LACUNA | YOONMIN (Under Editing)

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*Dream, I will be there for your creation,
until the end of your life. Dream, wherever you might be it will be lenient.
Dream, you will fully bloom after all the hardships. Dream, your beginnings will seem humble,so prosperous will your future be.*
-AgustD

"Tell him you reached out to me because you couldn't find your own way through this. Just say that-nothing more."

On the phone, Yoongi's mother kept her tone gentle and short. She didn't dive into any lecture, nor did she offer her opinions on their relationship. Instead, she added,

"And you should take a vacation together."

Of course, Yoongi had no intention of telling Jimin that the idea for a vacation came from his mother. But as he was about to hang up, he couldn't help but ask,

"Why do you want him to know I called you?"

"You'll understand when you tell him," she replied, leaving him with a hint of mystery he couldn't decipher.

After the call ended, Yoongi stood in the middle of the vast living room, gazing around at the empty space.

For a moment, he felt unusually small, like he was the only one adrift in a wide, silent sea. He realized how cold and empty everything felt without someone else there to share it with.

The silence echoed around him, and an unexpected shiver ran through him. He was alone there, and somehow, it all felt too big.

Without thinking further, he moved swiftly toward the stairs, his steps growing faster until he was at the bedroom door. Slipping under the covers beside Jimin, he let out a quiet sigh as he sank into the warmth.

Next to Jimin, everything felt right; it was as if he'd finally found his place, a haven that felt like home. The warmth of Jimin's body, his steady breathing, the familiar scent that wrapped around him-all of it settled something deep within Yoongi. He thought about how perfectly he fit here, beside him, sharing the same space and the same blanket.

He wrapped his arms around Jimin, drawing him close, holding him as if he were a cherished part of himself. The weight and warmth of Jimin against him, the steady rhythm of his breaths, it all felt like a comfort Yoongi didn't know he'd needed.

If he could, he would hold Jimin like this forever, pinning him to his side like something precious and irreplaceable, with that thought,he fall asleep.

As Jimin's eyes fluttered open, they were hazy and unfocused, and he looked around as if trying to remember where he was. His brow furrowed slightly, his expression sleepy and dazed. As he shifted, though, he felt the warmth beneath him, Yoongi's body supporting his, and he caught that unmistakable scent that seemed to linger in his mind, always pulling him back. A small smile softened his face as he became aware of the familiar presence, the weight of Yoongi beneath him.

Suddenly, he pushed himself up too quickly, and a sharp pain spiked through his head, making him wince. He pressed a hand to his temple, momentarily losing his bearings, as he looked down at Yoongi's face, softened in sleep.

Yoongi's lashes, delicate and light as butterfly wings, cast faint shadows beneath his eyes, and the soft morning light spilling into the room painted his skin in a gentle glow, making him look serene, almost otherworldly.

Without thinking, Jimin leaned in close, pressing his nose against the space between Yoongi's nose and the corner of his eye. He stayed like that, his lips barely an inch away, taking in the rhythm of Yoongi's breathing, grounding himself in that steady sound. Gently, he brushed his lips against the very edges of Yoongi's lashes, where they touched his skin.