Perfect || Yoonmin

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Yoongi's POV:

It had been a year since I started to feel alone, not cared about, and not important. My mother passed away the day those feelings crept up on me. I tried to keep my depression a secret from my seven best friends, whom we all formed a group called BTS. I loved them all, as friends, but there was one that I envied, Park Jimin. He got all the attention, and was clearly loved by all of our fans worldwide. It pained me to see him so happy every single day. It was after one of our dance practices, when our leader, Namjoon, walked up to me. I was sitting on the ground, my knees pulled up to my chest, and I was glaring at the other members.
"What's wrong, Yoongi? You don't look well." He stated.
I looked up at him, giving him a cold stare, "I-I'm fine." I stuttered.
"I've lived with you for a few years, and I've never seen you like this before. Look, I know something is wrong. You can tell me, I won't tell the others." He grinned.
"Fine.." I said as he sat down near me, "to be honest, it's all Jimin's fault."
"How?" He asked.
"That's what I don't know! I hate how he's so happy. I've been having weird feelings about him lately and I don't know what's going on.." I rested my head into my own hands.
I could hear a faint chuckle slip out of Namjoon's mouth, "Look.. Just lighten up. I think that you like Jimin." Those words echoed through my head as my head shot up.
"NO!" I shouted, and instantly regretted it. I could feel my face burning as the other members turned to look at me, especially Jimin. I stood up immediately and ran out of the practice room.
It was pouring outside. I found myself sitting at an abandoned train station outside of the bighit entertainment building for hours.
I was soaking, and surprisingly, no members came over to me. I sighed, taking out the small blade from my pocket. I sliced the skin on my left wrist, it stung. But, suddenly, a hand knocked the sharp blade out of my hand. I shivered as a pair of muscular arms wrapped around my waist.
"W-w-who.." I got cut off, but a familiar voice,
"Please stop Yoongi.. Look, you are very important, and even if you don't think you are, just know that..." There was a pause, and I recognized that voice, Jimin's...
I struggled to get free from his tight embrace as tears streamed down my face, "if you really cared..." I stopped for a moment, then raised my voice, "you would've come sooner!"
I was about to shout more, but he ran up to me and covered my mouth with his hand,
"Yoongi, I... I love you.. I heard you crying the last week in your room. I.. I wish I could've helped. But I knew that you'd probably try to get away from me." I noticed tears forming in his eyes and I heard the honesty in his voice.
I know now... Jimin is the one I've wanted, the one I wanted to show my love to.. And be with forever.
I wrapped my arms around him as he took his hand off my mouth and leaned forward. I pressed my lips softly against his. His lips we soft, yet plump, a strong combination.
As we both pulled away slowly, a he looked into my eyes and grinned,
"Will you be my boyfriend?" He asked and I felt tears falling from my eyes.
I nodded my head yes as he wrapped my wrist in a small bandage that he had lying in his jacket.
"C'mon Yoongi, let's go to the dorm then, you're freezing."
We held hands, our finger intertwined as we walked silently to our home.

~ 1 hour later ~
Jimin's POV:
We came back to the dorm, Namjoon waiting outside,
"Did you get him to come back?" He grinned at me while shaking his eyebrows.
I just nodded, I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't think he'd support us being together, although he was dating another member of our group, Jin. Tae and Hoseok were dating too. I guess Jungkook was the only straight one out of all of us.
I chuckled, and looked up, giving him a huge smile, "Yep, it worked!"
"Congratulations then!" He gave me a thumbs up and then ran inside to tell everyone. I felt someone walking up behind me,
"I don't understand.." He looked at me straight in the eyes, instead of being all cold and hopeless I spotted a sign of happiness on him. "Were you faking it?" but, after those few words his expression turned to complete sadness. I put both of my hands on his shoulders and shook him gently,
"Of course not! Why would I do that? I—" I pressed our lips together and we stayed like that for a while. I closed my eyes slowly, while pulling away, and wrapped my arms around him.
"See? How could I possibly be lying? I love you, Yoongi Hyung." I confessed.
"I love you too." He replied, his face flushed red.

~That night~
Narrator's POV:

The two lovers were now sharing the same room, since the rest of the members found out about their relationship. There were small lights hanging in the room.
Yoongi, gazed into the younger's eyes, "at first, I thought you loved Jungkook.. The way you hugged him and filmed him all the time.." Jimin's eyes shortened as he tiredly squinted.
"I never imagined that you loved me.." He continued.
"Hyung.. The reason is.." Jimin paused before opening his mouth to speak again, "Jungkook is the one I trust, he's like a best friend. No I don't love him, and I'm sure by the way he acts around me that he's not interested in me either."
Jimin cupped Yoongi's cheeks, and smiled, "I only love you, I developed my feeling a long time ago, I just never knew what it was." he explained, as he pressed his lips against the older's. Their lips moved at the same speed. That night, the two kissed until they fell asleep, they didn't do anything else though. As they were asleep, both of their arms wrapped around each other, a huge storm roared in the distance.

The end..