"friends" - a yoonmin ff ENG

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This day just keeps getting better.

Mr. Jeon is not only satisfied with how the track turned out, no. He actually wants to submit it to a well-known entertainment company if everyone agrees - I mean, come on! Who wouldn't?!

I bow to Mr. Jeon one last time before turning around to search for my little angel. Yep, there he is, still sitting by the mirrors, pretty much encircled by everyone. Kook and Tae sit right next to him and suddenly they burst out laughing, Jimin included. 

Damn. Jimin really is something else. He has the most beatiful eye-smile, I swear... The way his eyes disappear and turn into crescent moons... he's just... special I guess?

A small smile graces my lips, but as soon as Tae spots me, it disappears. His laugh drops and he seems too serious now. My heart starts beating a little faster when he gets up and starts heading towards me. Suddenly everybody falls silent and I can feel their gazes on me. 

"So... You and Jimin-hyung? Are you guys like... a thing now? Do you really mean it?"

Dude...

I know he's kinda protective when it comes to Jimin, but isn't this whole bodyguard show-off a little too much? They know me... why would I be kidding about something like that? 

Great. What am I supposed to say to him now? I mean... Jimin and I haven't even talked about it, yet! Aish... Alright, if I can't answer him correctly, the whole dance team will probably be after me, so...

"Ask Jimin."

Silence. Tae eyes me sceptically, but of course: doesn't ask him. He wouldn't go that far 'cause he knows how the little bean would react. He would prabably just burry himself in embarrassment and pout all day long. Aish, only the thought of him pouting makes me feel things. 

I shake my head a little, trying to get rid of this feeling while bending down to Jimin's level. 

"Jiminie. I'm gonna head home now, do you wanna come with?"

He shyly raises his eyes, but nods. A soft smile graces my lips as he extends his cute little hands for me to take. I pick him up piggyback-style again, and say my goodbye to the rest of the group. Hobi smiles at me mischeviously, but lets me live before Taehyung holds me back by my arm a little too harshly.

"Yoongz, I like you, but if you ever dare to hurt him..."
"Tae!"
"No, Jimin! He's gotta take care of you and I gotta make sure he does!"

I nod in tiny, looking into his eyes, perfectly aware that this won't do. 

"Tae, we're gonna talk later, alright?"

He's not satisfied at all, I know, but he lets go of me anyways. We walk home at a rather fast pace, not exchanging a single word, but that's ok. I bet Jimin has a lot to think about and me too, to be honest. Like... what the hell am I gonna say to him? How do you ask someone to be your boyfriend?

Once we arrive at my flat, I put him down on my couch as gently as I can. 

He's staring at me.
And I stare back. 

Absolute silence fills the room for a second as the intensity is back. 

"Hyung... what did you mean by 'ask Jimin'? Why was he supposed to ask me about it?"

I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. My knees automatically find their way down to the ground as I position myself between his legs, making him shy all over again. My thumbs run soothing circles over the fabric on his hips and I hope he just feels comfortable with me touching him like that. 

"Is this ok?"

He fiddles with his fingernails but nods quietly, not daring to look me in the eye. 

"I said that 'cause I knew he wouldn't do it. He wouldn't put you on the spot like that. And I wanted to talk about... well... that... with you first."

He nods again, meeting my eyes this time. 

"So..."

He slowly places his hands on the nape of my neck, stroking my hair and making a shiver run down my back. 

"...what are we, hyung?"

His whisper reaches my ears and goosebumps spread all over my body. I pull him a little closer so his crotch hits my belly. He looks nervous now, gripping my collar a little. 

"Hyung..."
"Jimin, does it look like I wanna be just friends?"

He exhales a shaky breath and I continue talking.

"I never wanted to be friends with you, Jiminie. I always thought friendships are mostly annoying and I didn't need any of the drama anymore. But with you... I need mo--- I want more than that. You are worth so much more, petal."

He continues to stare at me, but his hands wander up to my chubby cheeks. He caresses them gently and my hearth almost beats out of my chest. I swear, the things he does to me...

"More...?"

I only nod. His lips and his sparkling eyes take up all of my attention. He's so perfect - in every single fucking way. 

...and I'm not. 

I'm not.

"Jimin..."

I take a deep breath in search for the right words to say.

"I'm... I'm not like you... I'm not beautiful nor nice and I can't provide you with anything."
"Hyung, come on, you don---"
"I'm not done talking."

I grab his hips a little harsher, but release him the second I realize what I just did. He presses his lips together, forming a thin line, but that's all it takes to take all my attention away. 

"Jimin-ah, I'm not good with words, but... I... well... I get jealous very easily. I don't share. I'm freaking stubborn and I'm short-tempered as hell. But I swear I'd never do anything to hurt you on purpose. I'd never hurt you, petal. I.... aish... how do I put this?"

Breathe, Yoongi, breathe. Jimin's torso indicates that he, too, is breathing pretty heavily. 

"Um... okay, let's put it this way: No matter how often I moved, I never felt as much like home as I do with you. You feel like home, Jimin. You make me happy, you make me content. Fuck, that sounds cheesy... but... um... I wanna see you happy, too, you know? I wanna be the reason you're happy. The reason for you to feel safe. Can... Can I try to make you as happy as you make me? Please let me be your home as well, Jimin-ah."

I know he said he likes me, too, but that doesn't mean he's ready to commit to something this serious. Fuck, I'm nervous. Like, really nervous. My hands are starting to sweat and I don't dare look into his eyes. 

And just like that, the whole world stops in its tracks when he pulls me in and presses his lips onto mine. 

I swear I can't even begin to describe the intensity of this kiss. The only thing that matters right now are his nods. He repeatedly nods as if saying 'yes, please be my home'. 

Our lips move in perfect sync. My arms wrap around his beautiful body while deepening the kiss further but on the inside I can only thank this wonderful human being in my arms. 

I'm thankful for letting me in. I'm thankful for letting me be his home.