The ability to create animals from balloons was never one of the skills Yoongi thought he’d use in his life, and yet here he was buying Hobi’s favourite chips as a thanks for forcing him to learn making balloon animals.

They were in high school when Hoseok almost kicked his bedroom door down (Hobi had Yoongi’s house keys (what if you die from laziness in your room, how am I going to take your body out if I can’t open your door)) and started to enthusiastically tell him how he spent his month’s worth of pocket money to learn how to make animal balloons. Yoongi thought it was ridiculous but he stopped laughing as soon as Hobi shoved the balloon elephant in his face and told him he had to learn too (what if you won’t find a job as a musician? you can make balloons and sell them!!!). Yoongi tried to reason Hobi saying that he’s rather practice piano but Hobi was not a force to reckon with so after a very long half-an-hour Yoongi was sitting cross-legged on the carpet massaging his face after the red balloon burst right on his face.

After a week long practice Yoongi finally learned to make them. When he burst into Hobi’s room (he also had Hobi’s house keys; they were best bros like that) he looked like a proud father of a pink, elastic snake. Hobi was even happier. This unique skill was usually used only when Yoongi’s cousins were at their house and he got assigned to babysit them as his mum and aunt would go shopping. The kids adored his balloon animals and he loved seeing the amazement in their eyes as he was twisting the balloon.

After he got into college this skill became useless. Or so he thought, until he started to look for a part-time job in order not to starve to death. Being millennial huge balls. He spent a week or two trying to find anything but he was either too-qualified or unqualified. He was ready to do any kind of labor but even there he was not qualified enough, so he nearly gave up until one day a very hyper Jungkook basically run to his bed and gave him a flayer. Apparently the city zoo was looking for a person who was willing to wear a squirrel costume and walk around the city trying to make people visit it. The special skill part had the ability to make balloon animals bolded. No wonder Jungkook looked like he just save Yoongi’s life because he kinda did. Somehow that muscle pig managed to find a very nicely paid part-time job which not only required Yoongi’s very obscure talent, but also required wearing a mask thanks to which people wouldn’t see his face. A dream come true. He jumped off his bed and ruffled the guy’s hair and Jungkook, being his emo self, pretended he didn’t like it which both of them knew was a lie. So the next day Yoongi went to the zoo, passed his interview and got possibly the best part-time job he could ask for.

The job wasn’t as fun as it sounded. The kids sometimes would get scared and hide behind their mothers, the teens would make fun of his costume (it wasn’t his fault he had to wear it to survive capitalism also he dressed like that for kids not for them so they can it), his bathroom breaks took a lot of time as he had to nearly take off the whole costume, and most importantly it was hot as hell. Who even thought it was a good idea to make him wear a woolen costume in May? He’d have complained but he got 10$ a day so this time he’d it.

 

xxx

 

The heat today was more unbearable than usual. The sun was burning and he was glad he sprayed half of his deodorant in the morning or he’d smell like a dump. It was hell. Since the costume was very difficult to take off, he had a toilet break schedule and drank water once in an hour, which in this heat quickly turned into sweat and left him dry and thirsty. He was happy that at least he had a squirrel head on him or else the kids would see the awful grimace he had while twisting the balloons. There weren’t a lot of kids today per say; it was too hot to take kids outside. Wasn’t he someone’s kid too? Why did he have to suffer like this?

It was 5pm already but sun still burned like it had nothing better to do. Yes, he knows this didn’t make a lot of sense but his brain was both dry and sweaty so who cares. He looked around but still saw no one, so maybe he could go for a bathroom break and maybe grab a bottle of water on the way.

He was heading to the wending machine at the far end of the park. For some weird reason the wending machine was in one of the best hiding spots of the park. It was surrounded by trees and there was a bench right beside it. The branches of the trees made it impossible to know there was a machine if you didn’t know already. A very stupid place for a wending machine, a wonderful place for a break. So Yoongi, who at that time had taken off his mask (not that he was allowed to, but the park was dead), and headed to his favourite spot in the park. When he saw the wending machine he reached to take coins from his pocket and stopped for a few seconds. At that time he heard a faint sound. Could it be…?

