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If you were to ask Jimin what’s his favorite place on earth, his mind would immediately take him to the beach back home. Sun out, cold enough to need a sweater but warm enough to have your naked feet touching the sand without getting goosebumps on your body. You see, if he could spend the rest of his days watching the waves gently hitting the Busan shore, he would never complain about anything again in his life.
However, now, as his first lucid thoughts start arriving in his sleepy brain, while being enveloped in a warmth so familiar in its holiness, he thinks, maybe, this place might not be so far off his imaginary ranking.
Slowly, he remembers it’s a Sunday morning (late morning probably, sue him) and there’s not an official schedule to follow for the first time in a couple of weeks. Jimin opens his eyes to the window’s soft light peeking through the beige curtain, casting the room in sepia color against the cold winter outside those four walls.
Of course it was Yoongi’s idea to buy that specific shade, of course he would know how to warm their room the same way he inadvertently warmed Jimin’s life since the moment he let him in.
Speaking of, Jimin feels the arm that is around his middle tighten a little bit, then realizes he has a pair of lips against his nape innocently kissing the top of his shoulder. Just before he starts wondering if the human octopus behind him is doing this asleep or consciously, he hears a very faint and raspy: “Awake?”.
Ok so, maybe, Jimin thinks, after years of waking up like this, he shouldn’t feel like the sun is trying to come out from his chest. Like if he were to open his mouth, only spring-like sunlight would spill all over.
“Mmmh”, he mutters while nodding against the pillow.
“Ok, ok”, comes the lazy albeit muffled response from behind him again.
Now Yoongi’s lips have found the lower part of his neck, right on the middle of his shoulders, where Jimin knows his crescent moon tattoo is exactly at.
He remembers, months ago, the first time he asked for Yoongi’s help to put on hydrating cream on his freshly done tattoo, how he saw Yoongi’s childlike wonder all over his features on their bathroom’s mirror while he got to work. He remembers his feather-like touch, his own reflection staring at him with the dumbest smile while Yoongi sang a very out of tune rendition of Bobby Womack’s “Fly Me To The Moon” and how his hands went down and down his spine with cold cream. He remembers his own giggles bouncing off the walls and spying Yoongi’s small grin he tried so hard to hide behind his shoulders.
He also remembers, some months later, how once the whole tattoo set was fully healed and Yoongi was finally allowed to touch and feel, he manhandled a very tipsy and shirtless Jimin to get on his stomach and kissed every moon phase while sillily repeating “I’m kissing the moon! I’m kissing the moon Jimin-ah”. And the thing is, Jimin’s slightly inebriated brain knew with blinding clarity that he was never going to let anyone else kiss those tattoos ever again.
He comes back to the present and he wants to tell him exactly that. The force of it takes him by surprise. The moons are yours hyung, they are all yours, he wants to say, they have always been yours, since before they were on my skin. He thinks it’s a little bit too early to be this cheesy. Also, Yoongi would either tease him for the rest of the day or bite whatever part of his body he can reach to make him shut up.
Jimin thinks that he might already know it though. Either way, maybe someday he’ll properly say it. He makes this quiet promise to himself before actually saying: “I’m hungry”.
Jimin pronounces this with just the right amount of whining to let his hyung know it’s serious business.
“Interesting”, Yoongi replies, not missing a beat, “I love hearing fascinating facts in the morning, my own personal podcast”. He’s so sleepy he’s barely modulating, all his words coming out like a single husky sound. Jimin would be endeared if he wasn’t trying to be difficult on purpose.
Jimin tries to kick Yoongi’s legs, “Hyung”, he outright whines this time, “if you’re going to be mean to me at least be funny about it”. The tragic thing about Yoongi spooning him right now is that he will never know there is actually a tiny smile forming at his lips.
“Mmmm”, Yoongi replies while rubbing his cheek against Jimin’s shoulders (for this, he doesn’t need to look at him to know that he looks like a disgruntled cat).
“Hypothetically speaking, what would you like hyung to make?”, comes a raspy response.
“For real?”, Jimin fake gasps.
Yoongi ignores the theatrics and continues: “If you help me prepare some coffee I’ll consider making you eggs”.
After hearing he has won the battle, Jimin starts turning his body around. He does this stretching his arms and legs while doing the most over the top yawn his face allows him. Once he stops moving he lowers his arms to rest them on Yoongi’s shoulders and throws him a radiant smile while touching his nose with his’.
“Hi handsome”, he says, wiggling his eyebrows and using his deepest voice.
“I’m begging you to stop” comes Yoongi’s very dramatic, in Jimin's humble opinion, response. In a very hypocritical move, he sets his palms on Jimin’s hip and caresses it, shutting his eyes tightly and scrunching up his nose. And Jimin can’t have none of that actually.
“Hey, no. Look at me, I want to look at you, love”, he marvels at how unconsciously his voice turns into honey, the sweetest tone directed at his sweetest person.
