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It’s raining.
It’s August but it is still raining. The raindrops drum lightly on the windows of the Hybe skyscraper and Seoul is shrouded in gloomy clouds.
Jimin is sitting still, facing the windows, chin perched on his hand and eyes distant. His phone is lying on the table in front of him – it is still unlocked and the Weverse app is still open on the recently sent out notice. That notice. Yoongi’s military enlistment notice.
Jimin heaves a deep sigh, eyes fixed on the grey clouds outside. He feels like this weather is perfect for how he feels right now.
It’s not like he didn’t know that it was going to be announced today. He has known for a couple of weeks – hell, he knew this day would come whether he wanted it to or not. It was just a matter of time.
And of course, this doesn’t mean it is the end of the world. Jimin knows that – he keeps telling himself that. Jin hyung and Hobi hyung already left and even though they are busy, they still keep in touch. Jimin misses them – Hobi hyung’s loud full-body laughter and even Jin hyung’s lame dad jokes. But Yoongi hyung…
Jimin’s vision goes blurry with unshed tears, but he quickly blinks them away. “Stop being so dramatic”, he thinks to himself as he finally grabs his phone and exits the Weverse app. However, the reprieve is short-lived, because on his homescreen he’s met with one of his favourite pictures of Yoongi holding Holly and Jimin’s heart clenches.
He’s staring at his phone and suddenly it starts vibrating in his hand and his homescreen is replaced by an incoming call from “Yoongi-hyungie”.
Jimin gulps and presses the green button to take the call.
“Hi hyung”, Jimin says hoping that he sounds unaffected by his inner turmoil of emotions. He doesn’t want Yoongi to feel sad too.
“Hey baby – how are you?” Yoongi’s low voice comes through the phone and Jimin has to bite his cheek to not just start crying.
“I’m okay- yeah, I’m good” he answers unconvincingly after a couple of seconds “Uhm- I am at the company right now” he quickly adds so that Yoongi hopefully won’t dwell on the slight quiver in his voice.
“Oh okay – it’s almost 10 pm so don’t work too hard Jiminie and remember to take an umbrella with you when you go to your car, okay?”
Jiminie – Yoongi had started calling him that long before they even began thinking about dating each other. But it still warms Jimin’s heart as much as the first time Yoongi had said it.
“Hyung?” Jimin asks, completely ignoring Yoongi’s sweet reminder.
Yoongi hums from the other side of the phone, indicating that he is listening.
“Can I stay at your place tonight?”
It is not like this is something groundbreaking, so really – Jimin could’ve just gone to Yoongi’s house and he’s sure it would’ve been okay. But either way, he feels better asking since they haven’t been boyfriends for that long.
“Of course, baby – should I come and pick you up?” his boyfriend’s soft voice answers, while Jimin can almost hear him already getting up from the couch.
“No, no, no, that’s okay hyung – I have my car, so I will be there soon” he answers quickly so that Yoongi won’t get up.
“Okay bun – can’t wait to see you,” Yoongi says calmly and Jimin finally shifts his eyes from looking out the window to his own lap as he tries to will the lump in his throat away.
However, all he manages to do before hanging up the phone is make a weak affirmative sound and utter a quick “see you” in response.
Jimin exhales. He taps his fingers a few times on one of his thighs and then finally gets up from the chair he had been stuck to for almost an hour.
Jimin quickly goes around the room and collects all of his things and then he rushes out of the door, remembering to hastily bid everyone he meets on his way to the car park a good night.
Of course, he forgets all about the umbrella in his hurry to wear both a black cap and facemask so no one will recognize him on his way to his car. It is a short walk and only very few people are out on the street because of the horrendous weather. Those that are outside have their heads ducked towards the ground – many of them holding their umbrellas tightly.
Jimin is thankful for the rain in that moment.
He quickly finds his car, unlocks it, and slides into the driver’s seat. Thankfully, he moved fast enough through the rain to not be absolutely drenched. Jimin deposits his bag and the wet cap on the passenger seat and quickly ruffles his brownish hair with his hand.
He starts the car, turns on the wipers, and pulls out of the parking lot, immediately heading towards Yoongi’s place.
It’s not really a long drive – maybe 30 minutes – but while Jimin’s car is making its way through the wet streets of Seoul, now only lit up by the colorful lamps from ads and businesses and the white and red lights from other cars, his mind drifts to Yoongi again.