He came closer to the wending machine, which was right in front of him and heard the sound more clearly. He was right. Someone was crying. He hid himself behind the tall oak tree and looked at the figure on the bench. It was someone very short (who he was to judge but still), and they had their face in their hands. From the person’s shoulders and cloths it had to be a boy. Well, not necessarily, but most likely. His sobs were muffled by his hand but were still heard loud and clear in that private spot in the park.

What was Yoongi supposed to do? He had no idea how to comfort people. Even Hobi had once said that he had the emotional spectrum of a dead goldfish and he was the leader of the Min Yoongi defense squad. He was bad at feelings. Should he just ignore it? He really, really wanted to be that person, but the boy’s pathetic sobs would haunt him in his nightmares if he left it at that. Damn him and his soft heart. It was in situations like this that he wished he was the savage, heartless person most people thought he was. Instead he was a soft loser who just couldn’t express himself.

The boy kept on weeping. Right, get yourself together. He should think of something to do, but what could he do? Maybe the boy wanted to be left alone, who was he to disturb him?

When for a few more seconds the boy still wept, Yoongi couldn’t handle it. He looked down as if being ashamed of himself for being an emotionally constipated idiot. An emotionally constipated idiot in a squirrel suit. Amazing. He looked ridiculous. But wait a minute...

This was either his best idea or the worst but it was all he had so let it be.

He jumped from behind the tree (not forgetting to put on the mask) and begun moving his hands and while singing ‘Cheer up baby, cheer up baby’. He was really glad he had a mask on or he’d die of embarrassment on the spot.

The boy flinched as he heard Yoongi’s very off-key singing. For a few seconds he was motionless and there was pure shock written on his face, but before Yoongi could finish singing the chorus, he heard a loud laugh. The boy was laughing. Hard. Yoongi finally opened his eyes (he had them close the moment he started dancing out of shame) he saw the boy nearly falling off the bench, crouched down with his arms holding his stomach. He started wheezing from laughing so much. It only encouraged Yoongi who finished the chorus and begun singing it again. He didn’t exactly know any other part of the song. Not the biggest fun of pop songs himself, but his bff Hoseok was a girl-group enthusiast so Yoongi knew the chorus and the dance.

The boy was still wheezing and for a moment Yoongi got worried the boy would laugh himself to death. He decided that although the boy’s laugh was cute, he needed to preserve at least some amount of dignity. So he sat on one knee with his hands under his chin and waited for the boy to calm down.

It took the boy a few seconds more, but he managed to calm himself down and started cleaning his tears off his face. Yoongi looked at his face and . It was Park Jimin. Park ing Jimin.

It was the Park Jimin on whom a certain someone had a crush for more than a year. The boy he first noticed when the latter threw a piece of bread at Jungkook who called him ‘mini Jiminie’. The boy had a red face maybe from anger, maybe for embarrassment, or maybe from both. Either ways something in him caught Yoongi’s attention. Up to this day he still didn’t know what it was – the boy’s very cute and round cheeks, or maybe his jet-black hair, which later started changing colour repeatedly, maybe his cute and soft voice in which he scolded Tae for spoiling Jungkook. Either ways ever since seeing the boy in the cafeteria Yoongi’s heart didn’t know peace. At first it wasn’t that bad. He’d sometimes see Jimin walk around the campus in a hoody and pair of jeans and his heart would do the thing which he’d of course ignore. Sometimes he’d stare at Jimin longer than necessary and when the boy would turn around as if sensing his eyes he’d pretend to be asleep. Sometimes he’d hear him sing during breaks or when the lecturer was late, because everyone loved Jimin and his voice and he’s sing in his angelic voice and Yoongi’s heart would do the thing with even more force than before so he’d have to turn his face away and pretend like he wasn’t listening or else everyone would notice how whipped he was.