Yoongi smiles a very sleepy smile, but relents, and Jimin takes a mini step back to finally be able to take a look at Yoongi’s face for the first time in the day. One of his hands instinctively follows the path of his chest bone, then his neck and ends its journey cupping his cheek.
“Hi”, he repeats, this time just smiling sleepily at him.
“Hi, sweetheart, hi”, Yoongi half whispers, half sighs. A small, private smile appears on his lips. The kind of smile he only gives Jimin, all his, all his.
And it’s ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous how it feels, once again, like there’s an entire golden sun inside his chest. All Jimin can do honestly is close the distance and kiss Yoongi’s cheek. He goes in a second time with a smacking sound.
“Breakfast? Please hyungie please”, Jimin says against Yoongi’s neck now.
“Yeah, let’s go”, Yoongi replies.
With a little bit of effort on both parties, after putting on their respective pajama pants and hoodies to combat the winter morning chill, Jimin grabs Yoongi’s hand and leads them to the kitchen. Their apartment is on the highest floor of the building so they never bothered to put on curtains in the horizontal windows surrounding their kitchen area. With this natural light, Jimin once again remembers that they are in the dead of winter. No more sepia toned surroundings for them here.
Jimin starts brewing their coffee and Yoongi makes noise while getting out the bowls and pans he’s going to need to make their eggs and toasts.
They work in silence for a couple of minutes. Once Jimin is done with their coffee and its smell starts to fill the room, he finally feels awake and like a real human being. He cannot say the same about his breakfast partner though, who’s whisking their eggs adding salt and pepper with the most spaced out expression he has ever seen. In a moment of pure lucidity he thinks he really does look like a cat.
With a very quiet laugh, Jimin all but throws himself at Yoongi's back, and puts his arms around his middle, hands rubbing his belly the way he knows the other finds comfort in and nose digging into the space below his ears. This is the easiest choreography he has ever learned. His favorite one too. Yoongi is not wearing any earrings today so he can press tiny kisses into his ear lobes without any frozen studs clinckling against his teeth.
After a few moments of peaceful silence, Yoongi says: “You are being extra clingy today”. Not a trace of teasing in his voice, no question, just an observation.
“Yah! This coming from the octopus who started his day kissing me tenderly semi awake!” Jimin speaks directly into the other’s ear, ending his sentence smacking the loudest kiss on his ear. Yoongi yelps a little and laughs his silent laugh, the one where just his shoulders shake.
“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about Jimin-ah”, he replies, his Daegu dialect coming out in full effect. Jimin always melts a little bit on the inside whenever it happens. He’s trying to be funny and Jimin loves him very very much.
At this point Yoongi stops dealing with the eggs and turns around in Jimin arms, his back to the kitchen counter, sporting a very unimpressed look on his face.
Jimin can’t help but giggle. “Silly hyung, you know all the teasing you do loses all its strength with the way you look at me, right?”, he says smugly, at least tries to, cause the magma rising in his chest makes all his words sound lovesick and sticky to his own ears. (Or was it the honey from earlier turning into something like caramel?).
“One would think you would’ve learned this after so many years huh?”, he continues softly, his voice quiet quiet quiet now.
Somewhere in the conversation Yoongi had put his hands inside Jimin’s shirt and started caressing the place above his hips. Does he know the sun has been trying to escape all morning from the inside of his chest? Does he know he has turned Jimin into warmth, into something sugary? This isn’t new, it has been happening for so long now and Jimin kind of suspects that he will never stop feeling this way whenever he is in Yoongi's arms, whenever he’s on the receiving end of such intentional tenderness.
Just as Yoongi is about to respond to Jimin, the real morning light finds its way into their kitchen, and a soft sunlight beam illuminates Yoongi's face, making him squint just a little.
Jimin takes a little step back to gently stroke Yoongi’s grown hair out of his face. He brushes his fringe all the way to his back over and over again delighting in the way Yoongi instantly relaxes and closes his eyes with a sigh. Jimin fixes his gaze on his unkempt eyebrows, then his eyes travel to his shiny nose, then his lower lip and finally back to his eyes, the prettiest eyelashes he has ever seen.
And then, he sees them.
At first, he thinks it's a trick of the light, but his fingers keep rearranging the messy hair waves and they are still there. He even keeps finding more of them.
Confusion makes him slightly frown, but once he figures out what he’s looking at, a little gasp escapes his mouth and Yoongi promptly opens his eyes and follows Jimin’s gaze at the top of his head. “What’s the matter?”, he asks.
Jimin’s smile takes his whole face and immediately directs Yoongi to the closest reflective surface, which, in this case, is their gigantic microwave.
“Hyung, do you see them?” Jimin giddily points at the soft strands of white hair in Yoongi’s scalp from behind him.
