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Yoongi wasn’t hard to please. At least he didn’t think so. He was just looking for something real, something deep, which was why he refused to admit that he was in love with Park Jimin.
They had met in university Jimin’s first year when Jimin was practicing in the dance studio late at night, and Yoongi was there to bring Hoseok his coat. To say Yoongi was angry to be interrupted at 1 am by Hoseok pleading for him to bring his coat to the studio when Yoongi was in the middle of working on a song would be an understatement. But all that anger dissipated the moment he peered into one of the studios and saw the beauty before him. Inside was a man who was tiny like Yoongi, yet his limbs extended much beyond their physical form that it didn’t matter. He was glistening with sweat, and his eyes were gently closed as he was spinning through the air, doing complex moves Yoongi didn’t know the names of. The dancer was peacefully calm—until he opened his eyes.
“Ugh!!” the man groaned in frustration.
Yoongi thought he heard him say something along the lines of “You’re stupid. You’ll never get this right,” before Yoongi started to move again, feeling like he was encroaching on the man’s privacy.
Hoseok was in the studio next door, which was a relief because even if Yoongi’s mind was still wide awake at this hour, his legs sure weren’t.
Yoongi stepped into the studio to see his friend leaning against the mirror drinking his fancy fruit-infused water. How did he drink that crap?
“Hobi, I got your coat.” Yoongi threw the coat at Hoseok’s feet. He was too lazy to pick it up, so he just waited for his friend to notice.
“Thank you! But did you really have to throw it on the floor?” Hoseok glared at Yoongi.
“Whatever.” Yoongi sighed. “Are you ready to go?”
“Just about.” Hoseok put everything away, including the portable barre in the center of the room, before turning off the lights.
“Ready?” Yoongi asked again.
“Yeah, we just need to pick up Jimin first.”
Before Yoongi could ask who that was, Hoseok was leading him into the studio next door, the one Yoongi was just watching minutes ago.
“Yah, Jimin! We’re heading back now,” Hoseok yelled over the music.
Yoongi was once again left speechless as he stared at the dancer lost in his art.
His eyes were closed. He was one with the music, rolling his body to the beat, until he opened his eyes and stopped, panting heavily. Yoongi watched the dancer watch himself in the mirror. At first, he was staring directly into his own eyes. They grew in intensity before he finally looked away.
“Can I just go through it one more time?” His voice was breathy, obviously affected by the intense labor his body had endured. But his voice was also quiet and sweet and beautiful and it somehow fit the man perfectly. Yoongi was mesmerized by the way Jimin, who was once dancing with so much fluidity and grace, had become so adorable the minute he stopped dancing.
“No, Jimin. You need to give your body a rest,” Hoseok countered.
The dancer slumped in defeat. Yoongi saw the insecurity and disappointment written on his face as he grabbed his water and drank the rest of it. Yoongi wanted to run over to him and comfort him, telling him how amazing his dancing was, but that would’ve been beyond creepy, so he stayed back and watched as Jimin finally gathered the rest of his belongings and walked toward the door. When he reached Hoseok and Yoongi, he stopped, finally noticing Yoongi’s presence. Later, he'd blame the way his body completely stilled and his mouth dropped open on the exhaustion. His mouth was left slightly open as he stared at Yoongi, and all Yoongi could do was stare back. Jimin’s cheeks were tinted rouge and his lips were plump and dark. His hair was tousled in such a way that Yoongi assumed was unintentional, but nevertheless it was fluffy and made him want to run his fingers through it. Yoongi’s eyes lowered until they connected with Jimin’s. His eyes were huge and dark and filled with so much glazed-over emotion. Yoongi’s eyes continued to trail down the rest of his face, until they went back to his lips. Yoongi could hear small breaths escape Jimin’s mouth as he came down from dancing.
“I, sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” Jimin said, interrupting Yoongi’s thoughts.
“I’m Min Yoongi, Hoseok’s friend,” Yoongi said after he figured out how words worked once again.
“Park Jimin,” Jimin replied.
Yoongi didn’t really know what to do at this point, so he opted for a small smile, which was shyly returned by the dancer.
“You guys good or...?” Hoseok asked.
Yoongi turned back to him, having forgotten he was there entirely.
Yoongi cleared his throat. “Oh yeah, I’m good.”
They finally headed out the door. Jimin turned off the lights, and Hoseok locked both of the studios up. Yoongi couldn’t really think of anything to say in the few seconds that he and Jimin waited for Hoseok to lock the other door, which normally wouldn’t have been a problem considering Yoongi was a naturally quiet person. He didn’t usually feel bothered by some silence. However, this silence felt different. It made the air thick to the point that it was hard for Yoongi to breathe. He was afraid to look at Jimin again, and he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, so he held in the urge to cough. He held in the urge to take a deep breath to try to reset his breathing. To the right of Yoongi, he heard Jimin yawn. He didn’t realize his head instinctively turning to the sound until Jimin gave him a shy smile and apologized. Yoongi was just about to tell him there was no need to apologize when Hoseok finally returned.
The trio started heading back to the dorms. Hoseok and Jimin exchanged a few words about practice which basically consisted of “Hey, how was your practice?” “Could’ve been better. How about you?” “It was absolute shit.” Both Hoseok and Yoongi gave Jimin a sympathetic smile at that. Even though Jimin wasn’t talking to him, Yoongi couldn’t help but relate. The past few weeks had not been the best for him, either. He’d been working on two tracks that just were not coming together. One was farther along than the other, and it could possibly pass as nearing finished, but Yoongi wasn’t happy with it. It didn’t give Yoongi that special feeling that his other tracks gave him. That feeling of This is me in a song, and I feel proud for having made this. Lost in thought, Yoongi didn’t realize the two dancers had fallen silent. Silence was always less awkward when there were more than two people. He didn’t feel obligated to say anything like he had earlier. He figured if Hoseok was quiet, it was safe for him to be, too. However, Yoongi couldn’t help but watch Jimin in his peripheral, struggling to keep in pace with the other two while holding his bag. He contemplated doing something. On the one hand, human interaction sucked, and Yoongi was awkward. On the other hand, Jimin was probably really tired. Hoseok was the only dancer Yoongi knew that stayed up this late to practice, and Hoseok was the hardest working person he knew. Maybe it was his clouded, sleepy brain, or maybe Jimin just had an effect on Yoongi, but Yoongi couldn’t bear to keep watching Jimin suffer, so Yoongi turned to him, grimacing at Jimin’s pained expression.
