Jimin looked at him fondly, kissing his lips softly, eventually resting his head on his shoulder, watching the video that he hadn't watched in almost a year. "I think he would have been happy for me. For us. Happy to know that I was strong enough to carry on, to allow someone to love me."
Yoongi leaned over, gently kissing the top of Jimin's head. "I'm sure he is happy for us, baby."
"I like when you call me that. It reminds me of the day you came tearing into my house, into my life, cleaning up both."
Jimin lifted his head and grasped Yoongi's hand."Let's go to bed."
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FanfictionSuper short story (just about 1,000 words) about a man who was lost in grief but found healing