Also Seokjin and Jungkook being cousins meant seeing Jimin in his friend group often which also didn’t help to get rid of the feelings. Of course, he was too much of a chicken to do anything and he almost never talked to the boy outside of usual hello’s and goodbye’s. He was afraid if he’d say more than a sentence he’d spill out his feelings so he pretended like he had none and that he didn’t enjoy being around the boy, which was a total and utter lie.

The boy was using his sleeves to clean the tears and snot and being the clean freak he was, he reached for his pocket and took a napkin from it. He came closer to the boy and wordlessly handed him the napkin. The boy looked up with round and surprised eyes before softly smiling up to Yoongi and taking the napkin. Yoongi made a very embarrassing sound at the back of his throat and he really wished the other didn’t hear it. Jimin had no business looking that good after crying. It was unfair and illegal.

“Thanks. For the napkin and for the dance,” said Jimin quietly.

“No problem. “

The mask made his voice sound different which was a blessing to him.  He felt like the lamer and poorer version of the Batman.

“Why were you crying?”

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he realized what he had asked. He really didn’t want to ask, because why would Jimin feel comfortable to share his problems with a person dressed as a squirrel? But thinking that someone or something made Jimin cry emptied out all the reason from his brain.

Jimin was silent as if thinking whether he should tell or not.

“It’s nothing big.”

“If it wasn’t so big you wouldn’t cry your eyes out and I wouldn’t embarrass myself like this.”

Jimin snorted.

“I wouldn’t call that embarrassing yourself. You were pretty good. An avid Twice stan?”

Jimin was obviously dodging the question, but if it helped him Yoongi didn’t mind.

“Not exactly. The best friend of an avid Twice stan.”

“Ah, I see.”

They went quiet; both not knowing what to say. It was all very awkward and very stupid.

Suddenly Jimin’s phone rang. He looked at the contact id and quickly got up.

“I gotta go. Thanks again for the napkin and for the dance.”

He directed one last smile to Yoongi before practically running.

Yoongi just stood there thinking if his life was some stupid weird sit-com.

 

xxx

 

The next day was even hotter than the day before. How was that even possible? Global warming; his brain supplied helpfully. Even if his work on workdays started at late afternoon he still felt like a hen in a grill. He hated his life.

The day was just like any other; making balloon animals and telling people to visit the zoo to see the new animals transported there. Well, it was until 5pm when Yoongi went to his scheduled bathroom/water break. And again when he was nearing the wending machine he saw Jimin on the bench. This time he wasn’t crying though. He was looking around as if waiting for someone and he had a small package in his small (and cute) hands. For a brief moment Yoongi thought Jimin came to see him, but then he calmed down because Jimin was a sweetheart he probably just came to thank him again. He really shouldn’t think too much about it. How can he expect Jimin to like him back without ever talking to him or even saying who he was. After all in, this situation, for Jimin he was the Cheer up dancing squirrel guy.

He put on the mask again and approached the boy. Jimin immediately saw him and beamed. Be still my weak heart whispered to himself Yoongi as he came closer to the sun himself.

Jimin stood up and handed to him the package in his hands.

“These are ice packs. Figured it’s very hot in this costume of yours.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder how nice his crush was. He made a very good choice even if it meant suffering.

“T-thanks.”

He didn’t know where the stuttering came but he had a lot of feelings for the boy ok.

He stood there not knowing what to do.

“Aren’t you going to use them? Maybe take off your mask and put them on your face?”

There was no way he was going to show Jimin his face.

“Um..it’s not hot,” he didn’t sound convincing even to himself.

“Really,” deadpanned Jimin.

Yoongi just shrugged.

“If you say so. I also bought some water for you. Or you are not thirsty either?” asked Jimin raising his eyebrows.

“Not thirsty at all,” a big lie from someone who came here to literally buy water.

“Why do you not let me see your face?”

Ah, here it was.

“Because my beauty would blind you.”

Jimin giggled at that.

“For real though.”

“Why do you want to see it?”

“I’d like to thank you face to face. Also it’s super weird to talk to a person and look at a woolen squirrel.”

“Well, at least it’s a good looking squirrel.”

“You are stubborn.”

“So are you.”

