flowers and ink » yoonmin

thirty one.

Yoongi and Jimin sat on the couch and talked as the evening lengthened into night. The TV was on, but their attention was solely on each other.

Maybe that was why the sudden torrential downpour was a complete surprise to them; neither of them had noticed the sky darkening unnaturally outside the apartment. Jimin raced to the window, eyes huge.

"I love rain!" He exclaimed. "Can we go outside and stand in it?"

"Do you want to get sick?" Yoongi demanded, inked arms folded across his chest. He glared at Jimin from the couch. Jimin just nodded earnestly, making Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Unfortunately, I love you, so I'm gonna say yes," he said. He rubbed his arms, as if already feeling the cold wet rain on his skin. Jimin quickly put on his shoes and bounced impatiently by the door, waiting for Yoongi, who was taking his sweet time. They finally stepped into the alley, a huge smile on Jimin's face and resignation on Yoongi's. Jimin grabbed Yoongi's hand and dragged him onto the sidewalk. The rain drops were fat and came down quickly, and Jimin turned his face up to the sky, squeezing his eyes shut. Their clothes were slowly getting soaked, and Jimin already felt the cold. Yoongi was shivering slightly. No one else was on the sidewalk or driving down the street, curtains and blinds closed in the upper apartments of the shops lining the gray street.

"Let's go stand in the road, please, please?" Jimin begged, turning imploring eyes on Yoongi. Yoongi huffed, like he couldn't believe he was doing this, then answered, "Fine."

Jimin skipped into the street like a little kid, pulling Yoongi along by their linked hands. Yoongi's hair slicked his forehead, and the rain rolled down his cheekbones, making his skin glow. Their clothes stuck to them, and Jimin couldn't look away from Yoongi.

"You're really pretty," Jimin said, rain running into his mouth. Yoongi's eyes flicked to his lips then back to Jimin's eyes again. Every time a rain drop landed on Yoongi's face, his eyelids fluttered a little bit, like butterfly wings. Jimin grabbed Yoongi's other hand.

"Please forgive me," he said. The rain was pooling in Yoongi's irises and he was drowning.

"What for?" Yoongi asked, frowning.

"How cliche this is," Jimin replied. He leaned forward, letting go of Yoongi's hands to wrap his arms around the boy's back, and kissed him. The rain was a thin salty curtain between their lips, and Jimin closed his eyes and felt the drops getting caught in his eyelashes and rolling down his cheeks. Their lips slid together, and Jimin wasn't sure where he ended and Yoongi began. The rain fell on both of them, and it made Jimin feel as though they were one person.

He pulled away for air. Yoongi's eyes opened slowly, and he smiled a tiny bit. Jimin ran his thumb across Yoongi's glistening lips. A delicate shiver passed through the other boy's body, and Jimin pulled him close.

"Let's go back before we get hypothermia," he suggested, grinning. However, he couldn't help himself from stomping in a puddle(or two) on the way back.

Safely back inside Jimin's apartment, they changed into dry clothes and cuddled again. Jimin laid back against Yoongi's torso, between his legs. Yoongi's arms rested atop Jimin's stomach, their hands clasped. They focused on the TV, and Jimin felt content and sheltered, lying there with Yoongi.

He had never imagined that he'd find love; not when he'd constantly been put down by others because of who he might love. He'd never thought he'd be able to be with another boy and feel safe. But somehow, Yoongi had become the person that taught him he could love. And he was grateful.

Yoongi started playing with Jimin's hair, and the action was so soothing and heavenly that his eyelids became heavy. He started nodding off, then heard a loud crack and a rumble, and his eyes shot open. Thunder. Yoongi's body stiffened against his, and Jimin quickly sat up and turned so he was facing Yoongi. The other boy's pupils were wide with fear, and his entire body was shaking. The sky was black, and lightning flashed outside the window.

"J-Jimin," Yoongi said shakily, reaching his hands out. His voice was thin with barely repressed panic. His hands were trembling so hard that when Jimin held them, his own hands shook slightly. Jimin massaged Yoongi's palms comfortingly, but at the next crack of thunder, Yoongi had flinched and curled into a ball, ripping his hands out of Jimin's. Lightning flashed and Yoongi started to sob. The sound seemed to rend Jimin's heart in two, and he wished he was smart enough to know what to do. He hated seeing how panicky Yoongi was becoming; Yoongi's eyes darted around the room and his breaths were coming in gasps and pants.

"I-it's t-too l-loud I c-ca-can't-"

"Yoongi, shh, listen to me. Nothing's going to hurt you, okay? I'm here," Jimin said, keeping his voice quiet and soothing. He had to be calm, for Yoongi's sake. Yoongi jumped as thunder rumbled through the apartment.

"I'm gonna pick you up, okay?" Jimin said, then put his arms around Yoongi and lifted him, carrying the shaking boy bridal-style to his room. He shut the door and pulled the curtains closed after setting Yoongi on the bed. Jimin grabbed his phone and earbuds, selecting his piano playlist on his music app. He saw that Yoongi had tented the blankets over his head like a child and was curled in a ball. Jimin grabbed his flashlight and climbed under the sheets. He offered the earbuds to Yoongi, but his fingers were shaking so bad Jimin ended up putting them in Yoongi's ears for him. He pressed play on the music and turned on the flashlight, filling their little escape with warm yellow light. He held Yoongi, kissing the back of his head, the shell of his ear, or his neck every time thunder rumbled. It was a little strange, but he didn't mind being the big spoon. Especially if Yoongi needed him to be. So he just laid there, holding Yoongi, and drew slow patterns on Yoongi's arm with his index finger. Yoongi started to calm down, his shaking ceasing. Jimin fought off sleep, forcing his eyelids to stay open. Eventually, Yoongi's body relaxed and his breathing evened, and Jimin turned off the flashlight and allowed sleep to take him.

i'm tired. when am i not tired ok?

sometimes i do this thing where if i'm writing a sentence i'll switch the order of the words and since i reread my stuff before i publish it, it won't happen in the chapter but it could in the author's notes so yeah don't panic if that ever happens. usually i can catch it and fix it.

usually.

i think i'm gonna delete wrong number permanently, bc i have no plotline for that and i only started writing it bc it was my first bts fanfic and texting fics are easy o k don't h8 me

-anna :*