“Hey, let me take that for you.” Yoongi motioned at the bag.
“What? Oh, I’m fine.” Jimin flushed in embarrassment. Jimin would actually be the death of Yoongi. How could someone be so fucking cute??
“No, seriously, you were just dancing for god knows how long. You’re obviously tired, so let me help you,” Yoongi said.
Jimin seemed to ponder for a moment before sliding the bag off of his shoulders and handing it over to Yoongi. It was heavier than Yoongi expected. What the hell could dancers need that were so heavy?
As he was questioning what Jimin could possibly have in his bag, he felt a poke from his other side. He turned and faced Hoseok who had his bag held out and a hopeful look on his face.
“Not a chance, Hoseok,” Yoongi said, although a few paces later, Yoongi caved and found himself carrying two heavy dancer bags across his shoulders.
They continued the rest of the walk in silence until eventually reaching Jimin’s dorm.
“Thanks for carrying my bag, Min Yoongi-ssi,” Jimin said. It almost sounded like a whisper. He ducked his head after retrieving the bag and unlocked his door before quietly heading in. As he shut the door, he turned to face the two boys as they were walking away. He got to see a glimpse of Yoongi’s face one last time as Yoongi turned his head around. Knowing he had been caught was still not enough to make Yoongi turn back around. He continued to stare until Jimin eventually looked away and closed the door.
“I am way too tired to tease you tonight, but oh man are you gonna get it tomorrow.” Hoseok laughed.
Yoongi sighed. He knew trying to deny anything would be hopeless.
When Yoongi woke up the following morning, his shoulder pain was what made the memories of the previous night flood his brain. He turned his body, trying to find a comfortable position before giving up and sitting up.
He could hear Hoseok in the shower, so he figured it was probably around 8 am—way too early in Yoongi’s opinion. But when he tried to fall back asleep, he felt the same pain in his shoulders. Huh, maybe this is what gets dancers out of bed so early in the morning.
He quietly got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. Just when he was finishing his first cup, he heard Hoseok get out of the bathroom. True to his word, the first thing Hoseok said when he made eye contact with Yoongi was, “So. Jimin.”
“What about him?” Yoongi asked. He could play dumb for a bit.
“He’s a pretty handsome fellow.” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows. Gosh, Yoongi hated it when Hoseok did that.
“Sure.” Yoongi looked away and busied himself by taking another sip of his coffee.
“With his big eyes and soft sweater paws.” Hoseok batted his eyes innocently and smirked.
Truthfully, Yoongi was too caught up in Jimin’s face and dancing to notice his outfit. The more he thought about it, this kind of disappointed Yoongi. Jimin was a dancer for crying out loud, and Yoongi didn’t stop to notice his dancer body? But then again, perving on a dancer was not really something Yoongi wanted to succumb to. However, that didn’t stop the promise he made in his head to discreetly check out the rest of Jimin the next time he saw him. Then again, Yoongi doubted he would ever see the other again. His best friend may have been one of the most prominent dancers in their university, but it’s not like Yoongi knew all of the other dancers because of him.
Yoongi looked at Hoseok before rolling his eyes and drinking the last bit of his coffee. He put the mug in the sink and turned back toward his room to finish getting ready for the day.
“You gotta admit he’s cute! And he’s exactly your type!” Hoseok called out.
So what if Yoongi’s type just so happened to be soft and adorable? So what if Jimin just so happened to be the softest and most adorable human being Yoongi had ever laid eyes on?
“Yoongi hyung, I’m so sorry,”
“Then why did you call me past midnight for the second night in a row?”
Yoongi was at his desk, headphones laying next to his keyboard with soft music coming out of them. He paused the music on the computer as he was talking to Hoseok.
“You weren’t responding to my texts.”
“Maybe there was a reason I wasn’t responding to your texts.”
“Hyung,” Hoseok whined.
“Fine. What do you need?”
“Can you maybe uh,” Hoseok was obviously nervous as he paused after nearly every word.
“Just spit it out, Hoseok.”
“Can you bring my coat to the studio please? Pretty please, Hyung?” Yoongi could hear Hoseok’s sheepish smile through the phone.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Yes? I’m sorry, Hyung. I forgot it again.”
Yoongi looked over at the clock. It was nearly 1 am yet again, and he was about to brave the cold to give his dumb friend his stupid coat. Why was this his life?
“This is the last time.”
Hoseok hadn’t even finished thanking him when Yoongi hung up the phone, got up from his chair, and made the same trek to the studio.
It was even colder that day. The air was chilled, and a strong wind was blowing through Yoongi’s body, intense enough to cause a shiver to run through his body. How did Hoseok get to the studio without a coat in the first place? This was miserable! When he stepped into the dance building, it was mostly dark and quiet, save for two muffled voices. Yoongi stepped into the building and walked closer to the voices. He definitely recognized one as Hoseok, and the other was high-pitched and breathy like Jimin’s, but Yoongi hadn’t heard enough of his voice the night before to be sure.
As Yoongi drew closer, he could start to make out bits of what they were saying.
“I hope he’s not angry that we made him come here so late.”
“Nah, he goes to sleep late. He’s one of those creatives who does all of his work in the early hours of the morning,” Hoseok replied.
“Then we interrupted his work!” The voice seemed panicked.
We? Yoongi thought they were talking about him. Who else was awake now because of a dancer who sounded exactly like Hoseok? But Hoseok was the only one as far as Yoongi knew that interrupted him just now.
“Believe me, Jimin. Yoongi won’t mind,” said Hoseok with his signature teasing tone.
And that seemed to be Yoongi’s que to walk in. He didn’t even realize that he was still standing outside of the studio.
“I won’t mind what?” Yoongi asked.
“Hey, Hyung! I was just telling Jiminie that you wouldn’t mind visiting us!”
“I wouldn’t?” Yoongi asked. He was tired, after all.
“See! I told you Hobi hyung!” Jimin huffed.
“I’m only kidding,” said Yoongi. “Oh yeah, here’s your coat.” Yoongi threw the coat at Hoseok.
“Thanks again, Hyung!” Hoseok smiled brightly. Hoseok’s smile was enough to fill the entire dark and stilled studio with light. It was really something else.
“So...I’ll just be on my way then,” Yoongi said when the other two made no move to leave.