They were silent again. Then out of awkwardness Yoongi sat on the bench and so did Jimin.

“How did you find this place?”

Yoongi was never good at communication and/or staring conversations, but he could at least try if it came to Jimin. He’d do a lot of things when it came to Jimin.

“Did I intrude your slacking-off place?” asked Jimin with a smirk.

“I’d let you know that I’m the most responsible squirrel-dressed guy you’d ever meet.”

Jimin snorted and then, as if remembering the question, said;

“I found this place yesterday. I felt like crying but doing it in a public place is too much for my pride. So I tried to hold it together until I got home, but if I went home my friends would notice what was wrong and I really didn’t want to burden them, so I started to look for a private place to cry aka a toilet. When I went to the toilet, I noticed there was someone, so I started to look around and then I noticed the trees, so I thought that would do and when I came closer I saw this bench and I realized it was the best place to be pathetic.”

Jimin had a sad smile on his face and Yoongi really didn’t like it. Yoongi started wondering what made the boy so sad that he had to cry in a park but nothing came to his mind. As far as he knew Jimin was fine. He always looked fine and happy. Maybe it was a façade after all.

He was lost in his thoughts, when Jimin’s voice brought him back.

“Did I sound that pathetic that you don’t have a thing to say?” said Jimin half amused, half offended.

“No, no. It’s just I was thinking it must be hard having to hide your feelings from your friends.”

Jimin’s smirk disappeared.

“It’s not like I’m hiding. Not all the time. I have this reputation of the positive and happy guy everyone loves and mostly I’m like that but sometimes I have days when I’m not okay. I know I should talk to my friends and let them help me, but it just doesn’t feel right? I don’t want to burden them with my problems. They have their own. If I am sad, then who is going to make everyone else happy? I’d deal with my feelings like I’ve always done - on my own.”

Yoongi was speechless. He never knew this side of Jimin. Sure he new the boy wasn’t all laugh and happiness, but when he thought about it he had never seen him in a bad mood, never without a smile. And now hearing that the boy was dealing with his problems alone hurt him, because he knew what it was like. Yoongi always dealt with everything alone. That was what he was used to, how he functioned. He hated asking for help and he never did, but also never imagined Jimin was like that too.  He assumed that Jimin shared both positive and negative things with his friends, but it appears in some ways Jimin was as lonely as Yoongi was. It didn’t seem right. Yoongi hated thinking Jimin had to go through things he did; crying alone in his room and muffling his weeps, fake smiling, pretending that everything was alright. It was what Yoongi was supposed to do. Jimin was supposed to be always happy and cheerful. It wasn’t right.

“Sorry, I really shouldn’t tell you all this. I’m being ridiculous. I’ll just go,” quickly said Jimin standing up.

Yoongi had to say something but his mind was blank even when he grabbed Jimin’s hand.

Think, Yoongi, think.

“What…”

“You shouldn’t think like that. Your friends are your friends for a reason. They would understand that you also have your bad days. They would help you go through things and even if they can’t they’d give you a shoulder to cry on. You shouldn’t distance yourself from the people that care about you, kiddo.”

There were a lot of times Namjoon, Hoseok or Jin had said this to him, but he never listened. He really hoped Jimin would be cleverer.

Jimin looked at him awestruck. He looked ahead, then down, then again at Yoongi, clearly thinking about something to say. In the end he shook his head, as if the idea that came to him was stupid and said this instead;

“Kiddo. You sound just like someone I know.”

Of course Yoongi knew who he meant. Only he called Jimin ‘kiddo’ especially after Jimin lost some wait and gained some muscles. To Yoongi he was still that tiny, shy and cute boy that he first saw in cafeteria.

“Is that a nice person?”

Jimin thought for a second before a short giggle and later a smile appeared.

“When he feels like it.”

There was a certain affectionate tone in the way Jimin said it that made Yoongi’s tummy do a flip. Oh boy, he was so screwed.

 Jimin got a phone call again and again, after looking at the id, he said his goodbye and rushed off the park.

Yoongi was still sitting there with his mouth wide open.

