Guide Me Through The Silent Darkness ☆ Jihope

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Jimin was safe. Safe. Safe.

He had waited years for this moment, for Hoseok to sweep him up in an impossible hug, the connection of their bond tightening and growing stronger. It was a homecoming.

It was returning to something you'd nearly forgotten, but once you were back everything made sense.

And Jimin was right where he needed to be.

For hours and hours the two sat on the cold dance studio floor, staring into each others' eyes, looking for an answer they had right in front of them. Taehyung and Jungkook disappeared somewhere outside, most likely to give the new soulmates privacy.

When his heart and blood stream calmed down enough for him to speak, Jimin wasn't sure what to say.

Because, if he thought about it, he didn't really know Jung Hoseok.

The years up ahead were meant for them to get to know one another. But there was so much Hoseok didn't know about Jimin and vice versa. What if Jimin didn't fall in love with him? Or worse, what if Hoseok didn't fall in love with Jimin...?

It was a recipe for anxious disaster.

Hoseok was the one to speak first, in a genuinely happy voice.

"Hello, Jimin."

Jimin smiled against his shoulder.

"Hello, Hoseok," he answered back.

The silence that pressed in wasn't awkward, just simply comforting. The two had undoubtedly been through a lot today, and they were each going to have to take a lot of time to get used to this sudden alteration of their lives.

"It's been far too long," Hoseok groaned, shifting a little away from Jimin to get a good look at his face. "I was certain you were dead..."

Jimin smiled sadly at the rememberance of how devastated he felt, believing he was soulmateless. Now there was finally hope, his heart could hardly contain his happiness.

Jimin laughed a little, Hoseok watching him. "Where do we even start? Where do we go from here?"

Hoseok's eyes were a little glazed over, looking oddly in awe directly at Jimin. "You have such a pretty laugh," he whispered disbelievingly. "How did I get so lucky? Fuck, you're attractive."

The taller then threw his head back with a groan, Jimin feeling shy as he curled in on himself with a blush.

"You're not so bad yourself," Jimin admitted, looking (looking!) down at his hands in his lap.

Hoseok chuckled, shaking his head. He had a lovely voice, bright and kind. "You haven't seen more than, like, two faces though," he accused.

"I can just tell," Jimin giggled. "And looks really aren't all that important."

The shorter let out a squeak of shock when the other suddenly sprung forward to nuzzle into his neck. Hoseok liked to move fast, it would seem. "Easy for you to say," the smile could be heard in Hoseok's voice. "You're gorgeous."

At this, Jimin craned his neck back and over his shoulder to face the dance studio mirror, less than two feet away from him. Surprise coursed through his veins. That was...him in the mirror. That was what he looked like.

Jimin tilted his head at himself, watching as the mirror copied every movement. It was mesmerizing, and when Hoseok lifted his head to see what the shorter was doing, Jimin was fascinated in the contrast between their faces.

In comparison to Hoseok, Jimin's eyes were much more droopy, heavily hooded. His lips were much thicker, plump and shiny, and his frame looked much smaller, especially his hands.