He barely turned to the door when Hoseok called out, “Wait! Yoongi hyung, wait for us!”
Yoongi sighed and leaned against the door as Hoseok and Jimin scrambled to finish up so they could all leave.
When Jimin was standing on his tiptoes to turn off the stereo, Yoongi remembered the small promise he’d made to himself earlier. He peered over to watch Jimin and saw him wearing a flowy top that hung over his small frame so delicately. He had on loose cargo pants that lay lowly on his hips, causing a small section of skin between his hip and belly button to be left uncovered as Jimin reached up.
Gosh, this man was beautiful. And his hair was similarly tousled like the previous night, but Yoongi swore it had managed to become even fluffier.
At this point, Yoongi was shamelessly staring as Jimin played with the buttons and knobs. That is, until Jimin suddenly turned around. Their eyes met, and it was Jimin who ended up blushing, not Yoongi. Yoongi thought this was incredibly strange considering he was the one that had just been caught, and he felt really bad to have made Jimin so uncomfortable. He quickly turned away and stared at the floor for a few seconds before taking out his phone. Somehow, taking his phone out made the situation even more awkward. Even with Hoseok in the room, Yoongi felt this strange pressure to talk. Maybe it was the caffeine he had just been drinking, but he kind of wanted to talk. He wanted to get to know Jimin.
“So, Hobi, I know you’ve been working on that sick hip hop number for the upcoming festival, but Jimin, what did you work on today?” Yoongi asked. He figured it was an innocent enough question.
Jimin seemed surprised to hear Yoongi talk to him, but the look of shock was quickly replaced with a smile. As blinding and infectious as Hoseok’s smile was, Jimin’s smile was soft and beautiful and so, so kind. It reached his eyes in a way that turned them into little crescents. Yoongi knew at that moment that he had to see that smile again.
“Thanks for asking, Min Yoongi-ssi! I’m also going to be performing at the same festival as Hobi hyung. But I’m doing contemporary.”
How did he smile so big as he was talking?
“Is it the dance you were working on yesterday?” Yoongi asked.
“Not exactly. That was just me trying to finesse one of the sequences we performed at the last showcase. When I saw the tape afterward, I didn’t feel like it was fluid enough, so I’m trying to fix it.”
“Yah, Jimin! It was plenty fluid!” Hoseok butt in.
“Thank you for your words of encouragement, Hyung! I just want it to be perfect, that’s all.”
“It was about as perfect as you could’ve made it, Jimin-ah. You’re way too hard on yourself.”
“Thanks,” Jimin replied shyly.
They didn’t continue the conversation until Hoseok was finally done doing whatever he was doing. They locked all the doors and walked out of the building.
“So, Min Yoongi-ssi, what’s your major?” Jimin asked.
“Music production.”
“Neat!” Jimin said. He seemed genuinely interested in Yoongi’s response, which was different from the usual doubt or boredom in the voices of the people he typically told.
“He’s actually my friend that made the track for the pop and lock dance we did at the last showcase,” Hoseok told Jimin.
“Wait, really?” Jimin turned to Yoongi with his eyes popping out of his head. “You made that? When Hyung told us his friend made the track, I assumed it was someone much older and already established in the field for at least a couple of years. You’re so talented, Min Yoongi-ssi!”
Yoongi ran his finger along the bottom of his nose, a nervous habit he had picked up. “Oh, it was nothing.”
“Hyung, you stayed up for three weeks straight to finish that track. It wasn’t nothing,” Hoseok said.
“That’s incredible!” Jimin said.
Just then, Jimin’s bag brushed against Yoongi. When he turned to it, about to ask Jimin if he could hold it for him, Jimin immediately apologized.
“Sorry, Min Yoongi-ssi.” Jimin adjusted his bag so that it was on his opposite side. It seemed just as heavy, if not heavier, on Jimin’s shoulder.
“Here, let me take that for you.”
Jimin was hesitant for a moment before sliding off the bag and handing it to Yoongi. Yoongi then turned to Hoseok and took his bag as well.
“What do you dancers even carry in these bags? These are so heavy!” Yoongi complained.
Jimin giggled. It was light and just plain adorable. “Well, I have my hip hop shoes, modern shoes, half souls, ballet slippers, a change of clothes, a hair brush, bobby pins, and a couple other things.”
“Why do you need so many shoes?” Yoongi asked incredulously.
“I have ballet in the morning, hip hop after that, and then my solo is contemporary.”
“Ah, I guess that would do it,” Yoongi replied. Ugh why’d he have to be so awkward?
“Yeah.”
“Well, at least it’s Saturday tomorrow. You look like you could use a good rest.” Yoongi internally screamed. He went from awkward to downright rude. “I mean, not that you look tired, you just seem to be exerting yourself a lot,” Yoongi rushed in.
On his other side, he could hear Hoseok snicker. He internally reminded himself to yell at Hoseok later.
“Saturdays we have company practice and then I’m a teaching assistant at a local dance studio for little kids. So it’s a little less busy, but I probably won’t be getting much more rest,” Jimin replied.
Holy shit. He teaches little kids? Yoongi didn’t particularly even like kids, and yet that information was enough for his heartbeat to pick up.
“Oh, crap. Guys,” Yoongi turned to see Hoseok ruffling through his bag. “I think I left my yoga belt in the studio.”
They all went to turn back to the studio, but Hoseok stopped the other two. “Don’t wait for me. You guys can just go ahead.” He seemed to smirk at Jimin, which was odd. Yoongi was the one who kept making a fool of himself. He was the one who was so affected by every single thing Jimin did.
Jimin only smiled. “Are you sure, Hyung? It really isn’t an inconvenience.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll see you in the morning.” He faced Yoongi. “Yoongles, we’re still on for lunch tomorrow, right?”
“Yoongles hyung, and yeah. Us, Joon, and Jin hyung, right?”
“Yup, us and Namjin.” Hoseok waved a quick goodbye and walked away.
Yoongi cringed.
“Namjin?” Jimin asked.
“Our friends Namjoon and Seokjin hyung are boyfriends, so Hobi gave them a couples name.”
“Oh, like a ship name? I love doing that! I named my friends Tae and Jungkookie ‘Taekook,’ although they’re still in denial, so they aren’t officially a couple.”
“Ah.” Yoongi cursed himself for being so bad at conversations because he had already run out of things to say.
