#pjminies

yoongi has been hiding from this, from him, for what feels like weeks when in reality, it’s only been a couple of days. six days at most. he couldn’t contain the emotions stirring inside him any longer, churning around and around in an endless cycle, making the older want to vomit from all the stress it was causing. he knew from the get-go how horribly in love he was. so utterly, and hopelessly in love that it hurt to even think about how much love he had stored within. 

it’s felt like months to min yoongi when he appears in front of park jimin’s doorstep one sunday morning, chewing on his bottom lip like the nervous wreck he is, because after all, he is not what everyone, even himself, thinks and claims that he is. no, he is not a cold hearted, self-absorbed jerk. he has feelings too, regardless of the front that he puts up to the world. 

years. it feels like years when the door finally swings open, revealing the sleepy orange-haired kid that he adores so much rubbing at his eyes. the sight causes yoongi’s beating heart to swoon, almond eyes softening at the edges. jimin is fully awake by the time he notices who the piece of shit is that came knocking at nine o’ clock in the morning, and yoongi doesn’t notice the hug that knocks the air out of his lungs coming until it happens. 

he hears the quiet sobs and feels (because he’s been feeling too many things at too many times recently) the tears that fall onto the crook of his neck, it takes everything in him not to cry along. “i’m sorry, jimin, i’m so sorry for keeping away,” is all he manages to croak out. the boys cling onto each other, not once the thought of making a scene outside in the hall crossing their minds. 

it’s not until jimin replies softly, “but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” 

he notices the change in jimin’s mood when he stops asking him silly questions while working on some homework. it’s quiet for a few moments, then yoongi hears a hushed whisper above his scribbling pencil, a whisper that his hearing doesn’t quite catch. 

the scribbling halts, pencil now placed somewhere beside the white homework sheet. spinning the chair around, the older reaches out to cup his sad-appearing boyfriend’s face. “repeat what you said, baby?” 

with a huff, jimin slowly repeats, “i am terrified i will never find another love like ours.”

yoongi’s eyes soften at the corners, noses nuzzling before pressing his lips against the younger’s. the kiss is short and sweet, fitting for the situation. rubbing soothing circles into his cheeks, a vibrant smile spreads across his own. 

dream 그대의 창조와 삶의 끝에 함께 하리 

min yoongi has two dreams. 

one: produce music until his fingers stiffen and his body no longer can handle being in one spot for consecutive hours at a time. heaven knows he’ll keep going when that happens.

two: be with jimin until death parts them, hold his hand when his own is old and wrinkly and allow him to kiss his sagging, droopy face. 

dream 그대의 자리가 어딜지라도 관대 하리

jimin has his own aspirations to achieve, ones that yoongi welcomes and supports unconditionally. when the days become harder, the younger can count on him to seep away dissatisfaction or frustration with quiet encouraging words, cuddles, and forehead kisses. 

dream 결국 시련의 끝에 만개하리 

nothing in this cruel world is easy. there are continuous hardships that are faced everyday, but they’re far from succumbing to the darkness. far from being pitiful quitters. 

after all, rome wasn’t built in a day. 

dream 시작은 미약할지언정 끝은 창대하리

yoongi and jimin are dreamers. 

the studio is quiet when yoongi is alone, namjoon and hoseok not being there to create destruction and chaos. he’s working on a mix when he notices his phone lights up from the corner of his eye. it tempts him to stop doing what he’s doing. a break is way overdue anyhow. without clicking on it, he reads the kakao message from his screen. 

✉ frm jiminnie : i miss sleeping with you

it’s way too unexpected. jimin’s known to be clingy, but even so, his words make his heart clench, a rosy blush spreading to his cheeks. he finally clicks onto the message, fingers typing away. 

✉ to jiminnie  : what am i, a pillow pet? 

he begins to nervously chew on his lower lip as he types the next message.

in moments like these, yoongi can confirm that soft jimin is his favorite jimin of all time. he can’t help watch him with an adoring look that screams ‘i’m in love with this kid what the fuck.’ grunting in response, the said enamored pink haired grandpa climbs onto the other’s bed, comfortably taking spot right next to him. an arm wraps around his frame, face tucking itself into the crook of jimin’s neck. warm. warm like sunshine on a cold autumn day. 

“is your day better now?”

yoongi’s face is red all over due to rage taking over, his hands are balled into fists, knuckles whiter than his already pale skin tone. he dangerously clicks his tongue, once, twice, trying to keep himself contained from yelling at a highly offended, questioning jimin. he’s dropped him to his breaking point, and it takes everything in yoongi not to turn away from this once again because he’s tired. 

tired of feeling like he’s losing jimin to someone else. before she came into the picture, everything was fine between them. they coexisted together with no problems, it was merely yoongi and jimin, jimin and yoongi. 

“all you do is cancel plans on me at the last minute. if this friendship is over, just say so. if i’m not considered an important person in your life anymore, just fucking say so, jimin, so i don’t have to lament on something that’s already seems dead.” 

the younger merely gapes back at him, only to close his mouth. as if everything said made him speechless. they stare at each other as jimin says nothing, can’t come up with anything to say. 

“nothing, huh? no damn explanation. alright then.” 

“hyung please–” 

yoongi is tired, and can’t keep up with this anymore. shutting his eyes, he turns his back to the one he loves most, hurt written all over his pretty face.