The 100-Day love challenge | yoonmin

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Jimin knows when Seokjin has listened to the interview because he randomly shows up to just hang around and bother Jimin.

So, on day eighty-six, Jimin looks towards the doorway while he's cleaning his room and finds Seokjin leaning against the frame, smiling at Jimin.

"Yes?" Jimin greets awkwardly. Can I help you?

"What?" Seokjin asks, feigning confusion. "Who, me?" He splays a hand across his chest dramatically. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I was just...standing here." He smiles at Jimin like he knows some secret.

What's terrifying is that Jimin's pretty sure that if there is a secret, Seokjin is definitely the one who knows it. And there's almost no chance he's telling.

"Did you like the others' interview?" Seokjin asks.

The other four have probably done three separate interviews together since they left, but they both know exactly which interview Seokjin's talking about.

"I liked it fine," Jimin mumbles. Whatever's going on in the air, whatever it is that makes him feel the way he does when he hears Yoongi's voice on the radio or over the phone or when they bump into each other just for a second in person, it's starting to really sink into Jimin in a way that makes it completely, undeniably real. Seojkin's notice of it only makes it terrifyingly more real.

"On a totally unrelated note," Seokjin interrupts Jimin's thoughts, his tone suggesting that the note is actually very related, "have you spoken to any of the other members since they left? Tae, Hobi, Gukkie," he makes a face of (probably fake) contemplation, "Yoongi?"

"Yeeeeeees," Jimin answers honestly. Really early in the morning he'd been awoken by a call-- something that would've bothered him a lot more if it hadn't been specifically Yoongi. "Jimin-ah, we've only got now," he'd rushed out, surrounded by sounds of movement and quick voices, "that's it for the rest of the day," and Jimin in his half-asleep haze had luckily understood automatically, rushing out a scratchy "I love you, hyung," and Yoongi had exhaled into the mouthpiece and said "okay" and then "no, I'm done" to someone on his side and then "sorry" to someone, Jimin wasn't sure to whom on which side of the call, and then finally "go back to sleep, Jimin-ah," and Jimin had obediently dropped his phone onto the mattress and sunk back into slumber.

Seokjin smiles that smile again. He doesn't ask for details. He doesn't ask who of the four members Jimin talked to-- he just knows.

"Everything's fine," Jimin says, umprompted. "Everything's normal, whatever."

"Right," Seokjin agrees, and leaves.

Jimin groans, falling onto his bed and faceplanting onto a pillow.

--

Namjoon, Seokjin, and Jimin sit in the dorm on the evening of day eighty-eight, waiting, when the other four finally return from their trip. Despite the fact that they spend literally all of their time together, Jimin knows that everyone still misses each other even when they're separated just for a day or two. There's something reassuring about going to bed knowing that every member is back home.

Jimin is scrolling uselessly on his phone, laying back on the small couch; Seokjin and Namjoon are propped up against each other on the big couch, watching some idol-meets-baby show with twin blank expressions. Jimin kind of wants to memorialize their identical vacant stares with a photo, but knows he'll be in real trouble if he's caught. He's contemplating whether or not he can subtly film them on his phone while pretending to very passionately text when several pairs of feet can suddenly be heard shuffling outside the dorm's entrance. Voices quietly converse back and forth for a moment and a half, and then the front door opens.

Immediately, Seokjin's and Namjoon's blank looks break; Seokjin brightens, Namjoon's expression relaxes; and Jimin snaps out of his reclining position to sit up.

First Jeongguk, then Taehyung, then Hoseok trudge in with their duffels. Hoseok and Taehyung give big smiles, and though Jeongguk tries to cover it up, a tiny relieved grin shows through his tired-apathetic facade.

There's the familiar sound of the members greeting each other, Namjoon asking how the trip was and how the interviews went, Seokjin fussing and asking if they took care of themselves, Tae and Hobi giving joke answers and saying generally weird things, and Jeongguk acting disinterested and trying to escape the conversation-- but all Jimin can think about is Yoongi, where's Yoongi, he doesn't see Yoongi at the back of the group, where is he?

Only a few seconds later, Yoongi comes through the doorway, duffel in hand. Jimin feels nearly all of the tension inside of himself loosen at the sight.

Yoongi's eyes land on Jimin and he smiles, a small but beautiful smile.

As if he can hear Jimin's internal questions, he explains with a smirk, "left my headphones in the van," and like he doesn't even see anyone else in the room, he walks right up to Jimin and drops his duffel.

Yoongi keeps smiling; Jimin helplessly smiles back.

Jimin is abruptly aware of the entire room going silent.

Jimin's hit by a sense of waiting. Everyone's watching them, and everyone is waiting for something.

He wants to turn around and look at the members and understand what it is they think they're going to see, but he doesn't dare break away from Yoongi's gaze.

Nothing happens for a very long time, and then, maybe wonderfully, maybe completely frustratingly, or maybe both, Seokjin interrupts the moment with a bright, "Alright, why don't we get you all back to your rooms and unpacked," and the moment breaks for everyone else, but Jimin can't help but notice that the moment continues for him and Yoongi; they're still looking at eachother, still sharing something, whatever it might be, after everyone else has already filtered out of the room, and they stand there for probably a full minute longer just looking at each other Yoongi eventually says, "we should too," and gestures towards the hallway and they both reluctantly begin to walk towards the bedrooms, and it's then that Jimin finally realizes that it's not a moment they're sharing, it's something much longer, something sustained, something that just can't be dismissed