gods and monsters surround me as i venture out to find you amongst the angels.
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to say that jimin felt cared for, hardly scratched the surface of the overwhelming feeling of love blooming in his chest. roses wound veins and ivy tightened around arteries, petals clogging his windpipe and stems climbing up towards his lungs. unstoppable smiling as yoongi treated him as if he was royalty.
in all honesty, they were treated like that anyway. both rich powerful families running big businesses; people had to do what they said anyway.
but yoongi was special. all day he either held jimin's hand or ran pale hands through soft brown hair, honey strands slightly tugged on and nails scraping satisfyingly against scalp. unfamiliar tingles shot through jimin's body whenever yoongi hugged him, replacing his mind with cotton and curling his toes.
never, not even with jungkook, had he ever felt this way.
he felt on cloud nine and he enjoyed it as if it was the only emotion he wanted to feel. and it was.
and as they sat in a cosy cafe a mere hundred feet away from yoongi's shop, masks on and coffee steaming, jimin couldn't help but stare. yoongi didn't deserve to be walking around in harms way; he was a fucking masterpiece and deserved to be treated like one.
instead he was some sex object for some sick persons greed, a bank for gold diggers, a distraction for a drunk to take on a steamy night out. and maybe yoongi did initiate most of it but someone must've made him this way; not many people grew up wanting to be a sex machine hooked on drugs.
"why do you own a shop when you have all the money you could want?" jimin was curious.
"because jimin," yoongi set down his black coffee, fiddling with a one of his silver rings as he explained. "that's my parents' money. i don't want notes and coins that's been touched by some homophobic selfish pricks. the shop allows me to give people an opportunity to learn a new passion, to express my own talent, to make my own living in a way."
"oh...that's nice. how you think of other people too." jimin liked how yoongi was really a softie at heart, how gummy smiles were really hiding underneath devilish smirks, how happiness shone through lust in dark eyes.
