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The rain is falling outside now, droplets hitting the windows and the roofing tiles like a sweet melody. It’s not too strong yet, nor dangerous. It’s just gentle drops that serve as background music to an afternoon nap, or for when you need a steady noise to concentrate on a very difficult task. There’s wind dancing among the leaves of the trees, whistling mildly. The temperature has dropped enough for the need of a blanket, but not enough to turn the heater on.
Yoongi and Jimin are lying comfortably on their bed, in the middle of the room. It’s still day, but the thick clouds cover the sunlight enough for the room to be bathed in a dim grey light, adorning the walls with a melancholic aesthetic. Yoongi likes it, though. He also likes to lie down like this: legs tangled with Jimin’s, head on his chest to hear his heartbeats.
Jimin’s heart is never quiet, not even when he’s calm. His heartbeats are fast and rhythmic, like a newborn baby. Yoongi often thinks it’s because, besides pumping blood to all the ends of his body, it is also pumping love all over, so it’s a double job. A very arduous one, even though Jimin’s body is so tiny and slim, there’s still so much inside of him. There’s so much kindness, so much care. It’s impossible for his heart to work at a normal, common pace.
“what are you thinking about?” Jimin’s voice drives him away from his own thoughts, his arms tightening the grip around Yoongi’s body.
“nothing.” Yoongi answers in a low voice, almost like a whisper.
“hmm. i think you’re lying.”
“oh no. that’s too bad.” Yoongi’s tone is playfully sarcastic, and Jimin rocks them side to side a little.
“hyung…”
“ok, no need to whine.” Yoongi giggles, curling himself up even more against Jimin’s body if that’s even possible. He smells kinda citric, kinda sweet, but not exactly like anything specific. Yoongi just relates him to nice smells, the best ones in the world.
“i didn’t whine .”
“you absolutely did. you always do when you call me ‘hyung’.”
“alright, then tell me what you were thinking about and i’ll never do it again. promise.” Jimin says, his soft voice soothing all of Yoongi’s senses and making him feel sleepy, but he doesn’t want to sleep, not yet. There are these moments with Jimin that are so comfortable and cozy he doesn’t want it to end, not even when they’re like this, lazily curled up in bed and a nap is the only thing that can come out of it.
And he knows Jimin is lying, of course. He won’t stop whining , and Yoongi is glad he won’t. He likes the way Jimin pronounces the honorific, it’s never too harsh nor too serious, and he only uses it when he wants something because Yoongi always gives in. Always. All the other times, Jimin calls Yoongi by his name, and he likes how he pronounces that too. His homeland accent shows up and the vowels curl up a bit on his tongue, especially the last one. Yoong-ih . Jimin’s voice adds melody to it and, to Yoongi's ears, it sounds like a love song.
“i was thinking about…” he holds on to the sentence longer than necessary, trying to create a cliffhanger, but Jimin tickles him at the side of his waist and he loses all his composure. “alright, alright! it’s not even something big, i was just thinking about you. about this .”
“this?” Jimin questions seemingly intrigued.
“yeah, this. us.”
“hmm. elaborate.”
“ah, Jimin…” Yoongi protests, being too shy to voice his thoughts to Jimin out loud like this. Especially ones that are so lame.
“come on! i don’t bite.”
“well, now that’s bullshit.”
“ metaphorically . i couldn’t possibly not physically bite you when you have these cheeks.” Jimin’s hand flies from resting on his other arm to pinch Yoongi’s cheek softly, cradling it afterward. His touch is warm. Homely. Yoongi closes his eyes and just lets himself enjoy the caress.
“i was thinking… your heart… your heart beats faster than normal, did you know that?” At this, he lifts his head a bit only to be able to look at Jimin in the eyes, to see his reaction and take it as a response. And, just as he imagines, Jimin frowns. “yeah, it does. it’s just a bit, actually, nothing worrisome. and so i think that… i- god this is so lame.” Yoongi moves his hand from resting on Jimin’s belly to cover his own face out of shame. It is lame, indeed. But it always is when it comes to Jimin. He has become a cheesy man, after all. “sometimes i think it’s because it’s pumping this love you give away, this kindness, all over your body too, alongside your, you know, blood.” He says quickly, too rushed and muffled because of the hand covering his face now. The rain outside hasn’t stopped falling, but the noise isn’t loud enough to cover his words, unfortunately.
The reaction he gets is not what he was expecting, though, because Jimin moves and gently pushes Yoongi from his chest, lowering his body and adjusting his position, the sheets ruffling beneath him.
