HANAHAKI

seven

[and yoongi stopped coughing.]

"jimin?" yoongi asked. his eyes lit up at that moment. he was sure jimin meant it, because he had stopped coughing.

jimin's eyes widened too. he never expected yoongi to stop coughing when he said he loved him. does that mean yoongi likes jimin too? jimin didn't really know, he was only about a week into this 'hanahaki' thing, which was something he's never bothered to research on until he got it himself.

"yoongi, do you— like me?" jimin gulped. he bit hard on his tongue, he thought he had asked in the wrong way.

yoongi paused for a few seconds, taken aback by the direct question jimin asked him. he cleared his throat. "y-yes," he mumbled lowly under his breath, obviously embarrassed of himself. who would ever like him? was a question he often asked himself. he never thought he was good enough to be liked by anyone, until today.

jimin liked him the whole time.

"yoongi hyung, i like you a lot too. in fact, i love you hyung!" jimin squeaked.

"wow," yoongi and jimin chuckled under their breaths. "w-o- fucking-wow," yoongi squealed. he couldn't believe it. the love of his life liked him back.

jimin gazed into yoongi's eyes. he saw how they were gleaming bright and sparkling. yoongi held jimin's hands endearingly and he snuggled in. jimin's embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around yoongi's body. the world around them melted away as yoongi squeezed jimin back, not wanting the moment to end. yoongi's body melted into jimin's as every muscle lost its tension to the air. he buried his face into the crook of jimin's neck and they stood there like that for a while. this was life, real life.

in a warm swaddle of jimin's chest and arms, yoongi didn't want to leave. it felt as if when he was in jimin's arms, all his doubts and pain went away.

it was the best they've ever felt.