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Yoongi lays his head on Jin’s lap, his head turned towards the TV. They’ve been watching a variety of movies and TV shows all day, proclaiming it to be the laziest of all lazy days. Seokjin continues to card his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair, just as he’s been doing all day. Yoongi finds comfort in moments like this, days like these.
They’ve been together for a couple years now and despite all of the memories they’ve made, Yoongi still considers these kinds of days to be his favorite way to spend time with Jin. They’re able to be in each other’s presence and still feel each other’s love without saying or doing anything.
Only soulmates get to experience a love like this.
“Yoongi?”
The boy turns his head, looking up at his boyfriend, only to find that the elder is already looking back at him. “Yeah?”
“What’re your favorite kind of flowers?”
Yoongi smiles, his cheeks beginning to turn pink. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I don’t think you’ve ever told me. We’ve been together for three, almost four, years and I don’t know your favorite kind of flower. I think that’s an important fact that I should know about you.”
“I don’t know your favorite flower, though? Should I?”
Seokjin shakes his head, seeing the flash of worry in Yoongi’s eyes. Yoongi prides himself on knowing everything there is to know about his boyfriend. He likes learning little facts about him. He likes knowing everything that makes Seokjin who he is. But now that they’re on the subject, he’s realizing that he doesn’t know the elder’s favorite flower.
“No. I don’t have one.”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
He again shakes his head from side to side, denying Yoongi’s verbalized thought bubble. “I don’t. I’ve never been much of a flower person.”
“But I’ve given you flowers before? You said you liked them?”
“I did, baby. I loved them. They were all very beautiful.”
“Oh.”
Jin brushes the loose strands of hair from Yoongi’s face, patting his head. Yoongi reaches for his boyfriend’s free hand, mindlessly toying with his fingers. He intertwines them with his own, loosely bending them back and forth, and counting them over and over again. Yoongi does all of this while keeping his eyes on Jin, not ever looking down to take note of his own actions.
“So, do you have a favorite flower?”
Yoongi nods his head. “I do.”
“Do you want to tell me?”
“Guess,” he says with a cheeky grin.
Seokjin snickers. “You’re really going to make me guess?” Yoongi’s smile grows even wider. “You’re such a brat.”
“Guess!” he whines, lips beginning to curl outward into a pout. If they weren’t at such a weird angle, Seokjin would lean in to kiss the pout away.
He hums, looking down at Yoongi. He raises his brows at the elder, attempting to tease him. Yoongi is awfully cute and he knows it. He has Seokjin wrapped around his little finger. He always has.
Ever since the day they met, Seokjin has been enamored by Yoongi. His spirit, his determination, his heart for others. His heart for this world. Seokjin has never met anyone quite like his boyfriend and he’s fairly certain he never will again.
Yoongi is one of a kind. Jin has to remind himself daily that he’s the luckiest person on this planet because he gets to experience life with Yoongi. They’re each other’s soulmates. It’s an idea Seokjin has never quite believed in but Yoongi always has. It was one of the first things the boy said to him.
“Do you believe in soulmates? That two people are destined to be together?”
“Why do you ask?”
“That sounds like a no.”
“I don’t have an opinion on it.”
“Everyone has an opinion.”
“Not everyone.”
“Yes, everyone.”
“What’s yours then?”
“That you’re mine."
Seokjin has never been able to forget that conversation. At the time, Yoongi’s love of the idea of soulmates was one of the most fascinating things about him. It left Seokjin interested and curious about the boy. Now, it’s become one of the best things about him. He stands by his belief that he and Seokjin are soulmates. He probably always will.
As Yoongi gazes up at him, eyebrows wiggling as he waits for his boyfriend’s guess, an idea pops into Jin’s head. He doesn’t actually have any guesses right now but the game that his mind has conjured up sounds like it could be fun.
“I have an idea. A game.”
“Do tell.”
“We go on three different dates. Each date, I’ll buy you a new bouquet of flowers, ones that I think could be your favorite. After all three dates have ended, you can tell me if I was correct or not. It’ll be up to you to decide if you tell me which bouquet was correct or if you want me to guess until I get it right. And, if you want to help me out, you can give me hints about the flowers. For example, if I buy you sunflowers and those aren’t your favorite, you could say it’s the right shape or color but not the right flower. Does that all make sense?”
