Getting to know Min Yoongi - a yoonmin ff

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Yoongi had never been the type to verbalize his feelings or emotional state.

He had never been one to express himself through words - outside of work.

Yet, here he was, sitting on his couch while trying to figure out how to do this... how to... come out.

Ugh, this shit just ain't good enough, he thought, throwing his notebook at the wall. 

He'd already talked to Namjoon about coming out last week and told him about officially dating Jimin from now on, and he never would've expected the younger rapper to squeal and almost cry. Yoongi thought he was only being dramatic, but when he also came out to Gguk and Tae, they actually really seriously started full on sobbing.

"FINALLY!!! THANK FUCK you finally decided to fucking LIVE!"

"Congratulations hyung!! I knew Jimin wasn't just a 'friend'! Right, Gguki? I called it!"

"You did, babe. You did."

"AAAAH I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU HYUUUNG!!!!"

Yoongi still didn't get their overjoyed bubbliness, but he wasn't one to kill the mood when they looked this excited. The older didn't get why they were this excited about it, but he was thankful that they weren't disgusted by him or anything. Would've been hypocritical anyways, but you never know...

"Baby?"

Yoongi flinched. 

Shit.
Right.
Yeah. 

Jimin still had been sleeping up until now.

He looked up at his small bean who had just woken up. He was so freaking cute. Hair stuck up in all directions, lips drawn into an adorable pout. 

It was sunday and they had originally agreed on enjoying to sleep in and just laze around Yoongi's place for their day off. Yet, here Yoongi was, obviously working at 6.30 in the morning.

Jimin's pout only grew when he realized the obvious stress his boyfriend was under, so he made his way towards the couch, placing both of his legs on either side of Yoongi. 

Yoongi instinctively circled his arms around the younger's torso, securing him onto his lap. 

"What's wrong?"

Yoongi took a deep breath.

"It's just--- I-- Jimin, I don't know how to--- ugh, I hate this! Why can't we just walk into BigHit hand in hand when there's a larger croud that'll take pictures and gossip about us holding hands, and then I'll just like, kiss kiss you in front of everyone and that's it? That's our coming out, that's all they're gonna get. Why can't we just do it like that?"

He nuzzled his nose into Jimin's muscular chest, feeling the younger chuckle lightly. 

"Because Big Hit only agreed on doing this - supporting us - when we did it their way. C'mon, I know you're able to write and produce this song. I'll help you in every way I can, alright?"

"Tch, as if you'd sing with me..."

It was just an idea Yoongi had had earlier, but he didn't even know if the younger could sing.

"Wh-What?"

Jimin looked horrified when Yoongi raised his head to look at him.

"It was just a little something I thought of, but then I remembered that I've never even heard you sing, so... I mean... It would actually be perfect, to be honest, but I don't know... "

Jimin gulped, body tense, but continued to listen to his boyfriend.

"Imagine the both of us going on stage, me rapping and you dancing and then you'd join me on the chorus, like... we'd be layering our voices. I bet you don't even sound bad, I mean, how could you? You have the most sexy and alluring voice, Jiminie." 

Yoongi squeezed his waist reassuringly, making Jimin close his eyes.

"I... I never really sang in front of anyone, Yoongi. I don't even like my singing voice..."

The younger's insecurity made Yoongi's heart crack. He couldn't be that bad, could he?

"Well.. why don't you let me be the judge of that, hm?"

Jimin looked up into the older's eyes, biting his lower lip nervously.

"You really expect me to sing in front of Agust fucking D?"

The corners of Yoongi's mouth twitched slightly. 

"No, baby, I'm asking you to sing in front of me, Min Yoongi, your boyfriend."

 

Jimin broke eye contact by letting his eyelids fall shut when Yoongi's hand gently started caressing the younger's cheek. The dancer didn't know what to do. 

"But you don't have to if you really don't want to, okay, baby?"

The beautiful male seemed nervous, fiddling with the hem of Yoongi's shirt and biting his lower lip repeatedly. 

"It's just... m-my voice sounds like... like..."

Yoongi placed a tender kiss on the younger's forehead.

"Like..?"

Jimin took a deep breath.

"L-Like a girl. I sound like fucking girl when I sing."

Yoongi blinked twice.

"I don't mind, petal. Please just show me, and I'll tell you if what I've been working on will work or not, okay?"

Jimin released an audibly breath, shut his eyes and let silence fall over their conversation. 

And just as Yoongi wanted to open his mouth to say that he really didn't have to, he froze.

Jimin had started singing. 

And he had the most tender, smooth and georgeous voice the producer had ever heard.