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Prompt: Baby
Yoongi’s got a soft spot for Jimin, that much everyone knows, but no matter how soft the spot was, Yoongi has his limits.
Staring, ever since he could remember, was bad. It was impolite, really, and he didn’t do it, nor did he like getting it done to him (it could feel flattering, but then what if he was getting stared at because there was something stuck in his teeth, or something was hanging out of his nostrils? No, thank you). So, really—Yoongi tried not to frown and feel uncomfortable, but he has a pretty short temper. Park fucking Jimin has been staring at him for the past twenty minutes, and Yoongi would preen at the attention but Jimin wasn’t even smiling. What the fuck? Why is he even staring so hard? Why does he look so constipated?
In an attempt to save himself from snapping in annoyance, and Jimin from his constipation, Yoongi finally decided to look up from his phone, making eye contact with the younger boy. He was caught a little off-guard when Jimin didn’t even flinch.
Catching himself, Yoongi pressed his lips into a thin line before sitting back against his seat, eyes glancing over to the window. The train they were in zoomed past the countryside, beautiful colors of green and blue and the occasional pink blending together to form one sweet picture. “Why are you staring, Jimin?”
Out of the corner of his eyes, Jimin sat up straight jerkily, cheeks coloring a deep pink as he kept on staring at Yoongi. Wordlessly, he stands up and plants himself on the tiny space next to Yoongi. Yoongi grunts at how squeezed together they are, but Jimin’s still fucking staring. What the fuck, seriously.
“Jimin, I swear, you’re fucking scaring me—”
“Hyung, do you have any idea how perfect you are?” Jimin blurted out, and he looked ready to bolt at any moment but he stayed seated.
Yoongi just stared. “What? That’s so random—”
“I think I like you.”
Yoongi blinked once. Twice. Thrice for good measure, before letting himself take in Jimin’s words and appearance. I think I like you, Jimin had said—whispered, more like, but clear enough. His soft round cheeks were blooming into a deep shade of red, the color travelling all the way down onto the skin beneath his fuzzy coat. Yoongi’s eyes widened as understanding dawned on him, and he felt his own face heat up in response.
“E-excuse me?” Yoongi stuttered, and his eyes snapped down towards Jimin’s lips when the younger decided to nibble on them. A nervous tic of his.
“I…I think I—n-no. I like you, hyung.”
Now, don’t get Yoongi wrong. He likes Jimin. It was clear in the way he allowed only Jimin to stay over at his house despite Namjoon being his best friend yet never having stayed over even once. It was clear when Jimin was the only one who could cuddle and snuggle up to him despite Taehyung never having done it, him being the hugger in their circle of friends. It was clear in the way Yoongi allowed only Jimin to do a lot of things, and still get away with it—he likes Jimin. But the way Jimin had said it implied something else.
And Yoongi needs a moment to breathe, okay. He’s been trying really hard to ignore his own feelings because he was sure Jimin only viewed him as a friend—an older brother, even—but this?
“…c-come again?” Yoongi muttered hoarsely, still blinking furiously because Jimin was too close, the younger’s small hands (which Yoongi had always dreamed of holding, damn it) perched lightly on Yoongi’s thighs.
Seeing Yoongi’s reaction must have given Jimin some confidence boost, because despite looking as red as an apple, there was the tiniest hint of his usual cheeky smile on his face. “I like you, Yoongi-hyung.”
Yoongi opened and closed his mouth like a fish, words failing him during the one moment he needed to come off as his usual, campus-famous Cool Sunbae Min Yoongi persona. He watched as Jimin gave him a soft smile, small hands finally finding their way to Yoongi’s clenched ones. Jimin looked down at their hands, his own placed tentatively on top, before he carefully lifts one of Yoongi’s clenched fists. Yoongi watches him wordlessly, unable to say anything because damn it his heart was going fucking crazy right now.
“I like you, hyung,” Jimin whispers, unfurling one finger to unclench it.
He whispers his confession with every finger, soft ‘I like you’s floating in the air around them, and when Yoongi’s open palm is finally facing up, Jimin gently laces their fingers together. He looks up at Yoongi shyly, before letting out a smile—soft, bashful, and so raw and pure it has Yoongi’s heart twinging with Too Many Emotions.
“Do you like me, too, hyung?” Jimin asks cutely, and Yoongi wants to punch his own face because of course, he does and Jimin knows this if the little smirk and cheeky glint he has in his eyes were anything to go by.
So instead of answering, Yoongi uses his free hand to reach out and pinch Jimin’s cheek gently, eliciting a soft whine from him. Yoongi chuckles, and Jimin glares at him weakly, rubbing his cheek with his free hand. Their hands are still laced together, resting on Yoongi’s thigh.
“That’s for being such a little shit, Park Jimin,” Yoongi starts, and before Jimin can say anything, he rests his hand around Jimin’s nape and pulls him forward, closing the distance and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips, “and this is my answer, sunshine.”
Jimin’s eyes are wide, face impossibly red, and Yoongi can’t help but laugh because Jimin looks so ridiculous and funny and beautiful. Yoongi’s heart is racing a mile a minute and he’s sure he’s as red as Jimin is, so he pulls their fingers away and pulls Jimin in for a hug. Jimin falls on his chest with a soft, “oomph”, and Yoongi tries to fight the urge to coo—anything Jimin did was just so cute.
“…so…‘sunshine’?” Jimin asks softly, a smile audible in his voice.
Yoongi groans softly, chin resting on Jimin’s fluffy brown hair. “Don’t push it.”
Jimin hums, squirming around to get comfortable, arms finding their way around Yoongi’s waist. “…are we like, together now, hyung?”
Yoongi can’t help but roll his eyes. “I wouldn’t kiss somebody who’s just a friend, brat.”
Jimin breathes out a soft giggle, snuggling closer into Yoongi’s warmth, before talking again, his voice getting sleepy. The train’s lulling sensation was relaxing, really. “Hyung…do you want a pet name, too?”
“…Jimin, please shut up.”
“…what about ‘baby’? ‘cause you’re cute, and all…” He yawns quietly, and Yoongi automatically pulls him closer into a more comfortable angle.
“Again—don’t push it, sunshine.”
Jimin nods, pressing his face against Yoongi’s neck. “Yeah…okay, baby…”
Yoongi hears the pet name as Jimin falls asleep, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it.
From: Namjoon
Hyung, where are you
To: Namjoon
sorry, we missed the stop
we’ll be there in a bit
From: Namjoon
aish u were busy sucking faces weren’t you
To: Namjoon
………n o
From: Namjoon
oh my goD PRAISE THE LORD
it’s about T I M E
To: Namjoon
fuck off
but yeah about time ;)