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Jimin wasn't expecting anything when he entered home. Well, Yoongi’s home, but he basically lives here with all his belongings already in their designated spaces and his own apartment quite uninhabited.
Everything seemed normal as he put his things on the island before trying to find Yoongi in their bedroom. He opens the door to an empty room, but with the sounds of the shower running from the bathroom. Jimin smiles as he hears the faint, familiar voice singing an old school love ballad.
Jimin has always loved Yoongi’s singing voice, always showing kid-like enthusiasm throughout the years as the elder opened up to singing more in his work. Yoongi’s voice is really Jimin’s favorite.
Knowing how Yoongi’s night showers are lengthy, Jimin changes to comfy sweatpants and steals the discarded hoodie on the bed before plopping down on the bed to rest.
Jimin snuggles against the feather soft comforters and pillows, his eyes closing immediately. The tiredness finally settles in as he feels some muscles on his arms sore and heavy. He’s had a tiring yet fulfilling day of dance practice, meetings with producers for his upcoming project and an intensive workout at the company gym.
Jimin only realizes he had fallen asleep when he wakes up to a soothing warmth flushed against his body. Before his mind fully wakes up, he’s already cuddling closer into the hard yet soft body of his beloved. Yoongi’s musky lavender and sandalwood post-shower scents fill his nose, making him relax even more into the plush mattress.
Jimin smiles into Yoongi’s palm caressing his cheek, feeling warmth swirling in his chest at the loving gesture. This is his favorite place on earth.
The soft rubs by the calloused hand travel from his cheek to his hair, gently massaging the younger’s scalp. Jimin can’t help but emit a breathy sigh at how good it feels after the long day. He hasn’t opened his eyes but he feels Yoongi’s chest rumble in a silent laugh right against him.
Jimin almost falls back asleep if it weren’t for the sudden stop of the fingers working against his head. A frown starts to form in his lips at the loss, a complaint right on the tip of his tongue as he opens his eyes.
Yoongi beats him to it, “Tired, baby?” The way he looks at Jimin, all tender and love spilling out his gaze, the cute small smile to go with it, always robs the breath out of Jimin.
“Don’t stop, hyunggg.” Jimin tugs at Yoongi’s shirt, pulling his hand to massage his head again.
Yoongi complies, but not before shuffling closer, so their faces are just a breath away. He pecks Jimin’s cheek as his hand continues rubbing the younger’s scalp.
An outright purr that comes from the depths of his chest causes Jimin’s favorite gummy smile to appear in front of his face.
“You like it that much?” Jimin responds with a satisfied hum, unable to contain his own growing smile.
“More than my kisses?” Yoongi starts to tease. Jimin feigns contemplation for a few seconds before he contends with a confident, “Of course.”
Jimin giggles when Yoongi pouts so adorably, but before Jimin can break away from their banter, Yoongi nods animatedly as he smirks while saying, “Understandable… But I bet no more than my hugs.”
Jimin huffs out a silent laugh. “Oh, sorry. You’re wrong again, hyung.”
Mischief is the only thing that Jimin can draw from Yoongi’s expression at the response. “Fine, then.”
Jimin suddenly feels so cold when the body just flushed against him disappears. He jerks up into a sitting position, almost feeling like a mini whiplash at the stark difference.
Yoongi settles a safe distance from him, laying down on the left side of the huge bed, sighing dramatically as he looks up at the ceiling. “I guess I’m better off here then… Jimin doesn’t like my hugs anymore…”
After endless bickering throughout the years, the two are used to these playful shenanigans. It never faltered even after they started dating, just added more touching and kisses. The flirty banters were why they ended up together anyway.
But Jimin’s resolve always crumbles easily when he sees Yoongi pretending to be sad at the lack of love he receives. There’s not even a millisecond Jimin wants Yoongi to feel like that’s true, even if it’s just harmless bickering they always do.
“Hyunggg, noooo…” Jimin attaches himself to Yoongi again, hiding his face in the elder’s neck as he tangles his limbs around Yoongi’s.
But Yoongi doesn’t immediately hug him back.
Jimin’s almost dazed at Yoongi’s lovely scent, stronger as he nuzzles against his neck. “I love your hugs the most in this world, hyung. Can’t get enough of them.”
“Is that so?” Yoongi talks in such a formal tone it’s silly. Jimin pulls back to see his expression, a playful smile adorning his handsome face.