At the very least, Yoongi seems interested in the idea. It’s a sweet gesture and Yoongi loves any kind of sweet gesture from his boyfriend. “So, three dates, three different bouquets? If you’re right, you win. And, if you’re wrong, I win?”
“I suppose that’s one way to look at it.”
“What’s the prize?”
“Whatever the winner wants it to be, I guess.”
Yoongi nods his head, following along. “And, I don’t have to do anything? I simply receive bundles of flowers just because?”
“Pretty much.”
“Then, I’m in. When’s our first date?”
Seokjin laughs at his eager attitude. Personally, he enjoyed the small game idea that he thought of but he wasn’t sure how Yoongi would take to it. He’s happy that his boyfriend is so willing to take part.
“Tomorrow? We already had plans to eat out so I’ll bring you your first bouquet then.”
“Okay! I’m sure they’ll look very pretty. Just like you.”
He quickly adjusts to the awkward angle they’re in, hunching over so that his lips can reach down to Yoongi’s. The kiss is soft and delicate, much like Yoongi himself. He’s always been able to feel the love that Yoongi has for him when they kiss. There isn’t a day that goes by where Seokjin doesn’t think about how he ran away from Yoongi on the night they first kissed.
“You’re pouting,” Seokjin had said as he looked back at Yoongi, standing in his doorway, eyes pleading with the elder not to abandon him.
“And, you’re leaving.”
Yoongi really let him have it. Well, in the most Yoongi way possible. Seokjin felt something that he had never experienced before when he first kissed Yoongi. He was scared of what it could mean. He was even more scared that he might do or say something to hurt Yoongi in the future. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt him. He’s spent years working hard not to.
Yoongi means something to Seokjin. He’s special. Seokjin can’t recall a single relationship that he’s ever been in where he felt so panicked over not knowing their favorite flower. But with Yoongi, not knowing even the smallest detail about him, makes Seokjin feel like he’s missing out. And, he never wants to miss out on knowing more about the younger boy.
When Seokjin arrives to pick up Yoongi for their date the next night, he’s first greeted by Holly, who jumps up to him, demanding to be pet. At this point, Holly is more both of theirs than he is just Yoongi’s. He may live with Yoongi but Seokjin has been known to come over from time to time only to see Holly. Though, those days usually end with the three of them – Jin, Holly, and Yoongi – all cuddling together.
Once Holly’s love attack has ceased, Jin reveals the first bouquet that he’s been hiding behind his back. It’s a bundle of pink carnations, all varying in light and dark tones. Yoongi’s eyes light up, which is a good sign for the elder.
“Jinnie, these are beautiful.”
“The pink reminded me of you.”
He blushes, proving Jin’s statement to be true. “I love them, thank you.”
“Are they your favorite?” he asks, following Yoongi into his home. Yoongi wants to put the flowers in a vase with some water before they adventure off to their dinner date.
He giggles to himself, purposely ignoring Seokjin’s question. “I’m excited for our date tonight. We haven’t been on a proper date in a while.”
Jin teasingly narrows his eyes at his boyfriend. “That doesn’t answer the question, Yoongi.”
“I know.”
“So, they’re not your favorite?”
Yoongi remains silent for a few seconds before answering. “I like the color.”
So, pink. He likes pink flowers, Seokjin mentally notes. He doesn’t acknowledge it for the rest of the night. Their date isn’t about flowers. It’s about spending time with one another and being happy together.
Seokjin’s little flower game is a background note to the rest of their evening. As much as he would like to have guessed Yoongi’s favorite flower on the first attempt, he’s more than happy to continue trying.
Plus, that means he gets to give Yoongi more flowers. Granted, he could do so at any time and Yoongi would still be excited but this game gives him a reason to. He’ll have to choose the next date that he brings flowers to wisely. He doesn’t want his boyfriend to be expecting it. He wants it to come as a surprise. Seokjin wants Yoongi’s raw, genuine reaction to the flowers.