“Where are you from, Min Yoongi-ssi?” Jimin asked. Thank the heavens Jimin said something.
“Daegu. How about you?”
“Busan. We weren’t too far away from each other, then.”
“Yeah, I guess not.”
“I can hear your accent a bit. I really like it.”
“Thanks, although I feel like it makes me stick out like a sore thumb. It’s like I don’t really belong here in Seoul, you know?”
“Does anyone really belong in Seoul? It’s such a diverse and expansive city with all these unique people trying to make it big. You have to stick out somehow or else you’ll just get swallowed up by the crowd.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. You’re really positive.”
“I try to be. I know how bad it feels to be belittled, and I don’t want anyone to ever feel that way, Min Yoongi-ssi.”
“You can call me Hyung.”
“Okay, Yoongi hyung.” Jimin’s smile was soft and hidden, but Yoongi could still see it in the way Jimin’s eyes crinkled.
“And I know what you mean,” Yoongi continued. “My parents didn’t exactly support my decision to go into music.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It was really tough at first, but it just makes me even more determined to prove them wrong.”
“Yeah, I’m glad it has pushed you harder. I wasn’t kidding when I said that you’re really good at what you do.” Jimin said the last part quietly. His voice wavered a bit.
“Thanks, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi wanted to return the compliment, tell Jimin that his dancing was exceptional, but it didn’t feel right. He didn’t want Jimin to think he was only complimenting him because Jimin had complimented Yoongi. His dancing was also so...sensual. Yoongi knew he’d be a stuttering mess if he tried to say anything about it. Maybe one day Yoongi would tell Jimin about the effect his dancing had on him, but not tonight.
“So what else do you like to do for fun?” Yoongi asked.
Jimin seemed to beam at Yoongi’s words. “Dance is my number one, but I also really love to sing and go shopping! What about you, Hyung?”
“I’m kind of in the underground rap scene, and I’m into photography.”
“Are you the friend Hobi hyung says he’s always dragging to the underground rap performances?”
“He said what?”
“He just said he has this hyung who is sooo good at rap but never puts himself out there, so Hyung has to practically drag him on stage.”
“I’m going to kill him. I swear.”
“Don’t worry, Hyung, everyone has a little stage fright.”
“I suppose. What do you do before you go on stage, you know, to combat stage fright and all?”
“I usually meditate for a bit to try to clear my mind, and then I’ll turn my phone off and do some last minute stretching.”
“Why do you turn your phone off?”
“It’s silly, but the beeping freaks me out when I’m about to perform. It’s like, I want the four minutes I’m performing to feel like I’m in an alternate universe where the rest of my life doesn’t exist. Otherwise, I get distracted.”
“Is that why you close your eyes when you dance?”
“Partially, yeah. But sometimes it’s because I don’t want to see myself in the mirror.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” They were silent for a moment. “Sorry, this just got super deep.” Jimin laughed, trying to ease the tension.
“You shouldn’t apologize.
“Thanks, Hyung.”
They finally arrived at Jimin’s door. Yoongi slung the dance bag off of his shoulder and handed it back to Jimin. He reached into his back pocket at the same time that Jimin reached into his bag, and they pulled out their phones. Neither of them were looking at each other when they both said, “Hey can I maybe have your—“
“Sure,” Jimin giggled and swapped their phones.
When they both put their phones away, Yoongi was still awkwardly standing at the door.
“I should get going,” he said.
“Actually, this might be kind of weird, and you can say no, but can I hug you?” Jimin asked. He tugged at the bottom of his shirt, unknowingly exposing more of his shoulder and collarbone.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Yoongi replied. Yoongi usually hated skinship, but Jimin was so warm and welcoming. Plus Jimin was stunning. Could Yoongi really say no?
Jimin stepped forward and closed the distance between the two. Yoongi wasn’t used to hugging someone the same size as him. Usually they were either much smaller than him (kids) or much taller than him (Namjoon). This, however, felt so right. He wasn’t awkwardly crouching down or burrowing his head into the other person’s chest.
When they released, Jimin was looking at Yoongi, and Yoongi couldn’t make himself look away. His fingers traveled to Jimin’s forehead, where a strand of hair was covering his left eye. Yoongi wanted so badly to feel how soft his hair was, so he brushed it back. Rather than putting his hand down, it stayed there. He began stroking the back of Jimin’s head. His hair was silky and smooth. Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed. A small, barely-there sigh escaped his mouth, which both encouraged Yoongi to keep going, but ultimately caused his hand to dart away.
“Sorry, your hair looked so soft,” Yoongi whispered.
“I like it when people play with it. It feels nice.”
Yoongi ran his fingers through it one more time before feeling a rush of embarrassment. What was he doing at god-knows-what-time with this guy he just met the day before?
“Uh, I’m gonna head back. Good night, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi turned away.
“Good night, Hyung,” Jimin shouted back. Okay, it wasn’t really that loud, but anything above a whisper past midnight may as well have been a shout.
Just before Yoongi turned off his bedside light to go to sleep, he saw a notification pop up on his phone.
Jimin: I enjoyed our conversation Hyung 💜 Gn
Yoongi smiled to himself as he went to sleep.
The next morning, Yoongi was rudely woken up by Hoseok barging into his room.
“Yo, Yoongles!”
“Yoongles hyung.”
“Sure, whatever.”
“Hoseok, what do you want?” Yoongi asked. So what if it sounded curt? How dare Hobi wake him up!
“A bunch of us are going to the beach tomorrow. Please say you’ll come.”
“Do you see how pale I am? Does it look like I go to the beach?”
“Please, Hyung! Jimin will be there.”
“So what? I’ve known the guy for two days.”
“All the more reason to come! You can get to know him better!”
“And why would I want to get to know him better?”
“We’ve already been over this. He’s cute, and you like cute things. Don’t think I didn’t see you watching him turn off the stereo last night.”
“Ugh, fine, I’ll go.” Yoongi gave in. He’d never admit this, but the thought of going to the beach with Jimin was kind of exciting.
“Yay! Now I’m off to company rehearsal. Bye!”
Yoongi laid back down and went back to sleep. When he woke up naturally a couple hours later, he remembered the text he had received from Jimin the night before. He opened up their conversation.
Jimin: I enjoyed our conversation Hyung 💜 Gn
Yoongi: Me too. Have fun at rehearsal and class.
Jimin responded a few minutes later.
