Yoongi heaved a deep sigh for the nth time that day.
No matter how long he sat in front of the blank screen, no matter which hidden parts of his brain he explored, no matter how frustrated he grew - he just couldn't think of a song.
Composing, music was Yoongi's passion. Ever since the tips of his fingers had brushed against the keys of the old piano that stood abandoned in the corner of his childhood home he knew it.
Music was his destiny.
No matter how unsupportive his parents had been, no matter how many people had tried to bring him down, no matter who had tried to stop him - when it came to music, the one thing that made him feel whole, nobody could change his destiny.
Nobody but him.
So why
Why didn't even a single melody flood his mind, the touch of a feeling animate his creativity?
Yoongi certainly didn't have an answer to that question.
A loud thump echoed trough the studio as his stubborn head collided with the solid wood of his work desk.
Think think think!
A frustrated groan itched in the back of his throat and the man allowed his tired eyes to rest for a moment.
For how long had he been working now?
A glance at his watch. Four hours.
Four hours and zero outcome.
He was about to wreck trough his brain once again, in desperate need for an idea to pop into his mind as a soft knock on the door sounded trough the otherwise silent studio.
Must be Jimin. The little boy had been awfully quiet all this time.
"Yes?"
The door opened just enough for the little to stick his head trough the small crack, big doe eyes staring into his daddy's sacred work place (he'd never been allowed in there again since the So Far Away incident).
"Dada?"
"Hm bug?", Yoongi spoke and motioned for the boy to come in.
The mere sound of Jimin's naked feet pitter-pattering against the floor and the way his silver locks messily fell into those sparkling eyes seemed to lift a heavy weight off the older's shoulders, all the stress that had been building up within the last four hours miraculously melting away in a matter of seconds and he couldn't stop his lips from stretching into a gummy smile, the frown that had been etched into his skin fading into a relaxed expression.
"C-Can you come into the living room for a second?", his little boyfriend asked, stubby fingers fiddling nervously with the hem of his Mickey Mouse t-shirt.
Oh no.
What did he do this time.
The man reluctantly followed the younger into the living room, several scenarios of what kind of mess the boy had made in the living room already playing in his head.
Please don't let it be the carpet.
Not the carpet.
Not again.
But all his worries vanished into nothing but thin air as they had reached the, to his surprise, completely unharmed living room.
Jimin guided him to sit down on the couch before he pulled a folded, messy looking piece of paper out of his pockets. He unfolded it with trembling hands and stood in front of the confused older, taking a shaky breath.
"He-", his voice broke, throat suddenly bone dry and he swallowed thickly and awkwardly cleared his throat, a sheer blush coating his cheeks and rising up to the tips of his ears.
"H-Hello my dear daddy", he spoke softly, his voice wavering in uncertainty.
"I hope you are all ready."
Jimin stepped from one foot to the other, eyes clued to the paper in his hands.
"Because I have something to say,
And I need to say it today."
Yoongi bit his bottom lip, a big grin pulling at the corners of his mouth and a warm feeling poured from his heart, spreading trough his whole chest. He leaned his head into his palm, listening intently.
"Sometimes I'm really sad
And I often get mad.
I cry a lot and misbehave,
Most of the time I'm not very brave."
He tried to muffle the snort that dared to drip past his lips, grin stretching even wider (if possible).
"I leave my toys on the floor
And I don't always close the toilet door.
I forget to wash my hands
And my lunch often on the carpet lands."
Yoongi flinched at the memory of kimchi on his precious carpet.
"So that's why today
I- I have something to say..", Jimin stuttered anxiously, tongue slipping past his lips and wetting his upper lip.
He quickly lifted his gaze, staring right into the older's soft eyes before letting it drop back down onto the paper in his hands.
"Dear Daddy I..
I lo-love you so much
With all hearts and kissies and such!"
Yoongi's heart skipped a beat, his jaw falling slack.
Did.. Did Jimin just tell him he loved him?
The man's heart wrenched in painful happiness and he couldn't help but hop to his feet and scoop the younger up into his arms, startling him in the process.
"D-Dada?!", Jimin screeched, not used to his caregiver being so physically active and actually making the (big) effort to lift him up, holding him in his thin arms.
"Daddy loves you too, my little bug", Yoongi whispered into the crook of the smaller's neck, nuzzling his face against the soft skin.
He lifted his head and stared deeply into Jimin's brown orbs, their breaths mingling until he finally pressed his lips against the younger's soft ones into a sweet kiss.
"I love you too, Jimin."
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After both men had confessed their love for each other (and Yoongi had peppered Jimin's whole face with about 1000 kisses) the older male had sprinted off into his studio, muttering something about how the muse of inspiration had hit him. Hard.
Jimin was left to get ready for bed by himself but he didn't mind. Today's shift at the hospital had been exhausting and another one was yet to come.
He brushed his teeth, washed his face and changed into another set of pajamas, feeling kinda out of his headspace. But he didn't mind. Jimin enjoyed both - being big and little.
Once he was done with washing up the man slipped into bed, stretching his tired limbs.
Closing his eyes and snuggling comfortably into the covers Jimin was ready for sleep.
