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Jimin lay with his head resting on Yoongi's chest, the both of them trying to catch their heaving breaths, as the elder gently played with the sweat matted strands of his hair that were falling into his eyes. To be completely honest it had been a while since he'd last had a hair cut, maybe too long, and really he should do something about it but right now he had more pressing matters to attend to. Namely the fact that he was confused about what they were.
“Yoongi hyung?” Jimin started off in a quiet voice and Yoongi knew it wasn’t a good sign. Jimin wasn’t necessarily a loud person by nature but he was most definitely always cheerful. For him to come across as quiet – and almost nervous – like this meant he'd been doing some serious thinking. Which usually meant trouble for Yoongi. He still couldn't quite believe he let Jimin talk him into getting a tattoo with him because the younger was too scared to do it alone. Yoongi 100% blamed Jimin's ridiculously squishy cheeks and his super effective pouting game for that particularly escapade. Goddamn brat and his fucking aegyo.
“Yeah, kid?” He tried to reply in the kindest voice he could muster. Yoongi was known for being quite brash and curt but that didn't mean he was an asshole so he carried on playing with Jimin's hair. His free hand began to softly run up and down Jimin's exposed back, reassuring him that whatever was bothering him was okay and that he could talk to Yoongi freely.
“... What are we?” The question hit Yoongi unexpectedly and his hands stilled momentarily but when he felt Jimin tense underneath him he made the conscious effort to continue his ministrations. Yoongi had dreaded the day Jimin would ask him this question, and everyday he'd been counting his blessing that it hadn't happened sooner. He didn't know how Jimin would take what he was about to tell him but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his feelings or make him uncomfortable.
A heavy silence ensued, though it wasn't exactly uncomfortable. Jimin leant back slightly to rest his weight on his elbow, giving him the leverage to angle his head up and scrutinise Yoongi's expressions. The elder had a slight furrow to his brow, seemingly thinking hard of how to answer Jimin's question. Minutes passed before Yoongi looked into Jimin's eyes and made a soft sound, thought Jimin didn't know whether it was in trepidation or concession.
“I... I-I don't know Jiminnie. I love spending time with you, not just like this but in general. Don't tell any of the others that I said this or I swear to God I'll kill you but you're my favourite. I just don't...” Yoongi waved his hand that wasn't still stroking Jimin's hair vaguely in the air, seemingly at a loss as to how to continue but Jimin simply gave him a soft smile in encouragement, showing Yoongi he wasn't hurt.
“I don't do relationships? I think... It's kinda hard to explain...” Yoongi muttered in a small voice. He didn't sound unsure of what he was saying but, rather, he seemed unsure of the reaction his words would get. Jimin didn't know a whole lot about Yoongi's past but he knew that he'd lost many friends around him and he had an inkling it had to do with this conversation; or rather with what was still going to come up in it.
“It's okay hyung. Just try your best! I'll try to understand.” Jimin reached up and gently removed Yoongi's hand from his hair, cradling it softly in both of his and giving it an encouraging squeeze.
“Okay... well you know how there are different kind of sexual attractions? And I don't just mean being heterosexual or homosexual.” Yoongi asked Jimin in a serious voice. Jimin nodded vehemently, all the while still holding onto Yoongi's hand.
“Yeah hyung! There are pansexual people and asexual people and demi-sexual people and loads of others, right?” Jimin asked in curious voice, not exactly knowing where this was going but not feeling entirely out of his depth. His best friend and roommate Taehyung had had a conversation about something like this with him a few months ago and while Jimin didn't consider himself an expert or anything close to that, he had made the effort to research and learn about different kinds of sexual orientation. Except he had never thought the same concept applied to romantic attraction, which in hindsight, was kind of really ignorant of him.
“Yeah.” Yoongi sighed deeply. “Well, basically the same kind of thing goes for romantic attraction. The problem is that I just don't really know where I fit in...” Yoongi said, staring at his own lap, afraid to look Jimin directly in the eyes just in case he'd managed to somehow hurt his feelings.
“How do you mean hyung?” Jimin asked without missing a beat, concern lacing his tone. He didn't take offence at Yoongi essentially turning him down but, rather, he was more worried that Yoongi was struggling to find a romantic identity that really described how he felt. Yoongi's heart fluttered yet again in his chest, the way it so often did when he was with Jimin, confusing him all the more. Especially in the context of this conversation.
“I used to think I was aromantic but that was before I met you... Now I'm not so sure? I don't necessarily want a romantic relationship with you but I definitely don't just wanna be friends, y'know? I don't know if I'm grayromantic or demiromantic. Sometimes I just think I'm aromantic...” Yoongi rambled, though at this point it seemed more like he was talking to himself than talking to Jimin.
“What... do those even mean, hyung? I mean aromantic is pretty self explanatory but the others...” Jimin asked after a few moments of silence. He had an inkling of what those terms meant, but at the very same time he didn’t want to make assumptions so asking seemed like the best option
“Well grayromantic means that I very rarely experience romantic attraction but that doesn't seem right because I've never felt romantic attraction to anyone before. Demiromantic would mean that I can feel romantic attraction only after I've made an emotional connection with someone. Which kinda makes sense, I guess?” Yoongi explained in a calm voice, a light pink blush dusting his cheeks.
“Kinda?” Jimin echoed confusedly.
“Well I only really started feeling this way about you a couple months ago and by that time you'd somehow managed to worm your way into my life.” Yoongi admitted, even more shyly if possible, ducking his head and getting quieter with every word. He refused to look up, mainly because what previously could have been classified as a delicate blush was now a fully raging inferno colouring his face beetroot – not very swag.
“Oh, okay. So what you're saying is that you couldn't resist me?” Jimin giggled in a delighted voice, eyes sparkling in mischief.
“Park Jimin. I swear on all that is holy I will inflict a world of pain on you, you tiny brat...”Yoongi groaned in exasperation though his chest did the fluttering thing again. Goddamn Jimin.
“I was joking, hyung! Really!” Jimin exclaimed, though one look at his face clearly told that Jimin clearly knew that Yoongi wasn't upset and also that there was some level of truth to his words.
“Hmph...” Yoongi grumbled.
“Also hyung. You're literally 1cm taller than me so if I'm a tiny brat you're also a tiny brat~” Jimin tagged on cheekily, his eyes scrunching up into little crescents and wow. That heart fluttering thing was really escalating. Yoongi was gonna have to find a way to stop that maybe. Or at the very least not let Jimin find out.
“Get out. Get out my house. Right now.” Yoongi whispered in an exasperated voice but Jimin only laughed in response before unceremoniously falling on top of Yoongi and burying his head in the crook of Yoongi's neck.