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Warm, tender, adoring.
These words described Jimin perfectly, and yet they could never encompass all that he meant to Yoongi. As they laid in bed together, hand in hand, Yoongi confessed as much.
“You’re too kind,” Jimin murmured as he absentmindedly played with the ends of Yoongi’s fingers.
“Impossible,” Yoongi answered with a small chuckle.
“You paint me in too good of a light.”
“I can’t help but speak the truth. You shine so brightly.”
Jimin beamed, his smile briefly lighting up the dark bedroom, before taking one of Yoongi’s knuckles and brushing it against his soft lips. “May I?”
“Of course.”
While Yoongi loved showering his husband with sweet words, Jimin preferred a more hands-on approach, kissing each fingertip with tenderness and reverence, gently sucking as if it tasted like sweet nectar.
Yoongi’s eyes fluttered shut at the rush of affection flowing through his body.
There were no words to describe the amazing feeling; Yoongi was rendered speechless, unable to do anything but rest his head against the pillow and indulge in Jimin’s pampering.
Yoongi didn’t know when this little nightly routine started. All he remembered was that one day, he had flopped into their bed with aching wrists, too tired and stressed to shower Jimin with the love he deserved. And so Jimin took it upon himself to care for Yoongi. He began by massaging his sore wrists, but then it evolved into stroking his palms and then nibbling on the pads of his fingertips. And despite it not actually curing his carpal tunnel syndrome, his symptoms magically disappeared with these gentle sensations.
Contrary to Yoongi’s expectations, Jimin never engulfed Yoongi’s fingers in his mouth, never swallowed them whole as if he were savoring cherry popsicles melting in the sun. No, those techniques were reserved for other occasions.
Which was perfectly fine. Jimin’s goal was to get his hardworking husband to relax, unwind, and calm his mind until the harsh reality gradually morphed into blissful dreams.
Despite that these ministrations were supposed to help Yoongi sleep, for some inexplicable reason, Jimin always fell asleep first. But Yoongi never minded; Jimin just looked so beautiful, so ethereal in his slumber, and Yoongi would love nothing more than for Jimin to always be this peaceful.
“Yoongi-hyung.” Jimin’s head now rested on his chest. The feather-light kisses continued but at a much slower pace than before. “I can hear your heart.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he smiled into Yoongi’s hand. “It’s really nice. Comforting.”
Another excellent word to describe his beloved.
Yoongi continued listening to the steady pace of his husband’s breathing, chest slowly rising and falling to the silent lullaby playing in his heart.
“Jimin-ah?”
No response.
Yoongi craned his neck upwards, as gently as he could, and let out a quiet chuckle.
Of course. Jimin was asleep.
He closed his eyes. It didn’t matter that Yoongi only caught a glimpse of his sleeping husband. The lovely image was already imprinted in his memory.
Yoongi knew what was coming when he found Jimin in their bed, all bundled up in warm blankets with a pink fuzzy sleep mask pulled over his eyes. The epitome of relaxation if not for his anxious grimace and tense shoulders.
At the sound of Yoongi’s approaching footsteps, Jimin threw out an expectant hand.
“I know,” Yoongi soothed, laying down beside Jimin and cradling his hand. “You’ll get your palm readings.”
By no means was Yoongi an expert in palmistry. Half the time, he was parroting information from dubious internet articles, and the other half, he was making things up completely. But Jimin never minded.
“This is known as the heart line.” Yoongi traced the slight curve running perpendicular to his fingers. “It’s very long and prominent, which means you are an excellent lover. So kind, empathetic, and soft.”
“No,” Jimin pouted cutely. “You’re the one who’s soft.”
“We’re both soft,” Yoongi decided, and Jimin hummed in agreement.
But nothing could ever be as soft as Jimin’s hands. Softer than their fluffy pillows and their expensive silk sheets. Softer than his cute laugh and his tender kisses.
Yoongi’s finger then glided across his palm in one smooth brushstroke. “And this is called the fate line.” He took a deep breath, carefully considering his next words. “Tomorrow will be bright. You’ve been working hard, pouring so much of your time and energy into teaching your dance students. And you’ll see the fruit of your efforts at the amazing showcase tomorrow.”
Jimin shifted nervously, mumbling, “I hope it’ll go well.”
“I know it will. Because I’ll be there.”
Yoongi could pinpoint the exact moment when Jimin’s eyes opened behind the sleep mask.
“Hyung! You said you had an important conference call!”
“Got it postponed,” Yoongi proudly declared. “Nothing’s more important than supporting my lovely husband.”
Jimin wrapped his small fingers around Yoongi’s as they snuggled together, his body vibrating with pure, unadulterated joy.
“I can’t explain how happy I am.”
“When you find the words, I’ll gladly listen.” Yoongi kissed his thumb before slowly unfurling Jimin’s fingers. “Shall I continue?”
He nodded, much more relaxed than before, contentedly listening as Yoongi rambled about other palm lines, promising good fortune with every gentle caress.
A full life, a lasting legacy, and strong bonds with others, all of which drew Yoongi’s eyes to the golden band around Jimin’s ring finger. He stopped speaking, simply fascinated by its beautiful luster.
How wonderful it had been to devote their lives to each other all those years ago, affirming their love with the greatest symbol of longevity and security.
“Hyung,” Jimin giggled. “That’s not my palm.”
“I know.” His finger dragged along the cool metal. “But this is the most important line of all.”
Jimin tilted his head cutely in confusion, to which Yoongi pressed a reverent kiss directly on the ring.
“It’s everlasting.”
Because a circle has no end.
“Enduring.”
Because gold does not tarnish.
“Pure.”
Because simplicity is beauty.
“Eternal.”
He continued tracing the smooth curve of the wedding band until a light snore came from Jimin’s direction.
Yoongi smiled.
“Just like my love for you.”
