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one day yoongi realizes life has not been the same since his fingers brushed jimin’s hair. one day yoongi realizes that the shiver down his spine every time he saw jimin dancing was a constant, a power line running wild through his body.
they fit, and when yoongi is holding jimin, he's holding love, love stored in the pretty boy with vibrant orange hair and mischievous eyes to match. mischievous and kind, so very kind, because every time yoongi feels his heart dangerously slamming against his ribcages, jimin is there to hold his hand, do it all over again: hyung, it’s okay, hold my hand, you’re going to be fine, let’s count to five, breath in and out, do it again, yeah, see, better? and yoongi doesn’t know how it is possible for so much kindness and talent to be able to fit into one person. it startles him. jimin dances, jimin sings and sometimes, shyly, writes songs too. he gives advice to taehyung and jungkook because he feels responsible for them, he falls from chairs when he laughs too hard and he’s lovely, lovely, lovely with their fans. yoongi opens his mouth and closes it, trying to wrap his mind around how jimin exists. how. how?
they’re in a cheap motel and it’s first love, silly candles, it's the 80s love-making playlist yoongi made a week before everything was arranged so they could have free, alone time together. yoongi loves jimin so very much his notebooks are all filled with lyrics that won’t ever see sunlight, pages that will only know what the sun is by yoongi’s definition of jimin’s smile and jimin’s kisses. yoongi compares jimin with the sun on almost every page of his notebook.
“how are you real, jimin-ah?
“science has yet to discover, it’s a mystery, hyung.”
“please tell me, jimin-ah, when they discover it, because until then i will lose my mind writing songs about you.”
“i could swallow you whole, hyung. i’ll eat you whole.”
yoongi dies. not really, but he does.
there’s tears in jimin’s eyes. do you love me, hyung? he asks, and yoongi laughs, smiles, comforts jimin, because how the hell would he not fall in love with the brightest little (but not really) person in the world? there’s love and love all over again, it’s love they’re making when jimin says it’s us, it’s you, thank you for choosing me, hyung and it’s love when yoongi says it’s you, jimin-ah, it’s you, you, you, and yoongi loses his sense of self because it’s all in his fingertips and his heart that’s on his sleeve and he kisses jimin’s mouth in between smiles because it’s jimin, he’s always smiling, smiling with half-crescent moons decorating his face like the very work of art he is, because he's beautiful and yoongi is so young and jimin is so young too, and because they are both dumb and insecure and in love, they both put stars in each other’s chests when they’re near.
whole explosions of stillness.
it's love.