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Yoongi is sweating profusely. It's a big day and he doesn't think he's ready for it. He lets out an exasperated sigh, fiddling with his tie because apparently his tie has a mind of its own and just doesn't want to be tied. Or maybe it's just his nerves and he can't seem to do anything right when his brain clearly doesn't want to cooperate with his hands.
It's a total chaos, Seokjin barking orders at the hotel staff in the background, loud, exasperated voice booming through the thin walls. On the couch, Namjoon and Hoseok are pre-gaming, occasionally breaking out into boisterous laughter, bottles of soju lying scattered across the coffee table. The three of them dressed in classic all black tuxedos, as the others, a dress code they'd all decided together.
He glances down at his own white tux, one that had been chosen by Jimin matching with his own pair. It fits perfectly, having been designed by Hoseok's older sister, Dawon. But somehow, Yoongi keeps tugging on the jacket, constantly fixing his shirt that's tucked in the pants, making sure everything looks fine. And everything does. It's just that Yoongi needs something to do to calm his nerves or he might explode.
"-specifically asked for peonies" Yoongi hears Seokjin's cry of outrage, and it's enough to worsen his oncoming migraine. At this point, does it even matter if it's roses or peonies?
He can hear Jimin's high pitched and squeaky laugh from the bathroom, where Taehyung and Jungkook are helping him get ready. On another day, it would've brought an involuntary smile on his face, but today, it only sends a pang of guilt in his chest. It's wrong, so so wrong. He needs to tell Jimin.
There's not much time left, he can already hear the faint music that's being played by the live orchestra, some English song that Yoongi doesn't know the lyrics of, muffled under the chatter of the chirpy guests. And that alone is enough to shoot bile up his throat.
He gulps, closing his eyes and collecting his thoughts that are running wild in his head.
"Yoonie?" Jimin's soft, a slightly pitchy voice interrupts his train of thoughts. Yoongi wants to cry because God, Jimin's voice is the best thing that he's ever heard. He flutters his eyes open, and there stands Jimin in all his glory- dressed in a matching white tux, hugging his curves in all the right places. His usually soft, fluffy blonde hair gelled neatly to the side, revealing his forehead. Jimin has make up on, really subtle but it manages to enhance the beauty that he already possesses. His plump lips, slicked with lip gloss, moving as he stares at them but his mind doesn't seem to register anything.
"-nie, can you hear me? Are you okay?" Jimin's brows are furrowed in concern, eyes soft.
Fuck. It's now or never, Yoongi thinks. He needs to man up and spill.
Yoongi gives out a jerky nod, licking his dry lips. "J- Jimin...I need to t- tell you something"
Jimin pouts, but he nods. "Okay? But you need to be quick, hyung"
"I..I like you, Jimin. Actually, scratch that, I love you, Jimin. And I don't know if you could ever feel that way about me"
Yoongi expects to be screamed at, to be slapped or worse, getting rejected. What he doesn't expect is for Jimin to break out into a fit of giggles. "Hyung, we're getting married in 5 minutes"
THREE WEEKS AGO.
It's just another early spring day, the sun shining through the cotton ball clouds, bright and cheery, birds chirping, flying across in a flock, happy in their own company. The cherry blossoms in bloom, a few more weeks before they color the lifeless winter streets in a pretty pink. Yoongi feels light. Calm.
A small smile on his face as he walks towards his destination with the usual caramel latte in his grasp. Jimin's favourite. The younger has always liked sweet drinks, always fluttering his pretty lashes at Yoongi into buying him sweets and well, Yoongi is whipped, doesn't need to be asked twice. Always ready for whatever Jimin wants, needs. He'd give him everything without even being asked to.
He's so lost in his own thoughts that he barely even realises that he's reached the daycare that Jimin works at. There's tiny toddlers running past him and into their parents embrace, some crying after a hard day without their parents, some relieved and happy.
Yoongi's eyes wander around for the one he's looking for, the one with cherubic cheeks and freshly dyed blonde hair. And soon, his eyes land on him, Jimin, standing at the gate with a toddler in his arms, giggling as the child smacks a kiss on his cheeks. Yoongi understands, honestly. Jimin is quite very lovable.
Yoongi waits with a smile of his own, the one that holds so much admiration and fondness, he watches as Jimin carefully lowers the kid to the ground when his parents arrive. The kid bounces gleefully, tiny legs pacing towards his parents before he waves at Jimin.
Jimin stands there, eyes turned into two tiny crescents and lips stretched in a grin so big that Yoongi has to gulp, clutching the drink tighter in his palm in order for to not combust into flames right there.
Jimin's eyes soon find Yoongi's, though, and he waves excitedly, bounding towards him through the sea of toddlers and parents.
"Hyuuung" Jimin whispers as he falls into his embrace making Yoongi stagger a step back with chuckle. He soon finds his free arm wrapping around Jimin, nose buried in his blonde strands of hair, instantly being assaulted by the comforting strawberry scent with a hint of mint of his shampoo.
"Hyung brought your favourite" Yoongi dangles the drink in front of him once they pull away, hand still wrapped around each other.
Yoongi knows Jimin is extremely shy, gets flustered easily and loves being doted on like the pampered brat that he is. Yoongi also knows that he loves spoiling Jimin, the younger really deserves to have everything in life.
And as expected, Jimin's cheeks burn a pretty pink, spreading from his neck to his ears. Jimin looks up at him, eyes soft and extremely shy and teeth buried in his plush bottom lip. "You always do" He mumbles, taking the drink in his palm with a quiet 'thank you' under his breath. And Yoongi decides that walking 2 kilometres to Jimin's favourite cafe and then 3 more to his day care everyday is absolutely worth it when Jimin smiles so prettily for him.
Yoongi finally drops his hand, without failing to notice Jimin's smile falling, so he quickly takes his small, warm hand in his, lacing their fingers together. That certainly brings the smile back on his face. "How was your day?" He asks.
"Good, really good. You know, Kyunghee-"
Jimin talks animatedly about his day, not missing a single detail. A little too excited, and bit too bubbly but it's the highlight of Yoongi's day- listening to Jimin talk about the endeavours of his day with so much passion that his heart aches.
Everyday he's little more thankful that he has Jimin, his best friend, because the moment he hears Jimin's squeaky giggles, his melodic voice in its angelic essence, it's enough to wash away the exhaustion from his day at work.
Yoongi might be a little too smitten for his best friend than he should be, but he really doesn't have the heart to complain.
Yoongi is currently flipping through the channels on the television to find something for them to watch while they have dinner together.
A usual day at their shared apartment.