Jimin: I will!
That night, Hoseok and Yoongi began packing for the beach after having a quick dinner.
“If I’m not going in the water, I don’t have to bring swim trunks, right?” Yoongi asked.
“Hyung, of course you’re going in the water! Just wear your trunks to the beach.”
“Fine.” Yoongi opened his drawer and found a pair of navy swim shorts.
“Hey, where’s the sunscreen?” Hoseok asked.
“We have sunscreen?”
“Oh no, Hyung, we have to get sunscreen. It’s going to be so hot tomorrow,” Hoseok whined. “Can you get some, please?”
“Now?”
“I guess we could wait until tomorrow morning, but I’d rather just get it now so that we don’t have to worry about it later.”
“So then why can’t you go get it?”
“I’m so tired,” Hoseok made a show of yawning.
“Alright, fine. Give me some money.”
Yoongi walked into the convenience store a block away from their dorm. It was almost 11 pm, so the store was mostly dead.
As he was walking toward the sunscreen, he heard the bell chime in the front, indicating more people walking in. He heard two voices. One was really deep, while the other was high and breathy. It kind of sounded like—
“Jiminie, do you know where the sunscreen is?”
“I think it’s in the back, Tae.”
Oh no. Yoongi was way too awkward for this. Abort abort! He grabbed the first bottle of sunscreen he saw and was about to walk away, when he heard the deep voice—Tae—speak again.
“Do you know who’s coming tomorrow?” Taehyung asked.
Jimin responded. “Hobi hyung from the dance company, some of his rapper friends, and us and Jungkookie as far as I know.”
“Will that guy be there?” Tae asked.
“Last I heard, Hobi hyung was trying to convince him, but he doesn’t really like the beach that much.”
“He sounds boring,” said Taehyung.
“Ugh, but Tae, you should have seen him. He was absolutely stunning. And we talked about real stuff, you know? He was so dreamy.” Jimin seemed lost in a daze as they approached the sunscreen section.
“Oh, excuse me,” Taehyung said to Yoongi.
“Sure,” Yoongi replied and hurried away.
He missed the mortified look Jimin had on his face.
“Do you think he heard?” Jimin asked in a hushed tone once Yoongi was out of sight.
“Who? That random guy? I don’t know, probably.” Taehyung made no effort to keep his voice down.
“Shhhhh. That was him!”
“Who?”
“That was Yoongi!” Jimin said in an even quieter whisper.
“That was Yoongi?”
“Yes! Now please be quiet!”
“In that case, he definitely heard.”
Jimin smacked Taehyung’s arm.
Yoongi rushed back to the dorm.
“I got the sunscreen!” he yelled out.
Hoseok looked at the can before frowning.
“Hyung, that’s store brand.”
“I am not going back to the store. Either go back and get a better brand or suck it up and use this. It’s sunscreen for crying out loud!”
“Fine. I cut up some fruits and vegetables when you were gone.”
Yoongi looked over at the container of food and reached out to take a carrot stick.
“Hey! That’s for tomorrow!”
Yoongi ate the carrot stick anyway.
“I ran into Jimin and Taehyung at the convenience store, by the way. I guess we weren’t the only ones who didn’t have sunscreen.”
“Oh that’s nice! Jimin’s friends Taehyung and Jungkook are going tomorrow with us. Jungkook is part of the dance company.”
“Cool.”
Yoongi finished packing his things, making sure to include a notebook and pencil so he could write lyrics. He’d at least try to be productive.
His mind kept drifting to the conversation he’d overheard between Jimin and Taehyung. Jimin sounded really excited about that guy. The thought that he’d been talking about Yoongi crossed Yoongi’s mind, but by the time he’d gotten back to the dorm, he had convinced himself that they were talking about another pale grump who hated the beach.
Yoongi once again woke with Hoseok barreling into his room.
“Hyung! Yoongles! Yoongles hyung! You gotta get up so we can go!”
Yoongi shifted in bed. “Ugh.”
“Hyung, get up!” Hoseok lifted Yoongi’s arm, trying to pull him up.
“Get off of me!”
“Then get up! We have to leave in 45 minutes!”
Psh, Yoongi had another 10 minutes to laze around.
“You have to look your best for Jiminie!”
“Yah, why do you keep pressing me and Jimin together? It’s not like I like him.”
“Hyung—“
“No, I mean he’s gorgeous, but I barely know the guy. Please stop.”
“I’m sorry, Hyung,” Hoseok said.
“It’s okay.”
Yoongi pried himself out of bed and headed for the shower. He washed his hair and couldn’t help but imagine running his fingers through Jimin’s again. See? Whenever Yoongi thought
about Jimin, he thought about his physical attributes—his hair, his face, his body, his laughter, his dancing—which was why there was no way it was a crush. If it was a crush, Yoongi would be thinking about his personality. Yoongi barely knew the guy’s personality.
When he got out of the shower, he heard voices in the kitchen. Namjoon and Seokjin hyung must have already been there.
He dried himself off and put on his swim trunks and a lighter blue shirt and made his way toward his friends.
The door was open a bit, and Yoongi could hear them outside applying sunscreen.
“Joonie, can you get my back?” Yoongi could hear Seokjin ask.
“Hold on, I haven’t even done myself yet!”
“Guys, stop hogging the sunscreen!” Hoseok screamed.
Yoongi decided then to venture outside.
“Whatup guys!” Yoongi said.
“Yoongles!!!” they all cheered. Sometimes Yoongi really questioned his choice in friends.
The car was packed and loaded. Yoongi would be driving, Hoseok called shotgun, and the couple was going to sit in the back. They had all offered to drive, but Yoongi didn’t really trust anyone else to drive his car.
When they arrived at the beach, Jimin and his friends were already setting up their beach blanket and umbrella.
“Yo, Jimin!” Hoseok called out.
Jimin turned over to look at them. He was wearing muted green swim trunks and a skin-tight tank top. He also had a delicate band of metal around his ankle. It shimmered when the sunlight hit it. Jimin smiled and waved at all of them.
“Hey, Hobi hyung!” Jimin responded.
When the hyungs got closer. Yoongi could see Taehyung and Jungkook get up to stand next to Jimin.
“Hey, Hyung, can you introduce us to your friends?” Jimin asked.
“Sure! You know Yoongi hyung, and then this is Seokjin hyung and Namjoon.”
