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twenty two.

Jimin felt like a piece of him was missing after he and Yoongi split up, going into their separate apartments. The clock read 8:33 and he paced his small kitchen, wondering if he should go over and reattach himself to Yoongi. He wanted to, but they'd already spent so much time together that day...And Yoongi was probably fine on his own. So Jimin sighed and made himself a sandwich out of pure boredom, eating at the wooden table with a book propped open. A half hour passed, and he decided to watch a movie. He knew what he was doing; just whiling away the hours until he could see Yoongi again. He knew he could just go into Yoongi's apartment; he was right next door. But he didn't want to seem clingy, and he told himself to grow a pair and stick it out.

At 10:14 his movie ended, and he grabbed his book and curled up in his bed, reading. He could hear Yoongi moving around in his adjacent bedroom, then heard his bed creak. Jimin sighed and shut off his lamp, plunging the room into darkness. He set his alarm for the next morning and stared at the ceiling.

"Good night Jimin!" He heard Yoongi yell. He stifled a snort as a goofy smile spread across his face. What an idiot, he thought, then he yelled back, "Good night, Fiver!"

He heard Yoongi's muted mumbles of protest, then the building grew silent again. Jimin fell asleep, the knowledge that someone else cared for him covering him like a soft blanket.

Jimin dreamed of piano music, a sweet, haunting melody that stayed in his head even after his alarm chased everything else out. He was absentmindedly humming it during lunch break, and Yoongi's back stiffened.

"Why are you humming that?" He demanded, tone unsettled. He gripped his plastic microwavable dish tightly, shoulders taut. Jimin ceased to hum immediately.

"I-I don't know, I had a dream and that song was in it and it's stuck in my head." Jimin forced a laugh, but it sounded too thin. "Why? Do you want me to stop?" He twisted his fingers together, skin turning white as he cut off circulation, waiting for Yoongi's reply.

"That's weird...it sounds like a song I started writing for the piano...Can you hum it again?" Yoongi turned to face Jimin, and the intensity in his eyes made Jimin's thoughts scatter like sand through fingers.

"U-uh, u-um. I c-can't remember how it goes anymore." Jimin peeked at Yoongi, but the green-haired boy was just smiling faintly. Jimin's anxiety melted away immediately. "I thought you were mad, or upset," he said. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Of course not," he said. "Besides, I know that the reason you forgot the song was because of me." Then he slapped Jimin's butt and walked back into the shop, leaving the red-faced boy behind.

~~~

"Hey Yoongi?" Jimin asked, voice tentative, nearly getting lost in the bustle of the street. He fumbled to lock the shop for the weekend.

"What?"

"If you wanna come over at any point this weekend, just do it, okay?"

"We live right next door, idiot," Yoongi said. He looked up from his phone at Jimin's blank expression and sighed. "Of course I will."

Jimin exhaled. "Okay."

"Can we go now? Standing in the outside isn't my idea of a good time."

Jimin rolled his eyes and grabbed Yoongi's hand, dragging them up to their apartments.

"Why the fuck are we going so fast?" Yoongi protested, trying not to trip. Jimin shoved the apartment door open and flicked on the entryway light. Yoongi's cheeks had a slight blush, and he was breathing hard. Jimin pushed him against the wall and kissed him, unable to prevent himself from deepening the kiss, because however he was angling his head made it so much better. Jimin gasped against his mouth and pushed his hand through Yoongi's mint green hair, gripping and pulling.

"Fu-fuck, Jimin," Yoongi panted, pulling away slightly. They both breathed heavily, the air between them charged. Then Yoongi swore again and grabbed Jimin's shoulders, flipping them around so Jimin was the one against the wall. Yoongi leaned forward, recapturing Jimin's lips, and their bodies pressed together. There was no space between them, and Jimin gasped as Yoongi bit Jimin's lower lip slightly. This caused Jimin to not-so-gently yank Yoongi's hair, and a stream of expletives left his mouth breathily. They both pulled away, Jimin's arms loosely wrapped around Yoongi's neck.

"What was that?" Yoongi asked, pupils blown and lips swollen, hair messy.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," Jimin confessed.

"Fuck," Yoongi groaned, and closed his eyes. "You're gonna be the death of me," he whispered. Jimin grinned, and reached out and swiped his thumb across Yoongi's slightly protruding lower lip.

"You're gonna be the death of me too," Jimin confessed. Yoongi's eyes opened slowly, and he laughed softly.

"Aren't we romantic?" He asked.

"You bet," Jimin replied. He turned and walked up the stairs, looking down to make sure Yoongi was following. At the top of the stairs, Jimin kissed Yoongi's cheek sweetly, grinning, and disappeared into his apartment.

~~~

Yoongi yelled good night through the wall again. Jimin responded, but he wasn't sleepy yet. He lay awake on his phone, browsing his social medias and watching YouTube.

Apparently, Yoongi wasn't sleepy either. At around midnight, Jimin heard Yoongi's apartment door open, then the boy's footsteps passed his room. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. Yoongi was going into the shop, but Jimin had no clue why. A few minutes later, Jimin heard piano music and understood. The faint melody sounded familiar, but he couldn't hear well enough to place it. So he threw on a sweatshirt and crept out of bed, down the stairs. The shop door was ajar, and Jimin peered through it. The fairy lights glowed in the darkness, and Yoongi sat at the bench. Jimin barely breathed, feeling as if the door he was looking through was showing him a part of Yoongi no one else had seen. Yoongi hit a note and stopped playing, muttering in sleepy frustration. He messily pushed back his hair, as if he didn't have the time or energy to deal with it.

"No, no that didn't sound right..." He mumbled. He sighed and seemed to start over. A shock went through Jimin's body as he finally recognized the melody. It was the song from his dream, the one Yoongi had made him forget. It was beautiful and heart wrenching, and Yoongi moved with the music as if it were a river and he was caught in its current. Jimin lost his breath at the surreal scene; at the way the fairy lights twinkled in the ivory keys. It seemed as if Yoongi owned them; like he was a galaxy of his own.

He was beautiful, and Jimin was floating among his stars.

"It has to be perfect," Yoongi said, voice rough with sleep, like a beach made of gravel. "Because he's perfect."

Jimin's heart lurched like a swing pushed into motion. Yoongi played what seemed like a random chord, body sagging.

"What are you doing to me?" Yoongi muttered.

What are you doing to me?

"I feel like I'm falling, but in the other direction," Yoongi said, then whispered, "That's it!" He picked up a notebook and scribbled in it, then experimentally played a few notes.

"Yes, I've got it!" He exclaimed. Jimin smiled softly and turned around, closing the door gently. He crawled back into his bed, still wearing his sweatshirt, and finally fell asleep.

bOY HOWDYYYYY I CANT WRITE KISSING SCENES FOR SHIT AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I WRITE AT 11:30 @ ME STOP
i havent updated in what feels like forever(2 days lmao chill)
i had another idea for a yoonmin fic and if i write it, it'll be called 'blank' so u can guess @ what its about ( ͡☉ ͜ʖ ͡☉)
anyway, i hope you like this shitpost of a chapter