However, Yoongi being who he is, does come to expect it. Their next date comes only a week later. Yoongi planned a picnic for the two, mimicking their first date. Seokjin does bring a bag with him but it’s only filled with food, which secretly disappoints Yoongi. His disappointment is displayed all across his face, though, letting Seokjin in on how he’s feeling.
“What’s wrong, love?”
“No flowers?”
“Were you expecting flowers?”
Yoongi shrugs, slightly nodding his head. “I thought we were playing that game? The one where you guess my favorite flower?”
“I can’t bring them to every date, Yoongi.”
“But you said three dates. Wouldn’t this be date number two?”
Jin smiles. Yoongi’s lips may not be pouted but his voice surely makes it sound like they should be. “Technically, I said I would bring flowers to three dates. I never said the dates were going to be consecutive.”
“Oh.”
“Why? Were you excited to see my guess?” Yoongi nods his head. “I’m still thinking of what you might like, baby. Don’t worry, you’ll have my second guess soon enough.”
“Okay,” he says, softly.
Yoongi’s head drops, a hint of sadness taking over him. Jin quickly reaches out, placing a finger under his chin to lift his gaze back up to meet his own. He brings Yoongi in for a sweet kiss, hoping that his love for the boy comes across.
“I love you,” he mumbles against Yoongi’s lips, just in case the kiss wasn’t enough.
“I love you, too.”
Three days later, Yoongi is surprised when Jin arrives at his apartment with a new bouquet of flowers. He would hardly consider tonight to be a date. They’re hanging out, ordering in, and watching movies, just like they always do on Sunday night.
But even with the shock coursing through his system, he can’t help but feel loved and cared for. Seokjin has the biggest smile on his face as he presents the new batch of flowers, hopefulness ever-present in his eyes.
"Is this a date?”
“I like to think so.”
“But,” Yoongi looks down at his clothing. “I’m wearing pajamas.”
Jin laughs, endeared by his boyfriend. “And, you look very beautiful. I have the most beautiful date.”
The elder steps inside the apartment, handing the flowers off to Yoongi. Like before, he doesn’t say much. He sniffs them, taking in the sweet scent but it only lasts for a few moments. He turns on his heel, walking towards his kitchen. The carnations are still living but some of them are beginning to wither.
Yoongi grabs a new vase from his cabinet, filling it with water before cutting part of the stems off the new flowers so that they’ll comfortably fit inside. The new flowers are pink roses with one or two red ones in between. Yoongi adores them, just like he did the carnations but they aren’t his favorite.
“I like the look of these.”
So, he’s getting closer.
He thought for sure these would be the right ones. He couldn’t think of any other pink flower that would look nice in a bouquet. Though, maybe Yoongi prefers wildflowers. Maybe he prefers smaller, less elegant flowers. Seokjin will have to do more research in order to find the perfect flower for his final guess.
Just like before, Jin doesn’t acknowledge the flowers during the night. He enjoys his time with Yoongi, cuddling with both him and Holly on the couch. At the request of his boyfriend, Jin stays over at Yoongi’s apartment. He’s thankful for it, too, because there’s no way he would’ve been able to make it home without having to pull over or risk falling asleep at the wheel.
“Jinnie?” Yoongi asks, his voice filling the quiet, dark room. He’s laying on Jin’s chest, causing his words to vibrate through the elder’s sternum.
“Yeah?”
“Why are you so determined to guess my favorite flower? If you really wanted to know, I would tell you. I only asked you to guess to tease you.”
He smiles. “I know.”
“So…?”
“I don’t know. I like the idea of guessing. I like to think that after all these years, I know you well enough to know your favorite flower. I’ve given you so many before but I never quite paid attention to which one made you the happiest.”
Yoongi has a specific response that he wants to give but he keeps it to himself. “Oh.”
“I’m sure there are many flowers that you like. After all, you’re the Earth, my Earth, and I like to believe that the Earth loves all kinds of flowers.”
“I do,” he giggles.
“But I also believe that there’s one very specific flower that you care for the most. If you really were the Earth, like, the physical thing we’re living on, I think there’s probably one flower that you’d look after and that you’d protect. You wouldn’t let anything happen to it. It’d be your favorite. And, I think, after all this time, I should know what that is.”