It's a few moments later when a freshly showered Jimin descends from his room and plops down next to Yoongi. He rubs the towel against his dripping wet hair as he gets comfortable on the couch.
Yoongi stops when he finds the drama that they've been watching together and places the remote on the table. Jimin pouts a little and shoves the towel towards the older for him to dry his head and Yoongi rolls his eyes, taking the towel and starts rubbing it on his hair in careful, slow motions. Jimin sighs contentedly, eyes closed at feel of Yoongi's loving touches.
"You purr like a cat, you know?" Yoongi chuckles, slowing his actions, dropping a kiss to his head before flinging the towel on the floor. He could clean up later or whatever.
Jimin who apparently still hasn't had enough of the cuddles, pushes his face in the crook of Yoongi's neck and breathes in deeply. "I can't help it. Feels nice" he mumbles, wrapping his arms around Yoongi.
Yoongi snorts, accommodating him better by holding him steady in his arms. Yoongi feels happy, his heart singing silly songs to the beat of Jimin's heart against his own chest and the slow breath that tickles his skin a little.
Now, he knows Jimin and him have a slightly odd relationship, being just best friends and all, they're too touchy with each other but that's just how they naturally are. In no way is Yoongi a someone who enjoys physical touch in general, it's actually quite the opposite of that, he hates being touched. But with Jimin, it feels nice, feels warm and comfortable. It's how it's been since the very beginning, Jimin by his side, Jimin and his dainty hands, Jimin and his delicate touches, Jimin and his enticing strawberry and mint scent. Jimin's warm body against his. Just Jimin, Jimin, Jimin and Jimin.
Yoongi lightly finger combs through the damp hair, massaging his scalp in gentle scratches and strokes, humming a tune that he'd heard playing on the radio earlier. The drama in the background long forgotten.
Until Jimin's phone starts blaring from where it had been thrown onto the other side of the couch earlier. Jimin whines, begrudgingly pulling away from the comfort of Yoongi's arms and grabs his phone.
Yoongi bites his bottom lip to conceal the laugh bubbling up his throat at the other's adorable rage of being interrupted from his pamper session. When Jimin sees the contact being his mum, his demeanor changes instantly, excitedly swiping the screen to accept the call with a shrill "Eommaaaaa" as he skips into his bedroom.
Yoongi finally breaks out into a chuckle, getting onto his feet to set the dinner table when his empty stomach rumbles.
When Jimin walks back into the kitchen fifteen minutes later with a slight frown etched to his face and lips stretched in a grimace, Yoongi furrows his brows in confusion.
He quietly serves the blackbean noodles onto Jimin's plate, making sure to put an extra two servings and then fills up his plate as well before setting the pan aside.
Jimin seems to be lost in his thoughts, not even acknowledging the presence of his favorite meal as he stares into oblivion, fingers subconsciously fiddling with his sweater paws.
"Jimin?" Yoongi tries gently but the younger seems to not be a part of the world all together. He clears his throat. "Minnie?" He says, gently prying his fiddling fingers into his own and squeezing them.
Jimin's eyes snap towards Yoongi at that. "Huh?"
Yoongi carefully pulls him along towards the dining table and sits him down. Then he sits down to the chair next to him. "You okay, baby?"
Jimin buries his teeth in his lips, exhaling sharply through his nose. He picks his chopsticks before splitting them in half and using it to shove a mouth full of noodles into his mouth and Yoongi mirrors his action, giving him the time to speak.
"What do you think of marriage, hyung?"
Yoongi chokes. Half-chewed noodle mush flying out of his mouth with force of the coughing fit that follows. Jimin's eyes widen, jumping out of his seat to hand Yoongi some water, and soothingly rubbing his back to calm him down.
Yoongi, on the other hand is making strangled noises, holding his throat because it burns, his eyes brimmed with tears of agony. He doesn't know if it's because of the noodles that are stuck in his food pipe or the fact that Jimin is suddenly talking about marriage. They're still young, with all the time in the world. Right?
After a few minutes, Yoongi's coughs are slowing down, and he gulps an entire bottle of water to soothe the burn in his throat and the ache in his chest from the intense session of choking to his almost death.
Beside him, Jimin is still rubbing his back patiently. When Yoongi is done, he takes the now empty bottle and places it on the table. He finger combs through Yoongi's inky black locks, smiling when Yoongi leans into his touch.
"Alright?" Jimin murmurs, not stopping his ministrations.
Yoongi is far from alright, quite close to frightened, confused, miserable, but he still nods in order to rid Jimin of his worry.
Happy with the answer, Jimin drags his chair closer to Yoongi's and then plops down on it. Their shoulders now touching from the proximity.
"What were you saying? Before I, you know, almost died..."
Jimin snorts. "Uh, marriage...what are your thoughts on marriage?"
Yoongi sighs, eyes trailing away from Jimin and zeroing on the vase behind him. It's a really good question. What does he think of marriage?
To be completely honest, he's never thought about it. Ever since he was a boy, he's been blessed enough that he had loving parents, grew up in a nice family. He met Jimin, his first and best friend, who's still sitting next to him. He has other friends too, Namjoon and Hoseok, who met in junior high, then in senior high, Namjoon introduced him to his boyfriend, Seokjin, a year senior to the trio. The older seemed to fit right in their little group. So, logically, he's never had to think of adding an extra relationship in his life when he already had so many. And with Jimin, he'd been so happily occupied that the other possible connections meant very little to him.
Years later, when Yoongi moved had out to his dorm for college, Jimin, who was still in high school, had been so heartbroken that Yoongi had promised him that two years later when Jimin graduates, they could look for an apartment together, be roommates so that they'd never have to be apart. And it's where they live still to this day. Their first home together.
But it is now that he realises, he's never given much thought to the prospects of marriage or being in a relationship or having a lover in general. All he's known all his life is, unsurprisingly, Jimin. He's spent a happy childhood, teenage, early youth, and now, his late 20's in Jimin's presence. The only presence that ever mattered to him.
Yoongi breathes out a sigh, struggling to put his thoughts into words. "I don't know, Jiminie."
Jimin visibly slumps in his seat. "Eomma says I should get married" He says through a pout, chopsticks playing with the now cold noodles. "Appa arranged a meeting with his friend's son, apparently he's a nice guy with a degree in accounts and a stable job"
Yoongi's mouth is agape, words going over his head and caution alarms ringing in his head. There's heavy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. He feels like someone's dumped a bucket of ice cold water all over him...he feels weird, the cold is seeping into his bones and making him breathless. Not in a good way.
"Hyungie?" Jimin's quiet voice interrupts his inner turmoil.