 

xxx

 

Their third meeting happened in similar fashion. This time though, Yoongi was waiting for him and the boy didn’t disappoint as he was on the bench at 5pm. Yoongi couldn’t help but get his hopes up. At the same time he knew that Jimin was comfortable around him only because he didn’t know it was Yoongi under the costume. The Yoongi whose relationships never lasted more than a month because he never loved them enough, at least according to them. The Yoongi who always gave one-word answers to Jimin's questions. The Yoongi who bailed out ever time Jimin invited him to his house parties. He knew it was stupid to think there was a chance Jimin would like him back, but his heart was not as rational as his head.

This time, just like the other, there was something in Jimin’s hands. Again he stood up as soon as he saw Yoongi with a huge smile on his face.

 “The last time you didn’t use my presents, but this time have no choice. And don’t you dare to tell me you aren’t hot in there. I know you are.”

He pushed the tiny fan into Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi nearly cried from gratitude. It was so thoughtful of Jimin. He was in love with an angel.

“Thanks. I am in fact dying.”

He lifted his mask just a bit and the fan. Why had he never thought of buying one before?

Jimin giggled, before sitting down on the bench and Yoongi following him.

They sat in comfortable silence as Yoongi fanned himself while Jimin looked around.

“Oh, I nearly forgot something,” said Yoongi before rushing to the tree from where he observed Jimin the last two times. It wasn’t as creepy as it sounded.

He came back with a balloon teddy bear. Jimin’s eyes widened so much Yoongi got worried for him. He handed the balloon to Jimin and the boy squealed loudly.

“Oh my god!!! This is so cute!! Did you make this?”

Yoongi had often heard similar things from kids, but it never had the same effect as Jimin’s questions did. He never felt prouder.

“Of course. I’m a man of many talents.”

“Thank you so much…um, what’s your name?”

This was not the question Yoongi wanted to answer. As soon as he told Jimin, the thing they had going on (whatever it was) would come to an end and he really hated that thought.

“What’s yours?”

“Why do you always try to remain mysterious. Are you a serial killer or something?” asked Jimin amused.

“What if I am?” asked Yoongi equally amused.

“Just tell me your name. It’s not a national secret.”

He really had to after all the presents Jimin gave to him.

“Only if you tell me yours first.”

“Jimin.”

“Suga.”

Bless Hoseok and his stupid nickname for Yoongi.

“Suga? Is that even a real name?”

“The realist.”

Jimin farrowed his brows amusedly before shaking his head and leaving it at that.

“Maybe if I bribe you enough you’d finally show me your face.”

“Maybe.”

For some time the only sound was the buzzing of the tiny fan.

“You know, this thing really saved my .”

“I’m glad I could help. By the way when did you learn to make balloon animals?” asked Jimin looking down at the bear in his hands.

“I was forced to learn. My friend learned it and decided that it was a skill I also needed to acquire so he didn’t leave me alone until I studied it too. It came in handy when I found this job. “

“Do you like it?”

“Do I have to like my job? I don’t think there are many people that actually enjoy their jobs and right now I’m one of them. At least I know that this is temporal. I’ll do this until I won’t need the extra money. As soon as I graduate I’d look for a job in the field I actually like and know.”

“Which is?”

“Music,” said Yoongi with a smile.

“Oh, you study music? I’m majoring in dance.”

I know.

“Oh really? That’s cool.” Where is Yoongi's Oscar for best male performance?

Suddenly Jimin became gloomy.

“Can you find a job? In that field?”

Ah yes, the question.

“I don’t know. I don’t think anyone knows for sure they’d find one, unless they are some rich person’s spoiled brat. And even they can’t be sure their parent’s company won’t crush and they’d be left without a penny. The thing about the future is that no one knows what it has for you. Maybe I’d never find a job and die of hunger, maybe I’d become the most famous musician in the world, but I can’t know it now. Neither can the person who is studying finances or languages. None of us is promised something. We just have to blindly believe in ourselves and be as stubborn as we can.”

“What if it doesn’t work out?’ asked Jimin with an intimidated tone.

