Remember

Tell me

The brown haired man walked down the length of stairs to see the amazing man himself, his husband, cooking breakfast. An apron was wrapped around his slim waist, the shirt already taken off from the previous night and a subtle hickey present on the left side of his neck. Yoongi admired him from a distance, loving the way his husband's silver hair swayed as he carefully cut up the toast perfectly before turning back to the stove.

"Morning Chim," Yoongi smiled, walking up to him. Jimin looked up at him, grinning slightly.

"I see you're still naked," he laughed. Yoongi looked down, noticing a slightly erected penis from the cold air between his legs.

"Is it a problem?" Yoongi questioned. Jimin just shrugged, his eyes creasing as he gave him a genuine smile.

"Not really. Just figured you might be cold," he said, placing the plate of hot food in front of him. "Eat up. We have plans for today."

"Do we?" Yoongi asked, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth. "I didn't realize."

"Kind of last minute," Jimin told him, sitting himself beside Yoongi. "I wanted to do something special today since you aren't writing your music."

Right.

"Are you allowed to tell me where I'm being dragged?" Jimin looked at Yoongi shoving another spoonful of rice into his mouth before adding the kimchi to it, not even afflicted by the question he just asked.

"Dragged?" Jimin repeated, slightly annoyed. "I'm not dragging you. You're not even allowed to say that until you know where we're headed." Yoongi shrugged.

"Is it that important? I was kind of hoping I could stay in today and sleep," Yoongi groaned. Jimin frowned, setting his chopsticks down.

"Come on Yoon," Jimin pouted sadly, hoping to guilt Yoongi into listening to him. "Me and you rarely ever go out anymore!"

"Jimin, I'm really tired. Can we do this some other time?" Yoongi closed his eyes, completely opposing the idea of leaving his bed for another minute. "I promise I'll make it up to you, yeah?"

"But I want us to do this," Jimin swallowed, his throat tightening as he felt tears about to slip his eyes. Yoongi stayed silent, finishing his food before standing up. Jimin's eyes followed Yoongi as he set his plate in the sink before going upstairs again. Jimin's eyes were large and glossed, assuming Yoongi wanted nothing to do with him today. As much as he wanted to respect that, he couldn't being the sensitive man he was.

"I'll get ready then, okay?" Yoongi's voice said from the stairs. A smile spread to Jimin's face and he quickly finished up his food as well and followed Yoongi up to their shared bedroom.

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"Jimin," Yoongi whined. "It's been 1 hour, where the fuck are you taking me?" Jimin scoffed, not daring to take his eyes off the road for even a second.

"Calm down and wait patiently," Jimin answered, adding a thumbs up to convince him cutely before taking Yoongi's hand and holding it in his own. Yoongi's stiff body softened feeling the heat of Jimin's hand against his. The rest of the ride was silent. Yoongi had eventually begun to fall asleep. Jimin let go of his hand, sliding it back onto Yoongi's lap before returning both of his hands to the steering wheel. A sharp turn woke Yoongi up as the car halted to a stop. "We're here Yoongs," Jimin smiled. Yoongi groaned and looked outside the car window. His eyes adjusted to a familiar view and land mark. He turned to look at Jimin who just had a smile plastered on his face. Jimin got out of the car, opening Yoongi's door as well for him to step out.

"Jimin..." Yoongi frowned. "Why... why are we here?" Jimin grabbed Yoongi's upper arm, pulling him towards the entrance gate. Yoongi harshly pulled away, walking back towards the car. "Jimin, I don't want to do this. I don't want to be here. You know that."

"Why?" Jimin desperately asked. "We haven't come here a single time together and that's pretty fucking horrible of you as a human to do. Especially since we never showed up to the- what are you doing?" Yoongi attempted to open the car door only to find it was already locked. Jimin shook the keys that he held in his hand, the jingling echoing back to Yoongi's ears, almost in a mocking way. "I have the keys. Come with me and just stay for even just a few minutes," Jimin offered. "Please."

"You can go alone," Yoongi stubbornly walked towards the front of the car and jumped onto it before setting himself on the roof. "I'm not going." Jimin sighed. Yoongi looked up at the dull sky, his hair tickling his neck as he leaned his neck further back to watch the clouds slowly move across the gray sky. "Looks like it might rain soon..." he mumbled quietly to himself. "Rain..." He continued to stare at the sky while Jimin eyed him sadly, watching as Yoongi lay on his back to get a better view of the morning sky. Jimin's voice then cut through the brutal silence.

"You just... you never told me what happened," he frowned. "Ever since we got married, and even long before that, you've been awfully quiet about this place. About... him. I've spoken to you about all of my past relationships Yoongi; then and now. I think it's time for closure. If you talk about it, it'll feel like you're finally letting go of the past and hopefully you'll open up to me more about other things after this. That's why I brought you here." Yoongi, although staring far off into the sky, listened carefully to what Jimin had to tell him. "I'm here for you, okay? You've been distant and I want you to be able to be open with me." Without letting his ego get the best of him furthermore, Yoongi jumped off the car and gave Jimin a kiss on the cheek.

"Fine," he lightly mumbled. Jimin smiled before engrossing Yoongi into a tight hug.

"Tell me there," he said, pointing off into the field where a memorable tree for the both of them stood. Yoongi nodded, slightly shivering. He couldn't tell if it was because of the chilly air this morning or the fact he was going to tell his entire past love story to the man he currently loved.

Or so he wanted to believe he loved him.