Jimin can’t help but stare at Yoongi’s soft, pink lips a beat longer. “Yes, yes.” He nods absentmindedly before he slots their mouths together in a sweet, chaste kiss.
Yoongi hums into the kiss and it wonderfully reverberates against Jimin’s chest. As they pull back, Jimin keeps them close, so his lips are still brushing Yoongi’s as he talks. “Love your kisses, I just think of kissing you all day.”
Yoongi pulls him for another kiss, this time a bit longer and more patient, the elder’s mouth opening up more to tangle their tongues into a familiar dance. Jimin sighs into it when Yoongi’s arms finally wrap tight against his waist.
“I think about that, too,” Yoongi pants out as he regains his composure, eyes still focused on Jimin’s saliva-slickened lips.
But because they’re Jimin and Yoongi, the teasing never stops.
“So while you are serving this country and handling important military business, you’re actually just thinking about kissing me?” Jimin sees the playful glint returning to Yoongi’s eyes.
“You should know I’ve always been good at multitasking, Jimin-ah.”
“Hmm…” Jimin raises a brow at that, egging him on.
“Well we always kiss while I cook, and also when I write lyrics. Kissing you while I play the guitar, kissing you while I beat Jin-hyung at games, kissing you while I sleep–”
Jimin’s laugh fills their room as Yoongi’s list becomes more absurd. God, he loves this idiot.
They continue to chat about their days and laugh at funny anecdotes while they cuddle, consumed in their own world.
Only a timer from Yoongi’s phone disrupts their flow. “Go shower, Jimin-ah. Dinner’s almost ready.”
Jimin’s heart skips a beat at Yoongi’s nonchalant yet profound way of taking care of him. It’s a daily occurrence, but it never ceases the warmth to spread from within him.
“Oh, what are you cooking?”
“Go shower and find out,” Yoongi says teasingly as he pushes Jimin up the bed.
Jimin makes a scene by hugging Yoongi and not letting him go, “Aww, hyunggg, let’s just eat first, hmm?”
“No, you stink! It’ll ruin my appetite when we eat.” Yoongi laughs as Jimin huffs out with feigned annoyance.
“Fine. Good luck getting your goodnight kiss, later.” Jimin gets out of bed before heading to the closet to get his clothes.
A sudden pinch in his butt makes him yelp in surprise, before a pair of strong arms wrap around him again. Jimin smirks as Yoongi kisses his cheek, asking for forgiveness.
Jimin stays calm and collected, purposefully ignoring his lover’s strategy and loving how much attention he’s getting.
“If you keep this up, maybe… I’ll change my mind,” Jimin pulls away from the back hug, looking up at Yoongi with an indifferent yet smug expression. Then he disappears into the bathroom.
Jimin takes a relatively quick shower, as he usually does. At the mention of dinner, he realized he was indeed hungry, so the thought of eating Yoongi’s love-filled food excites him. It’s really one of his biggest sources of happiness in his daily life.
Jimin’s walking down the hall to the dining area while he puts on Yoongi’s hoodie again, discreetly inhaling the pleasant scent of his lover from the fabric. He’s so used to the layout of the apartment that he can walk with his eyes closed. That’s why he doesn’t realize the dimmed lights in the dining and kitchen space.
And his giddy, adorable boyfriend holding a plate of mini hotteok with lightened candles that spell ‘HAPPY’ on them, anxiously waiting for him.
Jimin pulls off the hood from his head as he stops in his tracks.
“Ah– Hyung?”
“Happy birthday to you…” Yoongi sings the familiar tune with a shy smile on his face as he closes the distance between them.
Jimin breaks out in a toothy grin, back arching as he laughs in pure elation and hands clapping along to the out of tune and shaky tone of Yoongi’s singing. He thinks he should be worried about the tightening sensation in his chest, as if his heart is swelling too much, unable to be restricted within his ribs because of just how much love and adoration he feels at the moment for Yoongi.
Min Yoongi. The love of his life.
He can’t stop looking at Yoongi’s face. Eyes averting his gaze and cheeks flushed red at what Jimin thinks is slight embarrassment at the fact he’s singing alone, and at how intimate this gesture really is. He’s so freaking sweet.
