'logolepsy' || y.min [Oneshots]

"-LUCENT-" (JIM+YOON)

'Lucent'

"-softly bright or radiant-"

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Pale skin. Snow white colour. Pouty doll-like lips. Big veiny hands. Black feline eyes.

He was simply beautiful.

The way he smirked gloringly when he was successful or he felt himself on stage, the way he grinned wide and full of innocence when somebody made him laugh with his whole heart, feline eyes closing prettily.

The way he was himself.
The way he weirdly smelt like Jimin's hometown.

Busan.

With a mix of spice and warm coldness, intensive strawberries and a bit of cologne on his pale skin, Jimin nuzzled his face into the rapper's soft neck and warm chest with a small sigh.

Everytime when the greyhaired boy wasn't feeling well, missing home, missing his old life, he went to Yoongi.

Jimin's buff arms circle around the older boy's tiny waist, flawless face hiding in Yoongi's chest and sighing.  He'd inhale the aroma of cold, red strawberries deep in. His dragon-like eyes would prickle with crystal tears and he would pull the older man closer to him.

And Yoongi never talks. He never asks what Jimin was so worried about.
Because he knows. He'll always know.

The main rapper just simply puts his pale arms around the vocalist's muscular shoulders, one big hand tangling into Jimin's messy, grey hair and running his cold bony fingers softly through the thickness, massaging his scalp gently.  The other young man only nuzzles his face in Yoongi's neck, breathing the icy strawberry aroma in.

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The other members had gone out for a while now .

Just his hyung and Jimin himself had stayed in this big house with more than 10 doors .

Yoongi was still sleepy, because he had been napping for quiet some time in his room until his stomach decided to wake him up, with the want to eat something.

When he entered the kitchen with one veiny hand over his mouth, hiding the tired yawn, and the other hand trying to find the switching light, Yoongi saw the vocalist sitting at the kitchentable.

His thick hair was ruffled and messy, while caramel sharp eyes were focused on the black sky, greeting them with beautiful stars.

Yoongi didn't question the nostalgia in Jimin's dragon-like eyes, knowing what was going on through the vocalist's mind. He decided to let the lights switched off, thinking that the dazzling stars were giving him enough light to make something to eat .

And even now Yoongi didn't question it. He didn't even ask Jimin why he suddenly got up from his seat, walked towards the older one and wrapped his muscular arms around the other boy's hips, pressing his front carefully against the back of his hyung.

Yoongi felt Jimin's sharp chin on his pale shoulder, feeling his hot and slow breath on his snow-white skin and two sharp eyes gazing between the food the older man was preparing for both of them and Yoongi's soft face, pouty lips and concentrated eyes.

Silence took over the kitchen, soft breathing and some kitchen tools clapping lightly against each other .

The only lights they were using were the stars .

"S'okay for you?" Jimin broke the silence with a raspy but genuine voice, whispering the sentence into his ear, tightening the grip around Yoongi's hips more firmly, pulling him a bit closer when the older just nodded his head once in confirmation.

"Yeah, it's okay."

Comfortable silence took over the big dorm, just the sound of soft breathing and melodic kitchentools colliding softly against each other were being able to hear.

A veiny hand was slicing the last pieces of raw meat neatly and with care, throwing them softly into the hot boiling waterpot. He closed it carefully again.

Yoongi sighed, closing his cat-like eyes for a second, allowing himself to take a break. He felt sleepy. Why? Its not like he did anything productive today.

But maybe.

Maybe the tired man behind him, hugging Yoongi with such warmness and care as he shoved his warm face into the pale man's neck, shifting
from one side to the other in a soft melodic way, like a mother trying to get her son to sleep, was the one at fault.

Yoongi began to lean against Jimin's strong but comforting chest, one veiny hand reaching behind him to position it lightly on Jimin's neck and shoulder. The other hand rested on top of one of Jimin's muscular arms, smiling almost softly when he felt a light kiss on his naked shoulder .

''Okay?" Jimin's voice came off raspy and low, the tiredness standing out as he let out a short breath.

Yoongi felt his puffy, caramel eyes on the side of his face, so he threw a short glance at Jimin's direction to nod one last time, murmuring a quiet "Yeah" and looking into the younger man's tired star-like eyes.

Home.
The Universe.
Family.
Love.

That's what they saw in each others glances.

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I hope you all enjoyed my first os,if there are other ideas you'd like me to write or think about , suggest me everything u got in your mind!

Please keep in mind that english is not my native language ,so I might suck a bit but I enjoy writing in english.

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