y'all need to start reading my message board so i don't have to add these authors notes that probably piss you guys off ;;;
yes or no – cupid subplot that makes it 3-5 chapters longer or cut straight to the point
[ difference would be 30-32 chapters as opposed to 27-28 ]
also this is early bc i wrote five 1,500+ chapters today *sparkle emoji*
Really, he shouldn't be surprised. He's not, not really. Jimin wasn't surprised but he was so caught up in his own feelings that when Seokjin told him it was time to start packing all he could do to keep himself from crying was yell in disbelief. But he wasn't surprised, not really.
Yoongi was surprised the next day when he snuck through Jimin's window to see the younger laying on his bed, clothes strewn about his room haphazardly. Jimin hadn't said anything to him, merely opened up his arms and Yoongi had fallen into the hug without resistance. They laid there for a while, Yoongi stroking Jimin's back as the younger sniffled into his shoulder.
"Wanna talk about it?" Yoongi had asked, his voice muffled against Jimin's hair. Jimin had only shaken his head and they laid together for a few more hours, until Seokjin came in and asked if they wanted lunch. He too looked upset, and Yoongi wanted to ask what the hell was going on, but he kept his mouth shut and gladly accepted the sandwiches Seokjin offered them ten minutes later.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Jimin pulled back from Yoongi's chest and laid his chin on Yoongi's arm. At this point, Yoongi was half asleep, the repetition of rubbing Jimin's back and the younger's soft breathing doing a well enough job of lulling him into dreamland. When Jimin nudged him slightly with his head Yoongi opened his eyes, snapping to attention when he noticed how sad Jimin looked.
"Seokjin hyung is making me go back home." Jimin said quietly. Yoongi looked down at him, a frown etched into his face. "But - and I'm not making any promises - but I don't think I'll be able to stay there for very long, so I think I'll have to come back."
Yoongi stayed quiet for a minute, letting the information mull over in his brain. Jimin held his breath, sure that Yoongi would just leave him like that, because if it was Jimin that's what he would do. He would leave and never turn back because falling in love then being forcefully ripped away from the very thing in which you had just admitted to yourself would make anyone–
Jimin was pulled away from his inner mantra when Yoongi pushed his hair away from his face. "It's okay, Jimin. Don't worry about it, I'll help you pack, okay?" Jimin pushed his face into Yoongi's chest and shook his head.
"I don't want to pack, I want to crawl into a hole and die." Yoongi laughed and wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist, pulling him up into the sitting position.
"Don't be dramatic, Jimin." Yoongi said, pulling Jimin's legs around his waist so Jimin was in his lap. Jimin pouted and Yoongi reached up to squish his cheeks. "Look, if you think you'll be back sometime, then we'll meet up when you get back. If you don't come back, well, then the past three months of my life have been pretty damn great."
"I don't want to leave, though! I don't want there to be a 'if you come back,' I want there to be like a, like a when you come back or something like a promise that I'm not going to be stuck there forever!" Jimin practically yelled, gripping onto Yoongi's shirt and shaking him back and forth. Yoongi was semi-lost but he figured he should let Jimin just get it all out. "And then if I do come back, I'm a failure! And, and I just can't decide if I'm going the right thing or not because I feel good for like the first time ever, but this isn't what I'm supposed to be doing and–"
"Jimin, Jimin, shh, stop. You're crying." Yoongi said quietly, wiping Jimin's face with the pads of his thumbs. Jimin sighed and slumped against Yoongi's body. "We're going to pack, and then we'll watch a movie and Seokjin will make more food and then you'll leave and it'll be okay, okay?"
Jimin just nodded and let Yoongi pull him out of the bed and onto his feet. They started sorting through things quietly, Jimin throwing clothes into boxes while Yoongi wrapped his picture frames and other potentially breakable things. They were doing this all in vain, since it would all just be placed perfectly back in his room when Seokjin zapped them back home. But it was calming, and almost normal and Yoongi seemed to be enjoying himself.
