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Yoongi wasn't popular in school. In fact, probably most of the students wouldn't even recognize his face if they were asked at a police station. Was he bothered by it? No. He was that typical 17 year old boy who studied pretty well, had his own group of friends and was never involved in any big projects such as students committee or those campaings organized by over-excited kids who asked you to sign every possible petition.
Yoongi was the observer. Hardly anyone knew him, but, oh boy, he knew almost everyone. Yes, two senior girls ate lunch together every Tuesday at the library. Yes, a guy who had a locker across the hall had a brother who dated a boy from Namjoon's class. Yes, there was a very cute guy in Taehyung's class who looked like he didn't belong there. In Yoongi's mind, the boy should be a model or at least a celebrity. Sounds cliché? Yeah, well, it all made sense to Yoongi when Taehyung talked with the boy and managed to pull the tiniest giggle out of his lips. For lack of a better word, he would describe the boy as a fluffy sunshine.
Nothing exciting happened in his school, really, until Friday the 13th. Yoongi was never superstitious that's why he didn't pay attention to the fact that his alarm didn't go off for the first time ever, his bus never came so he had to walk and he forgot to take his wallet.
As fake and weird it may sound, to this day Yoongi thinks it was fate.
As he was running to his class through the empty hall, he spotted a small figure sitting next to the bathroom doors. He glanced in that direction and was ready to go in the opposite direction, but he heard something. A sniffle? A whine? It wasn't clear, but his intuition was telling him to go and check what happened. He approached that person slowly and crouched.
"Um, hi, I'm sorry, I don't want to bother you, but did something happen? Can I help you?" Yoongi asked tentatively.
And then he stopped breathing for a second. Because in front of him, with puffy eyes and lips turned down, was his small fluffy sunshine. Wait, did he say his? No, he was not his fluffy sunshine, he was just this cute guy who sometimes talked with his neighbor Taehyung. Yoongi didn't even know his name.
The boy snapped his head so fast that he probably got dizzy, but quickly got himself together and looked at Yoongi. Straight in the eyes. "I uh...I don't..." he stuttered and realized he had been staring so deeply into Yoongi's eyes, so he looked at his hands instead. "No, I just had some, uh, incident with some guys and they kind of hid all my books around the school so now I can't go to class, because, you know, It's no use without my books..." he paused and pouted like a little baby.
Yoongi felt sad, but mostly angry. One of the things he hated the most was bullying and pulling those stupid pranks that were supposed to be funny, but actually made people like this boy miserable. He knew there was no point in asking who did this, because he wasn't some kind of a hero who would find those big guys and make them pay. Right now his only wish was to make the boy smile and help him find his books.
"Okay then, come on, if we start looking together now, you'll still be able to go to your classes later, yeah?"
The boy looked up again and Yoongi could see how surprised and unsure he was. "But the classes have already started, don't you have to go...?"
"I'm pretty late already, it'd be rude to barge in right now anyway so I might help you. Besides, I like collecting pokemon, you know, we can catch them all. Like, books instead of pokemon." What am I saying? Yoongi felt like his face was on actual fire, he didn't know why he just said what he said and wanted to save the situation, but it suddenly saved itself. Because the boy giggled. He actually opened his mouth and let the beautiful tinker bell music leave his lips.
"Okay. If looking for books makes you as excited as collecting pokemon then who am I to take this pleasure away from you?" the boy said after the last giggle escaped his mouth.
Is he flirting with me? No, he isn't. Besides, he's only 15, I can't have a crush on some kid.
"I'm Jimin. By the way." The boy said while standing up and taking his empty backpack with him.
"I'm Yoongi."
They both smiled and looked at each other for a longer moment before Jimin spoke.
"Could we, uh, go to my locker first? I need to grab something. It's that way." he said, pointing to the left side of the hall.
"I know." Yoongi said without thinking. Of course he knew. He, totally accidentally of course, watched Jimin unpack his books to his locker countless of times.
Jimin looked surprised, but also amused. He couldn't hide the smile when he asked. "You do?"
Yoongi answered with the same grin.
"I do."
Snack nights at Jimin's became a tradition. Every Friday after school Yoongi and Jimin would go to the nearest supermarket, buy all the forbidden sweets and snacks, all they could afford of course. They would run around giggling, pulling each others hands, but never hold them for more than one second.
One time Yoongi playfully grabbed Jimni's hand and put it to his heart, but when he realized what was happening, he quickly backed out and murmured something incoherently. He managed, though, to catch Jimin blushing furiously and still having his hand pressed to his heart.