"J- Jimin...I, I am hap..happy for you." Is all he could force out, knows if he speaks any further, he might barf all over the dinner table. Maybe he should've choked on the damn noodles when he had the chance.
Jimin looks...sad? But he smiles anyway. Nodding as he picks up the noodles and starts eating quietly. Whereas Yoongi stares at his half-eaten dinner with an uncertain distaste. Why does he feel this way? Jimin is his best friend, and he deserves to be happy and if that's achievable by getting married to another guy, shouldn't he be happy?
In the end, he convinces himself that it's the possible future separation anxiety and nothing more. It's the fact that they've never been apart and now if- when Jimin gets married...to another guy, he'd have to move away.
Maybe they'd still hangout on the weekends, in a cafe whenever he's not busy with his married life.
Yeah, that'll be fine. Yoongi can live with that, right?
June, 2000
Yoongi meets Jimin for the first time on sunny afternoon, under weird circumstances.
Despite the harsh, hot weather, there's a light breeze blowing through his hair. He'd told his mama that he can now ride his bicycle by himself, without her having to follow him around. He doesn't even need the training wheels now, he can totally manage going for ride alone.
Min Hyeri, his mother, had objected at first, but had to reluctantly let him go since Yoongi had insisted that he's in fact a big boy now, having recently turned seven a few months ago. That, with a jutting pout. And well, his mum had never been one to deny her little dumpling anything, especially when he was her first and only child. She'd even handed him a 1000 won to get some ice-cream for himself if he felt like it.
And with that, Yoongi was out of the door, his Kumamon helmet on his head, little feet paddling away towards the park where he can sit and talk to the ducks.
Ever since he's been old enough to go to kindergarten, he'd noticed something especially peculiar- he didn't like his peers. They're all whiny babies, whereas Yoongi, he was a grown up. He never cried when his parents dropped him to school, he never had the urge to compare his toys with other kids, and never wanted to sit next to them, the reason being their unnecessary need for attention, constantly crying and disturbing the peace. So immature, unlike Yoongi.
So, Yoongi was completely content in being a loner, liked his own company more than others and liked to explore places by himself. Besides, it's not like he needed them or anything, his teachers always told his parents that he was smarter for his age, more mature, so quiet and respectful. And all those times, Yoongi couldn't help but puff his little chest out a bit.
It's approximately fifteen minutes later that he realises that this is definitely not the way to the park. As a matter of fact, he's totally in the opposite direction because he can't find the big cherry blossom tree that Yoongi always sees on the way to the park with him mama.
Instead, this is another neighbourhood that looks vaguely similar to his own, the only difference being the slightly taller houses. This is where the rich people must live, his mind supplies. Wouldn't be the worst thing to explore some more, now that he's here, right?
It is then that Yoongi spots him.
There's huge house, surrounded by a stretch of green grass and decorated with different colorful flowers- roses, marigolds, petunias, sunflowers. See, he can name all of them. He's definitely a big, smart boy.
The lawn is surrounded by a fence, attached to small metal gate in the front. And sitting on top of the gate is a boy. He looks younger than Yoongi, perhaps three or four, chubby cheeks flushed by the heat, tiny fingers clutching the metal so he doesn't fall. He's wearing a yellow Winnie the pooh t-shirt and beige shorts.
Yoongi doesn't break the eye contact, watching as the little boy stares at him with all his attention.
But then, Yoongi realises that he doesn't have much time, he better get on his way if wants to get that ice-cream and go back home before his daddy comes home from work.
So, pushes one of his legs and then balances on the paddles-
"Wait"
Yoongi swears he almost tripped and fell face first when the little voice had interrupted him. He turns back to find the boy now on his feet and waddling towards him.
The boy, he now realises, is much smaller than him, reaching only up to his shoulder, tuft of black hair messily fanning over his small curvy eyes and his lips pouty. The boy is now looking at him with wide eyes and Yoongi has no idea what the kid wants.
Yoongi makes a confused noise at the back of throat, tipping his chin up in a questioning gesture.
The boy doesn't say anything but starts walking ahead, and Yoongi stands there, utterly confused as to what to do. The boy stops suddenly and then turns around, as if waiting for Yoongi. So, he swings his leg and gets on his two feet, dragging the bike with him on his side as he catches up with the younger.
The boy smiles, and Yoongi watches his eyes disappear. The younger wraps his fingers around his wrist and tugging at it slightly. And finally, Yoongi understands.
The boy wants to come along with him and somehow, he doesn't decline like he usually would've.
So, they walk together towards the way Yoongi had come, this time, in the right direction, fingers intertwined.
The two walk quietly towards the ice-cream stall at the opening of the park. Yoongi, being the older among the two, offers the boy some of his ice-cream and they share.
Yoongi hadn't realised what had come over him that day when he'd allowed a random kid to walk with him to the park, but twenty-eight year old Yoongi is certainly grateful that a five year old Jimin had somehow managed latch himself onto his side for the rest of their lives.
Yoongi's not fine.
He's miserable, and bubbling with the urge to break every damn thing that's in their house.
Which is why he'd called an emergency meeting at Namjoon and Seokjin's house. Maybe a night of drinking with his friends would do him some good. He's probably just really tired.
Or maybe it's because Jimin is currently on a date with his possible future husband.
Nope, just some good ol' work stress-
"Hyung, if you break that, Jinnie's going to throw you out of the house" Namjoon points at the empty wine glass that Yoongi's been nestling for the past thirty minutes.
"And you" comes Seokjin's voice from next to Namjoon.
"And me" Namjoon parrots with a sigh.
Yoongi stares at them with blank eyes. "What do you think they're doing right now?" He questions for the 12th time that evening, mind wandering to places that make Yoongi's stomach churn in displeasure.
Beside him on the couch, Hoseok snorts, chugging his wine in a go. Namjoon shoves his face in open palms with a long drawn groan, muttering something unintelligible. And Seokjin looks absolutely infuriated, staring at him with such intensity that Yoongi has to look away and pour himself another glass to avoid the older's murderous glare.
It's a genuine question, though, what could they be doing? Is he nice and respectful? Is he treating Jimin with kindness? What if he ordered Jimin something with peanuts? Jimin's allergic to those. Should he consider going to the pharmacy to get him some anti-allergic pills just to be on the safer side?
"Yoongi-yah" Seokjin finally utters, pulling Yoongi's attention to himself. Yoongi grunts in response.
"Why is he on a date with another man?"
"I told you that his parents want him to get married. And he does too" Yoongi whines pitifully. "What should I do?"
"You could start by reminding his parents that it's not the 18th century and arrange marriages are plain pointless" Hoseok provides around a mouth full of popcorn.
