, I was just so scared I would be one of many for you. So I made that decision for my own and told myself I’m fine with it.”
He shuts his eyes tightly, seemingly thinking of all that happened, “And it’s ridiculous when I think of it now. Because now I know you, and you are just the sweetest, kindest and softest person I know. Hard-working, passionate and god, so funny.” With the last word he opens his eyes again, smiling, looking directly at a furiously blushing Yoongi, concluding from the heat he feels emanating from his face.
It hits Yoongi right then and there just how much he adores the boy sitting in front of him, and it seems like these feelings are in fact mutual. Warmth spreads in his chest, and he rubs absentmindedly at it.
Their wholesome moment gets interrupted by a waitress asking if they need anything. So Yoongi orders a fresh Americano for himself, as his previous one got cold, a caramel Macchiato for Jimin and strawberry cheesecake to share.
When his gaze settles back on Jimin the boy is already staring at him with a slightly gaping mouth.
“Do I have something on my face?” Yoongi teases him.
“What? No! I just...,” Jimins gaze drifts down to the table shyly, “I just wonder how you knew what to get for me. That’s all.”
With a pout on his lips, he drifts off, still not looking up.
“Of course I know what you like. We have been friends for more than two years now and maybe, just maybe, I paid some extra attention to you.” Yoongi doesn’t care that he can feel his ears reddening again, only wants Jimin to understand what he feels for him, what he has felt for all this time.
“So we both ran away, in one way or another.” Yoongi sighs, “But we're here now anyway, so let's rather be happy now."
He grins at the younger, who only stares at him.
Catching himself, a big smile starts spreading on his lips. "Yes! Let's be happy."
"Together?" Yoongi adds, hopeful.
"Together." Jimin agrees.
♫♪ The End ♫♪
“I mean, it could have saved us a lot of time though. Like two years minimum.”
“Yoongi, don’t ruin the moment.”
“I’m just saying, you could have held my hand for two years already. That makes me sad.”
“Will you stop complaining if I kiss you?”
“I... ok.”
♫♪ Encore ♫♪
♫♪ Paramore – Still Into You ♫♪
The studio is dimly illuminated by the table lamp for the soundboard and a floor lamp in the back corner where the leather sofa is placed. Jimin is currently lounging on said sofa, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. Stopping from time to time to watch his boyfriend work.
He traces the outlines of Yoongi's face, coloured in a slightly red tint from the "On Air" sign above him, with his eyes. His eyebrows are set in concentration as he announces the next songs.
The gravelly tone of his voice still makes Jimin shiver, especially since he now knows how deep and scratchy it can be early in the morning when waking up. The thought brings a smile to his face. He can't help looking a little longer at the DJ who just flipped a switch and is slowly turning around.
There's surprise written on his face when he notices Jimin already watching him, but it's quickly morphing into a soft smile. Yoongi pushes off his headphones and rolls the few meters with his chair until he's standing right in front of him. Leaning towards Jimin, elbows on his knees and his chin propped up in his hands.
"Are you staring at me, Jiminie?" he teases.
"Of course," Jimin answers without even thinking. "You're hot when you're working. All serious and concentrated." Jimin knows how to push Yoongi's buttons.
Sure enough, his ears turn red instantly, quickly burying his face in his large, Jimin might say sinful, hands.
"If I'd known you'd be like this, I would have never confessed," Yoongi complains mockingly.
"Aww Yoon, we both know that's a lie." Jimin leans forward on the sofa, pulling Yoongi's hands away from his face. There's a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips and Jimin knows he's right. He inches closer and closer to his boyfriend, foreheads practically touching.
"Yoongi," Jimin breathes in the space between them.
"Mhm," Yoongi hums, eyes flickering down to Jimin's lips, anticipating but not moving.
"You," Jimin continues, licking his lips, knowing completely well how he's affecting his boyfriend.
There's another hum to acknowledge Yoongi caught what he said.
Smirking, Jimin bites and releases his lower lip. Considering if he should play a little longer, but he doesn't want to get Yoongi into any kind of trouble. So he continues in a sober voice, "you have to announce the next songs."
The change is instantaneous. Yoongi's eyes widen almost comically, urgently spinning around and putting his headphones back on. He shoots Jimin one last warning glare before fully concentrating on his actual work. And Jimin knows. He knows he'll get back at him for this.
But he absolutely doesn't care, flopping back on the smooth black leather, quietly giggling to himself. As much as he would love making out with Yoongi right now, he also knows the older can’t just ignore his work. A look at his phone’s clock tells him there are only 10 minutes of airing time left anyway, so he’ll just relax some more until his boyfriend is finished.
Only half-listening to what Yoongi’s saying and most of his concentration back on his phone, he almost doesn’t catch the last part of his announcement.
“... and remember, you can still send in your last-minute festival invitations to your crush! Like this one: Hayley Kiyoko - Girls like girls for Lee Sunmi.”