After shopping they would head straight to Jimin's house, as it was not so far away from the shop. While preparing the snacks (meaning, taking them all out of their backpacks and throwing them on the counter) they would bicker and giggle some more. They could spend hours and hours talking, eating and watching some ridiculously stupid videos on YouTube, until Yoongi had to leave. He would arrive home and head straight to his room where he could bury himself in the sheets and continue texting Jimin.
This Friday was no different.
"Hyung, tell me, why do we always buy those chocolate bars even though we never actualy eat them? And then you always forget to take yours and I'm left with two bars to eat."
"Well, maybe I'm doing it on purpose."
"You think I'm not sweet enough?" Jimin asked with smug grin and raised eyebrows. He loved playing with Yoongi like that. He thought it was playful, but he also wanted to believe they were flirting. You know. As friends.
And Yoongi wanted to think the same. Most of the time he played along, but sometimes he couldn’t resist the urge to answer truthfully, without any irony or humor.
"I think you're the sweetest."
Jimin didn't respond, instead, he turned his face so as Yoongi wouldn't see the blush spreading across his cheeks.
They bought every snack they could find, including 4 chocolate bars, and arrived at Jimin's an hour later. Everything seemed the same, but different. Yoongi's hand found Jimin's more often than not, Jimin looked at Yoongi's lips every 5 minutes and they definitely sat closer than normally. They both felt that something had shifted.
That's why when Yoongi, very slowly and with clear reluctance, was gathering his things to leave, Jimin felt like it was finally the time.
With his heart in his throat and sparkle in his eyes, he asked Yoongi one question.
"Do you want to stay?"
And Yoongi, looking into Jimin's big eyes, sensing that it was a big step not only for the boy, but for him, smiled oh so warmly and answered.
"I do."
"What are they bringing?"
"They? Taehyung, they've been together for, like, 4 months, they are not some old married couple, they're still two separate humans."
Namjoon and Taehyung stood in the latter's kitchen, throwing all the snacks and other foods in the party bowls. They weren't celebrating anything in particular, Taehyung's parents left for the night so he decided to finally fulfill his high school dream and throw a party.
And by throwing a party he meant inviting his 6 friends, eating and playing games.
"Okay there, mister, don't be so bitter. You've seen how well-matched they're, you can't look me in the eye and tell me you're not happy for them."
"But I'm happy for them! Believe me, I've known Yoongi for so long and I'm so glad that he found Jimin. It doesn't mean that they're married, though."
"They will be." With that Taehyung took the bowls and left the kitchen.
Soon, everyone was sat on the floor, chatting and fighting over the most complicated board game they could find. All the bowls with food were quickly emptied, so Taehyung headed to the kitchen for more, Yoongi following him to help.
"Hi." Taehyung said as soon as they were alone.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Uh, hi." Yoongi looked to his right and left to see if he was missing something.
"How are you?"
"Cool. I guess? It's been long since we've seen each other outside school, It's nice to catch up."
"It's cool indeed, but," Taehyung raised a finger. "how are you. You know. You and Jimin."
"Oh," Yoongi couldn't hide the smile that was clearly showing on his face. "Well, um, we're boyfriends? Still sounds very unreal to say it out loud."
Taehyung smiled widely, he really liked his hyung and seeing him blush and become flustered so easily made him all warm inside.
"You look cute together, you know? Remember when I wouldn't tell you his name and you called him your "fluffy sunshine"? I hope you call him that now."
"Taehyung-ah!" Yoongi whined half-heartedly, because no, he was still too shy to admit what his nickname for Jimin was.
"Sorry hyung, it's just so sweet, I might tell him myself," he smiled cheekily. "okay, hyung, but...is it going really well? I see you're both very happy, do you love him?"
Yoongi stopped for a moment and thought about it. About Jimin's little hands that he was no longer afraid to put in Yoongi's hair. About his voice that would go higher and higher when he laughed. About his cheeks that were in a shade of deep pink when Yoongi would drop a kiss there. He hummed and looked at Taehyung.
"I do."
They then proceeded to fill the bowls with food, totally unaware of certain fluffy sunshine standing right outside the kitchen and covering his growing smile and muffling a happy squeal that threatened to escape his lips.
It’d been two months since they last saw each other. Yoongi rememberedthe day Jimin told him. They were sitting on the floor in his house, two days before his 19th birthday, eating ice cream straight from the box. He loved those moments, could feel warmth in his heart and love radiating from Jimin’s eyes. They were so young, but nothing and no one could break them apart.