“yoongi.” He calls, and Yoongi hears it again as every other time: the melody, the love song. “yoongi. look at me.” Jimin reaches the hand Yoongi is using to cover his face and pulls his wrists, doing everything so tenderly that Yoongi just gives in, lowering his palm and slowly opening his eyes, finding Jimin staring at him, eyes wide open. He almost regrets telling the truth, being so emotional and raw to Jimin’s ears, because he knows how lame he can get, and maybe he went too far this time.
“i-” He begins to say but is interrupted by Jimin’s pillowy lips resting against his with too much pressure like he’s afraid Yoongi might run away. As he could ever get away from him without being asked to. Jimin doesn’t deepen the kiss, he just lies his lips on Yoongi’s for a few seconds, and Yoongi’s hands travel to hold him by the waist firmly.
When Jimin backs away, Yoongi looks into his eyes again and finds it to be a little watery, concern immediately filling his mind.
“what’s wrong? did i make you sad?” He asks, reaching for Jimin’s cheeks with his palms. Jimin just shakes his head and places his own hand on top of Yoongi’s, placing a kiss at the juncture of his hand with his wrist.
“on the contrary. i- you… you really think that? about me?” He asked, eyebrows frown and a pout on his lips. Yoongi breaks. How could Jimin be so uncertain of something so clear to him?
“of course i do, Jimin. you- christ. you’re the kindest person i know. the most caring one, the most loving one. i get fucking mesmerized sometimes. that’s when these thoughts occur to me.”
“it’s just.... no one never said that about me like that before.” Jimin keeps caressing Yoongi’s hand on his cheek, maintaining eye contact. In the beginning that was so hard to do. Jimin has an intense gaze, he doesn’t just look at you, he sees you, especially from this up close. Yoongi used to avoid being seen by him at any cost, and Jimin used to pull his chin up with his index finger stubbornly. Now there’s no need for that anymore, Yoongi learned to let himself be nude in front of Jimin, body and soul. He also learned to like it.
“well, they should. you’re just… you’re amazing, Jimin. one of a kind. i can’t even... can’t even believe this sometimes.”
“believe what? me?”
“yeah, you. and me. and that you love me. me , of all people.”
Jimin literally scoffs at this, moving even closer to Yoongi, their foreheads now touching. He moves the hand resting on top of Yoongi’s to his cheek instead and holds his face the same way Yoongi’s doing with him.
“from all the bullshit you’ve pulled since i met you, this is the most nonsensical one.”
“hey! i think the one about tofu being invented in Texas was pretty good.” Yoongi protests in a straight face and Jimin bursts into laughter, rolling a bit to the side, even. Aside from when he says his name, this is Yoongi’s favorite sound in the world: Jimin’s laughter. The way his eyes close completely and he can’t see anything else that’s in front of him, which is a shame, Yoongi thinks, because if he could see the way Yoongi looks at him in these moments, Jimin would understand right away how much he’s loved by him.
“you see, that’s why this is bullshit,” Jimin says after he has calmed down a little, still giggling slightly. He goes back to his previous position of touching foreheads with Yoongi, but now he grabs Yoongi’s hand with his own and intertwines their fingers, resting them over his heart. “you say i’m kind, but have you ever looked at you? how you’re always the one to cook when we gather with the other boys? always . no one even asks for it, you just do it. because you’re kind.” Yoongi’s starting to feel that thing Jimin’s eyes do when you look into them long enough. That feeling of getting undressed, unlayered. Jimin tears every single one of Yoongi’s walls with just his eyes, and when he gets inside, there’s where he stays. Yoongi’s heart, soul, and whole being. He lingers in there, makes it his home.
“that’s just being a good host. and also because everyone else is a shitty cook.”
“you know that’s not what it is about. you do it because you care. and also how you always give me a bath after i get home from a shitty day at work? how you always take such good care of me, listen to me, and say exactly the right thing i need to hear? i’ve never once asked any of those things from you or told you which ones i liked. you just knew i liked that bath essence. how did you know i liked that one?”
It was probably a rhetorical question, but Yoongi can’t keep himself from answering.
“i just know you like sweet scents.”
“yes. you just know. you pay attention. that’s how i keep falling in love with you every single day.” Jimin says casually, and Yoongi inhales deeply like the air is gonna escape him if he doesn’t. Jimin and his eyes. Jimin and his words. Never knowing the power he withholds. “how wouldn’t i love you?”
This time, Yoongi’s the one to lean in for a kiss. It’s less fierce than the one Jimin gave him but just as intense. Instead of fearing Jimin might disappear, he just kisses him to make sure he’s there, that he exists.
Jimin parts his lips and lets Yoongi deepen it, tugging on Jimin’s lower lip calmly, slowly. There’s no rush when it’s them, especially now. Jimin unwraps their fingers just to rest his hands on each side of Yoongi’s face gently, before starting to caress the hair at his nape. Yoongi hums.
