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"I wish someone confessed to me like that," sighs Jimin from his spot on the couch, heart-eyes focused on the drama he's forcing Yoongi to watch with him.
It's raining outside and the taptaptap of the raindrops on the window is making Yoongi sleepy. They're alone in the dorm for the weekend, the others out to see their family and friends. Jimin's family is in Japan on a holiday so Yoongi decided to stay and keep him company. He doesn't miss his own family that much anyway, and he's always happy to get as much alone time with Jimin as he can.
Yoongi hasn't been paying much attention to the TV, but he perks up at Jimin's comment. On the screen a tall, handsome dude (cliché) just convinced his crush, a supposedly average girl who is actually really fucking pretty and not average at all (cliché), to play the Pepero Game (cliché!). As expected, they end up kissing (cliché!!) and he tells her he's been in love with her since the very beginning (CLICHÉ!!!).
Yoongi is about to voice his thoughts on how stupid and cliché he thinks the drama is and how he's going to take a nap in his room when the girl on screen screeches and tells the attractive dude that she's in love with his brother. What really gets Yoongi's attention though is Jimin saying, "I don't think I could reject anyone if they confessed to me with Pepero."
Yoongi stills for a moment. Before he knows what he's doing, he's on his feet, grabbing his keys and wallet from the coffee table and walking out the door. He's wearing sweats with a hole on the side and an ugly hoodie and it's raining outside and he doesn't have an umbrella because he left it at the studio and even though he's walking faster than he ever has, he's still getting drenched. He's also freezing his ass off.
He arrives at the convenience store in record time and stumbles through the aisles, legs numb, frozen, and useless that make moving a little difficult. It doesn't help that he's wet from head to toe. He probably looks like a homeless person on acid having a really bad trip.
He finds the Pepero on a shelf at the very back of the store. Yoongi stares in utter confusion at all the different colored boxes, realizing he doesn't even know Jimin's favorite flavor. So he does what any other desperate person would do and grabs one of each. The cashier, a teenage girl with a lifeless expression, glares at him when he drops seventeen different boxes of Pepero on the counter.
The walk back to the dorm is even faster, and Yoongi is determined to confess his crush to Jimin via a dumb game. He calms his nerves by telling himself that if he gets rejected at least he has tons of chocolate covered cookie sticks to help him get over it. And if those aren't enough he'll buy more. He's been crushing on the kid for three years now, he's kind of tired and very desperate.
Yoongi fumbles nervously with the keys for a good minute before finally managing to open the door. He stomps his way to the couch, eyes not leaving his ratty sneakers, and drops the white plastic bag full of Pepero boxes on Jimin's lap, startling the younger. Jimin tilts his head a little to the side in confusion and Yoongi's heart stutters.
"Open it," Yoongi says, trying to sound menacing and failing. Jimin's moves are painfully slow, but when he finally looks inside the bag his eyebrows disappear under his bright red bangs and his breath hitches.
"Y-yoongi," he stutters.
"Play that dumb Pepero game with me?"
Even tho it comes out as a whisper Yoongi's pretty sure the other heard him perfectly, but when ten seconds pass without an answer from Jimin, Yoongi panics and finally looks up, already trying to come up with something witty and funny to laugh off the awkwardness and pretend his blunt almost-confession was just a joke. When his gaze lands on Jimin, the younger is smiling and his cheeks are almost as red as his hair. Jimin tugs on Yoongi's wet sleeve, making Yoongi fall on the couch next to him.
Yoongi's heart is in his throat as Jimin rummages through the contents of the bag, examining the different boxes. He's biting his plump bottom lip in fake concentration, trying hard to suppress his grin, but his bouncing leg betrays him. Yoongi closes his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down ("don't fuck this up!!"), and is startled by a pink package less than five centimeters away from his face when he opens his eyes again.
"Strawberry is my favorite," Jimin giggles almost shyly. It makes Yoongi smile. Yoongi takes the rectangular box in his hands and peels off the plastic before opening it and taking one of the sticks, popping it in his mouth.
He places his hands on Jimin's shoulders and starts inching closer, Jimin's toothy grin growing bigger by the second. Yoongi pokes Jimin's trembling lips with the other end of the stick. The younger opens his mouth with an innocent aaah sound and goes to take a bite, but Yoongi bites off his end of the stick and it drops before Jimin's jaw snaps closed.
Yoongi leans in rapidly, connecting their lips. It catches Jimin by surprise but a second later his eyes are falling closed too, catching Yoongi's lips again when the other starts pulling back. The kiss lasts god-knows-how-long, just an innocent press of lips, and then Yoongi is leaning back. His heart starts beating faster at the sight of Jimin, smiling, a furious red blush dusting his cheeks, his ears and even his neck.
"I've liked you since the moment I laid my eyes on you," Yoongi breathes out, mimicking the actor he got this not-so-stupid idea from twenty minutes ago. Jimin understands the reference and punches his shoulder and giggles and the sound makes Yoongi's heart grow three sizes and it feels like his ribcage might break. "No take backs! You said you wouldn't reject anyone that confessed to you with Pepero!"
"I lied." Jimin pecks Yoongi on the lips. "The only one I would never reject is you."