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"Hyung, wake up"
"no"
"you're going to be late for work"
"Ah fuck".
yoongi opened his eyes to see a familiar face smiling at him, a smile as bright as the sun. "Get lost hoseok" ,Yoongi said as he rolled on to the other side of the bed to look at the clock on the bedside table beside him which said 6 : 30 A.M. Yoongi cursed himself as he got up from his bed lazily and rushed to the bathroom. "A good morning would've been nice" he heard hoseok say as he shut the door.
"Thank you visit again" the cashier said and gave Yoongi a tight smile. Yoongi couldn't help but notice how tired she looked. She must've worked through the night, Yoongi thought as he managed to pull a fake smile at her as he left the place with his cold coffee. Yoongi understood the pain of the cashier as he worked as a part time cashier too, at the café which was just a few blocks away.
As Yoongi left the shop and walked down the street, a street which led him to his favourite place, a place to which he's been going for the past months, he couldn't help but let a familiar feeling of excitement take over him.
Yoongi had never been late for work. It was just hoseok who thought so. Hoseok thought yoongi's shift started at 7 in the morning but it wasn't true. Yoongi's shift started at 9 am. He'd been getting out of the house two hours early , lying to hoseok that he was going for work, getting his cold coffee at the nearby Coffee shop, and walked down the streets to wait patiently on a bench next to a couple others in the heart of the city to listen to what he called: the voice of the Angel.
Yoongi pushed the fabric covering his wrist aside and looked at the time on his watch. He had 15 minutes more, But yoongi would fall asleep from pulling an all nighter the previous night if he sat idle so he decided to work on the new tune he'd been trying to compose for his project. Time flew so quickly and yoongi had been indulged in his project so much that he did not notice that the masked figure he'd been waiting for had arrived. Yoongi's head shot up at the familiar sound of the guitar chords. He hurriedly closed his laptop and sat in the most comfortable way he could and let out a deep sigh as the masked figure across him started singing .
Yoongi closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the voice of the Angel and there he was, in the sunflower fields, once again. Yoongi loved that feeling, he loved the way how the voice of the masked busker took him to his favourite place, the place he missed and cherished the most; the sunflower fields of daegu. He remembered the times he laid peacefully amongst the sunflowers, doing nothing but staring into the bright blue sky that somehow seemed to give him a sense of hope. He'd lay there for hours together with a completely clear mind. The sunflower fields were his home and the sunflowers were his companions. Yellow meant happiness for yoongi and he had always loved sunflowers since he was young. He loved the way how the sunflowers faced only the sun; their only source of energy, no matter how forceful the wind pushed them away, they always faced the sun, with their faces held high, refusing to look down and dull. Yoongi learnt an important lesson from the sunflowers as a child, to never let sadness engulf him and to focus only on what gave him hope, to focus only on the sun, only on whatever made him happy . Yoongi used to miss the sunflower fields the most after he moved to Seoul ,but not anymore because the boy's voice made him feel like he was physically present in the sunflower fields once again; he felt like he was laying amongst the sunflowers, his beloved companions, once again with the fresh smell of flowers filling his nostrils and the soft voice of the boy coming from a distance. Yoongi felt warmth fill his heart whenever he thought about the sunflower fields and he felt the same warmth right then,hearing the boy across him sing. God, he'd listen even if the boy sang a freaking Justin beiber song,he was in for the voice; so soft,so pure.
My only place of happiness,
My own place of solitude.
The mystery how the voice of a masked boy, who held a guitar in his tiny hands (Which according to yoongi was very cute) who wore different coloured hoodies with sweater paws and ripped jeans almost everyday and with cute little eyes that disappeared from smiling everytime a stranger dropped some money into his hat,with blonde golden hair, could give yoongi a feeling beyond words remained unsolved. Yoongi knew nothing about the boy even thought he'd been listening to him sing everyday for months. This had been yoongi's routine for the past few months , lying to his roommate and listening to the boy sing for an hour, dropping him a few coins, attending his shift at the café and then college. Yoongi felt like his day would be incomplete without listening to the boy sing. Yoongi hated to admit but he felt curious about the boy, he wanted to know more about the masked figure, he wanted to know his name, his identity, how he looked like and all about him. Yoongi didnt know what to name the feeling he'd been feeling towards that boy; affection, love, call it whatever you want. But as days passed, there was one question that kept troubling yoongi: what does he like more? The boy's voice or the boy himself? But yoongi never bothered to find the answer to the question. He's too shy and he'd Never initiate a conversation with the boy. But he wanted to. Like, really really wanted to.
And now that you take me back there,
I find you as a part of my peace.
Yoongi shrugged the thoughts about the boy off even though he knew they'd come back eventually. But he decided to ignore them then and started listening to the singing. An hour passed In no time and soon the boy stopped singing and yoongi watched the boy as he cautiously took the guitar strap off his neck and placed his guitar into the case in silence. It was yoongi's time to leave then or else he'd be late for work. Yoongi got up from the bench making sure he took all his items and made his Way to the boy and dropped a few Coins into the hat like he always would and looked at the boy who was busy placing his guitar in its Case. The boy didn't seem to notice yoongi staring at him. Should I talk to him?, yoongi thought. Yoongi bit his lower lip deciding whether to talk to the boy or not. Don't be a pussy, yoongi thought. he'd been watching the boy for months then ; he should try speaking to the boy or atleast tell him about how amazing his voice was. The boy deserved to know it because most people mindlessly passed by him while some dropped a few coins and rarely did some stayed to listen. Nobody bothered to hear to him sing. Yoongi was always mad about the fact that people decide to ignore the boy sing and he always wondered if that would make the boy insecure and would make him stop singing, but the boy never stopped singing.
You're as beautiful as any other flower
And much more better, my dear sunflower.
Yoongi decided to talk to the boy and cleared his throat to get the attention of the boy who was busy finding something in his bag but it did not work. Did he not hear me?Yoongi thought and cleared his throat again. There was no response; the boy didn't even turn to look at yoongi. Yoongi could see that the boy was clearly ignoring him, So he quietly walked away, disappointed.
***
"my,my,my, why is the great yoongi looking sad"
"Shut the fuck up hoseok"
"Why do I even bother"
"Exactly"
yoongi turned around to see hoseok walking away cursing at him. A part of yoongi wanted to tell hoseok about the crush he'd been developing on the nameless
Boy but part of him was scared about how hoseok would react. Yoongi has been roommates with hoseok for 5 years then and it was kind of not fair for yoongi to hide things from him. A wave of guilt took over yoongi as he thought about how dejected hoseok would feel if he told him about all the stuff that had been happening the past months.
But then, yoongi knew exactly about how hoseok would laugh his ass off if he told him about what happened that day; about how he got ignored by the boy. Yoongi had always kept his identity hidden to the boy; he had never tried talking to him and he always wore black clothes with a cap hiding almost all of his face. He probably doesn't even know I exist, yoongi thought as he sighed. Yoongi clearly was developing some unnecessary feelings but it was too late to ignore them then. He kept thinking about the boy almost every minute then and though he had no idea about how the boy looked like or who he was since the boy always wore a mask, yoongi found him perfect somehow. The sound of the bell ringing from a distance distracted yoongi from his thoughts as he got up and made his way to his class.
...
Yoongi settled down on the same bench the next day with his usual Cold coffee and a black canvas bag with his laptop, USB and some books inside. Everything yoongi owned and wore was black which made him look like a death reaper, as hoseok says, but it was yoongi's own way of dressing and he liked it. If yoongi was proud of something about himself, it would be two things; the first thing would be the time when he decided to walk down the other street instead of the usual one months ago which eventually led him to finding his Angel and the other thing would be his sense of dressing.