It takes 5 whole seconds for Yoongi to understand what he’s trying to find. And then a quiet: “Oh” comes out of his mouth. He gets closer to his reflection, inspecting his hair, slowly moving it from one place to another in deep thought.
Jimin stands there with him, watching with curious eyes, waiting for Yoongi’s opinion on this new discovery. The kitchen gets a little too quiet, but it’s the kind of quiet only Yoongi can make him enjoy. The quiet of them just existing together.
“I mean, I guess they were going to appear at some point”, Yoongi finally utters. His tone is chill and devoid of any discernible emotion but there’s a tiny, very tiny pout decorating his lips and Jimin won’t have any of that. He slowly rests his chin on his shoulder and puts his arms around his middle while looking at their reflection.
“You know”, Jimin starts, “it's not fair that everytime I think you’ve reached peak hotness, you go ahead and become even hotter”, he makes sure to say this in a very petulant way.
Yoongi just scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You don’t have to coddle me, and it’s just hair Jimin-ah”, he responds, looking at the counter in front of him now, where his forgotten eggs sit.
“Yeah, hot gray hairs on my boyfriend, let me thirst in peace”, Jimin insists while turning Yoongi into his arms for the second time this morning, and resting his arms around his shoulders. The truth is, he can’t stop looking at them, how sophisticated they look against Yoongi’s deep black hair, how mature they make him look. He really wishes he was better with words because he feels the profound need to make him understand how lovely he is.
“Whatever, you’re ridiculous”, Yoongi replies, avoiding eye contact. Apparently, Jimin’s chin is the most interesting thing to look at at the moment.
“Nah, just tasteful”, Jimin replies cheekly. After this, Yoongi slightly slaps his chest and turns to the counter to finally resume his cooking. Jimin sighs but continues with his humble collaboration in the kitchen.
He reheats their coffee as their little discovery made them lose track of time and after a couple minutes of more productive silence, they finally sit down on the couch in their living room to enjoy their breakfast. They are both facing the TV on mute, Yoongi crosses his legs and blows on his steaming cup of coffee. Jimin has one leg flexed and the other touching the carpet. He munches happily on his toast and listens to Yoongi’s quiet breathing next to him. His sun, his sun, his very own sun, his silly brain supplies.
After some deliberation about what they should do on their day off (Yoongi: sleep and sex, Jimin: yes for the sex but let’s go for a walk at sunset hyung, i want to take pictures of the sky) Yoongi raises a single eyebrow at him. Jimin doesn’t realize he hasn’t been doing a great job at pretending it isn't hard for him to take his eyes off Yoongi’s hair.
“You’re staring”, he says. “For like the fifth time in less than 2 minutes, might I add”.
Jimin almost chokes on his toast. Yoongi just snorts.
A pause.
“You do know I think you’re very beautiful with them right?”, Jimin says seriously, looking into Yoongi’s confused eyes.
Yoongi simply chucks down the last sip of his coffee. “I mean, sure”, he says, “not that I would ever feel insecure about anything with you. You would never make me feel that way”. A rueful smile on his beautiful, beautiful face.
Jimin hums and nods, letting him know he is absolutely correct with that statement. He also turns his body fully towards him and starts massaging his scalp, while resting his head on his own arm. Oh the romance of it all. When Yoongi closes his eyes and puts his entire weight on Jimin’s hands he finally gets enough courage to whisper:
“I like thinking that you’ll keep having more and more of them and I'll be there to witness it all, you know”, at this, Yoongi opens his eyes and looks at Jimin like he’s saying something very dumb, like he’s being absurd. Still, Jimin continues.
“I just… I just want to meet white haired Yoongi so badly”, and that’s when the other finally gets what Jimin is trying to say. “Love thinking that I’ll be by your side when it happens”.
The prettiest shade of pink appears on Yoongi's cheeks and neck.
“Aish, that’s so cheesy even for you, what the fuck”, he barely manages to utter.
Jimin giggles, sunlight pouring from the window right behind them, so pale in comparison to Yoongi’s face looking at him now.
“You already knew it though”, he says cheekily, winking at him.
“Guess I will never get tired of hearing you say you want me for as long as I want you as well”, Yoongi replies a couple beats later.
With that, Jimin involuntarily lets out a squeak and throws his entire body towards Yoongi and hides his face in his neck, while the other has the audacity to shake with laughter.
“Yah Jimin-ah you can’t take as good as you give?”, he says while trying to hold Jimin’s cheek and bring his face in front of his own. Jimin lets him guide him.
“You’re the worst and the cheesiest and I”, he punches Yoongi’s chest with no force at all, “love you so much sometimes I think I will have to grow out a new heart”.
That seems to finally shut Yoongi up. Oh how the sun will never stop shining inside Jimin’s chest. Taking another peek at Yoongi’s white hairs, he puts his hand over Yoongi’s on his own cheek and smiles. He supposes they have the rest of the day (and life) to keep being this dumbly in love.