just for you
Authour: taedaima
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 1283
Ship: Jimin×Seokjin
Summary:
Jin’s reaction as he joined him in the entrance hall was exactly the look he was imagining when he’d seen himself finished for the first time. The subtle downturn of his chin and the set of his jaw hard against his teeth, probably biting his tongue as to keep himself in check from embarrassment. They both had an appearance to maintain, after all.
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Jimin woke up before his alarm, per usual.
He really should just set it for earlier anyways, but he figures he’ll just be sitting awake in bed before the familiar little chime and the sound of his boyfriend’s singing wakes him from whatever dream had him captive during the night.
This time, he laid awake with more than the sound of his alarm; the faint sound of sizzling food on the stove and the slamming of the wooden doors of the kitchen cabinets could be heard through the small crack in the bedroom door. He smiled gently to himself.
He rolled over and let out a sleepy groan, stretching his sore legs out on the king-sized bed. It was far, far too large for a man of his stature, but Seokjin had insisted that if they lived together, he would not be sleeping on anything smaller. Jimin laughed into the soft pillow on Jin’s side of the bed, remembering the look on his face of pure bliss when they laid together that first night - in their brand new apartment together in their brand new bed, together.
Needless to say, a year and a half later, it was plenty broken in.
Jimin was lifted from his reverie when a soft serenade of his own name drifted through the crack in the door, and he turned his face toward the sound. Jin was looking at him with such warmth and fondness in his eyes, it made Jimin bury his face in the pillows once more. He missed the tray in his lover’s arms, but the smell of food drew Jimin to his elbows - shocked by the prepared coffee, fresh fruits, and fresh American-style breakfast Jin had set before him.
“Wha- Jinnie, what’s this?” Jimin asked, jaw lax even as Jin leaned forward to press a kiss chastely on his thick, sleep-swollen lips.
Jin beamed at him and sat on the edge of the mattress, adoration squeezing his chest at Jimin’s creaky voice, sleep and the rather adult activities of the previous night taking their toll on his vocal chords. He carded his long fingers through Jimin’s raven locks and hummed, looking over the sheets at Jimin’s faintly outlined body. The memory of the night before flashed through his mind and he had to take a deep breath, knowing full-well that Jimin wasn’t wearing a damn thing under the covers.
His eyes scaled back to the puffy red cheeks of his lover, “It’s a little congratulations surprise, sunshine.”
It was Jimin’s turn to beam up at Jin, sitting more upright in the bed, the sheets falling in his lap to reveal his toned chest and tummy. Jin hummed and reached out to hold his waist, pulling Jimin in for a more proper kiss.
“You have really bad morning breath,” Jin muttered with a chuckle, kissing Jimin deeper.
Jimin pulled off after a few seconds and pouted his bottom lip, giving Jin large, sad eyes. “But you’re the one who let me sleep in instead of waking me up with you. I could’ve already brushed my teeth.”
Jin laughed and closed the gap, suckling Jimin’s pouty lip between his and tangling their tongues together. Jimin moaned into the kiss and reached up to hold the side of Jin’s face.
“Let’s eat breakfast, you need to eat before you get ready for tonight, sunshine.”
Jimin was about to argue for more kisses, but his stomach growled loudly and he figured he could probably ask for second breakfast, anyways.
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Jin was waiting for Jimin at the entrance hall when he had finished getting done up by the makeup crew. Jimin was wearing torn skinny jeans, a long-sleeve tee, and sneakers - all as white as snow. Though he found the stage makeup entirely unnecessary, Jin convinced him not to argue with the staff.
“They’re not going to turn you into David Bowie, Jiminie. Just some kohl and a dusting of foundation and powder. Maybe some highlight, mascara-”
“Hyung, that’s a lot.”
“Again, they’re not going for David Bowie here. You’ll still look like Jiminie, just a little more… intense. Just for the crowds. C’mon, I’ll get it done, too.”
Jimin felt like he was walking on stage with a clown face on, the makeup felt thick and intense, but he’s certain Jin didn’t mean it like this. Still, he had to admit in the mirror he looked just like himself, only more… seductive.
Jin’s reaction as he joined him in the entrance hall was exactly the look he was imagining when he’d seen himself finished for the first time. The subtle downturn of his chin and the set of his jaw hard against his teeth, probably biting his tongue as to keep himself in check from embarrassment. They both had an appearance to maintain, after all.
They greeted each other with a brief peck on the lips and Jin held Jimin by the waist for a moment to breathe against the shell of his ear.
“You look absolutely fuckable, baby boy.”
Jimin blushed and slapped his hand on Jin’s chest, gripping slightly at the white sweater covering his broad shoulders flawlessly. His outfit was similar to Jimin’s and complimented his sun-kissed skin and dyed blonde locks effortlessly, making him look delectable in Jimin’s eyes.
He leaned up on his toes to whisper in Jin’s ear, “Just for you, oppa.”
Jin choked on air and Jimin fell into a fit of giggles, drawing the eyes of the staff and other entrants around them.
While Jin was a singer and guitarist, Jimin was his muse. Jimin danced at a community college a few bus stops from their apartment, looking for his break. He had passion and drive, something Jin admired greatly. Jin had his record company, his producers, and his staff to help him write and create his songs, but Jimin. Jimin was the real source behind everything Jin was able to produce.
Watching Jimin dance was Jin’s favorite and most effective way of getting inspired to write. He had fluidity, complete control over his body in a way that made Jin overflow with emotions and passion.
From the first time he’d ever seen Jimin dance, Jin was determined to write a song that perfectly encaptured every part of Jimin that he loved. But, as Jin scrapped page after page of notes, he knew it would take an eternity and an infinite number of lifetimes to ever fully express what he saw in Jimin.
It was clear to him that no one would ever be able to come even remotely close to putting anyone like Jimin on paper. But that never stopped Jin, if he could show his love in any form, his music was the best way to show his heart. And so, despite his discovery, he wrote all of his songs for Jimin. Each song was written straight from his heart; notes burned onto the pages and even Yoongi, his producer, told him that he could see the sentiment in the words, in his voice as he sang them.
When they were called on the stage, the crowd took Jimin’s breath away.
They were finalists, thanks to Jimin’s ability to mimic the movement of the river that flowed from Jin’s notes as he played his guitar and sang the melodies he’d made just for the man he loved.
The crowd that night was the largest either of them had ever seen, a packed house below with the balcony overflowing above them. Jimin could barely even see them through the lights of the stage, but it didn’t matter.
He took a deep breath, looked for Jin at the center - sitting comfortably on a stool in front of a mic - and smiled.