Yoongi yawned as he unlocked his phone to know the time. There was still some time left before the boy usually arrived so yoongi pulled out his laptop to work on his tunes as usual to avoid falling asleep. The boy had never been late , he had always been on time which was one among the list of all the other things that made the nameless Boy yoongi's "perfect type". Yoongi knew nothing about the boy's character, his tastes and preferences or even if he's straight or not but yoongi had somehow ended up being a victim of the boys mysterious charms. I mean, he has a nice ass, yoongi thought as he choked on his cold coffee thinking about the times when his eyes were fixed upon the boys ass, unable to take them off, knowingly or unknowingly. Yoongi shook his head in embarrassment as he got back to editing the tunes again.
Yoongi looked away from his laptop after a long fifteen to ten minutes, to see if the boy he'd been waiting for had come, to notice that the boy had already arrived and that he was staring, directly at yoongi . Yoongi sat up straight ; eyes wide , hands cold and sweaty and with heat already making its way up to his pale cheeks, he looked away from the boy as fast as he could to his laptop again. How long has he been looking at me like that? Why hasn't he started singing? What's going on? Am I dreaming? Or is he really looking at me? Why? , A million questions swarmed Yoongi's mind and made him a bit dizzy but he didn't seem to care about all that. yoongi was trying to find an answer to one question that seemed really urgent at the moment: Should I look up or not?
Yoongi started shaking his left leg up and down, vigorously without knowledge making it clearly evident that he was nervous. As he was having a mental battle whether to look up or not, the busker had started playing his daily tunes.
Yoongi slowly shut his laptop and lifted his head to look at the boy. The boy wasn't looking at Yoongi. Yoongi let out a sigh of relief and sat at ease. He must have looked around, yoongi thought as he let out a small chuckle about how he had reacted to the split second eye contact with the boy. Yoongi was one dramatic son of a bitch and he knew it. The boy was singing some old ninetees song and Yoongi let the boys voice consume him once again, as he took a sip of out of his coffee.
Same old city, same old place
But never did I get bored of you
An hour later Yoongi opened his eyes when the boy stopped singing to find himself seated on a bench in the middle of Seoul, instead of a sunflower field.He was kind of disappointed that the boy had stopped singing. He wanted the boy to sing for hours and hours and a part of yoongi wanted the boy to sing to him and him only. But yoongi knew that it was highly impossible since his first attempt at trying to strike a conversation with the boy failed terribly.
Yoongi found himself walking towards the boy to drop some money into his hat like always. yoongi was not trying to grab the attention of the boy in any way since he had already learnt his lesson the previous day. Yoongi saw the boy placing the guitar into its case and zipping it carefully as he dropped a few coins into his hat. Yoongi would love to contribute more, but being a broke college student with a shitty job as a cashier at a café; that was the most he could give to the boy. Yoongi adjusted his black canvas bag on his shoulder and turned to walk away. And as he did, he heard someone with a sweet, squeaky voice say, "thank you"
Is that you, sunflower?
Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks as he turned around to find the owner of the voice. He was met by a pair of tiny brown crescent shaped eyes smiling at him. It was him, it was the boy.
Yoongi tensed up at the sudden interaction and his body refused to work but his Brain pressurised him to say something." y-you're welcome" , yoongi blurted out, as he watched the Pair of eyes disappear , which meant that the boy was smiling. Yoongi couldn't help but smile in return but stopped when he noticed the boy being all packed up and ready to leave. Should I ask him something? Yoongi thought, but then he remembered the way the boy ignored him the day before. He didn't want to talk to me, but why did he thank me Just now? yoongi was confused because he did not know if it was the boy who was acting strange or if it was himself who was Taking things the wrong way. Yoongi then noticed the boy staring at him blankly and realised that he'd been thinking for a long time then. And so yoongi gave his best shot.
" w-which way a-a-are you heading?" , yoongi stammered. Fuck, yoongi thought as he cringed at the way he spoke up. "The same way as you", the boy replied as he started walking forward and yoongi walked along with him. As yoongi walked down the street with the boy by his side, he swallowed hard. The past few minutes took place pretty quickly and yoongi found all of it hard to believe.
Now, as you walk beside me,
Can we do this for the rest of my life?
As yoongi walked down the street with the boy by his side, he couldn't help but feel insecure about every inch of skin on his body, the way he walked, his dressing and everything. Maybe hoseok was right,I really do look ugly, yoongi thought as he took a quick look at himself on a car window. The boy made yoongi doubt things about himself that he even didn't care about before. Yoongi felt like he looked presentable yet he was insecure because the boy was the most prettiest creation he'd ever seen, although not entirely; the way the boy's smooth moisturised skin glowed in the sun just like His hair which was soft and blonde, the way how the boy would often run his fingers through his golden hair, after each song, making it even more messier and yet managing to look good somehow and the smallest of things yoongi managed to notice from parts of the boy's face that was visible, simply mesmerised yoongi and made him long even more for the day when he'd finally get to see the boy without the mask on, the day when he'd get to touch the soft silky strands of the boys hair, maybe even play with them and the day when he'd listen to the boy sing, only for him. Yoongi felt like his features would nothing compared to the boy's even though he'd never seen his face except the upper part of it. yoongi wondered if the boy would even consider dating him.
boy, you make me stammer.
Yoongi kept up his pace with the boy and their footsteps were then synchronised. The boy took a few glances at yoongi every now and then making yoongi's poor heart pound faster than it already was. But In the midst of being flustered and insecure, yoongi was confused because The boy had been walking along with yoongi For a long time then, he turned into the same streets just as yoongi would; it appeared as thought the boy was going to drop yoongi off at the café. Why is he still accompanying me?, Yoongi thought as they turned right into a small street . Yoongi had never been more confused in his entire life but he decided to stay quiet.
Yoongi could then see the café from where they were, it was just a few buildings away. But yoongi wished it would just disappear so they could endlessly keep walking. Though the whole journey was awkward and nobody spoke anything, the mere presence of the boy was enough for yoongi, it was more than enough. Yoongi wanted to walk with the boy forever. But to yoongi's disappointment, they soon reached the café and the boy stopped right infront of it and turned to look at yoongi. " tell me if I'm wrong but this is where you work, right?", the boy said. There were only three words that could describe how yoongi was feeling right then: confused as fuck. "How do you know?" Yoongi asked, finally. " Ive been watching you listen to me, drop some money and leave, for a few months now, but I don't think you know that I leave right after you do. I walk right behind you because my place is down the same road as the place where you work, it's just a few buildings away from here"
As soon as yoongi realised what the boy had just said ; He felt a million things. First of all He felt happy because the boy knew he existed but then he felt sad, because he had not known that ; he felt confused because he needed time to let all of this process; he was mad, mad at himself, because among all the other things that took place in the past minutes, he couldn't help but notice how the boy's blonde hair moved slowly in the wind, it wasn't even windy but yoongi noticed that his hair still moved along with the breeze that passed them every now and then; he was in some way proud of himself because he managed to get the attention of the boy, without himself being aware of it but was also disappointed in himself at the same time, he was disappointed at his unbelievable stupidity, the boy was behind him all along and yet he failed to notice; he was speechless and amused because he still had a chance, he felt like the boy did Not ignore him on purpose because it was the boy who initiated a conversation with him, it was the boy who had accompanied him all the way long and it was the boy who did all of it.
