I'll be there! | Jin one shots

Yoonjin - Heart on the Window

Yoongi woke to the sound of loud thuds echoing from outside, the noise sharp enough to aggravate the dull pounding in his head. With a groan, he dragged a pillow over his ears, hoping to drown out the commotion. But when the crashing noise repeated, followed by a muffled yell, he muttered irritably, "What the hell..."

Reluctantly, he threw off his blanket and shuffled toward the window, his hair a mess, and his eyes barely open. Squinting against the brightness, he peered outside.

A moving truck stood parked by the gate of the house next door, furniture and boxes being carried in with little coordination. The memory hit him-he had overheard the landlord mention new neighbors moving in today.

Yoongi sighed, leaning against the window frame. "Great. Just my luck." He massaged his temples, already regretting the beer he'd downed with his friends last night. His precious Sunday, ruined by noise.

His eyes drifted toward the window of the house opposite his. It was wide open, giving him a clear view of the room inside. He figured he might be able to signal someone to keep it down. But there was no one in sight.

Just as he was about to give up and crawl back into bed, someone entered the room, carrying a stack of boxes that blocked their face. The person muttered loudly, their voice full of animated frustration.

"Why are these boxes so damn heavy?! And where is the stupid label for the bedroom stuff? Ugh!"

The boxes hit the floor with a loud thud. The person straightened, stretching their arms over their head as if they'd just conquered Mount Everest.

Yoongi's brow furrowed at first, but then the figure turned-and he froze.

The man was beautiful, painfully so. His face was radiant, with high cheekbones, soft pink lips, and eyes that sparkled even in the morning light.

Before Yoongi could look away, the stranger's gaze met his. The man blinked, then smiled-a bright, genuine smile that lit up his entire face.

"Hi!" the man called, waving enthusiastically.

Yoongi's brain short-circuited. He knew he looked disheveled, his bed hair sticking out in all directions, but the man didn't seem to care.

"I'm Kim Seokjin!" the man said, voice cheerful. "Your new neighbor. I just moved here from Busan because I got a job at ATK-software engineering, if you're curious. I was the topper of my college. Oh, wait, I'm rambling, aren't I? Sorry about that!" He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "What's your name?"

Yoongi realized he'd been smiling without noticing. He swallowed, his heart doing a strange flip. "Min Yoongi," he replied, his voice quieter than he intended. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too!" Seokjin said, beaming. "I hope we didn't wake you up with all the noise. Moving is chaotic, huh?"

Yoongi wanted to say, Yes, you woke me up. But instead, he found himself shaking his head. "It's fine," he mumbled, eyes still fixed on Seokjin's smile.

---

Days passed, and what began as casual greetings at their windows grew into longer, meaningful conversations. Yoongi found himself looking forward to the moments when Seokjin would pop up at the window, waving cheerfully.

Despite his usual introverted nature, Yoongi didn't mind Seokjin's chatter. In fact, he found it soothing. Seokjin's energy, which should've been overwhelming, instead wrapped around him like a warm blanket.

One evening, Yoongi sat at his desk, a blank music sheet in front of him. His focus wavered, his thoughts drifting to Seokjin. He glanced at the window and smiled softly. Seokjin was there, sipping tea and humming to himself. The sight tugged at something deep within Yoongi.

"I need to tell him," Yoongi whispered.

He spent the night drafting and discarding plans to confess. Text? Too impersonal. Face-to-face? Too nerve-wracking. Finally, an idea struck him-a quiet yet meaningful gesture.

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Early the next morning, Yoongi stood by his window, clutching a marker. His heart pounded as he carefully wrote on the glass:

I love you, Seokjin. Will you be my boyfriend?

He drew a heart beside the words, his hand trembling slightly. Stepping back, he exhaled shakily, adrenaline coursing through him.

As the sun began to rise, Yoongi positioned himself near the window, waiting. His heart raced when he saw Seokjin's silhouette moving around.

The curtains opened, and Seokjin blinked at the message on Yoongi's window. His wide eyes flicked between the words and Yoongi. For a moment, the world stood still.

Then, to Yoongi's dismay, Seokjin disappeared from view.

Panic clawed at Yoongi's chest. He doesn't feel the same, Yoongi thought, his stomach sinking. His hand gripped the window frame as he fought to keep his emotions in check.

But before he could retreat, Seokjin reappeared. This time, he held a marker. Slowly, deliberately, Seokjin drew a heart on his own window.

Yoongi's breath hitched. Their eyes met, and Seokjin nodded, his cheeks flushed.

Without thinking, Yoongi bolted out of his room, taking the stairs two at a time. He barely remembered to grab his keys before rushing out the door.

When Seokjin's door opened, he stood there, wide-eyed and confused.

"Yoongi?"

Yoongi didn't hesitate. He closed the distance between them, pulling Seokjin into a tight hug.

"I love you," Yoongi murmured, his voice unsteady. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. You make everything brighter, Seokjin."

Seokjin melted into the embrace, his arms wrapping around Yoongi's waist. "I love you, too," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I was scared you wouldn't feel the same."

Yoongi pulled back just enough to look into Seokjin's eyes. The sincerity there made his heart ache in the best way. Slowly, he leaned in, capturing Seokjin's lips in a kiss.

It was soft and tentative at first, a gentle exploration of emotions too big to put into words. But as Seokjin kissed him back, the connection deepened, filling the spaces where words fell short.

When they finally pulled apart, Seokjin's cheeks were flushed, and his smile was shy but radiant.

"I guess the windows weren't enough, huh?" he teased.

Yoongi chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from Seokjin's face. "Not even close."

And from that day on, the windows remained a symbol of their beginning-a quiet testament to the love that blossomed between them.