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When Yoongi really thinks about it, it's almost embarrassing how easy it is to fall in love with Jimin.
'Cause I make it so easy to fall in love
So come give me a call, and we'll fall into us
Falling for Jimin isn’t dramatic. There’s no single moment to point at. There is no beginning nor an end. It’s just a gradual surrender, one crescent smile, one gentle touch, one bright laughter one soft “are you okay?” at a time, until Yoongi wakes up one day and realizes his heart has been molded around them. Like it was always waiting.
I'm the perfect mix of Saturday night and the rest of your life
Anyone with a heart would agree
It's so easy to fall in love with
Even though loving Jimin came as naturally and as easy as breathing, love for them hasn't been easy. It came with storms and hurricanes named "expectations" and "traditions" and "This isn't how it's supposed to be". Society had loud opinions about whether or not they made sense. There were laws made by people who had never loved like this, who could not imagine hands finding home in each other, or hearts choosing to stay when the world insisted they shouldn’t.
But Jimin and Yoongi stayed. They stayed through every raised eyebrow, every careful warning, every threat, every well meaning suggestion to choose something easier. They stayed when loving each other meant being brave in quiet ways. They stayed when it would’ve been simpler to let go. Love hadn’t been easy, but it was the one thing they kept choosing.
The way I do my hair, the way I make you laugh
The way we like to share, a walk in Central Park
I could be fresh air, might be the boy of your dreams (dream, dream)
There's no need to hide if you're into me
'Cause I'm into you quite intimately
And maybe one night could turn into three
Well, I'm down to see
And now Jimin was walking down the aisle, soft music playing in the background, surrounded only by the closest friends who believed in their love over traditions and expectations, his fingers laced with his best friend’s, the one who had weathered every storm beside them.
It's so easy (me, me)
It's so easy (me, me)
Yoongi is already crying. He tells himself he won’t. He reminds himself to breathe, to keep it together-- but then Jimin looks at him. Really looks at him. Like this is home. Like this is forever. And everything in Yoongi breaks open so gently.
This is it, he thinks. If I die right now, I’ll allow it. Maybe after the ceremony, though. After the vows. After the rings slide into it's rightful place. After he can say, I am a married man. A man married to Park Jimin.
Anyone with a heart would agree
It's so easy to fall in love with me
Their marriage won't be legal, not on paper or the eyes of people who love reducing love to forms and signatures only. There won't be no offcial stamp or recognition.
But when Yoongi takes Jimin's warm and familiar hands and promises to choose him everyday, legality feels small. Paper feels meaningless .Society's approval holds no value Because what law could measure this? What system could validate something that survived storms and hurricanes and still showed up, ready to continue, sure for the rest of their lives?
It's so easy (me, me)
It's so easy (me, me)
Yoongi kisses Jimin at the end, forehead pressing to his, tears still clinging to his lashes. The world can think whatever it wants.
They stayed, and that's the only proof of their love they'll ever need
Anyone with a heart would agree
It's so easy to fall in love with me (me, me)
(Me, me, me, me, me, me)