And at that very moment, I realised
That I wasn't invisible anymore
"How did I not notice", Yoongi finally said something. The boy chucked in return. "I don't know but I thought you'd mistake me for a stalker so I thought I'd tell you" , the boy said and continued before yoongi could say something, " you must be late for work, so I'll get going". But yoongi did not want him to leave at all, yoongi wanted him to Stay and talk about anything at all but he had to let him go because yoongi was so Close to passing out, the sudden interaction was too much to take in. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.." Yoongi dragged his sentence hoping to get a name , "oh it's park jimin, and you are?" The boy questioned yoongi inreturn,"Min yoongi" ,Yoongi replied and saw the boys eyes disappear once again, "I'll see you around, yoongi-ssi" And with that the boy waved at yoongi and walked away. Yoongi waved back and watched in silence Till the boy got out of sight. There was only one thing that kept repeating itself in yoongi's mind and yoongi knew that it was all that he was going to be thinking about the rest of the day: It was a name and the name was Park jimin.
Hearing you utter my name,
The name never felt prettier before
***
"I'm sorry Mrs. Kim, but I'm taking the day off", Yoongi said and started sprinting towards the exit. Park jimin, the name kept repeating itself on loop on yoongi's mind and it was driving him crazy. Yoongi couldn't work, all of his mind was on the boy, the way he walked, talked and literally everything about him. Yoongi wanted to scream his lungs out because he was immensely happy; he got the boy's name, it was park jimin. Yoongi didn't want to keep the good news to himself, He wanted to share it with someone, he was too tired of keeping things to himself. Yoongi usually never told anything to anyone, he was reserved and quiet but right then, it wasn't the time to act like that. His tongue ached to tell about the boy to someone, it wanted to keep repeating the name park jimin again and again. Such a beautiful name it was, park jimin, just like the boy who owned it.
Yoongi had never ran that fast in his entire life; yoongi couldn't help but laugh because he's only got the boy's name and yet he felt like he saved the nation from a terrorist attack or maybe he really had achieved something even bigger. Yoongi sprinted Down the streets towards his university, He couldn't wait to tell someone. Yoongi was excited like a child in a toy shop and he couldn't contain it. He kind of felt nervous about the next time he'd meet the boy, but right then he decided to think about it later; excitement is all that he felt, the name park jimin is all that seemed to matter.
Yoongi started walking towards the dance studio as soon as he entered the Seoul university. Yoongi's eyes searched hoseok or anyone at all but he hoped he'd find hoseok first. Yoongi felt every muscle In his legs ache with pain and felt like a thousand trucks just ran over him, from all the running , but he didn't mind all that, he wanted to just tell someone. He thought he'd tell hoseok after work and tried the best he could to finish his shift but he couldn't. And so there he was speed walking towards the dance studio in hopes to find someone and that someone being hoseok.
Yoongi Knocked once, twice and when there was no response, opened the door with a loud thud and stormed inside the studio; he just couldn't wait. " hoseok! " Yoongi screamed out his name in excitement. He was hoping to hear a surprised Yoongi hyung? In return and he did hear it but from a different person.
A tall and muscular figure with a surprised face and big doed eyes ,in contrast to his entire physique, came into view and it was none other than jeon jeongguk. "Hey hyung, aren't you supposed to be at work?" , Jeongguk said while chewing on what seemed to be gummy bears. He was the baby of the group and took every chance to prove it. Yoongi's face softened at the sight of Jeongguk , though he was a bit disappointed that it was Jeongguk instead of hoseok, yoongi liked jeongguk though he was an arrogant brat sometimes. "Yeah guk, where's hoseok?" yoongi honesty did not mind telling jeongguk everything, not that he had a choice right then, but jeongguk was the second closest person to Yoongi, the first being hoseok. "He's not here yet, do you have something important to say? You look tensed" Jeongguk questioned Yoongi just like he read his mind or something. "Yeah, very important, actually, do you have a moment to spare?" yoongi asked hurriedly to which jeongguk blinked in confusion and nodded his head after a few moments of thinking. yoongi was becoming more and more impatient as time passed by, he just wanted to tell everything, he wanted to let it all out.
***
"Are you telling me that you've been watching the boy for the past few months and managed to get his name only now?" ,jeongguk said, his voice a bit loud , making heads turn to stare at them. "..yes", Yoongi replied quietly after a few minutes of hesitation. Yoongi looked up from the ground to look at jeongguk whose mouth was agape with his whole face screaming ' you're so unbelievable, hyung' . "I can't socialise,guk" Yoongi tried to justify and gained a soft gasp from jeongguk in return. And for the next few minutes jeongguk simply stared at Yoongi in shock which was expected because yoongi's always made himself seem like he's cool and cold before everyone, and it definitely would be a surprise to see the soft side of Yoongi that nobody knew he possessed. "A-Anyways" jeongguk said after a long time and cleared his throat. He leaned in a bit forward to rest his elbows on the table. "You don't know how he looks like?" Jeongguk asked , "no", Yoongi replied to him and watched jeongguk as he let out a deep sigh.
"You're so smitten, hyung"
"I'm not"
"Yes you are"
"The way you describe him says it all" , he said and smiled at Yoongi softly. Yoongi watched the smile slowly disappear as his eyes landed on yoongi's leather jacket. "Please don't tell me you go to see your crush dressed like that" Jungkook said, his eyes filled with horror. "Come on, I look nice" Yoongi said with full confidence in his dressing as he looked down at his clothing, a black t shirt and on top of it ; a black leather jacket which said 'don't talk to me' at the back of it, a pair of black ripped jeans and black sneakers. Perfect. "Hyung I understand your love for black but please wear some colours" jeongguk said his face filled with concern. Yoongi hated to admit but jeongguk always dressed well, he was very particular about what he wore. "Yellow maybe, it'd suit you" , jeongguk said and looked at Yoongi. yellow, yoongi thought , the colour of sunflowers. A small smile appeared on yoongi's lips as he thought about the sunflower fields and eventually jimin. "But I don't own any yellow clothing" , yoongi Said and scratched the back of his neck. Yoongi was kind of excited at the thought of wearing colours, especially yellow. Yoongi always wore black and maybe wearing a different colour would get the boys attention. "Try asking hoseok hyung" Jungkook suggested to which Yoongi nodded. "And also hyung, try asking the boy if he'd like to hang out with you sometime", Jungkook said with a completely serious face which meant that he wasn't kidding . "No guk, that's, t-that's crazy we've just started talking" , Yoongi's whole body shivered at the thought of trying to interact with the boy and hell no, he'd never ask him to hang out. "Exactly, you need to let him know that you want to know more than just his name" , Jungkook said so easily but it was Yoongi who was supposed to do it. Yoongi shook his head. "Give it a try" jeongguk said and smiled, "I can't wait to hear more"
...
Yoongi felt like all eyes were on him as he walked down the street wearing a not too bright yellow hoodie and his regular pair of black ripped jeans and shoes. He hated the idea of wearing a different colour and absolutely regretting agreeing to it. The boy may talk to you, just this one day Yoongi, he consoled himself and he put on the hood on top of his head. Hoseok became too suspicious, as expected and giving him reasonable and satisfactory answers to his numerous questions was quite exasperating but he managed to borrow the yellow hoodie somehow.
Jimin hadn't come yet so Yoongi waited for him just like how he'd been doing everyday. Yoongi had second thoughts about running back to his dorm to change Into something black and comfy, but he'd have to deal with a suspicious hoseok again so, no. Yoongi let out a yawn for the third time when he spotted the familiar blonde head among the busy Tuesday crowd at a distance. It was jimin, wearing an old grey hoodie , blue ripped jeans and black shoes with his guitar strapped around his shoulder and of course, with the white face mask on. Yoongi watched As jimin's eyes shrunk into tiny little crecents forming little crinkles at the sides as soon as they fell on Yoongi. Jimin waved at him as he walked past his usual spot of busking. He was walking towards Yoongi. no, no ,no,no, no, no ,no,no,no,no,no.