Yoongi smacks Hoseok in the back of his head, earning a squeak of indignation in return.
"Hyung, do you not want Jimin to get married?" Namjoon asks, ignoring Hoseok.
"I don't know. It just makes me feel... irritated?" Yoongi murmurs, glaring at the wine glass, his fingers twitching in need of throwing it across the wall.
Around him, Hoseok seems to be holding his breath, sharing knowing looks with Namjoon and Seokjin. Huh. They do that quite a lot whenever they're talking about Jimin, exchanging secret looks with each other, he realises.
When Seokjin nudges his boyfriend, Namjoon speaks up again. "Why?"
Yoongi narrows his eyes, he doesn't know. "Why not?" He shrugs.
"Yoongi-yah" Seokjin lowers his voice, careful and calculated. "Do you...perhaps um, love Jimin?"
Yoongi looks at Seokjin like he's grown a second head. "Of course, I do?"
"Oh my god, he said it" Namjoon's eyes widen, pooling with tears of happiness-
"-he's my best friend. How could I not love Jimin?"
Hoseok bursts out laughing, rolling down from the couch, Namjoon looks like he's gonna burst into flames from the anger that's filled in that huge body of his and Seokjin is sympathetically rubbing his boyfriend's bicep in an attempt to calm him down with a grimace painted on his own face.
"Min Yoongi" Seokjin tries again. "How long have you been with him?"
"Uh, it marks 21 years this June?" Yoongi hums as he chugs down the contents of the glass.
"Right, and how do you think he looks? On a scale of 1-10?"
Yoongi thinks about Jimin, his plump cheeks that bunch up when he smiles. How he complains about not being able to see when Yoongi makes him laugh a little too hard. Jimin's petite body clad in Yoongi's tees that are twice his size. Jimin's honey eyes that hold so much awe for Yoongi. Jimin's soft, small hands in his larger, rougher ones. Jimin's plush and pink lips when he calls out to Yoongi in his softest voice.
He gulps. "There's no comparison, my Jiminie is the prettiest"
"And how does he make you feel?"
"What's your point?"
"Just answer him, hyung" Namjoon whines.
Yoongi rolls his eyes. How does Jimin make him feel?
Jimin feels like the warm sun on a cold winter morning.
Feels like smell of the first rain.
He feels like dandelions floating around in the light summer breeze.
He feels like a quiet evening by the crashing waves of the ocean.
Like, an old song that still makes your heart beat faster with excitement, familiarity and comfort.
Like the first sip of coffee in the morning.
He feels like...home.
He breathes out, heart racing and hands shaking. Fuck, he needs to go find Jimin. "I-I need..need to go" He stutters out, and then he's running out of their house.
( "Do you think he's realised it yet?"
"Shut up, Hoseok. Don't jinx it" )
Yoongi doesn't know why he's running, but he is, faster than he ever has. His lungs are burning up from inside, throat constricting and all that alcohol is now somehow making his brain a muddled mess. He doesn't even how long he's been running for, probably an hour- really, it's only been 10 minutes.
A thousand questions brimming hot under the echoing chants of 'Jimin Jimin Jimin'.
He doesn't know when or how things changed, or rather his feelings changed. He's not even sure if it's the logical part of his brain speaking or just the wine overpowering his abilities to think straight and deluding him into believing something that isn't true. Can't possibly be true.
...Right?
By the time he reaches home, door flying open (because he applied more pressure than he intended to), he's wheezing like a dying walrus, squatting on the ground and holding onto the door handle, trying to not pass away from an acute case of being-unhealthy-and-attempting-to-run-while-being-drunk-with-a-hint-of-anxiety.
Remind him to accept Jungkook's invitation to work out with him, heaven knows he needs it.
He belatedly realises that there's a pair of eyes watching the show he just put on. And not only is he watching, he's also doubled over the couch while he laughs into his palms with such intensity that he promptly falls onto the floor, shoulders still shaking.
"Ji- min" Yoongi wheezes out, squeezing his eyes shut and hungrily gulping air to be able to breathe again.
Jimin is still wracking with laughter, face rivalling a tomato, eyes disappearing and mouth open so wide that if Yoongi stood close enough, he'd probably be able to see all his organs. "H-Hyung" He breathes out, trying to contain his giggles. "Are you okay?" Jimin slowly gets on his feet, pacing towards Yoongi who's still lying on the floor, eyes stuck at the blonde haired boy with round, flushed cheeks.
His throat feels as dry as sandpaper, choked up and Yoongi blames it on the lack of oxygen.
Jimin giggles, squatting right in front him, slowly raising it to run his tiny fingers through Yoongi's hair, eyes soft, swimming with something that makes Yoongi's heart want to leap out of his mouth. So, Yoongi abruptly shuts his mouth, he really doesn't trust his organs right now.
Jimin's touches are delicate and yet each stroke sends jolts of electricity through his veins. The familiar scent of his, engulfing him in a blanket of security and comfort. Yoongi breathes it in, letting his racing mind slow it's pace, calm under voice of Jimin's quiet humming.
Once Yoongi's breathing is slightly even and he doesn't have to inhale air like he has faulty lungs, Jimin leads him to the couch. He sits down first, patting on his thigh for Yoongi to lay his head on. And Yoongi obliges, instantly following in prospects of being close to Jimin.
None of them speak. Yoongi closes his eyes trying to make sense of the thrumming of his heart and Jimin calmly watches Yoongi with a faint smile and chubby fingers wrapped around Yoongi's thumb.
It's then that realisation dawns upon him. Is he hallucinating or is Jimin really here? And if he's here then who's at the date?"
"How was your date?" Yoongi croaks, peeping an eye open to gauge on Jimin's reaction. Was it good? Did you two hit it off? Are you getting married tomorrow?
Jimin sighs, smiling a little. "It was good. Eunwoo is a nice guy"
Fucking Eunwoo.
"Yeah?" Yoongi smiles hoping it doesn't look like a grimace.
"Brought me a caramel latte when we met at the park. Eomma must've told him. T'was sweet."
Fucking Eunwoo and his stupid caramel latte.
Yoongi smiles through the pain that surges in his upper abdomen, perhaps, a little too wide. "Really sweet"
"We went to a cat cafe after!"
Damn it. Fucking Eunwoo, his stupid caramel latte and stupidly cute cats.
How is Yoongi going to top that? He can't believe Mr. and Mrs. Park betrayed him like that.
"Are you getting married to him?" The words seem to fly out of his mouth faster than he can stop, and he really wants to bury himself six feet under but he also wants to know Jimin's response before he does that.