“how wouldn’t i love you? huh?” Jimin backs away only a few inches to be able to say that to his face, and then kisses him again. “you, of all people.” More kisses. “how wouldn’t i love you?” And that last sentence comes out a bit muffled because Jimin gave up on backing off and just said it into Yoongi’s mouth.
They keep kissing and pecking each other’s lips for a while, not really planning on taking it anywhere further. Kissing doesn’t always have to lead to sex, and they both agree to it. This way, they just keep on kissing until there’s not enough air coming in and too much coming out. Until their mouths run dry and Jimin starts to giggle uncontrollably, leading Yoongi to do the same.
When they can’t kiss anymore because their teeth are on the way, Jimin hugs Yoongi tight and rolls a bit until he’s back resting his head on Jimin’s chest. Jimin has this habit of shoving Yoongi’s head onto his chest and just holding him tight. And Yoongi doesn’t even bother. Doesn’t protest. Jimin probably likes to keep Yoongi close to his heart, and he has absolutely no complaints about it.
“how did you know?” Yoongi asks all of a sudden after a while, now that they’re back at the position they were before the lameness and the kisses.
“hmm?” Jimin hums in response, his voice a bit hoarse.
“that you loved me. how did you know?” Yoongi asks shamelessly, now that he was drunk in Jimin’s affection and both that and sleep were blurring his senses.
Jimin takes a deep breath and starts caressing Yoongi’s nape, his favorite spot on his body, as he has learned. His other hand goes at intertwining fingers with Yoongi’s, and Yoongi can’t help but admire how their hands look so contrasting when put together. Jimin’s small and chubby fingers against Yoongi’s large and knobbed ones. And that is just another thing he loves about the infinitude of things to love about the two of them.
“i guess… it was when love songs started to be about you. all of them.” Jimin answers, finally, and at the same time, thunder rumbles in the distance.
“all of them? even the sad heartbreak ones?” Yoongi lifts his head to look at him in time to see his eyes closing in semi-circles as he chuckles.
“no, not those ones! only the good ones. the romantic ones. those you would hate when we met.”
“ah, the same ones you put on a playlist that i listen to basically every day now?”
“yeah, those ones. glad i was able to unfreeze your heart a little.” Jimin adds, with his warm hand on Yoongi’s nape, completely unaware of the flame he ignited on Yoongi’s heart all that time ago.
“is there a specific one though? a song, i mean.”
“uh-huh. that one, close by lewis watson.”
“can you sing it a bit for me?” Yoongi pleads, tightening his fingers around Jimin’s.
“oh, come on. you know i hate my voice when i sing.” Jimin protests, rocking their bodies side to side. Another thunder rumbles outside and the rain gets a bit stronger and noisier.
“because you’re humble. come on! just a bit.” Yoongi returns the slight shake on their bodies, mimicking Jimin’s complaint.
“can i just hum to it?” Jimin makes his final request and Yoongi pretends he’s thinking for a while, even though he’s gonna agree. So, after Yoongi mumbles a weak ‘yes’, Jimin starts to hum to the melody of the song.
And it’s okay because Yoongi knows the lyrics to the song backward and upside down, probably, so he just relaxes and lets Jimin’s soothing voice embrace him whole. Jimin takes both his hands to Yoongi’s hair and starts caressing it gently but firmly, which always succeeds in him falling asleep, and everything feels so nice now and Jimin’s chest is so warm, such as his hands, such as his voice, such as the love inside Yoongi’s heart, that he considers a nap. Yeah, a nap wouldn’t be bad now… It wouldn’t be bad at all…
“turn around, little spoon.” Jimin murmurs after a while and Yoongi is a bit lost. When did he finish singing?
“hmnm. bossy, what if i want to be the big spoon?” He mumbles in response, already turning around and giving Jimin his back.
“you don’t. you like it when i cuddle you.”
“but i could . i could… big spoon… the shit out…” Yoongi tries saying but the words are coming out weird, shuffled, and by the end of his sentence he can’t even remember what he was trying to say.
“ i love you , grumpy spoon. let’s sleep.”
“hmnm.” It’s the last thing Yoongi remembers grumbling before sleep gets the best of him, Jimin’s chest finding his back and an arm around his waist.
Two hours later, when they wake up and decide to move to the living room to watch some shitty romcom, Jimin is looking fiercely at the screen, paying attention to the movie. His eyes are wide and glistening while he holds a half-bitten daanpatbbang in his hand. The characters are rambling about what love looks like, how it must be to feel it intensely, and Yoongi disagrees with all their suppositions.
For him, it’s very simple: love is made of two words, nine letters, and beautiful, sparkling eyes.
Love is Park Jimin, personified.