"I see you've worn a different colour today"
"Y-Yeah, d-do you like it?"
Oh shit, I did not mean to ask that.Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut for a second right after he blurted those words out and hoped for jimin to not take him to be a weird creepy guy. Yoongi felt his whole body freeze as he watched jimin step back to take a good look at Yoongi. "Yeah,It suits you very much", jimin said firmly and nodded. Yoongi lifted his head up to look at jimin. "Really?" Yoongi asked, surprised. "Yeah" jimin said as firm as he did before and adjusted the guitar strap on his shoulder. "Thanks, you look good too", Yoongi said as he wondered if it was really him who was speaking. Jimin let out a light laugh in return as he thanked him for the compliment and excused himself to get to work. Yoongi kept smiling to himself for the next hour, thinking about the compliment jimin had just given him. Yoongi would've felt shy to even look at the boy while he performed a few weeks back, he'd just listen to the boy sing and take a few glances at him here and there; but then, he gained courage, Yoongi looked at jimin with full confidence while he performed. We're friends now, yoongi thought and smiled as he fiddled With the straw of his cold coffee. Jimin sang his regular tunes and yoongi's mind kept roaming from the sunflower field to jimin and jimin to the sunflower field back again.
Dark black to bright yellow;
Loneliness to love.
Yoongi watched jimin finish his last song and soon he was packing all his stuff. Hyung you need to ask him to hang out with you, jeongguk's words rang clearly In yoongi's mind as he gulped. He did a good job in complimenting the boy, Yoongi felt Like he gained his interest. But also he felt like he was taking things too fast but jeongguk had compromised him by saying that right then all of his intentions should be to ask jimin to hang out as a friend and nothing else. Yoongi sighed as he walked over to jimin.
"As amazing as always" Yoongi said as he dropped a few coins in to his hat. Jimin smiled at the words of appreciation and lifted his guitar case from the ground . "Thank you, shall we?", jimin turned to face Yoongi and his eyes immediately fell on yoongi's lips. Whatever yoongi had to say , got stuck in his throat and refused to come out as he noticed jimin staring at his lips. "S-S-Sure", yoongi stuttered out and jimin started walking as soon as he did.
Yoongi followed right behind jimin.The 10 minute walk to the café went in silence while Yoongi was mentally preparing himself to ask jimin to hang out, repeating the same lines over and over again in his head until it got seared into his brain, he didn't want to mess up anything.
They were soon infront of the café and jimin turned to face Yoongi. "This is where I leave", he said. Yoongi had to say something, something to make him stay. Yoongi opened to mouth to say something in efforts to make jimin stay, but before he could say something , jimin started walking away from Yoongi.
Yoongi felt his heart sink deep down into his stomach as he watched jimin walk away from him. He was determined to ask jimin to hang out. Maybe tomorrow, yoongi thought as he kicked a tiny pebble on the pavement in frustration. He let out a deep sigh as he watched the pebble go across the street and lay other side of it.
"Yoongi-ssi!", he heard a familiar voice shout out his name as he looked up with eyes full of hope. It was jimin; standing a few feet away. Yoongi eyes went wide watching jimin's hand as it slowly went upto his face, starting to remove the face mask; hiding the beauty behind it. Yoongi heard his own heavy breathing and felt his heart pounding rapidly against his ribs as he took a few steps closer to look at jimin's face; his complete and bare face and he was met with the most beautiful sight on the entire planet.
Jimin possessed a face that could stand as the perfect example of beauty; with all of his features complimenting each other, eyes beaming and skin glowing. Yoongi took his own time to examine each and every inch of the other's face. He looked at the nose which was curved In a perfect way; fine and sharp. And then yoongi's heart rate increased even more when he noticed the lips; that seemed to draw his eyes to them; screaming to look at them; and maybe screaming to do more than just look at them; plump and pink; curved into a smile; with the teeth behind them revealing itself a little. Yoongi's eyes darted excitedly and then fell on jimin's cheeks that were then pink from cold and chubby. They looked sensitive and gentle making him wonder how soft they'd feel against his fingers. Yoongi's hand ached to touch them. He wanted to cup his face into his hands and caress it slowly; like it was the most precious thing to ever exist; like it'd break even with the tiniest amount of pressure. Yoongi felt like he could stare at jimin's face for hours if he was given the chance. It was like the big blue ocean; calm and serene but at the same time; mysterious and never failing to amaze him everytime he looked at it; with infinite number of things that could be found every single time he looked at it. Yoongi wondered if the high gods took their own time to sculpt each and every inch of skin on the boy. He wondered if they sculpted him using the best of everything they had; if he was made of the most shiniest and prettiest gems to ever exist; handpicked by the god himself. Yoongi wondered if the boy was even a mortal or if he was a fallen angel from heaven; such ethereality was impossible. Yoongi was sure that no other person in the entire planet could be that good; It felt like home; it felt like daegu; it felt like peace. Yoongi fell for the boy even more; harder and deeper.
Oh, you are more beautiful than
Daegu herself.
And for the next few minutes yoongi stood in silence lost in the beauty of the other; jimin was all he could see. Jimin cleared his throat loudly, breaking the silence. "So I'll see you tomorrow?", he asked with excitement filling up his eyes. Yoongi wanted to keep looking at jimin forever, he was not done looking at his face and he never will be; but at the same time yoongi didn't want to let go of the another opportunity he had got. So with great difficult Yoongi tore his eyes away from the boys face and looked at the ground, thinking about what to say.
"Y-yeah about that..",yoongi trailed as he took a few steps forward towards jimin. Yoongi watched his face fill with curiousity as he continued, "Do y-yo u maybe want to, i-I don't k-know, ha- hang out s-sometime?"
Yoongi watched jimin's face light up like the night sky on new year as he grinned at him, revealed his teeth. They were aligned perfectly and Yoongi took note of one of the teeth in the front that was Crooked. Jimin nodded his head up and down for a yes like an excited little kid and Yoongi melted just a bit more at that sight. Jimin fell quiet after that but the little smile never left his face. Yoongi noticed jimin shift his weight from one leg to another as he asked hesitantly," how about....now?", Yoongi perked up at the sudden question and noticed jimin looking at him longingly. "O-oh, yeah o-okay I can skip work this one d-day", yoongi agreed and jimin smiled brighter than hoseok in return.
"So..where to?"
"Wherever you want"
Oh take me wherever you desire,
For even the fiery pits of hell
Would feel like the place of the holy
With you beside me.
...
"Hyung!", jeongguk called out as he came running down to Yoongi with a big grin stuck to his face. "Did, did you talk to him? Ask him to hang out?", he asked breathlessly. Yoongi looked up from his phone with an emotionless face , "Guk , I-", he started but was cut off by jeongguk, "you didn't talk to him? Honestly, hyung what did I expect? You're Min Yoongi after all, the great min Yoongi who's scared to even talk to-"
"We went to a park"
"..what", jeongguk said in a tone which was barely audible as He sat down on the other side of yoongi and put his hands over his mouth. "You actually hung out?", jeongguk questioned with his eyes wide. "Jeongguk", yoongi looked him in the eyes and said, "I got to see his face and I hung out with him"
Yoongi felt like If jeongguk's eyes had gone any wider they would've popped right out of the sockets.Jeongguk shook his head in a confused way as he leaned in closer, "tell me more", he said. Yoongi took a sip of water from his bottle and started narrating his story to a curious jeongguk.