Yoongi curls up to Jin, using his arm across the elder’s chest to pull himself closer. “You’re so poetic. They’re just flowers, Jin.”
“I know. But it’s your favorite flower that we’re talking about here. And, I like knowing every little thing about you. That includes your favorite, insert object here.”
He laughs. “Do you really not have a favorite flower?”
“No.”
“Is it because you’re the Moon? And, Moon’s are cold and dark so they don’t like flowers?”
“Are you calling me cold and dark, Min Yoongi?”
His laughter fills the room. It’s still, to this very day, Seokjin’s favorite sound. Hearing Yoongi say, ‘I love you’, is a very close second. “Not at all. I think you’re warm and loving and bright.”
“Good.”
“But not having a favorite flower does make you a bit cold. Who doesn’t have a favorite flower? That’s just crazy.”
Seokjin lightly pinches his boyfriend’s side, making him jump. “Maybe I’ll find a favorite flower one day.”
“I hope so. Favorite flowers make everything better.”
“Oh, yeah? Want to tell me all about yours?”
Yoongi snickers. “Not until after you bring me that third bouquet, Jinnie.”
“Yeah, yeah, alright,” he says, kissing Yoongi’s temple. “I’ll get it right, I know I will.”
“I believe in you,” Yoongi murmurs, slowly drifting off.
The third date in this game of flowers doesn’t come around for another two weeks. Both boys get caught up in work, visiting family, or spending time with friends. They simply didn’t have the time to plan out a date. For a while, Yoongi was starting to forget about Jin’s guessing game. The carnations and the roses died out almost a week and a half ago, just a few days apart. Not seeing the flowers on his counter made him forget.
Seokjin has been doing so much research on flowers that he’s beginning to rethink his career path. Botany might just be the field for him. As he drives to Yoongi’s house, ready to pick him up for their date, he looks over at the bouquet in the passenger seat.
It’s not like there’s a lot on the line if he doesn’t get this right. In the end, Yoongi will tell him his favorite flower and knowing his boyfriend, he won’t ask for much as a prize. If anything at all, Yoongi will request that Seokjin make a nice dinner for them or buy him a new game that he’s been wanting. He won’t be cruel.
And, if these are the right flowers, Jin hasn’t even considered what he’d want his prize to be. Honestly, seeing Yoongi happy is enough of a prize for him. He’s only ever needed Yoongi. He’s never needed anything more than him.
Though, if Seokjin knows Yoongi, his boyfriend will surely ask him to request a prize if he guesses the flowers correctly. He’ll want to do something for the elder, even if it’s small. Seokjin’s happiness means just as much to Yoongi as Yoongi’s happiness means to Seokjin.
He keeps the flowers hidden behind his back, hoping Yoongi won’t catch a glimpse of them until they’re shown but when the door opens and he finally sees his boyfriend, he nearly drops the bouquet. His jaw falls to the floor.
It’s rare that Yoongi dresses like this. His day-to-day outfits are usually much more tame. Jimin must have been here. He must have helped Yoongi get ready because Jin can’t imagine him doing this himself.
His hair is lightly tousled, giving it almost a bedhead-like appearance but in the best way possible. He’s wearing all black clothing, accentuating his proportions. His jeans cling to his legs and his button-up shirt, which is perfectly tucked in, defines his body even further. Seokjin is in awe.
“Do I look okay?” he asks, voice beyond innocent.
“Okay? Fuck, Yoongi. You look incredible.”
His blushing cheeks don’t match his appearance at all. “Thank you. Jimin helped me get ready. Once he heard we were going to a club, I didn’t really have any choice but to say yes.”
“I’m glad you did.” Jin forgets about the flowers in his hands, reaching out to wrap his arms around Yoongi’s waist. He moves in closer, allowing the front door to close behind him. “You look so good, baby. I mean, you always do but, god, remind me to thank Jimin later.”
“You really like it that much?”
He nods his head, lips still slightly parted from how far his jaw dropped a few moments prior. “I love it. I love you. No matter what clothing you wear or what makeup you put on. I love you. ”
“I love you, too.” Yoongi initiates the kiss, wanting to feel even closer to Jin. The elder holds tight to his waist, pressing their bodies together in a desperate manner. The flowers in Jin’s hand begin to rub against Yoongi’s back in an uncomfortable way, causing the younger boy to pull away. “Can I see the flowers?”
