Butterfly

Wishes

~~Things with * will be explained at the end!!! An important thing to note with sign language is that it DOESN'T follow the same syntax as spoken language. Basically SL is very different from spoken language, but for the sake of the fic and making it easier to understand, let's just pretend it does okay? D:~~

Jimin woke up to something slapping his face repeatedly. He groaned loudly, and the slapping stopped, but was replaced with a wet lick. He peeked his eye open, "Mongshil, go away," he groaned, but the huge dog** simply wagged his tail again, this time against the bedside table rather than his face. Jimin rolled over and smiled at the sleeping boy next to him. Yoongi looked like an angel. The light from outside sliced its way into the room through the slit in the curtains, and traced his pale skin, making it glow. Jimin was greatful that he'd painted the walls white because it added to Yoongi's angelic look.

He leaned over and kissed Yoongi's bare shoulders, kissing his way up to his neck. The older stirred and scrunched his forehead, bringing up a finger to symbolise "just one more minute" before rolling over and going back to sleep. Jimin found it adorable, but he left the sleepy boy alone and instead got up and ready alone. Today was his day off from work, and he was greatful, because working at the dance studio was really beginning to tire him out. It was different compared to Yoongi's job, who was a self-employed photographer who sold his own photos to anyone who would buy them. A lot of people bought them actually, and he was becoming more and more recognised, and Jimin felt so proud of him.

A pile of letters gathered on the floor, and Jimin picked them up. All of them were addressed to him. To Min Jimin. He smiled to himself. Even after over a year of marriage, he still felt happy and giddy when he saw his new name. Of course, his smile faded when he opened them; bills, bills, and more bills. That's what happens when you buy your own house. He tossed them aside and slumped onto the sofa, staring at the photos on the wall. In one photo, him and Yoongi were stood at the alter of a church, dressed smartly in suits, and Yoongi was in the middle of putting a ring on his finger. In another, the two kissed, and Taehyung could be seen in the corner making a large heart shape with his arms. Jimin laughed at it. Of course Taehyung would manage to photobomb the main wedding photo.

Jimin remembered proposing to the older. Just before graduating level 5 in sign language, he found that there were still words and phrases that hadn't been taught, and "will you marry me" was one of them. He awkwardly turned to Seokjin for help. It resulted in a large talk with the oldest, about anything and everything to do with Yoongi. But in the end, Seokjin still taught him the sign.

He remembered bringing Yoongi back to Busan, to the same beach where they'd had their first date, and his hands getting sweaty and shakey as they walked down the coast at sunset. Yoongi noticed it and stopped walking. -What's wrong?- the blonde boy asked, looking worriedly into his eyes. Jimin responded with a gentle kiss, and then he took a very, very, very deep breath and got down on one knee, fumbling around awkwardly in his pocket for a second too long before pulling out a velvet box and holding it out to Yoongi. Then, he panicked because it was hard to do the sign while holding the box, so he placed the box on his knee instead, blushing furiously. -Will you marry me?- Without hesitation, Yoongi nodded, and his smile outshined the sun.

Something touched his thigh and he came back to reality, and Yoongi had sat next to him, looking curiously at him. -Why are you smiling?- the blonde asked. -Because I love you,- Jimin responded, leaning over to peck his husbands lips. Yoongi smiled, -let's stay inside today.- Jimin nodded in agreement, standing up and heading to the kitchen. He fed Mongshil and then prepared breakfast for them both, happily singing along to the radio. He didn't even notice Yoongi walk in, and danced around, using the butterknife as a microphone while he waited for the toast to cook. Yoongi giggled at the sight, and Jimin spun around and stopped. Even though Yoongi had told him countless times that he didn't need to stop singing, even that he liked watching him sing, Jimin couldn't help but feel his heart pull. -Don't stop,- the older signed, frowning. Jimin just flashed him a smile and turned around to pull out the toast.