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twenty eight.

"Hey Jimin?"

"Yeah?"

"I kinda have to go visit my family for a week, and they said no one was allowed to bring their phones with." Yoongi scratched his neck, looking deeply unhappy.

"What?" Jimin squawked, throwing down a bouquet of flowers he was working on. Yoongi just nodded dejectedly.

"When do you leave?"

"T-tomorrow."

"Yoongi, why the fuck didn't you tell me about this earlier?" Jimin demanded. He felt blindsided; like he'd been spun around and pushed over. He didn't know which way was up, and he blinked dazedly. The flowers scattered at his feet, mirroring the way his thoughts had flown out of alignment.

"Because I didn't know, Jimin! Trust me, I'm as upset as you are," Yoongi glared at the floor. Jimin softened at how distraught the other boy was and walked around the table, placing his fingers under Yoongi's chin. He forced Yoongi to look at him, but in order to accomplish this, he had to reach slightly, so the gesture was pretty much moot.

Nevertheless, Yoongi allowed Jimin to redirect his gaze until they were staring at each other. Jimin realized then that he looked at Yoongi the way a dying man looked at salvation. And he supposed that was true; before Yoongi he'd just been drawing closer to that expiration date; his death, not really living. Then Yoongi came and the world looked beautiful again. Because Yoongi was beautiful.

And he was Jimin's world.

Jimin leaned forward, nestling into Yoongi's chest, and allowed himself to drown in Yoongi's arms. The safety he felt with his face pressed into Yoongi's torso, his heartbeat against his ear, was like a current sweeping him to happiness. Jimin reached up and clasped his arms around Yoongi's neck, closing in his eyes and breathing that vanilla and wood scent.

"I think I'm going to die," Jimin proclaimed, pulling away. He made a big show of clutching his chest as Yoongi rolled his eyes. "A whole week without my happiness, what am I going to do?"

Yoongi frowned. "Aren't you scared?"

"Of what?"

"Depending on someone else like that, so much."

Jimin took Yoongi's hands, squeezing his limp fingers. "No," he answered. "Because somehow, I gave you my heart and you accepted it and I trust you with it."

"What if I'm not trustworthy?" Yoongi asked, refusing to meet Jimin's gaze once again.

"You are," Jimin replied simply.

"How do you know?"

Jimin leaned forward and pressed his lips to Yoongi's. His eyes closed and he smiled softly, which broke the kiss. He pulled away slightly, their foreheads touching. Yoongi's eyes were filled with self-doubt.

"Because I was afraid to love you, too. And you made me brave without realizing it. I trusted you enough to allow myself to heal, and I just—fuck, I really love you," Jimin said.

Yoongi laughed softly, anxiety lessening. His breath was hot as it fanned across Jimin's cheeks.

"I really love you, too," Yoongi replied, then smashed his lips to Jimin's with such force and need that it left him dizzy and gasping.