Yoongi has always been the sweetest person. Even before they started dating, when their feelings were just platonic, Jimin still felt warm all over at Yoongi’s thoughtfulness for him and the members. Looking back, he knows he also became a more considerate person because of observing Yoongi all those years.
The buzzing in his body feels almost uncontainable as Jimin starts to move restlessly on the balls of his feet. His hands cover his mouth as his smile almost splits his face. He desperately wants to kiss and wrap his arms around Yoongi, but he absolutely marvels at this scene.
When Yoongi finishes the song, Jimin jumps and claps like a kindergartener, making inconceivable happy noises. He can’t help but get on his tippy toes to quickly peck his lover on the lips, careful not to get his hoodie on fire.
“Make a wish, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi’s fond and tender expression makes him melt.
His wishes are not much different than his usual ones. For Yoongi, the members, his family and friends and ARMYs to be happy, healthy and safe and be with them for a long time. He adds for him and Yoongi to stay this happy and loving together for a long time, too.
He blows the candles and cheers along with Yoongi, feeling so much gratitude and love for the man in front of him. Just as quickly, he takes the plate to set it down on the nearby counter before jumping eagerly into his lover’s embrace.
“...Yoongi, hyung. Thank you.” Jimin tightens his grip on Yoongi’s shirt as he feels the sting in his eyes. “I love you, hyung.”
Yoongi kisses him on the crown of his head before nuzzling into his hair. “I love you so much, Jimin-ah… More than I could ever say.”
Jimin notices how Yoongi’s voice softens even more, which proceeds to only tug at his heartstrings relentlessly.
Oh god, oh god. Yoongi…
They stay there for a good while. Overwhelmed, in love, and so safe.
At some point, Yoongi starts to sway them, creating their own melody to dance to. Jimin lets out a small giggle and starts to guide them into bigger movements, Yoongi catching up and twirling Jimin in a supposedly ‘elegant’ attempt of ballroom dancing. Jimin wants to capture and revel in the bright smile on Yoongi’s face when their eyes meet.
He’s so beautiful…
They share a sweet kiss, Jimin teasing Yoongi with bold licks into his mouth before the latter pulls away and guides them back to the makeshift birthday cake he prepared.
“Jimin-ah, can you appreciate my artwork first, please?” Yoongi turns on the lights and hugs Jimin from the back to make him focus. It doesn’t help Jimin focus that easily, though.
“Oh! Smiley faces!” Jimin takes a good look at the cute hotteoks and the small holes poked into them to form smiley faces. How can someone be this cute?! He also loves the fact that Yoongi forgoed getting him a cake, because he truthfully doesn’t really like them.
Jimin can’t let up an opportunity to tease Yoongi back as he says, “But where’s the candles saying birthday? Were you in a hurry, hyung?”
“Because I don’t want you to just be happy on your birthday. It’s me wishing you to be happy everyday, cutie.” Jimin gasps as Yoongi whispers the last words right into his ear, the warm breath tickling his ear.
He had to take a good moment to gain composure before he completely melts again, leaning back onto Yoongi and turning his head to face his lover. “That’s sweet…”
Jimin shyly smiles, mirroring Yoongi’s expression. Really, he can’t get enough of Yoongi’s cuteness. He’s always surprised by how cute and sweet his lover is and he’s unbelievably lucky for that.
Yoongi kisses him. “Actually if I put the ‘BIRTHDAY’ candles, it would be too crowded, so it was an aesthetic choice mostly.”
It doesn’t lessen the constricting, pleasantly warm sensation seething inside him, but even adds to it. Yoongi is the one person who he can bounce with between serious and unserious in a blink of an eye. God, how can he get this lucky, really?
Jimin simply laughs, wholeheartedly, all grins and crescent eyes as his body completely leans back into Yoongi’s.
“Yeah, yeah. If it looked ugly, I wouldn’t have accepted it so you did well.”
“See? I know you the best.”
“You really do, hyung…”
They share another loving gaze before kissing chastely. Jimin takes note to make out with Yoongi after they eat dinner.
Jimin takes a photo of Yoongi’s artwork, excited to show it to ARMY in his livestream the next day. As they eat and chat throughout dinner, Jimin comes to realize how his daily life with Yoongi has always been filled with so much happiness.
It really is that simple.
He smiles contentedly throughout the night, his hand never leaving Yoongi’s. Smiles, laughs and jokes making up the beautiful memories of the two of them.