Jimin's brow furrow, lips slowly stretching and then he's giggling, body shaking and jostling Yoongi with his movements. "I don't know, hyung. He is a pretty nice guy, shouldn't I?" He teases.
Yoongi sits up suddenly, face inches away from Jimin's, eyes doubled at the proximity, mirroring Jimin's own. "No"
Jimin's cheeks color a shade of salmon, his laughter caught in his throat and eyes shy. "Why?"
"I-I mean, if you're marrying just for the sake of getting married- not that there's anything wrong with it- what I mean is, shouldn't you marry someone you already know? Someone you've been with the longest? I don't know...like someone you already live with?"
Jimin doesn't say anything, pinning Yoongi with a pensive look . Yoongi wants to sock himself in the face and never speak up again. Then Jimin says, "I live with you, hyung"
"Yes, yes. I'm aware"
"And you want to marry me?"
"Yes"
"Why?" Jimin's lip curl in a pout.
"Because..." Yoongi stops, shit. He didn't think of a reason. Clearly, his brain didn't think this far. "Because I'm your best friend. Nothing has to change, right?"
Jimin stays quiet, eyes unfocused and unblinking for whole thirty seconds. (Yes, Yoongi was counting and what about it?) Then he licks his lips, eyes clear. "Okay" he breathes.
Oh?
"O-okay?" Yoongi parrots, unsure of what to make of it.
Jimin nods twice. "I'll marry you"
"You'll marry me" Yoongi breathes out. The words suddenly feel heavier under the integrity of the situation but at the same time, there's a low buzzing in his ears, overpowering sound of his thundering heart slowing down to something more peaceful, a feeling that obscurely feels similar to relief, utter and complete ease.
Yoongi doesn't know what happened, or why he said what he said or how he even feels now that his wine drunk brain has decided to help his best friend out of his problematic situation.
But what he knows is that it's almost instinctive to want to help Jimin, protect him from anything and everything there is in the world and he wants to be the one to do it. It's the only thing he knows how to do, the only thing he's done since he's been a boy.
To be by Jimin's side, holding him close and be anything that Jimin needs. Because at the end of the day, Jimin's wants, needs overweigh his own. And for Jimin's happiness, he'd give away the world.
Because Jimin is his, and his only.
By the Yoongi wakes up the next day, well 4 in the evening, Jimin is already out for work. As he sluggishly trudges to the kitchen, he's met with Jimin's signature violet sticky notes.
There's pancakes in the microwave. Don't forget to eat, hyungie.
Yoongi smiles fondly at the little sharpie pink heart at the end of the note before ripping the note carefully of the fridge and walking back to his bedroom and opening up his bedside drawer, placing it neatly among the many others. The entire drawer filled with each and every note Park Jimin has ever written him in the history of their twenty-one years worth of friendship.
Well, that reminds him of the agenda for the day. An important one : picking out an engagement ring. He can't possibly expect Jimin to marry him without even being proposed to before first. If he did, Yoongi would rank #1 on the list of worst fiancés of the decade. And Jin would probably give him shit for it.
In less than an hour, Yoongi is showered, fed and ready to head out with his wallet, keys in his pocket and heart buzzing with...something. Something he doesn't recognise but it's this overwhelming feeling of his heart doing a weird pitter patter and his senses muddling into one another.
But the vision of Jimin's eyes turning into little slits and chubby cheeks bunching up from the stretch of his plush lips when he presents him the ring, sure helps.
The store downtown is a fancy one, 'I do' flickering in a cursive red fluorescent glimmer in the background of white, atop the tall glass door, providing the perfect view of all white and red themed decor of the space. It's like valentine's day in a room and that sends a shiver of discomfort up his spine.
He masks it, though, when one of the assistant shoppers dressed in sleek suit flashes him an exaggeratedly enthusiastic smile, he smiles, albeit a little awkwardly, but it's a smile. More than most people can get out of Yoongi.
"Good evening, sir. How may I assist you?" The woman asks, her red painted lips stretched from ear to ear.
"I'm looking for, uh, rings"
"We might just have the thing for you" She winks and Yoongi has to will his face to not to cringe visibly. "Engagement or wedding? Oh, or is it a promise ring?"
Yoongi bites his lip, he knows nothing about rings. Aren't they all the same but given different tags for occasions? "Uh, engagement"
"It's a big day, huh?" She says, her smile still on her lips, almost like it's stuck there. He wonders if her cheeks hurt. "She's a lucky one, I'm sure"
Yoongi nods, lips in a tight line. "It's a he, actually"
"Oh" The woman flushes, clearing her throat. "Lucky him, then!" She tries to smile despite her embarrassment.
Yoongi wants to snort, but he suppresses it. The woman doesn't seem to be a homophobe, so Yoongi let's it slide. Maybe it was a genuine slip-up. Or at least hopes it was, he really doesn't have the time for that kind of negativity right now.
Regardless, he really needs an engagement ring and it's about time that Jimin's home. And Yoongi's planning to propose some time after their dinner that he is yet to cook.
So, the next half an hour goes in a blur, the woman shows him at least 30 different types of rings- A Solitaire, a Pavé, a Halo, a Cluster and the others that he doesn't remember the names of. All through it, he's a nervous wreck. If the woman notices, she doesn't say anything, just politely keeps educating him about the rings, their histories and their makes.
In the end, he settles for what the woman called 'Eternity Band' and Yoongi can't help the smile that takes over his face upon hearing the name. Eternity.
After the ring is chosen, Yoongi provides the woman with Jimin's size so they can make any necessary adjustments and waits awkwardly sitting on the plush couches while aimlessly scrolling through his twitter feed. Within the next twenty minutes, the ring is adjusted to its custom size, packed in a traditional velvet red box and tied with a pretty yellow bow. Yoongi quickly makes the payment and then places the box in the inside pocket of his jacket.
With everything set, all he hopes for now is not to mess up.
OCTOBER, 2008
Yoongi sighs as he stare up at the sky above them, they're sitting on the fire escape that connects to Jimin's balcony. Their shoulders touch as they gaze at stars together, legs entangled ( more like Jimin's legs on top of his ) and pinkies hooked onto each other's.
They're not speaking, but the silence isn't uncomfortable, in Yoongi's opinion, it's more fulfilling than the day they'd spent with the Jimin's classmates. It's Jimin's 13th birthday, and the younger had invited all his classmates for lunch at the mall. "I need to invite everybody, hyung. The more people, the merrier" he'd said, being the social butterfly that he is.
And well, Yoongi is whipped guy, he's always been.