They have known each other for over a decade and shared pretty much all of their highs and lows. There are hardly any people in the world who understand Jimin better than his six bandmates. Jimin’s lips quirk upwards at the thought of them.
But in the end, Yoongi had somehow always meant something slightly different to Jimin.
It had been Yoongi’s words of comfort and encouragement late at night – back when they all still shared one bedroom – that had given Jimin the strength to carry on and not give up like he wanted to.
Yoongi had always picked Jimin – it was a standing joke among the members – but finally, Jimin had also picked Yoongi.
Jimin’s hands tighten around the wheel, and he speeds up down the largely empty road, eager to see his hyung, while his mind is filled with all the things they have overcome to get to this point.
Jimin finally pulls into the parking garage at Yoongi’s building. He checks his appearance one final time in the reflection of his phone screen but quickly shakes his head with a small huff of laughter falling over his lips.
“Yoongi has seen me much worse than I look right now”, he silently thinks to himself as he exits his car and locks it behind him.
He strides towards the elevator doors and punches in the code that Yoongi gave him when he moved in.
If Jimin is honest with himself, ever since they moved away from the dorms, he has stayed more at Yoongi’s place than at his own. So much so that he hasn’t really gotten around to properly decorating his own place. It has the bare necessities and for now, that’s okay for Jimin – it gives him a great reason to stay at his hyung’s place and Yoongi has never complained.
Jimin presses the number 7 on the elevator panel, and it starts moving soon after. Even though Yoongi is the only one living on the 7th floor, the elevator opens its door to a small corridor with a door at the end of it.
When he reaches it, Jimin lifts his fist to knock on the door - even though he knows the passcode to the electronic lock. He just wants Yoongi to open the door for him and be met with a hug instantly – sue him.
His clothes are still a little bit wet from the rain. His blue jeans being a darker shade of blue on his thighs and his black bomber jacket glistening in the light from the overhead spots in the corridor.
He hears some rustling from inside the apartment, and then the door swings open.
“Jiminie – there you are,”
Yoongi stands just across the threshold in his grey sweatpants and an oversized black tank top. His hair is still long and black and it frames his boyfriend’s face so beautifully, Jimin thinks.
“C’mere” Yoongi smiles with open arms and Jimin pretty much launches himself into his hyung’s embrace. He throws his arms around Yoongi’s neck and immediately buries his face close to his neck, inhaling deeply.
He has to remember that smell.
Yoongi’s arms are circled around Jimin’s waist, and he is tenderly rubbing at Jimin’s lower back. But suddenly, he stops.
“Why are your clothes all wet?” Yoongi asks and Jimin feels the vibrations of his voice where his face is still buried in his boyfriend’s neck.
Jimin scrunches his face and draws back to look at Yoongi properly.
“Oh- uhm.. y’know it is still raining a lot, hyung” Jimin tries
Yoongi levels him with a stare
“Baby, I told you to remember an umbrella when you went outside” Yoongi chides him lovingly, still having his hands clasped behind Jimin’s back.
Jimin has the decency to look a tiny bit guilty, but then he juts out his lips in a pout. He knows Yoongi can’t resist when he pouts like this.
Yoongi’s eyes flick away from his eyes and down to his mouth and he groans.
“That’s cheating”, Jimin hears his hyung whisper before he feels the familiar sensation of Yoongi’s soft pink lips on his own.
A small, surprised sound manages to escape Jimin’s lips, but he quickly recovers and returns the kiss fully.
Yoongi steps backward into the apartment, dragging Jimin with him with one hand still placed on his lower back and the other placed gently on his jaw.
The telltale sound of the door clicking shut and the electric lock activating once again makes Jimin finally drop his things from his hands that are still wrapped around Yoongi’s neck.
They land on the floor behind Yoongi with a soft thump, but Jimin can’t bring himself to care.
They are still wrapped up in each other – lips dancing together sweetly. There’s no rush or desperation in the kiss, even though it had been a few days since they had seen each other last because of their packed schedules. But this is just a kiss filled with the joy of seeing each other again and Jimin revels in it.
Yoongi starts to loosen his grip on Jimin’s waist and pecks his plump lips a few times before he withdraws.
Eyes sparkling and with a faint smile on his lips, Yoongi mutters shortly “Hi”
“Hi”, Jimin says in a hushed voice since their faces are still close together and his eyes turn crescent-shaped as he gives Yoongi his best eye smile.
“Look,” Yoongi starts, “why don’t you hop in a warm shower, and then I will find you some clean and dry clothes you can wear afterward, hm?”