But he does. And it gives him the probably best idea of that evening to irritate his boyfriend. After a bit of thinking, he quickly types away on his phone, trying not to look too obvious when he hits send on his screen.
Barely 5 minutes left of airing time. Jimin just waits. Eagerly so.
And then it’s finally time for Yoongi’s last announcement. He already sees him copying something from their email account to twitter. Yoongi rarely looks at the messages people send in. He told him so himself, that’s what makes it so much more entertaining for Jimin when he finally reads it out loud.
“We got another last-minute music request right here. This one goes out to Min Yo-,” he stops abruptly, turning his head so fast Jimin is worried about whiplash for a second. Yoongi looks at him, eyebrows pulled up. Jimin can practically hear him say “seriously, babe?” and he just grins back mischievously, gesturing him to continue.
Sighing, Yoongi turns back to the microphone, visibly trying not to be scoff at his boyfriend’s antics.
“To Min Yoongi. I hope you’re all having a great time at the Spring Festival, and we will hear each other again on Monday. This is Suga, and you’re listening to SUA Radio.”
For a moment he just sits there, unmoving. Until he slowly grabs the big headphones, slides them off his ears and hangs them up on the screen. Shaking his head, he clicks something on the computer. Jimin guesses he must have just now posted the tweet on their Radio’s account.
Sure enough, when he refreshes his twitter feed, he finds it sitting there. Right at the top.
Still smiling at his phone, he hears Yoongi move in his chair again.
“You really had to do that, huh?” he grumbles, but Jimin can hear the amusement in his voice.
“I have no idea what you mean, Yoongi,” he replies instantly, smirk still plastered on his face, again typing on his phone.
He looks up to find Yoongi already turned around, slumping back in his chair with arms crossed in front of his chest and an eyebrow raised. If Jimin wasn’t the one insisting on going to the festival, he would marvel a bit longer at the sight that is his boyfriend. The black bandana in combination with Yoongi’s freshly bleached hair really does things to him.
“You didn’t like it?” Jimin pouts, looking at his boyfriend with his best puppy eyes.
Yoongi gets up from his seat, stretching his back a little and begins to slowly walk towards the couch.
“I’m just saying. The whole campus already knows we’re dating, no need to mark your territory.”
“But I want to tell the world,” Jimin breathes, while Yoongi lifts his hand, cupping his cheek. He snuggles into it, loving the way the rough fingers feel on his skin.
“Look at you, all cute all of a sudden.”
“Hey, I’m always cute.” He looks up into Yoongi’s face, which is now coming closer and closer as he leans in.
“Nah. You’re a brat most of the time,” Yoongi almost whispers, and Jimin can feel his breath on his lips, sees the glint in his eyes.
“But your brat,” he mutters, before finally leaning in and feeling Yoongi’s mouth gliding against his.
Jimin’s hands roam up to his boyfriend’s shoulders, further into the soft hair on his nape, nails slightly scratching, pulling him closer. Yoongi softly bites into Jimin’s lower lip, pushing him back into the soft cushions, one hand sliding up under his t-shirt, gently caressing his waist.
“Ehem.”
Oh.
Right.
They are still in the Studio.
Both their eyes fly open immediately, looking in the direction of the person clearing their throat. Namjoon is standing there awkwardly, trying to look everywhere but at them.
Unusually fast, Yoongi jumps up. “Hey Namjoon,” he quips, in a high pitch. “I-... We-... We will get going then,” he stammers, cheeks ablaze and one hand scratching at the back of his neck.
Jimin snickers a bit, but raises his hand to wave at a blushing Namjoon, who finally has the guts to let his gaze travel to the couch and greet back.
“Yeah, sure. You're going to the festival?” Namjoon tries to get this conversation into a PG13 course.
“Yup. Promised Jiminie we would,” Yoongi answers with a soft smile and god, Jimin likes him so much.
He quickly gets up, grabbing his boyfriend’s much bigger hand.
“And we should get going Yoon, it’s getting late.”
“I don’t want to hold you back. You two have fun!” With that Namjoon plops down on the swivel chair, getting ready for the job at hand.
“Ah and before I forget, go and say ‘Hi’ to Seokjin for me. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”
“I won’t kiss him for you, Joon,” Yoongi chimes in, the embarrassment from only a moment ago already forgotten.
“I will do that myself when I come home, thank you very much.” Namjoon rolls his eyes, but gives them a last dimpled smile and turns around to finally begin with his show.
They both take it as their cue to grab their things and Jimin quickly sends the tweet he intended before Yoongi interrupted him in the best way possible.
When they stand outside the building, they can already overhear the music and laughter of the festivities. Jimin is excited, bouncing up and down on his heels.
Yoongi looks at him adoringly. “Where do you want to go first Jiminie?”
“The food stalls! I’m hungry~.”
“Good, then let’s get going.” He smiles at him again. And to Jimin it’s the best thing he’s ever seen, and it’s just for him. He gives his boyfriend another quick peck on the cheek, and they set off to the Spring Festival.
Together.
