15

Yoongi fiddles with the cuffs of his sleeves. He hears footsteps approaching the front door, having heard his loud knocks. The short male takes a final glance at his outfit, mentally thanking his hyung as he admires the purple tuxedo. The footsteps grow louder until they suddenly stop, and the door swings open.

"M-mrs Park," He says in his deep voice, bowing respectfully to the older female. Already, a look of approval sparkles in the woman's eyes.

"Come in," She smiles, patting her son's boyfriend on the back. Yoongi shivers slightly, however masks his discomfort with a smile which she does not see through. "Jimin baby, Yoongi is here." She calls out and a muffled voice replies from upstairs.

"I'm getting dressed, Eomma," His mother turns back to their guest.

"You can go up if you want, he won't mind."

As Jimin is slipping into his neat white shirt, there is a knock on his bedroom door. Panicking, he fastens the buttons recklessly, hiding his body, before opening the door to his partner. "Hey,"

"H-hey hyung," Jimin mumbles shyly, surprised by his makeover. The boy has discarded his boots, his skinny jeans, his black jumper. His mint hair sports a new fade, and the long locks are slicked back neatly. "You look... good," Jimin stutters and his hyung chuckles.

"You do too, though the way you've done your buttons is certainly interesting.." He takes note of the younger boy's slightly disheveled appearance.

"A-ah." The pink haired boy fumbles at the cloth, embarrassed. Yoongi takes his hands, kissing the boy's fingertips tenderly. "Hyung–" Yoongi leans in, unbuttoning Jimin's shirt so that it slips away from his neck. He sinks his lips into the soft skin and Jimin stifles a moan.

"W-wait, hyung," he stiffens as he feels his shirt being pulled off of his shoulders, revealing his body.

"STOP!" Yoongi drops his boyfriend, taken aback by the outburst. Jimin hugs his chest, concealing himself.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asks, concerned. Jimin hangs his head shamefully.

"I-I'm sorry, h-hyung." The pink haired boy whispers blankly.

"No, no, you did nothing wrong, love." Yoongi says gently. "Hey, look at me." He gently raises Jimin's chin and they lock eyes. The younger boy sniffles, on the verge of tears. Yoongi smiles sympathetically and Jimin breaks.

"I'm terrible, hyung." He wails and the older male takes him in his arms.

"Baby, what do you mean?"

"I-I'm sorry you have t-to look at me." Jimin cries into his chest."I'm s-so g-gross"

"No." Yoongi says firmly, looking back into the boy's eyes. "You're beautiful, love." He strokes the younger male's back softly. "Beautiful." He holds the boy until he calms down.

"Sorry I overreacted," Jimin sniffs. Yoongi pats his head, which the boy then buries into his chest. "I'm embarrassed, hyung." His hyung smiles warmly.

"Don't be, baby. Now, tonight we're going to have fun." He promises. Jimin nods shyly and draws his shirt over his shoulders again. "Do you need a hand?"

"I'm alright." Yoongi gives his boyfriend privacy, his eyes wandering around the room. The wall itself is a light gradient of pink and blue, and the bedsheets sit in between, a pretty purple tint. The room is, very much, a reflection of the boy. Suddenly pulled out of his thoughts, Yoongi feels a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. "Thank you hyung." Jimin whispers honestly.

"Of course baby. It's the truth, you are beautiful; don't ever forget that. I love you." He takes the younger boy's hand. "Let's go," He says brightly.

Jimin's mother does not question her son's red eyes as they walk out, hand in hand. He smiles faintly at her. "I love you, Eomma."

"Have fun."

/

LATER

Yoongi is trying to focus on the movie playing. The proximity of everyone else, however, is making it difficult. He can sense an ugly feeling brewing inside of him, and clearly he is not the only one. Jimin taps his hyung carefully on the shoulder and Yoongi flicks his head around to face the younger male.

"Come," The pink haired boy beckons and they rise from where they are sitting in front of the couch. Behind them, Taehyung and Jungkook have fallen asleep against each other, while the three other boys are still awake and watching the film. As the pair tiptoe away Seokjin's eyes roll from the screen.

"Where are you going?" He asks in a half whisper.

"Outside, hyung."

"Ah." Jimin guides the boy with mint hair until they reach the glass sliding door, slipping through into the chilly night air.

The deck is decorated with various greens, and a two-seater swing stands in the corner. It rocks at the sudden extra weight piled on. Yoongi lets out a sigh of relief, resting against the frame.

"Thanks." The younger male smiles; he is pleased to have helped his boyfriend. He snuggles into Yoongi's shoulder and wraps his thin arms around his waist. Yoongi gently strokes Jimin's clothed thigh as he feels his eyes beginning to close.

Soon, they have both fallen into peaceful slumber.