Jimin nods and hums “That sounds nice, hyung”.
“Mkay” Yoongi says before quickly patting Jimin’s bum two times and then they separate from each other.
The water from the showerhead above is massaging Jimin’s shoulders and scalp just right. The warmth from the water is spreading through his body and chasing away the coldness from the wet clothes, he had worn.
Jimin sighs in relief, as he ducks his face into the beams of water.
He is using Yoongi’s shampoo and conditioner and his tangerine-scented bodywash too, of course. Jimin can’t help but smile at the tiny tangerine fruits with eyes and small legs plastered on the bottle of orange-colored soap.
It was Jimin who had found it and bought it for his hyung some weeks ago. He couldn’t help himself – it instantly reminded him of Yoongi and the smell of tangerines was so lovely that he simply had to have it.
When Jimin had given it to the elder, Yoongi had huffed a small laugh and kissed Jimin’s temple in thanks but otherwise acted pretty nonchalant – as he usually does. Jimin’s lips quirked up at the memory cause he knows the other secretly likes those kinds of cute things. Like Jimin himself.
Jimin turns off the water and makes quick work of drying himself with the towel Yoongi had laid out for him. Besides the sink is also a pile of clean clothes for him. He puts on the black boxers and the grey loose shorts and then pulls the slightly oversized white t-shirt over his head.
It’s oversized because it's Yoongi’s – his boyfriend clearly knows how much he loves to wear the other’s clothes.
There are some white fuzzy socks left on the counter too, and Jimin loves the feeling of the soft fabric as he puts them on.
There. All set.
He shuffles out of the bathroom and into the hall that leads to the conjoined living room and kitchen. Yoongi’s decor style is clean and rather minimalistic – it’s mostly natural colors and his hyung’s love for beautiful wood is definitely showing.
Jimin likes it here.
His eyes flit around the place – no Yoongi to see anywhere.
“Hyung--!” he calls out. It’s easier than going on a scavenger hunt around this big place, he thinks.
“In here”, Yoongi’s voice comes through from the direction of the bedroom and Jimin quickly moves through the room, grabbing his phone with him as he passes the kitchen island.
The bedroom is quite big. One of the walls is made up of floor-to-ceiling windows and offers a great view of Seoul. Even when it’s raining as much as it is tonight.
There’s a brown piano tucked against one of the walls and on top of it lies a few books and some note sheets. His boyfriend’s black electric guitar is also hung up on the wall and just beside it hangs Yoongi’s acoustic guitar from his tour with all the members' messages on it.
The queen-size bed is placed against the wall farthest away from the door and Yoongi is lying on his stomach, chin propped up on his palm while he’s scribbling away in his notebook.
“He’s probably writing lyrics again”, Jimin thinks as he watches his hyung’s back.
The younger slides across the floorboards in his fuzzy socks and throws himself on the bed next to Yoongi. He tucks one of the pillows under his chest and chin so that he will be more comfortable.
Jimin really doesn’t want to think anymore about that notice or what it means. He just wants to be here – with his boyfriend – as a normal couple.
So, he does what he would’ve done otherwise. He listens to the muted scribbles of Yoongi’s pen on paper while scrolling mindlessly on his phone.
It’s comforting and relaxing really.
Soon enough, the scribbles stop, and Yoongi seems to get the same idea as Jimin and tucks the other pillow under his chest with his phone propped up in front of him.
Even though the bed has plenty of space, they seem to gravitate towards each other and even now – in the silence – their arms are brushing.
Jimin was scrolling on Twitter when a clip from Yoongi’s D-Day tour concerts pops up. Some armys had edited small snippets from when all the members either visited him in the stands or performed with him on stage at the final.
Jimin’s breath stutters a bit in his throat as his thoughts are brought back to everything he didn’t want to think about.
He feels a pout forming on his lips and sighs as he puts down his phone on the bed.
Jimin glances over at his boyfriend, who is still wrapped up in his phone.
As he takes him in – his long slightly messy hair, the multiple hoop earrings in his ears, his bare shoulders and arms, and his pretty face – Jimin feels a blush starting to warm his cheeks.
It’s like he’s under a spell and the younger reaches out with his smaller hand to touch the long black locks that will soon be gone.
“I’m going to miss your long hair”, Jimin says, trying not to sound too sad. But maybe he failed horribly at that because Yoongi’s eyes instantly drift down to the younger’s hand and then to his eyes.
