[yoonmin au]

"I told the moon about you, you know?"

"Me?"

Yoongi nods. "There's this pretty boy with stars in his eyes who keeps breaking my heart."

Jimin laughs. "And what did the moon say?"

"Let him."

tags:
— friends with benefits
— slight nsfw
— angst…? Hahahahahahahah
— open but happy ending ^^

this is a rendition of my existing namjin fic that was born while i was listening to Aleph's No One Told Me Why (for some reason??) anyway, enjoy! https://open.spotify.com/track/4p2F176QbCzx8tyxwGmpym

The dawn will forever be Yoongi's second favorite sight.

The first, without a doubt, is Jimin's peaceful face right before he wakes up. For some reason, Yoongi finds him the prettiest like this, with strands of hair falling over his eyes and freckles on his bare skin.

Gently, he runs his thumb across Jimin's cheek, right where the sunlight hits.

Soft. Always so soft.

"Hyung?" Jimin whimpers, eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Mhm?"

"What time is it?"

"Ten to seven."

Jimin groans, pulling the blanket over his head. "Wake me up at seven?"

Yoongi chuckles. "Can you even fall asleep in ten minutes?"

"Watch me."

Yoongi gets up from the bed. Knowing how stubborn Jimin can be, there's no point in trying to convince him ten minutes wouldn't make a difference. Instead, he heads to the kitchen to make some coffee, something he knows would wake Jimin up faster and better.

In any other circumstances, Yoongi would have made breakfast. He isn't the best at cooking, but living alone has forced him to at least fry some eggs and toast breads without burning them. But Jimin is here, and him and Jimin, well, they don't do breakfasts.

"Rule number one," Jimin had said in between kisses. "No strings attached." His hands reached down to undo Yoongi's belt and dragged his pants off in one jerk. "Meaning no jealousy, no fights, no obligation to reply to texts whatsoever."

"Mhm," Yoongi hummed. "What's rule number two?"

Jimin pulled away for a second to catch his breath and undid Yoongi's buttons one by one. "No breakfasts."

Yoongi chuckled. "No breakfasts?"

Jimin nodded. "Staying the night is okay, but breakfasts are a big no."

"Why not?"

"Too intimate."

"And 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 isn't?"

"This," Jimin tugged on the band of Yoongi's briefs, "is just sex. Let's not make it complicated, yeah?"

Yoongi complied. It wasn't exactly easy to say no to the man who had your erection in his hand.

So no breakfast. Coffee though, they'd decided, is acceptable. Coffee is where they draw the line.

The bait seems to be working, because Yoongi can hear a soft grunt coming from the bedroom as soon as he pours hot water over the V60.

"Is that coffee I smell?"

Yoongi smiles. "Want some?"

"Only if I can have it in bed." Jimin falls back on the bed with a soft thud.

Yoongi walks back into his bedroom with two cups, the same ones they always use. "Don't spill it." He hands one to Jimin, making sure the younger has a tight grip on it before letting it go.

"Would you kill me if I do?" Jimin smirks before taking a sip.

Yoongi sits down next to him, taking a sip of his own. "I would make you do laundry."

Jimin chuckles. "You're too nice."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. "Do you want me to be less nice?"

Jimin shakes his head, smiling. "That's your problem: you can't even if you try."

❀

Some nights, sleep doesn't come easy.

Usually, Yoongi would light one up from his emergency stash, but he doesn't want to risk waking Jimin up with the smell of smoke—he 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 it—so he just goes out to the balcony and stares into the night.

The moon is full tonight. It reminds him of the first night he saw Jimin on his balcony—two rooms apart from his—his caramel skin almost glistening under the moonlight. It was the beginning of many stolen glances and longing gazes. And now he's here, fast asleep in Yoongi's bed.

Funny how life works.

Yoongi turns his head at the sound of the door sliding open only to find Jimin leaning on the doorframe, a blanket draped over his shoulders.

