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Park Jimin wasn't someone you could call a hopeless romantic, but for his boyfriend - who he looks at like the latter hung the stars in the sky - he would be anything, no questions asked.
When Jimin first saw Namjoon it was almost like a butterfly effect, a glance here and the flutter of heart there. And now two years into a relationship and Jimin still has the same feelings he felt when he first saw his boyfriend.
Kim Namjoon was the exact opposite to what Jimin would’ve wanted in a potential partner but when he saw Namjoon at Seokjin’s party that fateful day, his priorities instantly changed. Namjoon was standing there beside Seokjin, looking so out of place but still so curious.
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“Jimin-ah!”, Seokjin called out to him as soon as he noticed the younger boy standing in the hallway. “Glad you finally showed up!”
“I couldn’t ever miss your birthday hyung! Happy birthday”, Jimin greets him, his pretty pretty smile on display. Standing beside them was Namjoon witnessing the whole interaction with a fond smile on his face.
“Jimin, meet my dongsaeng. This is Namjoon he's gonna be staying in Seoul from now.”, Seokjin started as he introduced Namjoon to the blonde boy, who was now looking at him appraisingly.
Namjoon cleared his throat as he extended his hand towards the shorter boy in a formal greeting, “It’s great to meet you Jimin-ssi. Jin hyung insisted I make friends so here’s me doing just that.”, Namjoon dimples. And Jimin can’t help but swoon over his adorably dented cheeks.
“If that’s the case then I insist you call me Jimin. I assume you're older than me?”
“Born in 94’ ”. “Then it’s good to meet you Namjoon hyung .” , Jimin smiles, bright. His eyes turning in the shape of crescent moons.
“Okay, so you guys carry on, I’m gonna go and see my babies.” , Seokjin interrupts their little moment, a smug smile on his face as he makes his way towards Taehyung and Hoseok perched on the couch.
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From that day on, it was an experience of sorts. Jimin getting to know Namjoon a bit better, Namjoon listening to Jimin just laugh with the warmest smile on his face. Jimin learnt so much about Namjoon, the way he was passionate, the way he loved, the way he cared, it was overwhelmingly sweet and that was what caught Jimin off guard.
Jimin was terrified of how Namjoon made him feel things. He was terrified because Jimin doesn't do emotions, he's always been bad at it but for some bizarre reason he would do anything for Namjoon.
And that's how they went back and forth, subtly hinting that they have feelings but never acting on it. By this time Namjoon had officially been a part of their little friend group and to say that their friends were tired of seeing them pathetically whipped but also acting like sore losers would be an understatement.
And one day on a specific movie night on halloween, when all the boys were sleepily watching a movie that they didn't bother paying attention to, Jimin grabbed Namjoon towards the balcony - unable to wait any longer the adoration for the older boy threatening to spill out if he kept quiet any longer - he spoke up, cradling Namjoon’s face in his hands,
“Kim Namjoon, I can’t keep this in me anymore. I adore you so much. I like being with you, it makes me feel safe but also I'm so fucking terrified, you make me feel .” He stood on his toes reaching out to kiss Namjoon on the nose . “But I'm about to risk it all and ask you this, would you make me the happiest right now by being my boyfriend?”
And then it was like a million different stars shone through Namjoon’s pretty, dark brown almond-shaped eyes, glassy but so full of adoration and love. “Park Jimin, I would gladly be your boyfriend. You make me feel like I can do anything and it’s freeing in a way. I know there’s a lot we have to learn, even though we spent the last whole year dodging our feelings but still making efforts to learn about each other I’m willing to put in the extra effort to be with you.”
And that was it for Jimin, he surged forward closing the gap between. His tiny adorable fingers on either side of Namjoon’s face, cradling it as he placed a chaste kiss to the older’s lips.
And that day they felt the shift in the atmosphere, the wind a little bit warmer, their hearts a little full of love and their faces a lot more with smiles.
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And when Namjoon first said the three words to Jimin, he felt the exact same emotion. The same amount of love or maybe a little more than he would've liked to admit at the time.
Park Jimin considered himself to be lucky to be able to fall in love with someone as gorgeous as Kim Namjoon.
And Kim Namjoon was grateful for the fucking blessing in his life that was Park Jimin.
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Two years into their relationship now, both of them are settled in together, decided to take the extra step and move in. Both having successful jobs and a super decent apartment. That was all they wanted, no needed. And they were happy.
It was a random day in January. The nights a bit cooler than the previous days and all Jimin wanted to do was go cuddle up in his boyfriend’s strong arms. So when he got home to see their apartment empty with just a small note on the fridge, he frowned. A permanent pout on his lips.
Hi baby! I have a bit of important work to complete at the office today, it may take me a while to return back home.
I prepared some pasta for you, it's in the fridge, heat it up and eat it okay! i love you .
After reading the note, Jimin moves to freshen up- to wash away the whole day’s tiredness. He wears one of Namjoon’s hoodie, the piece of clothing too big on his smaller frame. He takes the pasta that his boyfriend prepared for him and takes his seat on the couch, turning on netflix as he mindlessly watches some random rom-com.
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It was 11 in the night when Namjoon returned back home. He knows Jimin must be sleeping by now. He did text him earlier but just ended up getting short responses.
“Hi baby”, he speaks softly as he pecks Jimin’s forehead and takes in his sleeping form. The younger is wearing his clothes, which obviously look super fucking adorable but Namjoon knew better. And he knows that the younger probably had a tiring day at work.
“Joonie, hi!”, Jimin smiles sleepily, immediately snuggling in Namjoon’s arms.
“Tiring day at work bub?” , Namjoon asked.
“Mhmm, the customer was a fucking asshole. Thought it would be fun to pick on the workers, had a bit of an argument regarding that.”
“Oh minnie, i'm sorry you had to go through their bullshit baby.”, Namjoon says as he holds Jimin a bit tighter, the blonde’s entire weight on him.
“S’okay, you're here now. Make me feel better Namjoonie.”
Namjoon smiles as he runs his fingers through his hair, “What do you wanna do bub?”
“The moon looks pretty tonight, doesn't it?”, Jimin mumbles as he looks at the moonlight lighting up their balcony. It's a cool night and the moon shines a bit brighter and all Jimin wants to do is bask in it.
“It does! But the moon could never be as pretty as the boy I have in my arms.”, Namjoon dimples and all Jimin wants to do is kiss him silly!
“Shut up!”, Jimin protests, his cheeks rosy. He could never get used to Namjoon sweet talking to him.
“Let's dance under the moonlight joonie, it looks pretty and I wanna make use of this sappy romantic situation. Indulge me?”, Jimin sits up in Namjoon’s lap as he waits for Namjoon to speak up.
“I’d indulge you anytime Jiminie!”, he gets up instantly, still holding Jimin carefully as he sets him down. “We don’t have any music, baby.’
“Don't need no music when in love Joonie”, he takes Namjoon’s hands and pulls him over to the balcony.
“You call me a sweet talker, when the one saying sappy shit is you!”
“Perks of living with someone who reads so many poetic books.”
The moon shone brightly on them, the stars twinkling prettily, but maybe not as prettily as they were in Namjoon’s eyes.
Jimin felt the same fluttering in his heart as he felt all those previous times. He cups Namjoon’s face and places a deep kiss, “I love you Kim Namjoon. I fucking love you so much.”
And Namjoon smiles wide as he tightens his arms around Jimin’s lithe waist, swaying under the cool breeze. “I love you too, Park Jimin. So fucking much.”
They stay there, silently swaying under the moonlight. Their hearts beating a bit faster, their feelings so much full of love and the moon light a bit brighter.