yoonmin "call me by your name"

intro

summer. 1983. italy.

it was a hot day, and without having to leave the house, jimin could feel the heat coming in through the open window of his room. as he lied on his bed, his feet hanging over the mattress, he sighed and pulled his arm over his eyes to keep the sun away. taking a deep sigh, he opened his eyes.

it was so fucking hot.

he groaned and sat up on his bed, eyes puffy from just waking up. his cheeks were tinted pink and a bit swollen; he yawned loudly and stretched out his back, about to get ready for the day.

as his feet slid onto the floor, causing the floor to creak with every step, he lazily stumbled to his bathroom and washed his face. he always hated the way his cheeks puffed out, he thought they made his face rounder.

walking back into his room, he got dressed into a pair of denim shorts and a striped polo, along with some brown birkenstocks.

looking into the mirror and feeling satisfied, he walked up to the open window in his room and let the sun hit his face.

he couldn't lie, it was a beautiful day. the sun was bright, and there was a sweet, intoxicating smell of fresh oranges in the air. he was happy to have all of this to himself.

"jimin! come down for brunch! he'll be arriving soon!"

crap. jimin had forgotten. he wouldn't be alone this summer.

his father, a distinguished professor, had agreed to let a student stay for the summer, in order for them to be his "apprentice" (that's what he liked to call it) and to learn more about the architecture in Italy. all jimin knew was that he was a boy.

a part of jimin was excited to see him, get to know him, but the other was still upset about having to share a room with him. this random stranger would be staying in jimin's house, in jimin's room, for almost three months. he was pretty pissed.

and this was the day he would actually arrive. jimin had been out of school for a week, and was very excited for summer. bike rides, piano days, and parties were all he wanted to do.

jimin was gifted, he could play almost every instrument with ease, and lots of people loved it when he played for them.

but the piano was something else. it was a place jimin felt comfortable in, he could play for hours on end and still want to play longer. his parents found him talented, and couldn't be more proud of his abilities.

"jimin!" his mother yelled from downstairs.

"i'm coming!" jimin said, now slightly annoyed.

as he dragged himself down the stairs, the smell of food wafted through the air, causing his stomach to grumble.

"i knew you were hungry." said his mom.

he chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes once more, and walked out the sliding glass door into his backyard.

the table was covered in various plates of food, and jimin's eyes widened at the sight.

he took a seat and his mother walked outside, placing even more food on the table.

"mom, what's all this food for?"

"jimin, do you not remember? your uncle and aunt are coming to visit."

"still, this is so much food."

his mother laughed. "well maybe for you, but for me, your father and our guests, this still isn't enough."