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Jimin chuckled while hugging the elder. "You look cute in the costume, though," Jimin said. Yoongi just pouted, "Fuck you and all your dare, Jiminie." Jimin laughed so hard, he could not stop.

Yoongi was wearing a really cute costume. He hated it, since he only liked to wear black and white. But shit happened, so he should wear the cute fluffy, yellow costume for the whole day.

"The truth or dare game was fun. But, you! Oh, I hate you for making me wear this shit." Yoongi pouted. He crossed his arms. His eyes were a bit blurred by tears. He never liked to wear the costume. He hated it. He was embarrassed.

Jimin looked at the elder with widened eyes. "Hey, don't cry, hyung. I-I'm so sorry." He breathed as the elder sobbed. Jimin walked away and looked down, feeling sorry for the elder. He walked slowly, but a sudden back hug surprised him. "I'm fine. It's just embarrassing. But, it looks cute. I love you, Chim. Don't leave me." He begged.

"Why would I, Yoongi hyung-ie?" He turned around and smiled. He held Yoongi's chin, his other hand traced on Yoongi's jawline. Jimin smiled widely, he didn't know what that feeling was. He felt like thousands, or even millions of butterflies fluttering inside his stomach. Jimin was madly blushing, he didn't care. He felt the heat on his cheeks, neck, then allover his body.

Jimin kissed Yoongi's cheek, it made him also blush. "Tomato!" Jimin whispered, breathing on Yoongi's neck, teasing him. "You too!" Yoongi answered. They both chuckled.

The wind passed them making Jimin's fluffy hair messy. "Naughty wind!" Jimin pouted. Yoongi giggled. "You still look cute, forever cute. Doesn't matter if your hair is messy, you're still littlest and cutest baby." Jimin smacked Yoongi's arms. "Ah, hyung~"

There was a silence then. Peaceful silence, not awkward one. Filled with joy, not tears. There was no voices, only the sound of the wind passing through the dry, autumn leaves.

"Hyung? Have you ever fall in love with someone so badly, that you miss him every night?" Jimin asked. "I have this one person, hyung. He never go out of my brain, he's stuck inside my head. I think.. I think I'm in love." Jimin tried to calm down.

"My baby Jimin is a grown up, now? Wow, you fall in love." Yoongi excitedly took the younger's small hands and jumped. "Who is it? Can I know? I promise I won't spill the tea to anyone!" Jimin chuckled.

Then, his face turned serious. Jimin said softly, "Can you promise not to be angry, hyung?" His tone was soft and smooth, yet so serious. "Sure. Why would I-?" "Hyung, it's you."

They both remained frozen. Jimin's eyes were glossy, full of tears to burst. "I'm sorry, hyung. It must disappoint you. I-I am so-" Yoongi hugged the younger. "Eh, why do you need to be sorry? I also love you, Jiminie. Don't cry, okay? I'm not mad at you, sweetheart."

"But, hyung-" Yoongi nodded. "Who cares if people find us weird? Love is love and that's it. Jimin, it's okay. Everything is gonna be fine, alright?" Sudden silence surrounded them, again.

Jimin stopped sobbing. He wiped his tears away. Yoongi smiled. They kissed. A real, true love kiss. They knew it already. When their lips collided, nothing could stop them. Not even the universe or the destiny could separate them. "I love you, Jimin." Thr younger answered passionately, "I love you too, Yoongi hyung."