"...and then I asked him if we could hang out and he said how about now? and, and Guk it was like a dream because I hadn't even come out of how he looked like yet, and then he,park jimin asked me if we could hang out right then and, and I said yes and then he took me to a-a-a park", yoongi paused and looked at jeongguk to know what he had To say. "oh my god,a park date? How romantic!", jeongguk exclaimed and grinned from ear to ear revealing his bunny teeth. "I underestimated your communication skills hyung, I thought you wouldn't actually ask him to hang out" ,he stated and shook yoongi's hand asking him to continue. "Okay so..", yoongi continued, "the park was quite small with less people and we settled down on a bench as soon as we entered and the park was beautiful with flowers and ducks but he was more beautiful guk, he looked-"
"Hyung, you're going off track"
"Right, sorry. So I had to start the conversation because it was getting awkward and so I, uh, I asked what the name park jimin meant", yoongi said to which jeongguk raised an eyebrow. "Out of all the other things, you decided to ask what his name meant? You could've just googled hyung", jeongguk said and shook his head. "Look, I was nervous and I didn't know what to say", yoongi said. "Whatever hyung, continue"
"Alright, he smiled at me for that I don't know why, I would've passed out at that sight, so bright and blinding,okay not to go off track, he said that his name meant high wisdom and that his grandfather named him, I said it was cool and that I liked his name very much and h-he said that he liked my name too", yoongi said and smiled shyly.
"Did you tell him that you liked not only his name but also his face,his eyes, his lips, his voice and about all that sunflower shit?", Jeongguk said expecting Yoongi to say yes. "What? No, I didn't", yoongi said and jeongguk let out a disappointed sigh in return. "Fine, what else did you say then?" Yoongi thought for a moment and replied," a lot of stuff, he mostly did the talking and I listened, he talked about much he loved singing and playing the guitar, I told him about the type of music I listen to,he didn't know most of the bands I like and i ended up giving him song recommendations and yeah" , yoongi sighed , "he then checked his watch and said it was getting late for university and left" ,yoongi finished his tale. "wait, that's All? He just left you there?", jeongguk asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Yeah guk so..what do you think?", yoongi asked and bit his lower lip. "Well first of all, I feel like he's interested in you if not he wouldn't have agreed to hang out", yoongi nodded to that , "second of all, you should talk and get to know him more", jeongguk said and the bell rang right after he did. Jeongguk and yoongi stood up from the table and started walking towards their classrooms. It was getting cold outside. "Also hyung please don't ask things like the meaning of his name and the history of his family", jeongguk teased, "I told you I was nervous", Yoongi murmured and adjusted his hair. "You're so cute hyung" Jeongguk said to which Yoongi smacked him in the head. "Ow", he said, giggling.
"Yoonjim? Jimgi? Yoonmin?"
"oh shut up"
...
Yoongi was wearing a cozy blue sweater with a black scarf tied neatly around his neck, the very next day. The temperature was negative, It was freezing outside and was expected to snow anytime. It was cold the previous days but not that piercing. Yoongi wanted to go back to his dorm , snuggle in his warm bed and wrap himself with his thick warm bedsheets but , jimin was more
Important to him and could give him more comfort than any warm bed could so there he was; seated on an ice cold bench in the biting weather with shuddering teeth and hot coffee. Yoongi wondered if jimin would even show up with the weather being so frigid; but he kept telling himself that he would. And jimin did show up, with a dull green sweater and grey beanie with his blonde bangs revealing itself at the front with a matching grey scarf tied tightly around his neck; with tight thick blue jeans and black leather boots. He wasn't wearing the face mask, to yoongi's surprise, exposing his face to the chill weather, cheeks flushed and ears pink. He waved at Yoongi and smiled, making yoongi's heart warm. Yoongi retuned the smile and jimin started singing as usual. Jimin wasn't as loud as he was before and sang less. Must be the weather, yoongi thought.
"you were good, despite the weather conditions", yoongi said. "Thank you", jimin smiled and started walking. Jimin rubbed his hands together and blowed into them, making them warm and placed them on his cheeks. "It's cold", he stated and did it again. "So cold", yoongi said and offered some hot packs to jimin. "Oh my God thank you", jimin said grabbing it from yoongi's hands and placing them on his cheeks. "Better?", yoongi asked as he put his hands inside his own pockets. "Much better", jimin said and squeezed the packs harder against his skin. "What do you do, jimin-ssi?", yoongi questioned, having what jeongguk said in mind: get to know him more. "Oh I'm a sophomore at the Seoul university, i major in dance", jimin said. "Seoul university? I go there too?", yoongi said and furrowed his brows in confusion. Seoul university?, Yoongi had been going there for 4 years then and he had never seen jimin around before. He knew people who were sophomores and he had not come across the name park jimin before. Jeongguk, hoseok, Namjoon or Seokjin, nobody had mentioned the name jimin before. "Oh, not the regular one", jimin said removing the hot packs from his cheeks and placing them again. "There's another one?",yoongi became more confused.
The Seoul university was quite famous and people all around South Korea migrated from their towns and cities , just like yoongi, to graduate in the Seoul university and obtain a degree and if there were two Seoul universities in the city, yoongi would've known. "yeah, I go to the one for the disabled", jimin replied. "Why would you go t-", Yoongi stopped walking and turned to look at jimin. No, it can't be it, yoongi thought and gulped. Jimin noticed Yoongi looking at him in horror with fear deep down his gut about what he was about to say next and chuckled in return, " you would've noticed", he said looking down at the hot packs in his hands. "I'm deaf, yoongi-ssi"
And in that brief moment, everything yoongi had been wondering came to sense, everything clicked in. The reason to why he had not turned around when yoongi tried talking to him, the very first time; the reason why he kept staring his lips; the reason why he didn't seem to have much knowledge in music; the reason to everything came to sense. And suddenly the cold didn't seemed to be that much of a pain anymore; maybe the last few seconds of his life were more painful to take in; yoongi looked at jimin and there was no trace of sadness on his face; he was calm. Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut. It's unfair, he thought. the high gods who sculpted him with the rarest and shiniest gems of all time; who gifted him with the purest of voice, sweet like honey and pleasant like the early mornings on a lonely village on the highest mountains; decided not to give him the ability to not hear himself? Unfair. So fucking unfair. Millions of people in the goddamn world who do not deserve to hear; who turn a deaf ear to the sufferings of the needy; who pretend to be deaf though they have the ability to hear; who get to hear all sorts of sound, noise, music, lullabies, chirping, cries,all ranges of decibels that an average human can and jimin doesn't? Why park jimin who has the brightest and the prettiest smile of all time; why park jimin, who would never fail to adore even a tiny insect that passes by; why park jimin, with the most gentle thanks yous and sorrys ; why park jimin, who appreciates the smallest of things; why him? Out of all the other million people, why him?
It's a shame;
The holy ones should be ashamed;
For the boy with the voice
That could melt even the hardest of hearts,
That possesses the power to heal,
Did not get to hear himself.
"Yoongi-ssi, are you alright?", jimin asked and shook his hands infront of yoongi's face. Yoongi did not blink; he didn't want to do anything except look at the unbelievable marvel right infront of his eyes. "Have you never heard yourself sing?", yoongi asked after a long time. It was all he wanted to ask. Jimin smiled a bit,"no..tae, my friend, said I sang well and that I could earn using it..he persuaded me to busk."
Yoongi swallowed the lump that formed at the back of his throat, "but it's so beautiful", he said, his voice reduced to a mere whisper. Jimins raised his head slowly and faced yoongi. His cheeks became redder and he quickly placed the hot packs to his cheeks back again. Jimin started walking again without a word and Yoongi quickly followed behind. The rest of the journey went in silence with none of them complaining about the weather anymore; they seemed to be lost in their own thoughts. They soon stopped infront of the café. Yoongi noticed jimin looking at him, waiting for him to say something. "So, yeah I'll see you tomorrow?", yoongi cleared his throat. "Yeah okay", jimin said and there was silence again.
