tattoo couple | yoonmin

- the end (perhaps) -

yoongi had a dream similar to right now but instead of loud honking cars it was birds singing melodies in the background of trees.
they sleep peacefully with their heads locked together like a lock and key. legs like rose vines twisted and entangled, impossible to separate even with scissors.

the breeze flows past by the bay window and a bird flies past with peaceful elegance. gloomy sits on the foot of the bed, watching. she stretches  her body from ears to tail and leaps off the bed and onto the bay window. her paws hit up against the glass scratching at the butterflies that flutter past charmingly; almost as if they were only there to please gloomy.

yoongi wakes from the scratching, his eyes opening to watch her play. the sun rays shine through like an idyllic painting from the 1700's, stuck in time of joy a little cats paws desperately clawing at the glass only to slip down each time.

yoongi laughs every-time she slips, rolling over and almost off the windowsill.

"what's funny?" jimin stirs from next to him, right hands around yoongis stomach loosening ever so softly. his head peers up over yoongis shoulder to watch the kitten play. he smiles like golden rays, bright and angelic.

although this was a dream he's had before it felt oddly similar to his reality.

"she's trying to catch the cars down below but she can't," yoongi tells, watching her small face glance backwards with a plead of help.

"does she do this often?" jimin asks but he doesn't take his eyes off of her, watching her like she's his own child. a precious smile like yoongis never seen.

yoongi giggles, turning now to see jimin, "almost every morning, it's a joy to see," he smiles, listening for the paws to hit the glass once again.

"you've had quite the adventure while i've been gone," jimin says, fingers poking yoongis tummy. he giggles at the feeling before trying to fight jimin off.

"and you! have one today jiminnie!!" yoongi squeals. his hands wrap around jimins arms tightly, shaking him excitedly.

jimins first visit back to the tattoo parlour feels like the first day of school, anxious jitters up and down his arms as swarms of butterflies make a home in his tummy. he holds onto yoongis hand tightly and shakes his head, "i don't know if i can do this," he says quickly, anxiously. scared that if he didn't speak up now he would never speak again. the car doors hold an ounce of protection from the bubbling fear that takes his whole insides over.

"okay, well. that's okay, is it too overwhelming?" yoongi asks. his fingers trace the knuckles on jimins hand over and over again like a soothing melody to the skin. he removes his other hand from the car door and he sits facing jimin.

"yeah... kinda," he admits, feeling scared. he's never been in such a vulnerable position at this place, he's never been so afraid of what's behind that glass door. he can see all but he can't feel all.
before he left home, he'd bottle up what he was feeling, shake away his shaky hands, open the car door and walk straight in. he would greet everyone and get to work as fast as possible, he would spare no second thought to what he's feeling and work until his hands run dry. but now, he's learned to open up, never hold anything inwards until it's taken over and your problems power your life on auto control.

"well, how about we go to seokjins cafe? hmm, visit the cats, sit in a quiet area and talk... or even just sit in silence," yoongi suggests. jimin nods weakly.

"okay, is that what you want to do or do you have anything else in mind?" yoongi asks, input is important.

"um, home," jimin chuckles weakly, eyes glued to yoongis yellow shoes. "but doing that is going backwards and i need to try, at least," he says before yoongi can talk instead.