Unless.
“Baby…” yes, one drunken night they discussed the topic of nicknames and, yes, they both blushed like crazy, but Yoongi admitted how he loved when Jimin called him baby in his small voice and Jimin, well, he hid his entire face in his hands when Yoongi mentioned the fluffy sunshine nickname.
Yoongi smiled and continued playing with his boyfriend’s hair.
“I really don’t want to have this conversation and I tried to avoid it, but I can’t,” he took a deep breath and looked down at his lap. “My dad, uh, he got a job and we’re all kind of, you know, have to go with him, because, well, we live together so…” he stuttered and visibly tried to avoid making eye contact with Yoongi. “so we’re moving out? To a different, uh, city.”
He stopped talking and Yoongi stopped playing with his hair.
“Okay? But what city? 20-minutes-away kind of or we-will-see-each-other-once-a-month kind?” the elder asked, laughing lightly to hide his nervousness.
Jimin’s eyes dropped even lower. “The second kind.” he mumbled and started playing with his fingers.
They both sat in silence, neither of them knowing what to tell or do. In the back of their heads they knew how it could end. They were teenagers in love, it’s not like they would be the first couple to break up in high school.
So why they felt like the world was ending?
“Sunshine, look at me,” Yoongi took Jimin’s hand in his own. “Please look at me, I want to see your eyes.”
His boyfriend reluctantly looked up, tears in his eyes and pout getting bigger and bigger.
“You’re staying in the country, right? It’s not like we don’t have trains, we can visit each other and obviously we’ll skype and call and, hell, I can send you love letters like in The Notebook.”
That made Jimin’s lips quirk up. “Let’s hope they’ll actually be delivered.”
Yoongi smiled and dragged his fingers through his sunshine’s hair. He could feel that they both felt unsure, but were ready to try. He planted the softest kiss on Jimin’s lips and whispered I love you like a magic spell.
After Jimin moved out, they tried to visit each other regularly. Unfortunately, they both had their responsibilities, their schedules often clashed and they couldn’t visit even for one day. 7 months went by with Yoongi and Jimin having seen each other only 4 times. Yoongi was starting to lose hope.
He loved his boyfriend to death, but the lack of kisses, of keeping his fingers in the softest hair on the planet or even simple hand-holding was making him miserable.
That’s why, one night when they were talking on the phone (Yoongi avoided using Skype on purpose, so as not to see the devastation that was bound to show on Jimin’s face), he took a deep breath and prepared himself for what was about to happen.
“Jimin, I’m not doing well with this, I mean, with us,” he closed his eyes and tried not to imagine his boyfriend’s pout. “We barely see each other, I miss your touch so much it’s eating me alive, every time we speak I feel ecstatic just to feel extreme sadness after, I can’t bear being away from you.”
There was a long pause before Jimin spoke.
“Yoongi, I miss you too, so much, every day I think about your hand in mine and it makes me cry. But I would never think about…about…” his voice became quieter, he sounded like he was trying to stop himself from crying. “I love you, baby, so much. You don’t even know how devastated I feel every time I have to leave you behind, every second of every day I think about our future house and how happy we’ll be when we finally move in together. Sounds crazy, I know, but I can’t see my future without you in it,” Jimin stopped to take a deep breath. “Please, Yoongi, wait a little longer, yeah? Please tell me you feel the same and you want to try and wait for me, for our future together.”
Yoongi, on the other side, felt his eyes beginning to water, his heart beating faster than ever. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard Jimin distressed, but for the first time it felt so personal and heartbreaking. He missed his boyfriend, it was killing him, but he knew deep down that he was the only one for him. And he couldn’t let him go.
“Sunshine,” he started. “I do, I do want to try and I will wait for you as long as I have to.”
They spent the rest of the night exchanging soft I love you’s and planning how their future garden will look like.
5.
Jimin entered their small apartment, took off his shoes and looked around. He didn’t spot his boyfriend immediately, but after he made it to the living room, he smiled and went to join Yoongi on the balcony.
“Hello my small, tired, hard-working baby.” he said and sat on the ground.
Yoongi only hummed and put his head on Jimin’s shoulder, burying himself deep into the younger’s neck.
“In our next house, the garden will be big. Like, huge. This shit is too small, we can’t even have sex here.” Yoongi grumbled.