"Yoongi-ssi?", jimin called out his name after a long time. "yeah?", yoongi said taking his hands out of his pockets. "You're a really nice person", jimin said. Yoongi lifted his gaze up to jimin and watched his lips curl into a fond smile. "I'll get going now", jimin said and bowed down a bit and look his leave. Yoongi bowed back and watched him till he disappeared down the road. As yoongi recollected the last few moments of his life, he realised one single thing about himself; one particular sentence : I'm in love.
You deserve to be loved;
You deserve to be protected;
And henceforth,
Nothing can ever make me love you less.
...
The next series of events of took place in the blink of an eye, too quick for Yoongi to cope with. Things fast forwarded themselves at great speed. Yoongi and jimin bonded over what seemed to be nothing; They hung out, a lot of times, at the park, cafè, the streets of Seoul and where not. Jimin opened up more to Yoongi since he told him about his inability to hear; jimin told him about a lot things and Yoongi found every single thing he said to be interesting in its own way; he talked about the weather, the place, people, his little brother who once poured ink all over his homework; about busan; about dance; about insects and mainly, about his only friend, kim taehyung, who was mute and apparently listened to a lot of music and loved ice creams. Yoongi listened without saying a word, he listened as though he had all the time in the world, he listened patiently, he listened to all of jimins whining, rambling and stories. Yoongi experienced first snow with jimin, but he couldn't decide whether to admire the beauty of the snow or an amazed jimin who stopped singing just to admire the snow. They soon became close, close enough to joke around each other and not be shy like how they were before; close enough to finally exchange numbers and Yoongi ended up texting someone for the first time in his life, failing to understand internet slangs. "Hoseok, what's a uwu?", He once asked, immediately regretting it, having to calm down an excited and jumpy hoseok getting all bouncy about his hyung actually texting someone. There was no more stammering between sentences, But the blushing still continued, both with jimin and Yoongi. Yoongi still freaked over eye contacts and few seconds of any accidental physical touch; Yoongi was being Yoongi. Yoongi still told Jungkook everything; every single detail about jimin. Yoongi loved listening to jimin all the time and once jimin stopped mid sentence to ask,
"Why don't you say something, yoongi-ssi?"
"Me?"
"You seem interesting but you never tell me anything"
And from then, yoongi told him everything; hoseok, piano, rapping, daegu, his mom, university, etcetera. But once single thing caught jimin's attention: rapping. "Yoongi, you rap?", he screamed and Yoongi ended up telling him about his love for writing lyrics and rapping. "I've got some of my songs on my computer", yoongi said one day after jimin asked a thousands of questions about it. "I want to hear it", jimin said and Yoongi couldn't do anything but blink in confusion. "I want to feel it, the vibrations", jimin said, "we call it hearing"
And that was exactly how jimin was then coming over to yoongi's. "Please Yoongi, I want to feel every beat", jimin's pleads rang clearly in yoongi's head and Yoongi couldn't say no to it. Yoongi texted him the address and locked his phone. It was the next day; jimin was coming over. Yoongi was all nervous though they were good friends then, but, before jimin came over, he had one major problem to deal with: hoseok. Yoongi was always aware about the fact that one day he had to face hoseok, and that one day was that day. Jeongguk knew about jimin coming over and made a fuss saying he wanted to see him and Yoongi couldn't say no to that either. But hoseok had to know, and if hoseok knew eventually Seokjin and namjoon would come to know and they'd want to see jimin too. Yoongi didn't want jimin to feel uncomfortable, he wondered if a lot of people would make him feel uneasy; but Yoongi decided to think about it later, right then he had to tell hoseok.
Yoongi saw hoseok munching on butter popcorn watching some random Korean movie. "Hoseok", yoongi called out quietly. "Yeah?", he turned around and pointed the popcorn bowl towards Yoongi," want some?", he offered. "no hobi, we need to talk", yoongi asked and hoseok fell silent and switched the tv off immediately. "What is it, yoongi?", hoseok asked, concerned. Yoongi sighed slowly after a while, "I'm sorry i didn't tell you before" yoongi started, "there's this boy I-I like and he's coming over tomorrow." Hoseok raised his eyebrows in surprise. Betrayal, was written all over his face. "..since when?", hoseok asked, the usual excitement in his voice dead. "A few months", yoongi said his voice filled with regret, he wanted run away from the place that instant, he hated the idea of disappointing his best friend who had been with him through thick and thin; he saw all of that coming before, yet he was too scared to face it . "Months?", hoseok asked, with a break in his voice. "Hoseok, I'm sorry I should've told you before", yoongi Apologised quickly. "Why didn't you?", hoseok was then angry, which meant that shit was about to go down. "I-I don't know, I wanted to keep it with me", yoongi said. It was true. He wanted jimin to be a secret at the very beginning but when he felt like telling hoseok, it was too late. "So nobody knows?", hoseok questioned in-return. "G-Guk knows, but listen I came searching for you but-", yoongi panicked, he didn't want a heartbroken hoseok. "That coconut headed 5 year old pine cone gets to know and I don't?", hoseok raised his voice, he was clearly heartbroken. "No hoseok, it's not like that please, I'm sorry", yoongi apologised. It was all he could do. "I'm sorry for not telling you, but please hear me out?", yoongi pleaded and hoseok turned his head to the other side and stared out the window. Yoongi continued," his name is park jimin and he Busks", hoseok still kept looking out the window. "He's deaf", yoongi said and hoseok slowly turned his face and looked at Yoongi. His face softened a bit, it was still stern but maybe he'd hear him out. Hoseok then shut eyes and sighed. A few minutes later he sat back down on the sofa and beckoned Yoongi to come sit next to him. "Am I forgiven?", yoongi asked sitting down next to hoseok, " tell me more about him", he said ignoring yoongi's question.
***
"Yoongi calm down", seokjin said. Yoongi paced down the hall back and forth, and that was all he had been doing for the past hour. Hoseok called up and told namjoon all about jimin and if namjoon knew, seokjin would know too. They all wanted to see Jimin and had been waiting for his arrival since morning. Yoongi informed jimin about a lot of people wanting to see him and jimin was completely okay with it. It was 12 PM, the time jimin said he'd come. It was a Sunday so they didn't have to go for university nor did jimin have to busk. Yoongi had all of his songs that he found to be pretty decent in his computer ready to be felt and heard by jimin. Hoseok was still angry with Yoongi, lesser than the previous night, but Yoongi could say that he Was excited to meet jimin too. Yoongi decided to sit down for a minute when he heard a knock at the door. Yoongi ran upto to the door to get it and swung the door wide open to be met with two people on the other side. One of them was Jimin, wearing a thick blue hoodie that Yoongi had never seen him wear before and his leather boots. There was another boy with brownish hair, who seemed to be the same age as jimin wearing an old fashioned sweater and jeans. He looked pretty. Both of them waved at Yoongi. "Can we come in? It's really cold here", jimin Smiled and Yoongi immediately let them both in. Jimin walked in first followed by the other boy. Hoseok, namjoon, seokjin and jeongguk stood up on seeing them and bowed at them. "Which one of you is jimin?", seokjin questioned and jimin shyly raised his hand, " that would be me" he said, "and this is my best friend, Kim taehyung, hope you don't mind him being here", jimin looked at Yoongi, "no, not at all", yoongi said, "the more the merrier", namjoon added And smiled. Taehyung waved at all of them and they all waved back and said their hi's and hellos and introduced themselves except for jeongguk. Jeongguk was stunned and was staring at taehyung in awe. "Guk?", yoongi called out his name. Jeongguk blinked twice and shook his head, "y-yeah", he said still staring at taehyung. "H-H-Hi, I'm j-jeon jeongguk", he stammered and his gaze fell at jimin for a few seconds and went back to taehyung again who was then smiling at jeongguk's stammering and Yoongi watched as jeongguk's hands curled up into tight fists that were starting to turning pale white. Taehyung lifted his hands and pointed them at his own mouth and then formed an X with them. "Oh he's trying to say that he's mute", jimin said and taehyung nodded to that. A few 'oh's were heard and a soft gasp from jeongguk was heard who pressed his fingers against his palms even harder. Yoongi ignored jeongguk and asked jimin and taehyung to be seated. With limited place on the sofa, taehyung sat next to jeongguk with a smirk on his face while jeongguk looked like he was About to pass out. Yoongi sat next to jimin, the only empty place. The talking and discussions began and jimin and Taehyung answered as well as questioned the others. Taehyung's signs were simple and understandable. "Are you comfortable?", yoongi asked jimin after sometime while namjoon was enquiring taehyung about his major. "Yeah I am", jimin said, "when will I get to hear your songs?", he asked and only then Yoongi remembered the main cause for jimin coming over to his house. "Will taehyung be okay alone?" , yoongi asked giving jimin a Clue that he wanted to be alone with him while they listened. "He will be", jimin ensured with a firm nod. Soon Yoongi and jimin excused themselves and made their way to yoongi's room. Jeongguk turned his head around to look at Yoongi and gave him a pleading look, "don't leave me alone", he mouthed. Yoongi mouthed an apology at jeongguk inreturn and opened the door for jimin to enter.