Jin slowly reveals them, waiting for Yoongi’s reaction. He looked at so many flowers online and in the flower shop but these in particular just continued to call out to him. Pink tulips. Every time he looked at them, he could see Yoongi smiling. It was a gut feeling, something inside of him that told him these must be the right ones.
Unlike before, when he gave little comments about the flowers, Yoongi says nothing at all. He takes the flowers from his boyfriend’s hands, turning away from him. Just as he’s done previously, he places them in a vase, staying absolutely silent. It’s actually starting to scare Jin.
Once he’s finished, Yoongi looks over at Seokjin with a grin. It makes him feel like he’s on display. He feels so vulnerable. Yoongi walks around the counter, meeting Jin where he stands. He wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him into a tender kiss.
His boyfriend savors the moment, happy to have received a kiss but still confused on what Yoongi’s answer is. After a few seconds, he disconnects from the younger. He can’t read Yoongi’s expression. He needs the boy to say something, anything. The suspense is killing him.
“Yoon?”
He smiles. “You win.”
“Really?”
“Really. Tulips. They’re my favorite.”
“Wow,” he murmurs. “I can’t believe I actually got it right. I had a gut feeling when I saw them. Something told me they’d be the one.”
Yoongi laughs to himself. “That’s funny.”
“How so?”
“Because, once upon a time, I had a gut feeling when I saw you. Something told me that you’d be the one.”
“I’m glad you trusted that feeling.”
“Me, too,” he says, moving in for another kiss. Yoongi can’t stop smiling. He’s never felt so happy. He does feel a bit silly to be so happy over something as simple as Jin guessing his favorite flower but he can’t explain it. It’s just how he feels and he doesn’t always need an explanation. “What prize would you like, Jinnie? You can have anything.”
Seokjin takes a step back, eyeing his boyfriend up and down with a subtle smirk. Yoongi can feel his heart racing. He’s now the one who feels like he’s on display, completely vulnerable.
“I want you to come out with me tonight and have the best night of your life. I want you to dance, to drink, to sing, to do whatever makes you happy. And, then, when you’ve ingested a sufficient amount of alcohol, I want to take you for midnight noodles.”
Yoongi laughs. “That sounds oddly familiar.”
“Small, cute, and buzzed.”
“That’ll be me.”
“That’ll be you,” he smiles.
Yoongi nods, agreeing to his boyfriend’s request. “Okay. I’m in.”
“Good. And, before we go, you should know something.”
“What’s that?”
He looks him up and down once more. “I’m going to have a very hard time keeping my hands to myself tonight.”
“Good,” Yoongi responds with full confidence. His outfit makes him feel far more confident than he is. Four years into their relationship, Seokjin still makes him feel like a nervous wreck every time he compliments him. Oddly enough, Yoongi hopes that feeling never disappears. It reminds him how he feels about Seokjin, just how much he loves him. “There’s something you should know, too.”
“What is it, baby?”
Yoongi smiles, stepping closer to Jin. He wraps his arms around his torso, gazing into the elder’s eyes. “I love tulips. If a stranger were to ask, I’d tell them it’s my favorite. If I had to choose only one, I would choose tulips but that’s not my real answer.”
“What’s your real answer, then?”
“My favorite flower is always going to be the next one you give me. It’s always going to change. You could buy me the most expensive roses and those will be my favorite until the next day, when you bring me a dandelion that you plucked from the parking lot. Whatever flower you give me, that’s my favorite.”
Jin smiles, gently pecking Yoongi’s lips. “I should’ve known.”
“You should’ve.”
“You are one of a kind, little Earth.”
Yoongi steals another kiss. ‘One more’ will never be enough. “I know.” He grabs Jin’s hand, pulling him towards the front door. “Now, come on. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can have noodles.”
“You’re just in this for the noodles, huh?”
“There’s nothing more important in life than noodles, Seokjin,” he teases.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
Yoongi looks back at him with the brightest smile. “Very lucky.”