A kind of shy embarrassment fills Jimin and with blushing cheeks, he quickly withdraws his hand from Yoongi’s locks and averts his eyes.
He doesn’t see when Yoongi’s eyes go soft for him, but he soon feels Yoongi’s calloused hand wrap around his own smaller one.
Jimin looks up as his hyung moves his hand up to his lips and presses a small lingering kiss to the backside of Jimin’s hand as he closes his eyes.
Jimin feels like the air got sucked out of him right then and there and his lips part in utter awe at the love packed into the small gesture.
His face is burning from the blush and Yoongi’s cheeks seem to be dusted pink too as he slowly opens his eyes to look at the brunette again.
It’s all too much for Jimin – he feels like his heart might explode while his eyes are beginning to sting from holding back tears.
To hide his flustered face, Jimin hugs the pillow with the hand Yoongi just kissed and bores his face down into the soft cotton fabric with a big huff.
He hears the familiar sound of Yoongi’s laugh as he feels the weight of his boyfriend who leans into him and wraps an arm around his back.
“Only my long hair?” Yoongi asks, and the younger can almost see his smirk even though his face is still buried in the pillow.
Jimin can’t fight it anymore and he feels the tears filling his eyes as he tries to get the words out for his hyung.
Judging by the questioning sound that comes from Yoongi, the younger realizes that his words are completely muffled by the pillow.
There’s no use in hiding anymore.
Jimin raises his head slightly and turns his face toward Yoongi with tears trailing down his cheeks and his brow furrowed. Yoongi’s eyes widen.
“T-there’s no w-way I could only miss your hair..”, Jimin stutters – “you idiot”, he adds looking into Yoongi’s dark eyes.
A fond smile overtakes Yoongi’s face, but his eyes are also glistening a bit as he lightly pushes Jimin’s shoulder so that he can wrap both his arms around the younger’s neck and roll onto him.
“Don’t cry Jiminie, we’re going to be together soon” Yoongi whispers at the side of Jimin’s face, which only makes Jimin cry even harder.
Yoongi’s arms are there as a pillow behind Jimin’s head and the younger wraps his arms tightly around his hyung – his fists gripping the fabric of the black tank top tightly, as he cries.
“Shh – don’t cry baby”, Yoongi shushes.
They both hide their faces in each other’s necks and Jimin wraps his legs around the older’s hips to be as close as possible.
Jimin can feel his hyung’s deep breaths as his hand moves through Jimin’s hair soothingly.
“I already miss you” Jimin hears and feels as his hyung’s lips move against his neck, feeling the puffs of air that come out with the words.
“I know – m-me too” Jimin replies as goosebumps spread over his skin when Yoongi kisses the juncture between his shoulder and neck.
Truly, Jimin does not know how long they stay like this. He finds that he doesn’t really care either. He could stay here forever.
When he finally looks up from his hyung’s neck, his eyes catch on the small number tattooed on Yoongi’s shoulder.
Jimin traces the black ink lightly with his index finger and leaves a kiss on Yoongi’s shoulder as they slowly loosen their grip on each other.
Yoongi rolls onto his side so that they’re still facing each other and his hand comes up to wipe Jimin’s half-dried tears away from his cheek.
Jimin still has his head resting on one of Yoongi’s arms and the younger’s leg is still propped up over his boyfriend’s hip.
They’re staring into each other’s eyes and Yoongi’s hand moves from his face to stroke Jimin’s waist.
“We’ll be okay, baby”, Yoongi mutters into the silence and all Jimin can do is nod slowly.
He knows his hyung is right.
Jimin feels the exhaustion from all the emotions and crying creep up on him and his eyelids soon feel heavy.
He wiggles a little closer to Yoongi and catches the elder’s lips in a drawn-out kiss before he turns around in his hyung’s arms so that they are spooning.
Jimin feels himself relax fully as Yoongi’s arm around his waist tucks him closer and the steady rhythm of Yoongi's warm breath hits Jimin’s nape.
His boyfriend’s right arm stretches out from under Jimin’s neck and Jimin reaches up to intertwine their fingers and Yoongi gives his hand a little squeeze.
“I love you, hyung” Jimin whispers as his eyes drift closed.
A press of lips against Jimin’s nape is the last thing Jimin feels before sleep takes him.
He might have heard the deep timber of Yoongi’s voice whisper, “I love you, too”, but he is not sure.
They fall asleep like that – completely wrapped up – knowing that they belong to each other.