"Your room is so nice", jimin said as he pressed a key from yoongi's piano at the cornor of his room. Yoongi cleaned the room and arranged it as nearly as he could the day before in order to impress jimin. "Thanks", yoongi said to jimin who was then admiring yoongi's cactus that had bloomed a few days back, on the window pane. Yoongi sat down on the chair before his computer and switched it on. Jimin quickly sat on the chair next to him, "where are the speakers?", he asked. Yoongi pointed at the speakers on either side of his computer as jimin placed his hands on either of them. "Play it at full volume, please", jimin said and yoongi nodded. "This one's called first love", yoongi gave an introduction before he could play the song. Jimin got curious,"first love?", he enquired immediately. "Yeah it's about my piano, she's my first love", yoongi said and clicked on the play button and raised the volume to its maximum. The lyrics were played on the screen and jimins eyes followed them as soon as the song began. Jimin had explained to Yoongi about how they learn at university to listen to the vibrations and feel every beat of the song that gave them a good idea about how the song is; the genre, the speed and the instruments used. First love was one of yoongi's favourite song, he poured his heart and soul into writing and composing it. The song soon ended and jimin's hands were still placed upon the speakers "Yoongi, it's so beautiful!", he exclaimed, "you should really release it somewhere", he said. "I already have, it's on soundcloud, I go by the name agustd" Yoongi said to which jimin smiled proudly at him. "That's a cool name Yoongi", he said and started telling him about how good it was even though he hadn't actually heard it, he said that he could tell it from the vibrations, about how the words complemented the beats with perfect timing and about how perfect it was with his eyes lighting up at each word he said about yoongi's song. Yoongi smiled shyly and scratched the back of ear. "Do you want to hear some more?", yoongi asked to which jimin nodded his head up and down and clapped excitedly. Yoongi then played Nevermind and some more songs and jimin had a new thing to say about each song he heard, he said the beats of each song were unique in their own way and that he hadn't felt anything like that before. Yoongi watched in awe as jimin brought out the best feature in each song, he complimented each and every part of yoongi's songs.
Maybe I love you more than my first love .
"That is all?", jimin asked and Yoongi nodded to it. "I want more", jimin pouted and Yoongi laughed at the adorable sight. "That is all I've composed so far", yoongi said to jimin who was now looked at his shoes his lips still in a pout. Jimin awkwardly rubbed his shoes against the hard floor."I want to compose songs too", he said quietly after a few minutes. Yoongi smiled softly at jimin and moved in a bit closer and gently put his hands below jimin's chin raising his head up . "nothing's stopping you", yoongi said and jimin smiled weakly at Yoongi. "You know, for the first time in my life, I wish I had the ability to hear", jimin said, "I want to properly hear your songs, yoongi"
And at that moment, Yoongi felt like there was nothing more left for him to experience in the world,the Feeling he felt right then was more than enough. "you know, I envy you, jimin-ssi", yoongi said trying to lighten up the mood, "you don't have to hear all the bullshit people say", jimin snorted at that and slapped yoongi's knee, "there's also good things that deserve to be heard, like your songs", he said the pain in his voice a little less. "It's not that good, you know", yoongi said and jimin rolled his eyes, giggling. Yoongi smiled along with him and wished the moment lasted forever but, no, there was a knock at the door. Seokjin opened the door with a loud creak,"Im sorry to interrupt you both, you can continue whatever you were doing after lunch", he said and winked. "Hyung shut up", yoongi said standing up from his chair with his face painted red as he walked out of his room, followed by jimin. Seokjin started laughing for no reason and Yoongi laughed along unable to resist the contagiousness of it. The rest of yoongi's day went well, but never did jimin's words stop ringing in yoongi's mind.
You are perfect just the way you are,
And I will always love you for who you truly are.
...
For the first time in so long, Yoongi felt happy with how he was. Ever since the intimate moment Yoongi and jimin shared with each other the other day, yoongi felt something between them. Yoongi didn't know if it was because they bonded more or if it was something else. Jimin and Taehyung got along really well with Yoongi and the others. Yoongi and jimin rarely got time to spend with each other alone, they were often surrounded with all the others but Yoongi always had an eye on jimin, he took note of what he was doing; and Yoongi felt like jimin did too. Yoongi caught jimin staring at him a couple of times and so was he caught by jimin. The others except Taehyung knew about Yoongi liking jimin and soon started teasing him right infront of Jimin himself, but jimin wasn't annoyed in anyway. They mostly referred to them as "love birds" along with the other two: Taehyung and jeongguk. Yoongi's suspicions about jeongguk liking Taehyung ever since his first visit was confirmed (as if it wasn't already) when Yoongi walked in on jeongguk learning how to say 'I like you' in sign language. Jeongguk's heart eyes for Taehyung was becoming unbearable over time. Taehyung clearly found jeongguk to be cute but jeongguk refused it. After the valiant efforts of Yoongi properly figuring things out with hoseok, hoseok went back to being normal. Hoseok liked jimin very much and approved of Yoongi liking him. Hoseok and jimin danced a lot together, hoseok helped jimin with rectifying his flaws. Yoongi witnessed jimin dance, he was graceful and confident with his each move he took, yoongi could feel the dance and what he was trying to bring out. Yoongi was dumbstruck because nobody could ever guess that jimin was dancing to something that he can't even hear.
Soon things changed as the season did; hang outs turned into sleepovers and drunk parties. yoongi couldn't count the number of times Yoongi stayed at jimin and taehyungs dorm and the number of times they stayed at his'. They were all happy as one big group of Friends with endless chatting about useless stuff and gossips but whenever Yoongi and jimin found time for themselves, there was silence. They talked about more relatively deep stuff and found comfort in each other's presence. Yoongi could feel something between them, he felt like the feeling he'd been feeling towards jimin was then mutual, but he wasn't sure. Though a lot of things changed, Yoongi's love for jimin and his voice never changed. He still sat patiently and listened to jimin sing no matter the weather. He was still enamoured of jimin, besotted with love and smitten for him. Yoongi couldn't muster up the courage to profess his feelings though to jimin though persuaded by hoseok and jeongguk a lot of times, he just couldn't, he was too scared to face the consequences, he did not want to lose jimin. What if he doesn't like me back?, yoongi had this question repeating itself at the back of his mind all the time. It was driving him crazy, concealing his feelings within himself ; controlling the urge to hold the younger's hand, to play with his hair and love him unconditionally with him being aware it, he wanted jimin all for himself; but he had to be patient because what if .