It was a plus that throughout the day, wherever they went, Jimin saved Yoongi's seat right next to his. And he spent the entire day secretly stealing glances at his favourite birthday boy, listening to all his stories with rapt attention and breaking out into a gummy smile whenever Jimin giggled at something-
"Hyungie?" Yoongi trained his neck towards the younger, humming softly.
Jimin's wearing the bright yellow sweater that Yoongi had gifted him this morning, it's snug fit, but the arms slightly longer, falling over his fingers and giving him adorable sweater paws. One of the sweater paws are wrapped around Yoongi's arm in a firm grip.
"Can I ask you for another gift?" There's a twinkle in Jimin's honey eyes, his skin gleaming under the splendour of the full moon. His voice shy, barely over a whisper.
He could've asked for the world and Yoongi would bring it to him.
Yoongi chuckles. "Anything, Minnie" He cups Jimin's fingers on top of his arm.
Jimin ducks his head, pulling his lips in to moisten them. "I haven't had my first kiss yet" He murmurs. "Will you kiss me, hyungie?"
Yoongi can feel all the blood in his body rushing to his face. He gulps, trying to push down the breath that's lodged in his throat. He's not sure if he imagines it but, there's a shift in the air, it's suddenly much warmer than it had been a few moments ago.
He's never been kissed before either, not because he never had options, but because unlike most kids his age, he's never had those urges. He'd often questioned his own hormones when Hoseok, the self-proclaimed Casanova would talk about his notorious Sunday afternoon rendezvous with his multiple lady friends or when Namjoon would kiss Seokjin on the lips while they sit at lunch together. Even when Hoseok would sneak his older brother's porn magazines and ask him to take a peek with him, all Yoongi would feel was : disgusted, uncomfortable and distressed.
Yoongi's eyes find Jimin's staring right at him and slowly, they drop down to Jimin's mouth, pink, plump and curled in a pout. It's like he's frozen, his hands limp by his sides and heart beating erratically against his ribs, maybe even Jimin can hear it. His eyes follow each movement of Jimin's lip, each twitch of anticipation, parting of his lips when he gulps, and the swipe of his tongue across his lips.
For the first time in his life, a pair of lips don't make him want shrivel in disgust. It's the exact opposite, in fact. It's inviting, the effect almost magnetic.
"Hyung- hmphh"
Yoongi's surges forward, pressing his dry lips against Jimin's softer ones, parted in half, swallowing the words that the other was about to say. Jimin let out a squeak at first but relaxed soon, pliant under Yoongi's still lips. Puckering his lips and pressing it tentatively against Yoongi's, fingers coming to intertwine with his between them.
Inexperienced as it is, Yoongi can feel his entire body tingling with sensations foreign to him. Like a rush, making his head spin but he couldn't stop. Hyperaware of everything around him, Jimin's breath on his skin, their noses brushing against each other, the autumn breeze on his face, and the scent of strawberry mint hypnotic beyond reason, Jimin's fingers clutching onto his for dear life and knots twisting in his own stomach.
None of them moved, and Yoongi could feel his mind numbing, a tranquil silence taking over with each fleeting moment. It was like the world around him didn't exist anymore, just him and Jimin under the night sky aglow by city lights and glimmering stars.
He ever so slowly pulled away, eyes flickering open. And then sight of Jimin before him, cheeks blushing and eyes still closed was enough for him to place another soft kiss to his pouted lips.
When Jimin finally opened his eyes, finding Yoongi's gaze on him, he broke out into a nervous giggle, his adorable crooked tooth peeping out. The sound ringing in the deafening silence like bells chiming, so pure and perfect. And Yoongi couldn't help but watch the younger with fondness, his heart flipping his chest, lips curving in a smile involuntarily.
Maybe, he knew it all along, or maybe he didn't. What he did know was that the only person that could ever make him feel this way was Jimin. His Jimin.
Yoongi is like a ticking time bomb, minutes away from exploding. He is currently watching another drama that Taehyung had convinced Jimin to watch because it was apparently the best, most underrated crime-thriller drama of the decade. And well, Jimin had roped Yoongi into watching it with him. It's not like Yoongi's complaining, though, especially when the blonde haired boy is currently snuggled up against his side with a thin blanket wrapped around them.
Yoongi likes evenings like this ; belly full, and cooped up on the couch in the presence of his favourite boy, cuddling in peace in the comfort of their home.
Except this time, he feels anything but peaceful because he's lowkey highkey freaking out over a certain red velvet box sitting in the very pocket of his sweats. Luckily Jimin's sitting on the other side, so it's convenient that it's not digging into Jimin's waist.
It's not like he would've still noticed, because Jimin's eyes are trained on the screen, almost bulging out as the protagonist : a criminology student digs through the suspect files of a decade old cold case. And if Yoongi wasn't on the verge of passing out right now, he would've laughed at the look on his face.
There's a voice at the back of his head, nagging at him and making him almost dizzy. He knows he shouldn't be this nervous, knowing Jimin, he would most likely say yes, given that he's desperate to find a guy to marry (Mrs. Park has been calling twice a day to remind Jimin of the predicament). And even though it hurts his pride that Jimin is likely to settle for it because his choices are quite non-existent at the moment, Yoongi can't seem to mind it.
Because he knows if Jimin had a choice, Yoongi would never have a chance, he doesn't deserve him. Jimin who's pure, and kind. Jimin, who's a literal ball of sunshine, colouring Yoongi's winter mornings in a pretty summer, just by existing. Jimin, who cries while reading sappy romance novels, and pouts his way into getting coddled by Yoongi. Jimin, who's small chubby fingers fit with his own so well, like missing puzzle pieces.
Jimin, who's the love of Yoongi's life.
And he knows it's out his selfish nature but he can't watch Jimin marry someone else, the thought itself makes him feel hollow inside, like a part of him being ripped off his body. Most likely his heart.
It's almost unreal, he thinks, how fate has decided to lay the opportunity right into his arms but he's grateful, nonetheless. Maybe fate knew, even before Yoongi himself did- the moment five-year-old Jimin had laced their fingers together, Yoongi's heart was his for keeps.
Yoongi glances at the huge wall clock atop the television and a trail of sweat trickles down his temple. Exactly fifteen minutes before he gets down on one knee and pops the question.
It doesn't help how clammy his hands feel wrapped around the younger. He knows he's sweating more than usual too, maybe it's the thermostat, maybe it's his nerves going haywire.
But Jimin looks fully content in his arms, breathing slow and steady, occasionally nuzzling into his chest with a sigh.
And despite Yoongi being an anxious wreck right now, he can't help but feel happy, knowing that this feels right. So so right.
