XXI

There are a lot of moments Jimin considered wonderful.

One of them was when his parents bought him his first puppy pet; it was small brown ball of fluff in his arms. It had been Jimin’s 7th birthday and all of his friends and neighbors and even few of extended families who knew congratulated him after a lot more coos and pinched on his cherubic cheeks.

Or that one time back in Busan when he has to begrudgingly drag his out of bed because his annoying brother was knocking on his bedroom door at 4 in the morning, bashfully telling him he wants him to hear something he’s personally composed—an acoustic song. Jimin remember how wide awake he had been after the first chorus, humming along the unknown song and very, very proud.

Or that night before his flight to Seoul. His mother had asked them to go to the living room, finding his father and brother along with his mother already there and waiting for him. His nerves had been hysteric that time, meeting his father’s unreadable eyes before sitting at the other end of the sofa with his head down and clammy hands carefully tucked in between his knees. And his parents telling him to don’t forget to call home every Sundays when he arrive Seoul, smiling at him gently before saying they’re also accepting his gender preference and that he shouldn’t worry about it anymore.

They are all a wonderful memories and Jimin treasured them in his heart.

He had also seen wonderful things on television, though they’re all obviously scripted and not as sincere as what they’re trying to portray to the audience, he’d still found them worthy enough to be on his list of wonderful things. Also perks of being Taehyung’s best friend since diaper days. (He’s secretly added Taehyung’s cuddles and Seokjin hyung’s cooking and motherly ways in the said list, but was securely tucked on the furthest space so no one will know except him). (He also thinks the two already know about that and that it’s still very obvious even if he try to deny it).

And he wonders if his current situation could be added in the list. Even maybe snatched the first place.

There are warm hands cupping his cheeks, rubbing the delicate skin there with slow patterns of thumbs. He lets out a soft sigh, the other pressing firmly against him and letting his body melt.

He had already seen something like this on the countless of dramas and movies and even animes Taehyung had forced him to watch every weekend plenty of times; but being in the actual situation, Jimin realizes was entirely different.

Unlike what he had read on Namjoon hyung’s book (the older boy managed to persuade him onto reading them because this book is really good, Jimin. It’s sweet and light and I just know you’ll love it. Here, try reading them on your spare time. Namjoon hyung lied though; because if by sweet and light he meant crying his eyes out until he’s mutedly sobbing because he doesn’t want to wake Taehyung in the middle of the night then…) that there would be fireworks exploding behind your eyelids, flowers blooming around you, or clouds surrounding the both of you.

Instead, Jimin feels lightheaded, lungs burning and whole body literally aflame. He feel goosebumps decorating his arms and neck, blood rushing through his veins and heart thudding loudly against his ears that all he could hear were the ringing of his heartbeats and the weird small sounds occasionally slipping between his lips and Yoongi’s groan thereafter. He gasps when the older boy bit his bottom lip, hard, pulling it slightly using his teeth.

Jimin has never experienced something like this but it feels so so wonderful.

Yoongi gave his lip last nibble before properly pulling away, and just as breathless.

“Jimin,” Yoongi calls quietly, voice lower by an octave than his normal, raspy as he pants slightly, looking at the younger boy in front of him who still looks dazed. He can’t help the pride that immediately blooms in his chest as he watch Jimin slowly opens his eyes to look at him, eyes half-lidded