fragile ∾ pjm + myg

chapter nineteen

Jimin stayed quiet for awhile, thinking over his words, choosing them carefully while Yoongi patiently waited, one hand on the younger's hair and the other still playing with his fingers, "I think that... It was better this way. I thought, a lot, about doing what I did yesterday and even after, I wasn't sure about my feelings. I always thought that I was attached to you because you were always by my side, always taking care of me; I just never considered that I... that I had crossed that line either," his voice was whispered, soft under their breaths, Yoongi quietly listening to him, "Do you regret it?" he took a deep breath when the elder asked him what he meant by that, shifting even closer to the rapper, "Do you regret falling in love with someone like me? Someone-"

"Don't finish that phrase, please," Yoongi interrupted him, begging slightly, successfully stopping Jimin, "I fell in love with you because you're an amazing person inside and out, because you're kind and gentle and care too much about everyone but yourself. I fell in love with you because you're you, Jimin, and that's all the reason I can give you because that's it. You're not some broken toy, Jimin, people are objects and you ain't broken because I know that what you were going to say," Jimin could only blink at that, moving his head a bit so he could steal quick glances of the elder, not daring to say anything, "I'd never regret falling in love with you, Minnie. Not now, not ever. Even when I wasn't ready to acknowledge my feelings, it was because of my own reasons, not because of you. Being loved by someone like you is a privilege that I'll make sure not to waste," he felt fingers lightly gripping his chin and pushing it up, forcing him to stare at Yoongi; the elder had a soft smile on his face and pure sincerity on his eyes, "I love you, Park Jimin, and I'll make sure to never let you forget that." his fingers were carefully caressing Jimin's cheek, and the younger's eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the affection, "Can I kiss you?"

Jimin opened his eyes again, laughing under his breath, "You don't have to ask, you know." he whispered, placing his hand on top of Yoongi's, leaning into his touch.

"I like asking," the elder shrugged, once again lacing their fingers together, "Being... whatever we decide to be doesn't give me the right to just kiss you whenever I please, because someday you might not want to. So, yeah, I'll keep on asking, deal with it." Jimin couldn't help but roll his eyes at that, even if he could feel his face burning up with embarrassment at those words, shaking his head a bit, "Can I?"

The singer blinked at him quietly, pouting his lips unconsciously, "Morning breath," he mumbled, hiding his face again, the elder's laugh making his chest move while Jimin covered his smile against it. God, he felt so light; so happy and carefree, like he didn't have anything to worry about, it was just he and Yoongi in that moment and nothing else existed. He knew that soon that would be broke and he would be forced into the reality he hated but, for now, he wanted to cherish the feeling of being held by someone he loved and that, surprisingly, loved him back too. Yoongi shook his head, part of his fringe falling on his eyes while Jimin peeked out at him, blinking slowly, a soft and happy smile on his lips; oh, how Yoongi loved seeing this. He'd do anything to have this view for the rest of his life, to see a real smile on Jimin's face. He'd do anything to make the younger boy happy.

He leaned in, placing a quick but gentle peck on the singer's lips, before going back to hugging him, closing his eyes and mumbling something about going back to sleep, to which Jimin only smiled and made himself comfortable inside the elder's arms, enjoying feeling of being safe and comfortable while he could.

Maybe he would have enjoyed it more if he knew that it wouldn't last.

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It was already late night when they came back from practice, drenched in sweat and exhaustion settleting deep in their bones. He crashed on the living room sofa after the warmest shower he had all week, muscles finally able to relax a bit after the tiring afternoon they all had. Taehyung was lying on the couch by his side, mindlessly hearing the TV with his phone at hand, not really paying attention to it; they were all tired of practicing and learning the new choreo, thighs burning with the effort and head heavy on his neck, wanting to just go to sleep but knowing he wouldn't be able to; adrenaline still running through his veins. Jimin sighed, closing his eyes and propping his head on top of Taehyung thigh, the younger's hand falling into his hair to play with it; he could hear the sound of the shower water hitting the tiled floor down the hall where Yoongi was taking a shower, could hear Jeongguk moving around on his room and the other three on the kitchen, Seokjin probably making something for them all to eat and fill their energies.