Desi Yoonminers, just imagine, Yoongi with his long black hair that he rocks right now, with a snug fit white T (that he wore when they met meghan), guitar in hand!
Jimin with his crescent shaped merch earrings sitting next to him on a summer's evening,
It is a Sunday morning.
The sun shines brightly, brighter than usual.
And Yoongi thinks it is a good sign because it's winter and he could enjoy a little warmth.
He walks over to his chair, set on the entrance of the house and sits on it.
A house he and Jimin share, a home of their own.
He tries to play some tunes, but somehow he doesn't know what song he wants to play.
As the wind blows, and the fresh air hits his face, he is reminded of his favourite person.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺.
If it can be called as one. It was all because he forgot to wash the dishes and Jimin got mad at him.
And it would not have turned into a fight if he had not argued back when Jimin was scolding him.
But no matter how many days have passed or how many are about to come…
𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
There is something about Jimin that makes Yoongi think that talking is better than silence.
And it is not like that with anyone else…
𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬.
The younger's presence makes him spurt out things at any situation.
Even when they are not with each other and just texting.
Even when they are apart from each other, Yoongi texts him like the whole world depends on his texts.
Types out everything like every detail as if he is saying it and not just messaging them.
Waits for the other reply to his texts, keeps looking at his phone for the particular notification.
Gets irritated when notifications pops up and it is from someone else.
Even switches off the data of the phone to switch it on again in the very next second, miraculously hoping that there will be a message from Jimin, if he does that.
Smiles like a teenager when Jimin replies back. Cups his own cheeks when he feels them getting hot and red.
He is not completely a believer but-
𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥.
And he knows it.
He knows it, that is why the first thing he did after waking up was to wash the dishes. Cleaned the whole kitchen and even made hot chocolate and left it beside the bed for Jimin.
Now he sits in front of the morning sun and tries to sing something, but it is as if his words are lost.
As if someone stole all his words and is keeping them away from him, so that he does not voice it out.
And then only he hears footsteps, as someone walks to him from behind.
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥.
He turns to see the younger, walking over to him with a chair in one hand and the other one holding the cup of hot chocolate. To sit beside him.
His heart skips a beat when Jimin sits beside him.
This will also remain constant no matter how much time passes.
𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴…
He feels his heart doing that weird little thing when Jimin finally looks at him.
Jimin looks at him, his hair dishevelled, lips set in a pout and eyes blinking repeatedly-
-as they watch Yoongi.
"What are you playing, Hyung…?"
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴… 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦...
"Nothing…" Yoongi replies back softly, trying not to startle Jimin as the other is very much in his sleepy state.
"Mhmm…" Jimin says and turns around to look at the open field before them. "I called Taehyung to ask about the kids and see if they are bothering both of them or not…"
Jimin then excitedly turns to Yoongi to say, "He told me that they kept the kids busy the whole night by playing video games with them. And…"
"Today he left them with Namjoon hyung, Jin Hyung and Hobi hyung to go for a picnic as his husband has promised to keep him busy tonight!"
"Eww gross!" Yoongi says making a face and Jimin laughs loudly. "I do not need to hear about Taekook's bedtime stories!"
At that, Jimin laughs so loudly that his whole body starts shaking with laughter and Yoongi automatically holds the other by his forearm because he knows that otherwise, the other would fall.
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴.
He notices the earrings that Jimin is wearing.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦.
His favourite one.
The song comes to his lips, instantly.
He starts playing a tune when Jimin calms down and notices how the latter looks in his direction.
He can feel Jimin's eyes on him as he hums a tune.
He tries to look at Jimin but Jimin hugs him from the side, face so close to his neck that he can't look at Jimin to see his reaction.
'𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝑨𝒎 𝑨𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑼𝒔𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆…'
He plays the guitar, a smile on his face as he looks ahead.
'𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖…'
'𝑶𝒉, 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓! 𝑰 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖
𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖-'
He stops abruptly as he feels a soft kiss on his cheek.
Just a press of lips against his cheeks but Yoongi's heart picks up speed.
"Getting quite romantic early in the morning, my husband…?"
Jimin softly whispers to Yoongi's ear, voice full of shyness.
"I see your face and words find me easily…" He says and looks at Jimin.
"It is like all my words and the songs they turn up to, are about you. All my songs are about you, my husband…"
"Ishh…" Jimin swats Yoongi's arm lightly at the words and turns his face to the other side to hide the redness of his face.
Yoongi stands up and places the guitar on the chair. He then came to stand in front of Jimin.
Jimin looks at his husband, standing in front of him. "What…?"
"Will you fancy a dance with me, my husband…?" The other asks with his hand outstretched for Jimin to take it.
Jimin looks at Yoongi in surprise for a few seconds before he holds the other's hand and stands up-
Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin's waist as Jimin has his own arms around Yoongi's neck.
𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.
"You don't initiate dancing that much, then why this gesture…?"
"You make me do a lot of things, I never thought I would ever be doing…"
"Shut up!" Jimin shrieks at Yoongi.
"But there is no music, so how are we going to dance?"
And Jimin knows that it is stupid.
He knows that if he asks then Yoongi will definitely say something sappy and he can actually save himself from the extra blush on his cheeks, if he does not ask, but-
"In my head."
Jimin asks in a mocking tone.
"What? You think I don't have these songs playing in my head whenever I am with you?"
His face is sincere when he says,
"There is always music around me when you are with me. And even when you are not… I write them down on a piece of paper."
Jimin feels speechless.
He feels speechless because no matter how many times Yoongi says that the other is not good with words, he always manages to say things like these to prove otherwise.
He makes Jimin feel speechless with just a few words.
And Jimin wants them.
He cherishes them. He wants to hear them everyday. He wants to feel those words around his skin, every single day of his life.
He wants Yoongi to whisper those words to him, whenever he feels a little low. Whenever the doubts regarding his own self, clogs his mind.
He wants to hear those words.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮…
His heart feels mushy when he realises that Yoongi will be there to say those words to him.
He looks at Yoongi as they move to the music of their own.
Feels the chilly wind hitting on their faces and gets close to one another. Their foreheads touch in the process.
Yoongi smiles when Jimin starts singing the same song that he was singing before.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.
He smiles big when Jimin puts his head on his shoulder when the blush starts to form on the younger's face, yet again.
Their bodies pressed together as Jimin sang and Yoongi hummed the tune.
"I love you…"
Jimin says as he presses a kiss on Yoongi's neck.
"I love you too…"
Yoongi says and kisses Jimin's ear and his earring.
𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏…
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