Dreamy Eyes and The Press Of Our Lips
Authour:(Don’t Stop)J_cmwyt
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 1252
Ship: Jimin×Yoongi
Summary:
His thumb strokes gentle patterns against Jimins bare hip, lips feathering lightly over his lovers temple, the ghost of a smile sitting pleasantly on his lips, because today was a special day.
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Mornings like these where the crisp breeze outside, blanketed with the soft hues of the snow and splash of a rising sun is overpowered by the warmth of a familiar body tangled with Yoongi’s own, his strong arms holding close what is only his, everything is perfect. He keeps with him these moments, embracing them with an open heart and a content hum that rumbles low in his throat.
Yoongis arms tighten on instinct around Jimin when his eyes first flutter open, fighting against the glare seeping through their opened window.
“Mm. Hyung?”
Jimins voice pleasantly thick with sleep puffs with soft breath against his neck, and Yoongi feels it before hearing it, his heart involuntarily swelling with emotion. “Morning, baby.”
His thumb strokes gentle patterns against Jimins bare hip, lips feathering lightly over his lovers temple, the ghost of a smile sitting pleasantly on his lips, because today was a special day.
“Christmas.” Jimin practically sings, and Yoongi is laughing quietly, body shaking with the sound.
“Coffee first Minnie, ‘kay?”
Jimin is the first to rise from bed, coaxing Yoongi with sweet words of encouragement and the promise of a warming cup of coffee, peppering kisses to the skin of the ravens neck all while giggling as his boyfriends arms wrap possessively around his dainty waist. Yoongi refuses to get up, but his words are easily forgotten when he looks up to see the blinding smile he came to fall in love with.
He kisses it with all the love in his being, and Jimin has to push him away with a whine to properly get dressed.
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“Black?” Jimin hums silently from where he stands, yoongi watching his hips sway with a distracted stare, fingers tapping absentmindedly against the counter. It isn’t until the brunette turns around that he looks away. “Up here, Hyung.”
“Black,” He repeats with a nod, seeming unsure before he’s saying it again, a sheepish grin twitching at his lips. His lover smiles and turns around, starting the coffee machine while resuming his humming, but his hips remain still. Damn. “Excited?”
Jimin leans against the counter, a cup of tea in his hands as the coffee machine rumbles to life besides him. His expression remains blank but there is glint of something twinkling in his eyes and then they are falling to a close as he yawns against his hand, fingers bare of any of his usual accessories. Yoongi swallows.
“You could say that. “he frowns, eyes still closed. “Are you sure it’s okay I didn’t get you a present? I’ve always had one prepared.”
Yoongi just shakes his head softly, even if Jimin is blind to the action, fingers curling into ,his, shirt that hangs loosely around the brunettes frame, lips brushing over Jimins eyelids. “I told you not to get one, didn’t I?”
His chocolates orbs open and he blinks up with uncertainty, eyebrows knitted together.
“I just hope you like what I got you,” Yoongi sighs, bringing Jimin in closer and he has to sit his forgotten tea down. Jimin can’t see the nervousness that swims in his own eyes in that moment. “If you accept it, it will be just as much as a Christmas miracle to me.”
The coffee machine dings.
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“Yoongi, you’re making me nervous.” Jimin pouts, worrying at his bottom lip as Yoongi directs him to cover his eyes with a throw blanket, having him sit down on the arm of their couch.
“If anything, I should be the nervous one,” the raven mutters under his breath, but Jimin hears, arms crossing at the words.
“We’ve known each other for thirteen years, dating for six of those, you have nothing to be nervous of.” It was meant to sooth the tenseness to his muscles, yoongi knows, but it only serves to make it worse, his mouth pausing in its ministrations to form around a deep breath.
“J-Just keep your eyes closed for me, okay? Open then when I say to.”
Yoongi whispers the words against Jimins lips, making him shiver as the elder backs away.
All is quiet for a moment except for Yoongi fumbling for something, and Jimin can’t see it when the love of his life plops down shakily onto one knee, what could only be a box cupped delicately in hand.
Jimin holds his breath, tension thick in the air between them as he waits, entire body stiff.
“Open.” And Jimin does, but he doesn’t expect to see Yoongi in that position, a velvety box held between trembling fingers, as he stares unwaveringly at Jimin, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Yoongi.” He starts carefully, blanket falling from his hands as he sits still, not looking away from the box. “What’re doing?”
“Park Jimin.” Yoongis lips form around his full name and Jimin is overcome with emotion, eyes flickering up into the ravens. His mouth hangs open with shock, and yoongi cusses unceremoniously. “F-Fuck Jimin, I-“
Jimin just watches him, not daring to speak, even when tears begin to burn at the back of his eyes, because there was only one thing that could be in that box if yoongi, his boyfriend of six years and best friend of thirteen was down on one fucking knee.
“I know I’m fucking terrible with words, and I never know how to express my emotions-“ Jimin let’s out a wet laugh at that, “But there is something I need to get off my chest and tell you, because you deserve to know, and so much more than that Jimin.”
Yoongi pauses, his own voice cracking uncharacteristically.
“I love you Jimin.”
Jimin sobs into his hand.
“Would you make me the most fucking happiest man alive, and marry me?”
That was the breaking point for Jimin, and he stumbled from where he was perched, tackling yoongi to the ground with warm and fat tears falling from his face.
“Yes! “ His voice was filled with glee, and the sound mingles with Yoongis unadulterated laughter as he embraces Jimin tightly, crying into his shoulder.
The ravens fingers travel slowly up Jimins body and to between them, and they intertwine with Jimins, his other hand still clutching the box. “Come on, baby,” he says hoarsely. “Gotta put the ring on.”
Helping Jimin into a sitting position, Yoongi reopens the box and holds The brunettes hand delicately like it was glass, kissing at his knuckles as he took out the ring. “I love you so much.” He whispered over and over against his skin, sliding the cool metal onto his finger.
“I love you too, Yoongi.” Jimin smiles so beautifully, and Yoongi looks down between his face and the ring, and dives in for a passionate kiss filled with so much love for the boy, Jimin squealing as he easily picks him up and stands, strong arms wrapped around his thighs as he kissed wherever he could reach.
Yoongi especially loved these kinds of mornings, with the snow, sky and rising sun, but today would become superior to all those previous times, because he could never forget the look on Jimins face when he said yes, and the way he stared down with wonder at the ring, or the way he cried out Yoongis name with pure adoration, small fingers gripping tightly at his bicep, sweat coating his skin as yoongi pushed into him later that night, their foreheads pressed together as they whispered small ‘I love you’s’ to each other under the watchful eyes of the moonlight.
Today, will forever be a special day.