"What are you doing up?" Jimin rubs his eye.

"Talking to the moon." Yoongi says. It recently dawned on him that his voice would go lower and much softer when he speaks to Jimin. For some reason. "Aren't you cold?"

"Not really." Jimin shrugs. "What are you guys talking about?"

"You."

"Me?"

Yoongi nods. "Was telling her about this beautiful guy with stars in his eyes who keeps breaking my heart."

Jimin laughs, draping his arms around Yoongi's neck, the blanket falling off his shoulders. "And what did the moon say?"

"Let him."

❀

The first leaves of Autumn were falling when Yoongi went to Kabinett. It has become his favorite downtime recently, going to galleries and just spending hours after hours pondering, something he picked up from Joon. Some people might find it a bore, but to him, it's cathartic.

When he thinks, the world stops. And sometimes, that’s exactly what he needs.

The gallery was almost empty when Yoongi got there. Not a surprise, considering it was a Tuesday night and that it was, well, an art gallery.

All the better for him.

Yoongi took his time strolling alone, stopping in front of every painting to really immerse himself in the artist's point of view. What were they trying to convey? Was there any hidden meaning behind the strokes, or were they meant to be perceived as they are?

These questions swirled inside Yoongi's head when a voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

"Don't think too much about what it might portray; Art doesn't have to be about anything to be good."

Yoongi turned to the side to see a man almost as tall as him, raven-haired and almost a work of art himself. Yoongi's eyes widened, knowing that side profile way too well.

It's the man from his balcony.

"Park Jimin, curator." The man smiled, bowing a little. Yoongi noticed the way his eyes disappeared into crescents. "You seem to come here a lot."

Yoongi almost stuttered, cold sweat forming on his palms, but was fortunately able to regain his composure before he spoke. It would be embarrassing to lose his cool on their very first meeting.

"Min Yoongi, a mere visitor," Yoongi managed to say. "How'd you know?"

"There aren't many people around," Jimin said. "And I would certainly remember the only face who would come here every week."

Yoongi grinned sheepishly. "Pardon my definition of fun."

Jimin gulped. He leaned forward with his hands clasped behind his back and lowered his voice when he said, "Well then, since you seem to appreciate art so much, how would you like to 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 the art?"

Yoongi could feel his face heating up, his blood rushing faster and his heart thumping hard against his ribcage. But he didn't want to jump into conclusions, not when this seemed a little too good to be true.

"Excuse me?"

Jimin smiled, this time with less innocence. He slipped a card into Yoongi's front pocket and said, "I get off work at eight. Call me then."

❀

Somewhere between Jimin's sweet voice and his ebullient laughter, Yoongi fell in love.

He can't pinpoint the exact moment, but if he had to, it would be that one morning when they were having coffee as per usual before they had to leave for work, and Jimin had laughed at a video of a cat in Tupperware, floating on a pool. Just their morning routine.

Usually, Yoongi would ask to see the video and laugh along with him, but this time, he only stared at him with his mouth hung agape, relishing how fucking 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 Jimin looked basked in the morning sun.

Just like how time seems to stop when he’s looking at those paintings in the gallery, it too seems to stop when Jimin laughs.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jimin noticed his lack of reaction.

"You're gorgeous," Yoongi deadpanned.

"Did you put sugar on your coffee today?" Jimin frowned, looking into Yoongi’s cup.

"What? You didn't complain when I called you pretty last night."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "That was—"

"Admit it, you have a praise kink."

Jimin threw a punch at Yoongi's chest, eliciting a laugh. "Oh, shut up."

So maybe it's the way he covers his face when he's shy, or how he laughs with his entire body like he’s not afraid to fall.

Maybe it's how soft his lips are in the morning, or the way Yoongi’s name rolls off his tongue like he was born to say it. All Yoongi knows for sure is that this isn't mere lust or infatuation and that he's fucked. Big time.

Yoongi already has his head underwater before he could realize it, and now he's drowning in his own feelings.