However, his excited heart pounding against his ribcage and the big smile on his face somehow wouldn't let him keep his eyes shut for long.
"I love you too, Jimin", he whispered before errupting into a squeal, body thrashing around and he could practically feel the butterflies flutter in his stomach.
His mind replayed the scene one, two, three times and everytime it enden up with Jimin rolling around the bed, covers twisting around his body.
Jimin's breathing was heavy from the last sqealing session and his chest raised and fell rapidly as he stared up at the ceiling.
The longer he stared, the more he got lost in his thoughts, breath evening out and smile slowly fading.
I love you too, Jimin..
"GO LEE HOSEOK, GO!"
"MAKE THEM DROWN IN THE WATER YOU SPLAH BY SWIMMING OUT OF THEIR REACH AT THE FUCKING SPEED OF A LAMBORGINI! BE FAST AND FURIOUS HYUNG, FAST AND FURIOUS!"
12-year-old Jimin turned to face his friend, unbelieving expression on his face.
"What the fuck Taehyung?!", he yelled, punching his best friend's shoulder.
"Ouch"!, the other whined, rubbing the spot where he got hit.
"What? I'm just cheering him on!"
"You're distracting him rather than"- Jimin's little rant was interrupted as the crowd cheered, his head snapping back to look at the swimming lanes where two of the competitors were swimming head-to-head, close to the edge of the pool.
"GO SEOKIE", both friends screamed in unison at the top of their lungs, giving their hyung a last boost of confidence as the swimmer dived past his competitor, his hand hitting the edge of the pool first and a loud buzz sounded trough the hall, the crowd breaking out into loud cheers.
"YES HYUNG!", Jimin cheered just as loudly, jumping up and down as his hands clapped so furiously, they started to sting.
The winner of the competition, Lee Hoseok, held himself above the water with one arm, using the other to pull off the cap and goggles, wet strands of black hair falling into his eyes as he looked up to the tribunes, eyes roaming for that one special person.
As he spotted him, his eyes basically dissapeared into small slits, smile so wide and bright while he rose his fist into the air, Jimin thought he forgot how to breath.
"I did it Jiminie!", he yelled, happiness radiating from every cell of his being and the younger couldn't help but return the excitement, grin just as big as his hyungs'.
The boy blew a nervous breath past his lips, warm air fanning over his chin as he anxiously dug his heels into the grass underneath his feet.
He'd been waiting for a mere ten minutes but the way his stomach flipped with every second passing by made it feel like hours. The pot in his hands seemed to drag him down even more as time went on and Jimin nervously chewed on his bottom lip.
"Jiminie!", an all too familiar voice called and suddenly a heavy weight crashed against his back and strong arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"Did you see me win? Did you?"
Jimin giggled and freed himself from the older's death-grip, turning around to face his hyung.
"I saw it, you did really well Seokie!", he said and laughed at Hoseok's blissed expression.
"I told you you'd win!"
"Ah", the older sighed and slung one arm around Jimin's shoulder, bumping his forehead into Jimin's.
"I guess you really did Jimin-ah. You're always right after all."
A rosy blush coated Jimin's cheeks as the proximity hit him, the cold metal of his hyung's earring brushing against his warm skin and his scent invading Jimin's nostrils. He smelled like home.
Well,
Home and chlorine.
"S-Seokie, there.. There's actually a reason I called you here", Jimin stuttered, voice raspy and his eyes were glued to the hot pot in his hands.
Hoseok raised his eyebrows in surprise, pulling the younger closer in a worried manner.
"What's wrong Jiminie?"
"Um I well I-"
"You can tell me Jimin, remember - hyung's always gonna protect you, it's a promise", he spoke and stared at the boy fondly, his knuckles stroking Jimin's cheek softly.
"HoseokieIlikeyou", the boy babbled out quickly, his blush intensifying and his eyes almost burned holes into the pot that he was now shoving into the older's chest.
"Heresomeofyourfavouriteramen. LikeI'mnottryingtobribeyouoranythingbutIjustthoughtyouwouldbehungryafteryourcompetitionsoI-"
A loud laugh, so warm and oh so familiar - he'd heard it hundreds of times already but it never ceased to affect his heart and make it beat twice as fast - startled Jimin out of his babbling and he looked up at the older like a deer caught in the headlights.
Hoseok's eyes sparkled and for a moment he looked so mature, as if he wasn't just 2 years older than Jimin, when he reached up to ruffle his dongsaeng's hair and pulled him closer by the back of his head, bumping their foreheads together gently.
"I love you too, Jimin."
Before the boy had even time to process what his hyung, whom he'd been in love with since the very first day they met, had said, their lips already collided in a kiss, soft lips pressing against each other harsly as both of their inexperience was clearly noticable and their lips moved against each other messily but oh it felt so right.
They pulled away moments later, cheeks a crimson colour and both boys stared into each other's eyes, their hot breath mingling in the little air between them.
And they couldn't help but giggle, their noses bumping as they exchanged shy glances and lovesick smiles.
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^y'all @ me cause the wonmin kiss was more explicit than the yoonmin kiss oops
Anybody catching onto what's going on?