“Then you try to think of something else. The life doesn’t end as soon as your dream dies. It’s tough but sooner or later you’d move on and find something else you can enjoy doing. Your stubbornness should be towards being happy, not pursuing things that you can never reach.”

Jimin seemed to be in deep thought. Some time passed before he could speak again.

“To be honest this was the reason I cried that day. I always wanted to become a dancer, but everyone I knew told me I was being delusional. I spent years convincing my mum and dad that this was worth it and when I got into collage, I really worked hard. I spent hours in the dance studio; trying out every style, shaping every move correctly, starving myself so I’d loose weight quicker. But no matter how much I tried when my professor watched me dance he always said I lacked something. That day, the day we met, I had a showcase, or more precisely we were supposed to show our individual dances and the professor would choose who’d get to compete in a championship. I worked my of for that, but when I finished dancing my professor told me that I was mediocre at best, that no matter how much I worked, I’d never be good enough as the others, that I was trying in vain in the field that brought money only for the best.”

Jimin sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

“What’s his name?” said Yoongi standing up.

He’d beat the out of the person who made Jimin feel like this. Even if Jimin wasn’t that good (which wasn’t true) he had no right to tell his student something like that. It was a move.

“Why?”

“I want to give him flowers. What do you think? I’d beat the out of him until he apologizes to you.”

Jimin looked at Yoongi with an unreadable expression before shaking his head and pulling Yoongi back on his seat.

“Suga, chill. He isn’t worth it. Also if it changed anything, I’d have beaten him up sooner. He is a dickhead anyways so your beating wouldn’t change it. I just thought that he was right that I was trying in vain, that’s why I cried. He just voiced what I already thought.”

Yoongi didn’t know what obsessed him when he took Jimin’s tiny hands into his gloved ones.

“Look, you are talented. I’m sure your dancing is great and you should never listen to your professor. Just do your thing and enjoy it.”

Jimin was looking at him with wide eyes and it was doing things to his heart. Jimin stared at his eyes, which were barely seen through the balck veil.

“Aren’t you going to show me your face?’

“Why?”

“I want to do something.”

Yoongi’s cheeks flushed. Did Jimin imply what he thought he did? His heart was beating fast and he was sure Jimin could hear it.

Jimin was still staring at him with determination in his eyes he had never seen before. His hands reached the bottom of the mask before…

~Cheer up baby, cheer up baby~

Jimin mouthed a soft ‘for ’s sake’ before taking the call. A bunch of ‘yes'’s and ‘okay'’s were heard before he ended the call and looked back at Yoongi.

“Sorry, gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nearly disappeared from Yoongi’s sight when he turned around and said;

“You know, when I first came here I was devastated; everything seemed hopeless and dull, but ever since I saw you, you made my problems seem easier. I don’t know what you look like or what is your real name or why you even hide them, but I know that talking to you made me happier than I’ve been the last few months. Thank you for that, Suga.”

Jimin disappeared, and Yoongi was too shell-shocked to move form his spot until his manager called and yelled at him for skipping work.

 

 xxx

 

On the forth day Jimin wasn’t there. This unsettled Yoongi. He liked their little schedule and he liked following it. Yoongi waited for him for an hour before heading back to work with a mild heartache.

 

xxx

 

On the fifth day though, Jimin was sitting on the same spot. Unlike the other times he seemed stressed. He was bouncing his leg and fidgeting. Yoongi came close and sat beside Jimin, on his usual spot.

“Are you alright?” asked Yoongi with mild worry in his voice.

“Why are you asking?”

“You didn’t come yesterday. I thought maybe something happened.”

At that Jimin’s cheeks reddened. He looked even cuter than usual.

“Ah, that…. Um well, not exactly,” Jimin took a deep breath before saying in one breath,” Sorryformakingthingsawkwardtheotherday.”

“Awkward? What do you mean?”

“The confession?”

Ah, yes, how could he forget. Yoongi’s ears reddened. Good thing Jimin couldn’t see it.