But Jimin doesn't do feelings.

Sometimes Yoongi wonders, how it would feel like to love Jimin in broad daylight. Not just in the sheets, at night with the moon as their sole witness.

He wonders how it would feel like to come home to Jimin's warm embrace, to the smell of dinner being cooked. He wonders how it would feel to take their retrievers to the park every Saturday and fall asleep on each other's arms on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

But he always stops wondering the moment he remembers that Jimin doesn't want any of that.

Perhaps some things are better left as midnight fantasies.

❀

Yoongi wakes up to the voice of an angel singing. At least, that's how he imagines angels would sound like.

When his eyes flutter open, Jimin's face is close, too close. He can feel the younger’s breath fanning his nose.

"What time is it?" Yoongi groans, still unsure if he's really awake or if it's just a really vivid dream.

"I don't know, three?"

"Three?"

"Couldn't sleep." Jimin continues to card his fingers through Yoongi's hair and hums the same melody. "Sorry I woke you up."

"S'alright," Yoongi murmurs, eyes fluttering close again. "I don't mind."

"You're too nice," Jimin says in the softest voice, almost as if to himself.

"Would you prefer if I'm less nice?"

"Why do you care so much about my preference?"

"Because I love you," Yoongi blurts out.

"I know.” Jimin’s gaze softens. Yoongi wonders if it’s pity. “How else do you get your heart broken so many times?"

"Tell me you love me?" Yoongi slurs.

"And if I break your heart again?"

"The moon said I should let you."

Jimin sighs. "Stop wasting your time on me, hyung."

Yoongi snakes his arm around Jimin’s waist, pulling him closer. "Time I enjoy spending," he leaves a peck on the top of Jimin's head, "is not wasted."

"Hyung…" Jimin's voice cracks. "Remember rule number one?"

"Aren't rules meant to be broken?"

In Jimin's silence, Yoongi finds his answer.

"I'm sorry," Yoongi finally says, releasing Jimin's waist. "How 'bout a game of hide and seek?"

"A— what?"

"I'll close my eyes and count to ten."

"And I go hide?"

Yoongi nods faintly. He can feel his consciousness slipping away. "But I won't try and catch you if you hide."

"And if I don't want to?"

"Then stay."

❀

The bed feels cold when Yoongi wakes up.

Yoongi reaches to his left, to where Jimin usually sleeps, but that half of the bed is already empty.

So he left after all.

Waking up has never felt this heavy before. It's the same room and the same hour of the day and yet the morning hits different without Jimin's soft snore and his warmth next to him.

And even though this is how Yoongi had been living the twenty seven years before he met Jimin, he's gotten too used to the past seven months.

This isn't a break up, but for some reason, it hurts more than one.

Yoongi has to force himself to get off the bed. It's already a quarter past seven, and he needs to get ready for work. With the little willpower he has left, Yoongi drags his feet to the bathroom.

When he gets out of the shower, however, the room smells like something good: like coffee and fresh toasts and grilled sausages—something he never thought he would smell in the morning anymore. It smells like the home Yoongi has always dreamed of.

But then it hits him. It hits him 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥: he's not alone.

Yoongi dashes to the kitchen, to where the smell is the strongest. He can't believe his eyes when he sees an all too familiar figure standing there in his white shirt, way too big for his petite frame, a spatula in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

As always, the ray of sun from the kitchen window knows exactly where to hit.

"Jimin-ah?" Yoongi's breath hitches.

Jimin turns around and smiles. "Breakfast?"

— 끝

a/n: If you have read my other fics before, you'll notice that my endings are most of the time open for interpretations. It's because I believe a happy ending doesn't have to necessarily be a grandiose happily ever after.

Sometimes, it's as simple as getting what you want at the moment. We don't know what the future might hold, so I hope you can find happiness in the present too, in the little things, even if some might say it's superficial.

Thank you for reading! See you in another universe