But Things were going well, yoongi was satisfied. One fine warm morning after finishing his daily tunes, "Yoongi I've got something for you", jimin said while stopping infront of the café. "What is it?", yoongi asked immediately, "you'll see tomorrow", jimin said with a shy smile on his face and walked away leaving Yoongi all clueless.
Soon it was the next day, a breezy Wednesday morning. Yoongi sat all alone anxiously waiting for the other to arrive. What could it be? ,He thought, his eyes wandering restlessly among the crowd hoping to spot a familiar blonde head.
Jimin arrived a few moments later, wearing a plain white shirt underneath a light blue flannel; with his hair actually combed and one could say that he actually took time to dress himself up. Yoongi rose up from the chair and waved at jimin. "You're looking all good", he said once jimin was near. "Thanks", jimin said, the enthusiasm in his voice toned down a bit. "Everything alright?", yoongi asked noticing jimin's strange behaviour. "Yeah.. Remember what I told you yesterday?", jimin queried nervously, "yeah you told me you had something for me", the older replied having no clue about what the other was about to say. Jimin wet his lips as he swept his hair back slightly. "I..", he dragged. "Tell me", yoongi asked confused.
"I've written a song for you"
"w-what?"
"It's called serendipity, hope you like it", jimin slurred out before running off towards his usual spot of busking. Before Yoongi could ask or say something, jimin took out his guitar and started playing it; an unfamiliar tune that didn't last for long; jimin started singing as soon as the tune began. He started,
All this is no coincidence
Just, just, by my feeling
Jimin shut his eyes close, it appeared as though he felt every word he sang.
The whole world is different from yesterday
Just, just, with your joy
Yoongi, hypnotised by jimins voice, sat back down on the wooden bench slowly, as the words gradually got into his head. Is this really for me?, Yoongi wondered.
When you called me
I became your flower
As if we were waiting
We bloom until we ache
Jimin sang in the softest and prettiest voice he could; his pure mellifluous voice suiting the song perfectly. Yoongi wondered about how he managed to bring out such a good tune; an overwhelming sensation took over him as he heard him sing more and more.
As much as my heart flutters,
I’m worried The destiny is jealous of us
Just like you I’m so scared
When you see me, when you touch me
are they all for me? Yoongi kept asking himself, stunned. The more and more Jimin sang the more and more Yoongi found himself speechless.
The universe has moved for us
Without missing a single thing
Our happiness was meant to be
'Cause you love me, and I love you
Yoongi raised up from his place when it hit him, yoongi's world stopped revolving for once second, did I hear it wrong?, was his first thought. He continued to hear as the other sang,
You’re my penicillium, saving me, saving me
My angel, my world
I’m your Calico cat, here to see you
Love me now, touch me now
Jimin opened his eyes for the first time ever since the song started giving Yoongi a shy smile and shut his eyes back again as he continued to sing the last part of the song.
Just let me love you
He let his voice flow smoothly as He hit the note perfectly, without a strain, without a flaw; he sang the same lines over and over. Yoongi could no more function at that point. A feeble gasp escaped yoongi's lips as jimin sang the heartfelt lines again and again,
Since the creation of the universe
Everything was destined
Yoongi felt his heart swell up with joy; he loves me back, he really loves me back. The chords were now slow, jimin opened his eyes yet again, his time never shutting them back again, as they met yoongi's; his voice reduced to a mild whisper, he sang for once last time,
Let me love, let me love you
Jimin ended the song with one last stroke of his guitar strings, never taking his eyes off yoongi. As soon as jimin ended his song, yoongi reacted at the speed of light, out of his own control his legs took him forward, drawn near jimin; he dropped whatever he had been holding in his hands and ran at great speed, towards jimin, his angel, his everything. Yoongi craved to be near jimin, he couldn't wait anymore, he had waited for long, it was time to make jimin his, all for himself.
You are my sunflower,
The only sunflower that I choose to be with.
Yoongi's sight shifted down from jimin's eyes to his lips that were drawing him to get closer. He couldn't wait anymore. Tempted by the urge to know how they felt like; Yoongi pressed his lips against jimin's . Yoongi took his face into his hands tilting it lightly to other side, holding it so delicately and began kissing him like how he'd always wanted To, slowly and heartfelt. Yoongi shut his eyes close and ignored the rest of the world, he was kissing his one true love, park jimin, and he cared about nothing else but the kiss. Yoongi soon felt jimin's fragile soft lips move in sync with his, jimin was kissing him back. Yoongi ignored the weird and disgusting stares, right then they didn't seem to matter. Weeks and months of longing to feel and touch jimin was now over, he melted more and more into the kiss, taking it at a slow and gentle pace. Jimin wrapped his arms slowly around yoongi's waist and leaned in more, kissing him more passionately. The kiss was made up of nothing but pure love, an outburst of the containment of long pure love towards each other that neither of them dared to express until then.
Yoongi soon parted his lips apart for breath, still cupping the others face who's hands were still around yoongi's waist, looking flushed pink and flustered with eyes closed. With thier heads so close against each other, yoongi witnessed a soft smile escaping jimin's lips as he slowly shuttered his eyes open. "Could've done that sooner", he said quietly, smiling. A wide cheesy grin appeared on yoongi's face, "I will let you love me", yoongi said placing his lips back in its rightful place, against jimin's.
I will let you love me
because you let me love you.
***
The bright raw sunlight blinded Yoongi as he opened his eyes after a long slumber. Yoongi then realised where he was, he was laying on green wet grass with rows and rows of bright yellow sunflowers on either sides, smiling at him. He was in the sunflower fields of daegu, this time for real. Yoongi tried to move but he couldn't; the brightest and prettiest of all sunflowers, his only sunflower was sprawled next to him, resting his head on yoongi's chest with his arms around yoongi's waist and legs around yoongi's. "Jiminie", yoongi called out slowly as he shook jimin's hand. "hmm", a soft sound was heard from the other after a long time as he snuggled in closer against Yoongi. Yoongi shook the others hand again, "look at me", yoongi said as jimin opened his eyes and whined while his lifted his head to face Yoongi, " why do you keep calling me?", he muttered half asleep. "We have to get going", yoongi said starting to play with the other's hair. " I don't want to", jimin mumbled letting out a yawn. "Jeongguk will kill me if I don't check on him though", yoongi said thoughtfully. "Guk will be fine, tae's parents are really kind", jimin said resting his head back on yoongi's chest. "Go back to sleep", jimin said already starting to fall asleep. "okay", yoongi said knowing very well he won't. It had been months since yoongi and jimin expressed their feelings toward each other, and Yoongi remembered every moment very clearly after that, every single moment he spent together with jimin. From his first kiss with jimin to the other frequent ones, small random pecks for no apparent reasons to passionate deep ones, from holding hands to cuddling in the midst of a sunflower field, yoongi cherished every one of them.
Yoongi let out a sigh, a satisfied one as he looked at jimin, asleep on him ,a peaceful pallor spread across his face. Yoongi lifted jimin's bangs covering his forehead and kissed him gently making him stir in his sleep. Yoongi let out a chuckle as he faced upwards towards the sky. maybe jimin is right, yoongi thought. It was better not to leave, neither the sunflower field nor each other's sides.
The sunflower needs the sun
And so will i need you
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