“I know I should have kept silent about my feelings but you make me feel comfortable and I couldn’t stop myself,” said Jimin avoiding looking at his eyes.

“It’s alright, Jiminie. I told you before; it’s what’s friends are for,” said Yoongi ruffling Jimin’s hair.

“Friend. Is it what I am to you?” asked Jimin with apparent disappointment in his voice.

Could it be…

“I’m sorry. I’ll leave now.”

He quickly got up but before he could get away a hand caught his wrist.

“What do you mean Jimin? Do you…”

Before Yoongi could finish his question, a very distinct ‘I’m your hope, I’m your angel, I’m J-hope’ was heard. Hobi was the master of bad timed phone calls. He took his phone to end the call, but when he looked at Jimin he froze.

Jimin’s face was white as a sheet, his eyes and mouth were wide open.

.

That was it. It was the end. Jimin knew who he was. No one else had Hoseok’s infamous drunk speech as their ringtone. Jimin was even personally there when Yoongi lost a bet and put it as his ringtone.

Jimin knew it was Yoongi.

“A-are you…?” Jimin couldn’t finish the sentence. He was too shocked.

It was fun while it lasted, too bad it ended too soon. Yoongi took of the squirrel mask and for the first time during their private meetings they looked right at each other.

“Yeah.”

“W-why you never told me before?” Jimin sounded confused and a bit hurt.

“I didn’t know how to say it. When I first saw you cry I didn’t know it was you. I only realized when I finished dancing and you were drying your eyes.”

“But why you didn’t tell me?”

“I-I,” Yoongi didn’t know what to say. In the end he decided to say the things the way they were even if Jimin would break his heart, “I like you. I did ever since I saw you in your freshman year. You were cute, nice and shy and I couldn’t help but fall for you. When I realized it was you crying here, I didn’t want you to know it was me in the costume. I can never talk to you in person. I always get nervous when I’m around you and to be honest I am or rather was afraid of accidentally confessing to you. We were never close so I was afraid that telling you my identity would make our encounter awkward so I just played along. I didn’t think we’d see each other again, but then you kept coming and I guess I was in too deep to tell you who I was.”

Yoongi was looking at Jimin’s eyes through his monologue to try to understand what the boy was thinking. Jimin still looked shocked, but something changed in his eyes. Was it hope?

“So all this time…”

“Yeah,” sighed Yoongi, lowering his head.

“All this time I thought you hated me when you were actually in love with me.”

What?

“Why the would you even think that?” Yoongi farrowed his brows.

“What else was I supposed to think?” retorted Jimin slightly annoyed, “You never talked to me, always found a reason not to be alone with me, ignored me during classes, pretended like you couldn’t hear that I was talking to you. I thought I was annoying you.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” said Yoongi rubbing his neck, “I’m at feelings.”

“No Sherlock. And to think I’ve fallen for an emotionless prick.”

Yoongi looked up so quickly he was sure he broke a bone or two.

“What?”

“I like you,” said Jimin with a grin that could put Hobi’s to shame.

“You? When?"

“Ever since Hobi introduced us? At first I simply looked up to you, but then I realized that normal people don’t want to kiss those who they admired so it clicked.”

“Yo-you want to kiss me?” Yoongi was as red as a tomato.

“Yes! Both you and Suga actually. I still can’t believe I fell for the same guy twice,” said Jimin with a smile.

“Can you kiss me now?,” aske Yoongi breathlessly. 

Yoongi’s entire being was waiting for Jimin’s reply. Instead he came close until their chests were touching and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist. Yoongi’s heart was again doing the quickly beating thing, but if this was how he was going to die, so be it. Jimin came even closer until his lips were a breath away and whispered ‘you really are dumb’ but before Yoongi could protest a pair of warm lips was on his. He felt his heart stopping. He kissed back and wrapped his arms around Jimin’s torso. The kiss was chaste and sweet and he felt Jimin smiling to it. He couldn’t help it either so they broke the kiss from smiling too much. Yoongi rested his forehead against Jimin and exhaled deeply.

“I really love you,”

“I really love you too.”