An hour later, Yoongi was taping up the last box while Jimin sat on the floor in his almost sadly bare bedroom. Yoongi joined Jimin on the floor once he was done and pulled the younger into his lap once more. Yoongi rested his palm against Jimin's cheek and kissed him gently, like he was afraid of doing something wrong or breaking him.
"Don't treat me with a kid glove just because I cried in front of you." Jimin said, pulling Yoongi down to meet his lips again, only this time with more force. Yoongi put his hands on Jimin's hips and pulled him closer while Jimin's hands found their way to the back of Yoongi's neck. Jimin opened his mouth and pushed his tongue against Yoongi's bottom lip.
Yoongi pushed Jimin by his shoulders so he was laying on the floor and crawled over him, laying his hands on the younger's chest. Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi's neck and pulled him closer so their chests were touching.
Half of Jimin was screaming at him, stop what the fuck are you doing Seokjin hyung is literally ten feet down the hall and your door is open, but the other half of him was saying that he should put his hands in Yoongi's back pockets.
He put his hands in Yoongi's back pockets.
Yoongi pulled away from him and looked down at Jimin, who was panting with his lips swollen and wet. Jimin stared up at him, unsure what to do with himself because he wasn't sure how to initiate things.
"Hey, do you guys want to watch a movie..." Taehyung's voice trailed off as he saw the tangle of limbs on the floor. "I guess I'll just close this, then."
"We'll be out in a minute, go ahead and start whatever you want." Yoongi said, rolling off Jimin and onto the floor.
"No horror movies!" Jimin yelled, throwing a forgotten sock at Taehyung's back. He sighed and looked over at Yoongi, who looked almost as bad as he did swollen-lip wise. "Okay so do you really care about catching the previews that Taehyung refuses to skip?" Jimin asked, rolling over and slipping his hand into Yoongi's back pocket once more.
"Not at all," Yoongi said, pulling Jimin on top of him.
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As Jimin pushed the last unnecessarily packed box into the unneeded moving truck he looked back at Yoongi, who was bundled up in a heavy coat with a scarf wrapped tight around his neck. Whether this was because of the cold or because of Jimin's departing gift(s), Jimin doesn't really know.
Jimin pulled the door closed and turned around to be met with two open arms, which he immediately fell into. Yoongi held him tightly and they stood like that for a while, Jimin shivering from the cold bite of the night air and Yoongi doing his best to warm him up. Eventually Seokjin threw a jacket at him and Jimin put it on gratefully. He wasn't so grateful of the pressed glare sent to him when Jimin turned around to thank him.
Jimin opened his mouth to say something, anything, but he didn't have anything to say. So he just stared at Yoongi and Yoongi stared at him until Seokjin honked the horn of the moving truck. After that there was a flurry of limbs, trying to wrap around each other and hold on for just a little longer and there were lips searching for their match and eventually they were back in the position they'd spent the past several hours in; Yoongi holding Jimin and Jimin with his hands in Yoongi's hair, pulling him ever closer while Yoongi kissed the life out of him.
"Jimin, come on!" Taehyung yelled out the window. He'd said goodbye to Hoseok nearly an hour ago after the movie had finished. Hoseok had just shrugged, given Taehyung one last kiss on the nose before wishing him luck on his trip home.
"Okay, so I was thinking, and did you know that I never got your number? Because I never did, and so just– when you get home or something call me or text me if you want, you don't have to, like um, don't worry about it too much." Yoongi said, pressing a folded up piece of paper into Jimin's hand. "This isn't a goodbye, you know. More like a 'I'll see you later.'"
Jimin laughed through the tears that were reforming on his eyelashes. "Feels a lot like a goodbye."
"It's not, okay?" Yoongi licked his lips and took a deep breath. "I- I–"
"Jimin, seriously!"
"I'll let you go, I'll see you later, alright?" Yoongi said, squeezing Jimin's hand. Jimin nodded and sniffled slightly, reaching up to kiss Yoongi's lips lightly.
"I'll see you later, Yoongi." Jimin said, pressing one last kiss to Yoongi's lips before making his way to the unneeded moving truck packed full of unnecessarily packed boxes.