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Yoongi deposited the house keys on the small table decorated with the small vase of white flowers, which was next to the door, and went towards the kitchen smelling good food in the air. He knew that Jimin had arrived earlier that day, it was a special date for both of them.
He met Holly on the way and patted the puppy's head, who never seemed to tire, was always ready for more and more games. Yoongi compared him a lot to Jimin in that sense, the two were extremely excited for at least fourteen hours a day - because the rest of the time they were sleeping.
Arriving at the other room, he could see the one that made him happy every day for the past few years. Yoongi felt his heart double in size and beat wildly every time he laid his eyes on his husband, every time they eyes met, every time they touched. It was always like that and even after all this time, it still was.
He saw that Jimin stirred something in the pot and hummed in a distracted way the music that played on the radio that was next to a glass of wine on the counter. He leaned against the doorframe, watching that scene so simple, yet so beautiful.
He was in love with Jimin. For everything, absolutely everything, even for the ruse the blonde did when he wanted to convince him of something, because it always came with a pout that Yoongi could'nt ignore and always ended up kissing, however light it was.
And Jimin always felt it when he got close, so he turned, and went towards the one who drew sighs from him since he was just a little boy.
"Today I took up your post, chef. I hope it taste as good as the dinner you make."
Yoongi was really a chef and Jimin kind of boasted that because he was very well fed all this time, and the other Park might not even be part of a big restaurant and be known worldwide, but that he made a food to eat praying, yes he did!
And perhaps by the help of fate, Byan Adams singing about being in heaven started to sound over the speaker. They smiled at each other as they returned for several years and listened to the music that played during their first meeting, in a small ice cream parlor next to the school where the two were studying.
Jimin felt when Yoongi hugged him and heard the grunt he let out when the blonde made the two of them start to move, slowly, in that small kitchen, being lulled by the melody, by the good memories it brought to them and that still so alive even after so many years.
It was there that they made another good memory, dancing together and hurried when they smelled burning from the pot that Jimin forgot to turn off and the laughter that mixed with the excited barking of the puppy, who did not understand what was happening, but he was happy to see his humans happy.
They ended up managing to save a part, and while Jimin wiped away the tears that had accumulated in the corners of his eyes, he was surprised with a kiss from his husband.
"Happy ten years, Chim. I love you very much, you know."
"I know, and I love you just as much, Yoon. Happy ten years."
They loved each other for ten years.
And it wouldn't be over anytime soon, they were sure of it.