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"and if i could understand my heart,
then would i understand what it speaks for you?"

.・✫・゜・。.

Lightning bellowed across the grey sky as if painting it with all its pain.

A wave of thunder rumbled not mere seconds passing, making Jimin shudder under his blanket, instantly bringing up his hands to cover his ears with an attempt to nullify the fearsome screeching of nature.

Unseasonal rain have chances of continuing the upcoming weeks, is what the weather forecast read yesterday. And Jimin has never despised anything more than this in his life.

A few hours ago he had plans of enjoying the Sunday evening while binge watching animes, munching on his favorite snacks and basically just sleeping off his weekend, being as lazy as he can be.

However, it was all good until the wind picked up violent speed, dark clouds took over the sun, and the sky changed its attire from a cheerful, sunny orange to all blue and grey.

Every single pillow of the house, every blanket huddled together, nestling his pillow fort; his safe place under the roaring downpour outside.

The room was rather dark as compared to the grey layout of nature, illuminated by the only dim lightning passing through the curtains. And Jimin wished, it would all end soon.

The evening was heading for the night, yet no sign of the lash down to ever stop.

With every flash of lighting, with every cracking thunder, at the edge of his puffy, red eyes a tear drop replaced another, hands clutching against his ears more tighter, while his lips quivered uttering incoherent sounds of fear, his body shivered under the load of blankets, trying to hide it in every other form.

Any other day like this, he would have been holding onto his mother for dear life, who would be caressing his back with all the 'it's okay, I'm here', with all childhood memories shared in order to distract his attention, and with everything that would make him feel safe, comfortable, and not alone.

But this day was different, and without his mother.

Now, he was afraid, he felt vulnerable, he felt lonely, he was alone.

He felt rather another form of loneliness, that he didn't feel even that day, raining same like this, when he got a last glimpse of his father before his eyes, before his crying mother, before he walked out of the door, abandoning them completely.

Their life wasn't really any different after his father left, but it caused him to become numb towards the idea of love. He barely believed that his parents were once mad in love. That one could actually be with someone till the end of the road. He, simply didn't believe any of this any more.

Then why, when the lighting striked once again, a split image of Yoongi flashed in his mind all of a sudden?

Jimin surprised himself, yet once again.

It wasn't the first time, he knew.

Not when the time when he received two movie tickets, he wished to share the other one with the elder. Not when the time they had an outing with his friends, everything he ate tasted bland except for the food packed by the other. And not when the time he caught himself missing the elder's presence, when he was on leave being sick under weather.

A fondness was already created, a fondness towards Min Yoongi. That he wasn't supposed to, that he didn't wanted to.

He wanted Yoongi to be there, he knew. He was in denial, he didn't knew.

So amidst the chaotic whether and his loud thoughts, when all of a sudden he was crushed into a tight hug, his body shivered with a chill running down his spine, but a relieve came crashing by accompanying, because who could ever in the world would hold him like this, other than the Min Yoongi?

"I'm sorry, Jimin-ah, I'm late..."

It was his hoarse voice under the whether. It was his faint scent against his body. It was his warmth, that surrounded him; all of his demeanor. And since when did Min Yoongi had a such an effect on Park Jimin? The latter wondered.

Was it worst? Now that Jimin's thoughts replaced his pouring demons of a rainy day, to all that of Min Yoongi clouding his mind.

Jimin didn't have time to question his thoughts again, because next moment known was 'the' Min Yoongi was sitting right across him, looking at him, and face, oh so dangerously close.

And, Jimin noticed. Under the faint lightning that lit up the room, he noticed everything that he wanted to ignore.

He noticed his wet locks dripping water, his flaring nostrils, his sharp and constant in taking of breathe, only meaning he ran all the way from his workplace to him.

And the thought of it did something to Jimin. He couldn't quite touch.

He noticed was his face showing a pained expression.

It was his eyes, that held a guiltiness that he didn't wanted to measure.

It was how softly did he wiped away his tears, that the younger wasn't even aware of falling.

It was how gently the elder caressed his cheeks, pulling him closer, whispering sweet nothings, ruffling his locks.

Jimin was in a daze. He felt comfort, he felt at home, that he would never want to mention.

Yet, the contrast of the Yoongi he had always viewed as nosy, dominating and despising to the Yoongi now in whose arms he felt an utter giddy feeling, Jimin was confused. Is this what it feels like, being protected by the person you like?

But the question is,

Do Jimin even like Yoongi?

🌻

Jimin squinted his eyes open to the melody of light drizzle against the window. It was around half past three am to be precise.

The room was pitch black, illuminated slightly only by the dim light coming through one open window, that was left ajar, pushed open by the chilly wind, also allowing droplets of rain along with it, making Jimin shiver.

Still sleepy, amidst the darkness with a yawn before he tried to wake up, to nullify the source of his coldness is when he realized the sprawling weight heaving on his legs and a tight grip around his waist.

A hit of warm breathe on the back of his neck, he turned around, with much care and gentler, only to witness a peacefully, sleeping face of Yoongi adorned while a side of cheek squished against the fluffy pillow.

A gentle trace on his face, as if his hand had a life on its own were a mere distance apart from feeling his skin under his touch, but then only Jimin coming to his senses, almost immediately taking back his hand, heart hammering nervous, oh what was he about to do just now?

But another glimpse on the male beside him, the night felt long, Jimin wondered helpless, whispering under his breath, eyes lost in thoughts.

"I hate you, I'm sure. But why is it that your mere presence only bothers my heart so much?"

🌙✨

It's been so long,
but I'm glad, you're here.