“Oh Namjin! It’s nice to meet you!” Jimin seemed so excited to have made the connection. “And I’m excited to see you too, Yoongi hyung,” Jimin added in a quieter voice. They smiled at each other in a moment that felt like only the two of them shared, until Hoseok cleared his throat.
“Oh! How rude of me! This is Taehyung and Jungkook.”
Taehyung waved excitedly while Jungkook smiled shyly.
Hoseok turned to Seokjin. “This a good place to set up our stuff?”
Seokjin nodded. “Yup!”
The next ten minutes or so consisted of the hyungs setting up their blankets and umbrellas (aka Yoongi and Seokjin setting everything up while Namjoon got in the way and Hoseok talked to Jimin’s friends).
Finally, they were ready to go about their day.
Well, almost.
Yoongi was admiring the view (shut up, there was sparkly water and a bright blue sky past Jimin, too! He was definitely not staring at Jimin), when Jimin removed his tank top. Yoongi stared at Jimin’s lean and tan back before averting his gaze. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Jimin applied sunscreen.
“Real smooth.” Hoseok patted Yoongi on the shoulder as he talked in his ear.
“Shut up,” said Yoongi, without changing his line of sight.
“Hey, Tae, can you get my back?” Jimin asked.
Yoongi would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit jealous of Taehyung rubbing sunscreen all over Jimin’s back.
“How does that make you feel, Yoongles?” Hoseok asked.
“Yoongles hyung!” Yoongi turned to scowl at Hoseok.
“Are you jealous, Yoongles?”
“I’m leaving.” Yoongi turned to walk away, but he stopped when he realized he didn’t really have anywhere to go. He walked back to where he was a second ago.
“Whatever. I’m not talking to you.”
After what seemed like forever, Jimin and his friends were all lathered up with sunscreen and turning to the others.
“Wanna go in the water?” Jimin asked. He was facing all of them, but it felt like it was directed mostly at Yoongi.
“Oh, I don’t really think—“ Yoongi started.
“We’d love to!” And with that, Hoseok was dragging Yoongi as he ran toward the water. Jimin stood motionless for a second before hesitantly running behind them. The rest soon followed.
When they reached the shore, Taehyung and Jungkook immediately found a spot to make sandcastles with the wet sand, Namjoon and Seokjin went into the deeper water (they were tall after all) and started splashing each other, so that left Hoseok, Jimin, and a very reluctant Yoongi. And then Hoseok found a girl he recognized from one of his classes.
“Yeah we probably won’t see him for the rest of the day,” Yoongi said.
Jimin giggled. “Probably not. He can be quite the charmer when he wants to be.”
Memories of Hoseok charming his way into the lives of others flooded Yoongi’s brain. He internally cringed.
“Oh, you’ve got to tell me the cringiest charmer Hobi hyung story,” Jimin said.
Maybe the cringe hadn’t been so internal.
“Well, one time we were at a club, and he wasn’t even drinking. He was fully sober. And he waltzed right onto the dance floor, and let’s just say he charmed his way into the pants of this one girl before the first song was over.”
“Woah that’s not cringy, that’s just impressive,” Jimin said with awe.
“It was...yeah, I guess it was pretty impressive.” Yoongi looked down with a faint blush on his cheeks.
“You’re envious,” Jimin sensed.
“Huh?”
“You wish you had Hobi hyung’s moves.”
“I, uh—“
“Aw, Hyung, that’s so cute! I could teach you some time if you want.”
“Uh...”
“Like how to dance at a club. It really isn’t that hard. And with a bit of practice....”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Okay!”
They were silent for a moment. Jimin began making circles in the water with his finger.
“So, Hyung. What makes you hate the beach so much?” Jimin asked.
“What? I don’t hate the beach.”
“Hobi hyung had to drag you into the water,” Jimin pointed out.
“Okay fine. I don’t know. I guess I don’t really like the feeling of sand in between my toes. I hate wearing sunscreen. It’s always so bright. The water is so gross and dirty. It’s so hot out—“
“I get it! I get it!”
“It’s just not really my thing.”
“So then what’s your thing?”
“You’ll make fun of me.”
“No I won’t! I promise I won’t.”
“I pretty much spend all my time at the recording studio or at my dorm working on tracks. I only really go out to take pictures.” Yoongi didn’t know why he got all shy there, but he couldn’t
really look at Jimin.
“Did you bring your camera?”
Yoongi did. He was planning on taking pictures during sunset.
“Take pictures of me! I love photo shoots!” Jimin splashed around excitedly.
Yoongi contemplated Jimin’s suggestion. He couldn’t really think of a reason against it, so he shrugged his shoulders and agreed. He turned around to grab the camera. As he passed Taehyung, and Jungkook with a surprisingly impressive sand castle, Taehyung swatted at his leg.
“Where are you going?”
“Chill, I’m just grabbing my camera.”
Taehyung smiled at him. “Oh, okay. Don’t keep Jiminie waiting!” With a more serious tone he added, “If you hurt him, we will end you. Jungkook is a third degree black belt.” Yoongi shifted his gaze at Jungkook, who was pretending not to hear the conversation.
“Okay...?”
Yoongi walked away and came back a few minutes later with his camera. It wasn’t his big camera. He didn’t trust himself to keep it out of harm’s way (read: Namjoon’s way) at the beach.
Instead, this was his smaller camera. It wasn’t a point and shoot, but it wasn’t overly expensive, either.
Jimin was talking to a young boy when Yoongi caught up to him. The boy was doing something Yoongi thought might have been dancing? He wasn’t really sure.
“Really good, Jisung! Hey, kiddo, I’ll see you in class on Saturday. Then you can show me your moves out of the water!” The boy smiled and nodded excitedly before returning to his mother.
Jimin turned around to see Yoongi already watching him.
“Hey, Hyung! That’s an impressive camera you got there!” Jimin said, eyeing it.
“Ah, this is my old camera. I didn’t want to bring my best camera to the beach. I didn’t really trust Namjoon not to destroy it.”
Jimin giggled, Yoongi internally screamed, and before they knew it, Yoongi was starting to pose Jimin.
“Move your left arm a bit higher. No, your left arm. Perfect. Just like that.”
The first few shots, Jimin smiled. His eyes turned into crescents, and Yoongi swore the moisture rolling down his neck was from the sun beaming down on him and not the sight before him.
After a while, Yoongi decided to change things up a little.