By the time the episode ends, Jimin is enraged over the fact that the episode ended on a cliff-hanger note. And Yoongi feels another wave of nausea wash over him. His heart is running miles per second and head feels dizzy.
Yoongi is about to do it.
"Jimin" Yoongi all but whispers. Jimin is full on ranting about the scenes, unaware of the older's shaking hands reaching for his.
"Hyung, it's so unfair, how am I going to sleep now?" Jimin jerks Yoongi's hands away, crying in outrage.
Oh my god. Yoongi can almost taste the bitter bile on his tongue. He shuts his eyes, heaving a sigh to gather all his courage and slips off the couch, getting down on one knee in front of Jimin.
"Can you believ- hyung what are you doing?" Jimin gasps, eyes widening.
Yoongi gulps down the knot in his throat. "Jiminie, baby" He reaches for Jimin's hands and almost sighs in relief when the younger takes his hand in a gentle grip. "I- You've been with me for the past two decades, being my rock through everything. You..you have always been my greatest motivation and inspiration, my muse. You've my best friend, when I had no friends, and even when I found the others.
"You, you've been a constant, holding my hand and leading us towards the future, our future. And it's all I've ever known in my life, and all I've ever wanted is...to be with you."
He sighs, trailing his eyes towards Jimin and smiling a little when Jimin grins encouragingly. He continues then.
"And I know that this isn't the ideal situation or what you want. The circumstances are rather....unfair. But if you give me a chance, I'd like to be your husband, showing you the same support you've shown me for all these years."
He fishes the velvet box out of his pocket, holding it open and presenting the ring. "Jimin, sunshine, will you marry me?"
Jimin bits his lip, staring at Yoongi with glistening eyes. "Do you mean it, hyung?"
Yoongi nods fervently. "Yes, always, baby"
Jimin's lower lip wobbles, a watery giggle escapes his mouth. He pulls on their connected hands and brings Yoongi in his embrace. "Yes yes yes, I'll marry you, hyung"
Yoongi laughs breathless, almost not believing his own luck. He lets Jimin cry on his shoulder, holding him close and breathes out a sigh of contentment.
Jimin slowly pulls away, nose a little red and eyes still pooling with tears. He giggles a little, extending his fingers and gesturing to the ring that's still in the box.
Yoongi grins, pulling the ring out of its confines and gently slides it on Jimin's fourth finger, kissing it after.
"I love you, hyungie" Jimin beams, placing a kiss on Yoongi's blushing cheek.
Yoongi knows that Jimin doesn't mean it in the way he wants him to but he'll take it. Hell, he'd do anything to call Jimin his and stay by his side.
"I love you more, sunshine" Yoongi cups Jimin's cheeks, cradling it softly. And he means it, perhaps in the way Jimin doesn't expect him to, but he does.
29th APRIL, 2021 ; WEDDING DAY.
Yoongi's had great trouble sleeping the past three weeks. Ever since he's acknowledged his own feelings for the younger, his brain has been in a constant whirlwind of conflicting emotions. There's always something bugging him, right now, it's the fact that Yoongi feels like a complete and, utter douche bag. A manipulative opportunist. Because he feels like he's taking advantage of Jimin's situation.
Yoongi remembers being absolutely relieved and overjoyed when Jimin had accepted him, and then when the couple had a made video call to Jimin's parents ("Omo, is that an engagement ring? Honey, get in here, our Jiminie and Yoongi-yah are engaged", "I'm so proud that our Jiminie has chosen such a capable groom for himself", "You know what, now that you're engaged, let's talk about kids-", "Oh my god- Eomaaaaa please"). And when they had called his own parents ("About time, son.", "Ah, thank god, I've only waited for about two decades, it's not a big deal.") and that was that.
Then, they had invited their friends over for dinner, the next day- Seokjin had smiled knowingly, clapping him in the back and pulling an overexcited Jimin into a hug. Then, Namjoon had promptly started sobbing (out of happiness, he'd said), koala-ed on Yoongi. Meanwhile, Hoseok, Jeongguk, Jimin and Taehyung were squealing like a bunch of kindergarteners.
And even though there was a voice at the back of his head telling him that it was wrong of him to manipulate Jimin into marrying him, he just pushed the thought deeper into the corners of his mind, because all that mattered was the way Jimin's eyes turned crescent when their eyes had briefly met amongst the chaos.
Now, though, he wonders how he got to this point as he gazes as his own reflection in the huge wall sized mirror. He should be happy, shouldn't he? It's his big day after all, the day he gets to marry his best friend in the world and start a new life with him. Technically, it wouldn't be all that new, given the fact that they've known each other all their lives and still share an apartment to this day. But it's the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one that solidifies their bond further.
Because after today, Jimin won't be just Park Jimin, Min Yoongi's best friend, he'd be Min Jimin, Min Yoongi's lawfully wedded husband.
And god, he wants it. He wants it so much.
But he doesn't want it this way. Because all he feels is guilt eating away at him.
He can hear Jimin's high pitched and squeaky laugh from the bathroom, where Taehyung and Jungkook are helping him get ready. On another day, it would've brought an involuntary smile on his face, but today, it only sends a pang of guilt in his chest. It's wrong, so so wrong. He needs to tell Jimin.
There's not much time left, he can already hear the faint music that's being played by the live orchestra, some English song that Yoongi doesn't know the lyrics of, muffled under the chatter of the chirpy guests. And that alone is enough to shoot bile up his throat.
He gulps, closing his eyes and collecting his thoughts that are running wild in his head. Would Jimin be mad? Would he cancel the wedding? Would he hate Yoongi when he tells him the truth?
"Yoonie?" Jimin's soft, pitchy voice interrupts his train of thoughts. Yoongi wants to cry because God, Jimin's voice is the best thing that he's ever heard. He flutters his eyes open, and there stands Jimin in all his glory- dressed in a matching white tux, hugging his curves in all the right places. His usually soft, fluffy blonde hair gelled neatly to the side, revealing his forehead. Jimin has make up on, really subtle but it manages to enhance the beauty that he already possesses. His plump lips, slicked with lip gloss, moving as he stares at them but his mind doesn't seem to register anything. Because, fuck, it's really happening. He's marrying Jimin, the love of his life, his partner in all things in life.
"-nie, can you hear me? Are you okay?" Jimin's brows are furrowed in concern, eyes soft.
Fuck. It's now or never, Yoongi thinks. He needs to man up and spill.