Jimin let out the loudest laugh and squeezed his boyfriend. “I’m in love with the idea of me and you naked. In our big garden. Surrounded by our plants. It’s very primitive when you think about it.”
“Whatever, I just want to see your naked butt on the grass.”
Jimin giggled again and kissed Yoongi on the cheek. He enjoyed thinking about their next house. They’d just moved into their small studio apartment, but they were already thinking about the future. They both worked, Jimin only part time because of his college classes, and were saving everything they could to buy their dream cottage house.
After 5 years of dating they couldn’t imagine living separately. They cherished every moment spent together, be it eating breakfast together, brushing teeth next to each other or sitting on their small ass balcony.
Jimin looked at his boyfriend, his hand on the elder’s lap and smiled to himself. He felt so lucky, so loved and safe next to Yoongi, he simply couldn’t put to words what was going inside his heart and head.
“Baby.”
“Hmm?”
“Baby…do you believe in soulmates?”
Yoongi moved slightly so that his chin was propped on Jimin’s shoulder.
“You mean like same marks in the same places on your body or the ability to know what the other person is feeling and shit?”
“Maybe not shit,” Jimin squeezed his boyfriend’s leg. “but like, the feeling that the other person is special, that there’s not only love involved, but some kind of connection that makes the relationship unbreakable and magical.”
Yoongi closed his eyes and hummed. He was aware of the younger’s poetic ways of expressing his feelings and he adored him for it. It made their conversations a lot more meaningful and theirs. He thought about all the moments he looked at Jimin and felt like crying, because his heart was so full of adoration and hope. He thought about the fact that their hands fit together perfectly. How Jimin’s voice felt like the warmest blanket in the middle of winter.
Yoongi planted a kiss on Jimin’s shoulder and smiled.
“I do.”
+1
“Hyung, happy birthday! You’re so old!” Taehyung barged into their cottage house with the biggest smile on his face and the smallest box in his hand.
“Yeah, well, you’re 23, I’d say you should open a savings account for when you retire.” Yoongi smacked the younger playfully and hugged him.
“But you’re getting married, it’s the ultimate sign of being old.”
“Taehyung, are you suggesting that I’m marrying an old man? A sugar daddy, perhaps?” Jimin came into the view, smiling so wide Yoongi thought his face is going to split.
“I believe he’s already your daddy, you need to work on the sugar part,” Taehyung winked and handed them the small box. “Oh, you better not open this right now, it’s rather…controversial, you know.”
Jimin and Yoongi both rolled their eyes and hid the box in the nearest drawer.
“Go and join the guys, they’re in the garden.”
When the soon-to-be-married couple were left alone in the kitchen, they couldn’t hide their excitement and love that was pouring out of their eyes. Jimin grabbed his fiancé’s pinky and kissed the tip.
“I’m so, so glad those bullies pulled that book prank on me in high school,” he said and held Yoongi’s hand to his cheek. “and I’m so thankful that your alarm didn’t go off. I never would’ve thought that one day my heart would be so full of light and love.” he was so emotional and felt like crying, probably not the last time that day.
The elder put both of his hands on the younger’s cheeks and kissed him softly on the lips, brushing away the tears that rolled down.
“Sunshine, I’m thinking about sending those pricks flowers as a thank you for giving me a chance to fall in love with my soulmate,” he chuckled. “I love you so much, sometimes I’m afraid I won’t be able to let you go when we kiss or I will hold your hand even when you’re peeing.”
“You’re getting so poetic baby.” Jimin giggled and kissed his fiancé again.
“I’m getting it all out now, because I sure as hell won’t be able to speak when we get married.”
Jimin bit his lip and let one more tear roll down his cheek. “Let’s go and find out then.”
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Yoongi was right, the only thing he managed to do was brushing of the tears that constantly were wetting his face. He felt lucky that he was able to see Jimin through his blurry vision.
They looked so deep into each other eyes, held hands so tenderly yet with so much passion. They waited their whole lives for this moment.
So when Jimin heard the words “Do you, Jimin…” he couldn’t hold himself.
“I do.”
When he realized what he did, he let out a shy giggle and looked at Yoongi, who was grinning at him and squeezed his hand.
When it was his turn, Yoongi let the man finish, only because he couldn’t actually focus on what he was saying, he stared into Jimin’s eyes. He felt at peace, knowing that the love of his life, his soulmate, was standing before him with the brightest and most genuine smile on his face.
That was his home.
Bringing Jimin’s hand to his lips and kissing his, still empty, ring finger, he smiled.
“I do.”