where the darkness fell
Authour: euphonia
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 1238
Ship: Jimin×Yoongi
Summary:
in which jimin visits yoongi's studio for kisses and assurance
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The hum of the bass rolled in Jimin’s chest as he stood outside of the studio door, his cold fingertips resting on the round handle. Should he knock? Call him? He didn’t want to get caught waiting outside of the door by another member. He wanted to slip in quietly, both of their absences going unnoticed by the others, so they could say alone, together, for as long as they wished. If someone walked past, they’d ask what he’s doing, and Jimin would reply with something along the lines of ‘just checking on Yoongi, I’ll be there soon,’ which would be just a lie. Hoseok would be curious, waiting up for him in their room. It was too soon to let them know about them. If only he could slip inside the doors.
As if on cue, the doorknob turned under his palm. Jimin shuffled backwards, avoiding the swing of the door, his heartbeat quickening as Yoongi’s eyes met his own.
“Jimin,” he smiled, stepping back to let the younger in. “Are you alright? You look a bit pale. You’re not getting sick are you?” The door shut behind him, Jimin standing in place, scratching his head. He reached his hand out of his oversize sweater to wrap his pinky around Yoongi’s thumb, inching closer.
“Mm, I was just worried someone would see me,” he confessed, intertwining his fingers more securely. Yoongi stepped towards him, brushing the younger’s hair back to plant a warm kiss on his forehead. Jimin’s breath fell out of his chest, the nerves in his lungs leaking out of his body, taking his worries with him. Behind closed doors, they could be themselves. They could be in love.
Yoongi smiled softly at Jimin, stroking his fingers through his hair, parting his hair with the tips of his nails. He took in his dark eyes and his honeyed skin, nearly hidden in the shadows of the doorway. “Don’t worry about them, baby,” he hummed, melting at the way Jimin’s gaze followed his words, like a child looking up for guidance. “We won’t tell them until we’re ready. And you know, they’d never disown us.”
“I know, I know,” Jimin let his head fall on Yoongi’s chest, his scalp tingling from the touch. “I really do, you know?” He reached his hands around Yoongi’s waist, hugging him for security. “But it doesn’t mean I’m not scared. It’s not that easy.”
Yoongi sighed, his breath warming the top of Jimin’s head. He wanted to comfort his lover, soothe his heart and his worries. He picked his wrist off of his waist and pulled away, tugging on his arm gently. “C’mere babe, let’s not think about it right now.” He lead Jimin to the couch, sitting down first and guiding his hips onto his lap. Yoongi reached up to cup his face, brushing his thumb along the contours of Jimin’s cheek. Jimin smiled, ducking down to steal a kiss from Yoongi’s lips.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Yoongi let it slip out, watching as Jimin looked away shyly.
“Yoongi,” Jimin mumbled, shifting his eyes elsewhere.
“I really mean that,” Yoongi continued, letting his hands roam around his soft skin, tucking hair behind his ears, weaving his hands in his silky hair. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re only saying that because we’re together now,” Jimin tried to laugh it off, unable to hide the flush of pink rising in his cheeks.
“No, Jimin, I’m not.” He stopped moving, only looking at Jimin, “From the first time you ever laughed around me, I knew I would never see a more beautiful soul in my life.” Jimin’s eyes, wide, snapped back to meet Yoongi’s, the flirty smile falling off of his lips. Yoongi met his gaze, overcome with the love crying to break free from his chest. Every word was loaded with genuinity, and it still failed to feel like it was enough.
“I’ve spent countless nights dreaming about you, longing to hold you in my arms,” he continued, as though he were confessing for the first time. “I imagined what you would feel like on my lips, pressed against my chest, gripping onto my sides. I imagined what it would be like to lose myself in your breath. Hold your hands in mine for more than just the camera, more than just our friendship.” He paused, pulling Jimin’s forehead down to meet his own, laughing softly as tears of bliss bloomed in his eyes. “I’ve been in love with you for so long. Never did I think I’d be so lucky to be chosen by the stars to make it true.”
“Who are you trying to impress?” Jimin laughed suddenly. “I’m already madly in love with you,” he brought his chin down, tilting it to match like a puzzle piece against Yoongi’s lips. “Kiss me.”
“Ah, but I wasn’t done, kitten,” Yoongi grinned as he pushed his nose away gently. Jimin pouted, cocking his head to the side.
“Finish later then,” Jimin shifted in his lap, gripping his shoulders tightly. “I want you now.”
Normally, Yoongi would have continued with his speech, teasing Jimin, putting him off to annoy him ever so slightly, just so he could watch the way his lips would pout out when he wasn’t getting what he wanted. But the way Jimin’s lip quirked up into the faintest of smirks, signalling his carefree mood, free from the worries of being found out by the others, allowed Yoongi to bring himself up to meet Jimin’s lips.
Yoongi melted back into the kiss, the pads of Jimin’s fingers peeking out of his sweater to cup the jaw below Yoongi’s ear, leaning over him and taking him in like candy. He let his mouth drag open longer and longer with each breath, deepening the kiss as though he was meant to steal the air in his lungs. Yoongi caught Jimin’s lip between his teeth, warranting a smile from the younger. He took the upper hand, flicking his tongue across the other’s lips, waiting for reciprocation. Jimin let his eyelashes flutter as their tongues met, sliding against one another so naturally. His jaw fell wide, a soft whimper escaping his throat, sending shivers down Yoongi’s spine. Feeling playful, Yoongi moaned back.
“Fuck, babe,” Jimin huffed softly, meeting right back on Yoongi’s lips.
“Mm?” Yoongi hummed, steadying his hand on the dip of Jimin’s back, letting his other hand roam across his chest. Jimin shivered at his touch, involuntarily shifting in his lap, arching his back ever so slightly.
“N-not tonight…” Jimin’s cheeks were furiously heated. Yoongi chuckled, stealing a kiss quickly.
“Alright kitten,” he lifted his hand up to his mid back, shifting in the cushions of the couch. He guided Jimin carefully over him, until Yoongi’s head laid propped up against the armrest, Jimin pressed against his body comfortably.
They laid there a long time, drawing out kisses from one another in the corner of the room where the darkness fell. Jimin’s kisses became slower, sloppier, as he slipped in and out of consciousness, tucked in between the pillows and his lover. Yoongi watched his breath rise and fall, worriless. Serene.
He would never show Jimin how nervous he was about their secret. He refused to let him know. At least for now. For now, this was enough. Jimin’s breath against his cheek, his heartbeat on his chest… it was more than enough.
