artistry [yoonmin au]

7. em•bod•i•ment(n.)

embodiment (n.)
°a tangible or visible form of an idea, quality, or feeling.

[yoongi f.p.]

     jimin was a fine specimen in yoongi's eyes. he'd never spoken a bad word about him. except for his harmless teasing here and there.

     they'd already eaten dinner and he was letting jimin shower up when he decided to put their clothes and belongings inti the chest of drawers in the master bedroom of the old house, making sure to put some fresh sheets on the bed. he was nervous on the inside, endlessly tidying up what he could.

      as he was placing jimin's belongings into a drawer, yoongi caught sight of jimin's notebook (sketchbook). he knew he wasn't supposed to open it. he knew that. opening jimin's notebook (sketchbook) was like reading his personal diary, which yoongi didn't know if he had or not.

      so, yoongi stared blankly at the notebook (sketchbook) for a good five minutes.

      then, he decided to put it down, setting it on the foot of the queen sized bed they'd be sleeping on. privacy was very important to yoongi. he was a many of very little secrets, but the ones he had—well, he'd hoped that jimin would find out about them when he chose to tell him.

     jimin peeped his head out of the bathroom door, yelling down the hall to yoongi. "y-yoongi!.."

    "what is it?" yoongi asked, slightly concerned.

     there was a hesitant pause before jimin spoke again. "ah...nevermind,"

     "w-" before yoongi could finish, jimin shut the door.

     he sighed and laid down on the bed. he started to think to himself. he started to form words in a syllabic rhythm.

     unwanted.
     erratic, uncontrollable, fear.
     desired.
     warmth, affection, stability.
     obtained.
     perfection, ideality, exemplarity.
     nearly impossible to find in one place,
     yet here it is.
     in one single being.
     in one soul.
     the embodiment of artistry itself|

     yoongi stopped tying on his phone when he felt a person crawling to straddle his lap. "jim-jam?" yoongi asked, slightly familiar to the skinship. he didn't know what to do with his hands so they just stayed suspended in the air beside jimin.

      jimin noticed this and gently grabbed yoongi's hands and placed them on his waist. yoongi started rubbing his hands up and down jimin's waist.

     "hi yoongi," jimin slightly waved at him, smiling brightly. "what are you doing?"

     "looking at art." yoongi answered and suddenly sat up to bury his head in jimin's neck. he placed small kisses on his neck and breathed in his scent.

      jimin sighed deeply, "h-hey yoongi..." jimin said, closing his eyes in bliss as yoongi hummed into his neck. "i-i think you should stop this i-if you think it's only platonic because-because i-"

      "only platonic? jimin do you do this type of a thing with all your friends?" yoongi questioned, slightly concerned.

      "wh-what? no. only you." jimin's breathing was labored by now, his hands gripping at yoongi's shoulders and hair. "i-i thought we were already dating at first b-but tae told me that it had to be verbally spoken."

     "i didn't assume we were dating," yoongi said. "but i never doubted for a moment that we would end up like this. you know, jimin. i think i have a dependency. i think i'm dependent on you. you've been a very important part of my life lately, in these past few months." yoongi moved his mouth from jimin's neck to his jaw.

     "i want- i want you to be my boyfriend, yoongi. we don't have to change anything we do, but i think a label would be very comforting. y-you know?" jimin said, his cheeks getting pinker and pinker by the second.

      "well, jimin, i want you to be my boyfriend, too. i don't think i'd want anyone else." yoongi said, softly.
     
     "i-if i'm pressuring you or something-" jimin started, short of breath as  yoongi tenderly kneaded his sides.

     "you aren't pressuring me at all. know that." yoongi continued to kiss his slightly pudgy cheeks, feeling them get firmer as jimin giggled in delight. "god- jimin, you're my life's dream and more." yoongi said, nuzzling his nose into jimin's neck.

     "a-am i really?" jimin asked. and yoongi nodded his head.

     the two boyfriends stayed that way for a while. just breathing. existing together.

      "hey, jimin?" yoongi asked. "how do you know taehyung?"

      "oh- he lived in busan for a few years during middle and high school." jimin explained. "our parents go way back to like- like the seventies." yoongi nodded and let jimin continue. "tae and i we- we've been best friends since he used to visit all the time on weekends and breaks in elementary school. i'm older than him by three months. we didn't start talking to jungkook until our...second year of high school. we were only a year ahead of him. h-he skipped up a grade in like kindergarten so he thinks he's some type of genius or something. he goes to the high school connected to the college. jungkook and i- we moved here together."

     "wow...that's really cool...how you guys have just known each other forever." yoongi said, looking up at jimin who was still seated on his lap.

      "oh, yeah, i guess. i hope we'll know each other forever too, yoongi." jimin said, smiling brightly.

       "hey, jimin. are you done with my portrait yet?" yoongi asked. jimin looked around nervously and bit his lip.

      "a-actually...um," jimin carefully climbed off of yoongi's lap to grab his notebook (sketchbook). yoongi subconsciously frowned at the loss of contact as jimin returned to sit next to him.

      jimin didn't say a word, be just opened his notebook (sketchbook) and let yoongi look for himself. "god, jimin... why didn't you show me sooner..? this is amazing..."

      "they're just drawings of you. if they look good, you have yourself to thank." jimin said, pinching yoongi's cheek.

     "jimin...what's this?" yoongi asked, turning the notebook (sketchbook) to show jimin a very detailed drawing of him in a loose blouse and tight black skinny jeans, a choker gracing his neck and his hand tied behind his back. hickeys and bruises littering his exposed chest.

      "i have a tendency to draw what's on my mind." jimin said with an eyebrow raised. "why? do you not like it?"

     "no, i love it. i just didn't think you saw me this way." yoongi said, smirking slightly , setting the notebook (sketchbook) down.

     "well, i do." jimin said and pecked yoongi's lips.

      "good to know this whole ordeal isn't one-sided, then." yoongi said and kissed jimin more intensely, holding his waist firmly. as if it was his covenant to never let him go.

      and it was.