Yoongi gives out a jerky nod, licking his dry lips. "J- Jimin...I need to t- tell you something"
Jimin pouts, but he nods. "Okay? But you need to be quick, hyung"
"I..I like you, Jimin. Actually, scratch that, I love you, Jimin. And I don't know if you could ever feel that way about me"
Yoongi expects to be screamed at, to be slapped or worse, getting rejected. What he doesn't expect is for Jimin to break out into a fit of giggles. "Hyung, we're getting married in 5 minutes"
"W-What?" Yoongi splutters.
Before Jimin can even respond, Seokjin is screaming again. "It's time, guys- oh my god, Gguk stop eating and get in line."
Jimin smiles reassuringly, reaching for Yoongi's clammy fingers and threads them together. "Let's get married, hyung"
Yoongi wants to protest and finish his confession properly but the words die down at the top of his throat when the boys start walking out of the hotel room and Jimin follows them, dragging him along.
Wait, is Jimin planning to cancel the wedding front of all the guest?
Yoongi wants to cry but then the righteous part of him, scoffs at him, telling him that he deserves it for being such an imbecile. He did it to himself, didn't he? His eyes keep glued to the floor all through the way to venue, mentally preparing himself for the humiliation he's about to face, worse, losing Jimin forever.
When Jimin stops abruptly, Yoongi almost runs into him. Jimin gasps, making Yoongi snap his head towards whatever that's pulled such a reaction from his fiancé. It's the venue. And the sight is spectacular.
Despite it being a small affair- both the grooms had wanted a very homey and private wedding, wanting to be surrounded by only family and close friends. Something that's personal but extravagant nonetheless.
And Seokjin has done a commendable job on the decor. There's string lights hung across the entire rooftop, casting a warm glow over the themed white surroundings in the background of a magnificent horizon. The sky painted in a stunning pink, bleeding into a vibrant orange and slowly fading into a purple as the sun sets.
There's over a hundred candles lighting up the wedding aisle leading up to the front where Taehyung stands with a boxy-grin on his face, being the officiate for their wedding. Behind him, the panel is decorated with leafy vines and more string lights. It's simple, but Yoongi doesn't think he could've asked for more. It's perfect.
Such a shame, Seokjin spent so much time and effort on it because Yoongi's just about to become a laughing stock in front of their families and friends, and some family friends he doesn't recognise.
Yoongi can barely hear the violins playing in the background over his own loud thoughts, his mind slowly turning into mush.
It's a blur, one moment he's standing at the doorway and the next he's standing in the front of the aisle with Jimin facing him. Yoongi has a half a mind to notice Namjoon, standing next to him on the other side, and Hoseok after him.
Next to Jimin, there's Seokjin, and Jeongguk after him.
Taehyung is in the middle, addressing the crowd and yet, he can't seem to register anything.
"Jimin, you wanted to say something" He hears Taehyung say.
Jimin nods, lips in a tight line and panic seizes Yoongi.
His soon-to-be groom clears his throat. "Hyung" He breathes out, his grip tightening on Yoongi's hand.
"You're so silly, so adorably oblivious" Jimin chuckles.
There it is. He's going to be royally humiliated.
Yoongi heaves a shaky breath, head hanging low and eyes closed, bracing for the impact.
"It's almost painful how unobservant you've been of my feelings for the past I don't know how many years. Because Min Yoongi, I loved you every second of these past two decades, with everything I have."
Yoongi is about to bolt, he can't listen- wait what?
Yoongi must look absolutely lost because Jimin laughs heartily, cupping his face.
"You remember the first time we kissed? Do you know how many days I'd spent planning it? Playing multiple scenarios in my head of how it could go. I'd been so scared that night, but the moment you kissed me, I knew you were the only one I wanted to kiss for the rest of my life.
"I loved you when you shared your ice cream with me the first day we met, I loved you when you called me Min Jiminie and played house with me on your porch, I loved you when I fell sick in 3rd grade and you fought with my mom to stay by my side to take care of me. I loved you called me your best friend and stuck by my side. I loved you when you smiled at me and told me that you were proud of me for making it into the dance team. I loved you when you kissed me and I loved you when you moved away after graduation. I loved you when you'd video call me everyday just to tell me trivial things about your day and calm me down gently when i couldn't stop crying because I missed you. I loved you when you surprised me with our first apartment and let me pick the decor. And I loved you when you finally realised that you love me and asked me to be yours for the rest of your life.
"I've loved you for so long that I think it's almost natural now, knowing that the only person that could ever have my heart is you, even if you're the most oblivious person in the whole world.
"I've spent my entire life by your side, happily, and if you let me, I'd like to be here for the rest of my life. I want to be your husband, your support, your confidant and your best friend."
Yoongi doesn't realise he's crying- full-on ugly crying until Namjoon passes him a napkin. He's so overwhelmed, so pleasantly surprised that he thinks he's overflowing. To think he could ever be loved by Jimin.
But Jimin does, Jimin loves him as much as Yoongi loves him, maybe even more and the thought itself makes him want to bring his groom into his arms. He can feel the weight on his shoulders lifting.
Yoongi gulps. In front of him, Jimin grins wetly at him. "I love you, sunshine. I love you so fucking much" Yoongi sobs, pulling Jimin closer and crashing their lips together.
"Oh, yes, you can kiss your groom" Taehyung says rather awkwardly, making the entire crowd break out into laughter.
But Yoongi can't seem to pay attention to any of that, his fingers dig into Jimin's suit, the younger's lips soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his own. Jimin's breath tickling his nose and fingers intertwined. It's almost clichéd how their lips meld together in a delicate rhythm, drowning Yoongi further in the sea named Jimin.
And in the moment, Yoongi knows he's complete. He's had his other half all this time and yet, it is now that they finally piece together into one whole.
Jimin is the first one to pull away, giggling into his mouth, like the first time they'd kissed and Yoongi can't help the wave of euphoria that washes over him, lips stretching in a gummy smile.
"Min Yoongi, do you take Park Jimin to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Yoongi grins. "I do"
"Park Jimin, do you take Min Yoongi to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Jimin nods furiously, lips mirroring Yoongi's. "I do"
They're so lost in one another that they belatedly acknowledge Taehyung holding out their matching platinum bands. So, Yoongi slides Jimin's ring on his finger, and Jimin follows suit.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husband and husband! Yoongi hyung, kiss Jiminie again" Taehyung announces giddily.
And it's enough for Yoongi to pull Jimin back into his embrace, hands cradling Jimin's cheeks and closing the distance between them. Warmth blossoming in his chest, sparks igniting through his veins as Jimin wraps his arms around Yoongi's waist. Around them, he can hear their friends hollering and screaming in pure joy.
And Yoongi knows that it's the beginning of the long-awaited new chapter of their lives.