I'll be there! | Jin one shots

Yoonjin - Late Night Comfort

Seokjin walked quietly into the dimly lit room, pausing when he spotted Yoongi by the window, his profile bathed in soft moonlight. Yoongi's fingers moved gently across the guitar strings, strumming a slow, almost meditative tune. Seokjin's heart swelled at the sight, a familiar warmth filling him as he observed Yoongi lost in his thoughts, music spilling from his fingertips.

Without a word, Seokjin crossed the room, carrying a steaming cup of tea he'd made with extra honey, just the way Yoongi liked it. As he set the mug down beside him, Yoongi looked up, a small, tired smile forming as their eyes met.

"Couldn't sleep again?" Seokjin's voice was a soft murmur, filled with gentle understanding.

Yoongi sighed and nodded, setting the guitar aside. "Just... thinking too much, I guess." The honesty of his tone made Seokjin's heart ache a little. Yoongi had always been guarded, rarely revealing the inner storms he carried. But Seokjin knew him well enough to recognize the tension in his gaze, the flicker of doubt hidden beneath his usual calm demeanor.

Seokjin settled down beside him, close enough for their shoulders to brush, and after a moment, Yoongi leaned his head onto Seokjin's shoulder. They sat in comfortable silence, the world outside quiet and still, with only the faint sounds of the city humming in the distance.

"Tell me what's on your mind," Seokjin whispered, his hand reaching up to gently comb through Yoongi's dark hair. "I'm here."

Yoongi closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as if trying to gather his thoughts. His fingers stilled on the guitar. "Sometimes..." he began, his voice barely audible, "sometimes I wonder if I'm enough... if I deserve all this happiness with you."

Seokjin's chest tightened, and he wrapped an arm around Yoongi, drawing him even closer. "Oh, Yoonie," he murmured, his tone tender. "You don't have to question that. You deserve every ounce of love in the world, every bit of happiness. And if you can't see it, I'll keep reminding you."

Yoongi hesitated before responding, his voice a soft whisper, "It's hard sometimes. I feel like... like I don't know how to accept it fully. I keep wondering if there's something I should be doing to deserve it, to keep it."

Seokjin's fingers continued their soothing path through Yoongi's hair as he listened. "Love isn't something you have to earn, Yoonie. It's a gift. And you give it so freely to everyone around you-even if you don't realize it."

A faint smile played at Yoongi's lips. "You make it sound so simple."

"Maybe it is," Seokjin replied with a small chuckle, resting his chin atop Yoongi's head. "Maybe we complicate it when we start thinking too much. You give me so much happiness just by being here, being you. Don't you feel like that too?"

Yoongi opened his eyes, looking out at the quiet city, his expression softening. "When you put it that way... yeah. I do. You've always been that light for me, like this constant, steady warmth. It's almost... overwhelming sometimes."

Seokjin squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "Then let it be overwhelming. Let yourself feel it. And if it ever feels too much, I'll be here to hold you through it."

Yoongi's voice turned softer, almost vulnerable. "Thank you, Jinnie. I'm not used to leaning on people like this... but with you, it feels different. Safe."

"It is safe," Seokjin whispered, his voice filled with quiet conviction. "I'm not going anywhere, Yoonie. We'll have nights like this, and mornings, and everything in between, however you need."

Yoongi's grip tightened around Seokjin, his hold filled with silent gratitude. "I don't say it enough... but I love you, Jinnie. You make it easy to believe in happiness."

Seokjin's heart soared at the words, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Yoongi's temple. "I love you too, Yoonie. And I'm grateful you trust me enough to share this with me."

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside fading away as they found solace in each other's presence. The soft strumming of Yoongi's guitar filled the room again as he absentmindedly began to play, the gentle melody underscoring their quiet, shared peace. It felt like the only place they needed to be-a perfect, precious moment suspended in time.