“Okay, Jimin. For the next few pictures, don’t smile.”
“Don’t smile? What should I do with my face then?”
“I don’t know. Do what feels natural.”
Jimin thought for a moment before furrowing his brows and giving the camera the angriest face he could muster.
“Uh, Jimin? Are you okay?” Yoongi looked concerned.
“Huh, what? You said I shouldn’t smile.”
“You look really pissed off. Is that what you were going for?” Yoongi asked.
“I was going for cool and aloof.”
“That...wasn’t it. Try a more relaxed expression.”
It took Jimin a few minutes of maneuvering his face to figure it out, but once he did, he was breathtaking. Sure, the smile was beautiful, but this was different. He looked like he did the first
time Yoongi saw him dance.
“Uh, Hyung? You’re not moving. Shouldn’t you take some pictures?”
“What? Oh! Yeah.” Yoongi abruptly raised the camera to his eye and took some photos.
They went about the water and then the sandy area for over two hours before either of them realized the time.
“Oh, it’s almost one! We should get food,” said Jimin.
“Yeah, let me just text Namjoon and see if they want to get lunch.”
“Okay!”
Yoongi texted Namjoon, and a few seconds later he frowned at the response.
“Namjoon says he and Jin hyung just had lunch.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Wanna see if Taehyung and Jungkook want to join us?” Yoongi asked.
“I just asked and they said they already had lunch too.” Jimin replied.
“So I guess it’s just us,” Yoongi said.
“If that’s okay with you.”
“Sure.”
They walked around for a bit. They passed some ethnic cuisines, like French food and Thai food, but they were both in the mood for seafood. Finally, they passed by a promising stand.
“Does this look okay?” Yoongi asked.
“It looks great,” said Jimin.
They went up and ordered. Yoongi insisted on paying for Jimin’s food because he was older, and it was the right thing to do. Jimin put up a fight but let Yoongi pay in the end.
The two of them found a bench to sit on. Yoongi set the bag of food down next to him and handed one of the containers to Jimin.
“You really didn’t have to pay, Hyung.”
“Yah, it really wasn’t a big deal.”
“Okay. I just feel bad.”
“You can pay next time.”
That seemed to shut Jimin up. They opened their containers up in silence and began to eat.
After a few minutes, Yoongi noticed a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. “Hey, is that Jungkook?”
Jimin whipped his head around and looked. Sure enough, Jungkook was walking up to the same seafood stand with Taehyung trailing behind him. They ordered quickly, and when they were
looking around for somewhere to eat, they spotted Yoongi and Jimin.
“Oh, look! It’s Jimin hyung and Yoongi hyung!” Jungkook exclaimed.
“Oh, hi guys,” Jimin said.
“You should have told us you were getting food so we could have joined you!” Taehyung whined.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at Jimin. Jimin refused to look at him.
“Ah, yeah, sorry. I thought you were busy with your sandcastle.” Jimin gave Taehyung a look.
Taehyung responded at first with a confused expression, and then finally a look of recognition.
“Yeah we should probably get back to the sand castle, right Jungkookie?”
Jungkook looked up. “Oh yeah, we should.”
The two of them walked away.
“This is really good shrimp,” said Yoongi after a while.
“It is. Seafood is always better at the beach.” Jimin ate another bite of rice.
“Do you go to the beach a lot?” Yoongi inquired.
“I used to go with my friends back in Busan almost every weekend,” Jimin said fondly.
“Do you miss it? Your life before university?”
“A bit. I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but I miss my old life sometimes.”
“Me too.”
“I know you’re from Daegu, but something about you makes me feel less homesick. Maybe it’s your accent.” Jimin fidgeted.
“I’m glad I can help,” replied Yoongi. Ok that was slightly less awkward, but still so awkward.
Then Yoongi had an idea. “Hey, want to look through the pictures?”
Jimin nodded excitedly. “Of course, Hyung!”
Yoongi pulled out his camera and Jimin scooted closer to watch Yoongi flip through the pictures. Heat radiated out of Jimin, and Yoongi felt a pleasant warmth despite it being an
excruciatingly hot day.
The first few pictures were cute. Jimin was smiling and obviously happy. Real life Jimin blushed at some of his poses, but they were pretty light hearted.
Then Yoongi got to the other pictures—the pictures Yoongi told Jimin not to smile for.
Jimin’s face looked serene and graceful and, at times, mysterious.
“I really like how these ones came out,” Yoongi commented.
Jimin turned away. “I look awkward,” he said quietly.
“What? No you don’t. You look...peaceful.”
“I look like I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Jimin, what are you talking about?”
“I look out of place and ugly and I hate them.” Jimin gasped at his own words. “Sorry, Hyung. I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t hate your pictures. The lighting is really good. I just...hate the
way I look in them.”
“Jimin.” Yoongi placed a hand gently on Jimin’s back. “Please look at me.”
Jimin shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Jimin-ah. Please.”
Reluctantly, Jimin turned toward Yoongi.
“You’re beautiful. Your eyes are so big and filled with all these emotions. They really do hold the world in them. Your cheeks are so—“
“Fat and puffy.” Jimin finished.
“No. Your cheeks are so full and swirled with the most beautiful shades of strawberry pink. Your hair is so fluffy and soft. And then there’s the rest of you. And I’m way too awkward to—“
Jimin cut off Yoongi’s words (thankfully) when he surged forward, grabbing Yoongi’s shoulders as he leaned in to kiss him. Jimin’s lips brushed against Yoongi’s, and Yoongi jerked his head back.
“Sorry, I—I don’t like you like that.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Jimin ducked his head and scurried away.
Yoongi sat there for god-knows-how-long. It was true. Yoongi only liked Jimin because he was pretty. Yoongi barely knew the guy, so it wasn’t a real crush. That still didn’t erase the sinking
feeling in his stomach. Any other time Yoongi rejected someone (okay, it wasn’t that often that people were making moves, but still) he barely gave it a second thought. Why did he still feel
like he was sinking?
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Yoongi walked around some seaside shops by himself. He usually didn’t mind being alone, but he felt kind of lonely. Yoongi never felt lonely. Why
did he feel lonely? A couple hours later, he ran into Jungkook in the bathroom. He tried to wave, but Jungkook pointedly ignored him. Great. So Jungkook and Taehyung know what
happened.
Yoongi knew he hurt Jimin, but he didn’t want to lead him on by going along with the kiss, no matter how much he wanted to.
At around dinner time, he received a text from Seokjin saying they were hungry and wanted to get dinner. Seokjin also sent a selca with Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook. How did his friends meet up without him?
Yoongi walked back to their umbrellas on the beach to find four of them. Hoseok was still charming that girl, so that left Seokjin, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook. No Jimin?
“Hey guys,” Yoongi greeted them.
“Hey,” they all chorused.
“Where’s Jimin?” Yoongi asked.
“Said he wasn’t feeling well,” said Taehyung. His voice was void of any emotion.
“Oh.” The sinking feeling grew in Yoongi’s stomach.
“I saw a taco stand,” Namjoon suggested.
“Sounds good to me,” Jungkook replied. The rest of them nodded, and they headed toward the stand.
Dinner was tense, to say the least. Namjoon and Seokjin didn’t seem to know why, but they could tell something was off. Yoongi also felt like an awkward fifth wheel. He ended up sitting on
the end next to Namjoon, but both couples seemed to be engrossed in conversation, so he ended up keeping to himself. Yoongi hated to admit how much he missed Jimin. But did he miss
Jimin or did he miss having a body to make him feel less alone?
They said their goodbyes after dinner, and the hyungs left to go to their car in the opposite direction as Taehyung and Jungkook.
“Hoseok has really cool friends,” Seokjin commented.
“Uh huh,” Namjoon agreed.
Yoongi stayed silent.
When they finally got to the car, Namjoon (who called shotgun this time, despite his boyfriend’s protests) turned to Yoongi. “Okay, Hyung. Spill.”
“What?”
“Why did Jimin leave? Why was everything weird and tense.”
“Nothing was weird.”
“Yes it was, and you know it. Come on, Hyung, what happened?”
“He may have tried to kiss me.”
“That’s great! Hobi hyung will be so happy to hear.”
“Wait, he tried to kiss you?” Seokjin piped in.
“Yeah, I sort of pulled away.”
“Why would you do that? Jimin’s hot!” Namjoon said.
“I’m right here!” called Seokjin from the back.
“Not as hot as you, love,” Namjoon reassured him.
“But I don’t know him. I only like him for his beauty. His pretty face and rock hard body. His graceful dancing and fluid movements. I don’t actually know him.”
“That’s why you go on dates, Hyung. That’s why you take the time to get to know him.”
“But shouldn’t I get to know him before I kiss him?”
“What’s Jimin’s full name?”
“Park Jimin.”
“What’s his major?”
“Double major dance and vocal performance.”
“Where is he from?”
“Busan.”
“When did he start dancing?”
“When he was three.”
“How about singing?”
“He started lessons when he was 11.”
“What are his goals and aspirations?”
“Either to join a modern dance company or become a trainee, although he thinks he’s too old for that, which is crazy because have you seen him dance? It’s incredible.”
“Don’t you see, Hyung? You don’t just like him for his good looks. You like him for him. And so what if this attraction is partially superficial? Romantic partners are supposed to be beautiful
in your eyes.”
“But I still don’t know his pet peeves, or the story of how he got his driver’s license, or if he’s ever been out of the country, or—“
“And that’s okay. Do you think I knew all of that before going on a date with Jin hyung?”
“No?”
“You’re right. I knew so little compared to what I know now. But I was able to get to know him through coffee dates, dinner dates, and Netflix and chill dates.”
“Netflix and chill?”
“What I’m saying is that it doesn’t matter what order you find out all the information in. So what if there’s some kissing in between?”
Yoongi widened his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. “Shit. I totally fucked up.”
“It’s okay, Yoongi. But you have to talk to him.”
The next day, Yoongi bought a bouquet of flowers and went to Jimin’s and Taehyung’s shared dorm. He had bribed Hoseok earlier for the address.
He took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Yoongi had thought of a couple things to say to Jimin, but he didn’t have much more of a script other than, “Jimin I am such an idiot I’m so sorry please forgive me.”
Taehyung answered the door and Yoongi gulped at the stern look on his face.
“What do you want?” Taehyung asked.
Yoongi didn’t comment on the disrespect because he figured it was warranted.
“Please let me speak to him,” Yoongi pleaded.
Just then, Jimin appeared behind Taehyung.
“It’s okay. You can let him in.”
“You sure?” Taehyung turned to Jimin.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, I’ll be in my room if you need me.”
As Taehyung was leaving, he turned back to Yoongi and narrowed his eyes at him in an I’m watching you look.
Jimin opened the door wider to let Yoongi in.
The space was homey, which wasn’t surprising considering that Jimin and Taehyung lived there. Those two were some of the warmest people Yoongi knew (even if Taehyung was quite
possibly glaring daggers at him through his room).
They sat on the couch, and Yoongi placed the flowers next to him. If Jimin noticed them, he didn’t say anything.
“Hobi hyung said you might stop by.”
“Look, Jimin,” Yoongi began.
“No, I want to go first.” Jimin inhaled. “I’m sorry. I read the situation wrong and ran, and I’m sorry. I made everything weird. Just because you said nice things doesn’t mean you have to like
me like that. I assumed too much. I’m really sorry.” Jimin offered a weak and unconvincing smile.
“But Jimin. The thing is, I’m stupid. I’m really stupid. I have this messed up idea that I have to like someone for their personality and not their looks.”
“You don’t like my personality?” Jimin’s lip quivered.
“Wait, no! That’s not what I meant. It’s just...I have such high expectations for myself. I feel like I basically have to know and love everything about a person before I can like them. But that’s stupid. Gosh, Jimin, I like you so much. I didn’t realize just how much I like you beyond your beautiful face. I love how you talk about your friends back in Busan. You seem to care about them so much. I love how you talk about your parents. I love how you are so good with kids. I love how I make you less homesick. I love how you giggle at everything. I love the way your body moves with music, or without music, I don’t care! And I just may grow to love you too. And the uncertainty scares me, because I just met you, but I want to give us a try.”
Jimin sniffled, and a tear trailed down his cheek. “Aw, Hyung. You’re so sweet. I really really like you too.”
Yoongi closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss Jimin. When their lips touched, Jimin pulled away. Yoongi opened his eyes with a fearful expression on his face.
“Just kidding,” Jimin smirked and closed the distance. Finally they kissed for real, the flowers beside Yoongi left untouched.