Yoongi's chest fills with warmth, feeling Jimin's hand playing with his hair. His head is on Jimin's lap as he's using his phone. "Look," he says, showing Jimin the screen. It was a picture of a cat looking like it was dancing.

"Why are you looking at pictures of cats?" Jimin asks, laughing before Yoongi pulls his phone back.

"I don't know. Cats are cute."

"No. You're cute," Jimin says, gently pinching Yoongi's cheeks.

Snorting, Yoongi pushes his hands away, locking his phone and just letting it out of his hands. "You're literally the most adorable person I have ever seen in my life, how can you call me cute?"

"Because you're everything perfect," Jimin says, pouting, and Yoongi's heart skips a beat.

He just scowls before reaching up and pressing his index finger on Jimin's pouted lips. "Don't pout, it makes me weak."

Grinning, Jimin gives him a suggestive look. "Weak to your knees? Hm? Wait– actually that makes me wonder what it feels like to kiss and feel weak to the knees."

Yoongi smirked and wiggles his eyebrows, his turn to be suggestive. "Wanna try?"

Laughing loudly, Jimin leans down and then goes back up again. "Maybe not, it'll hurt my back."

Sighing dramatically, Yoongi pouts but soon drops it, smiling up at Jimin cutely. Jimin continues to play with Yoongi's hair, lulling him to a daze of drowsiness.

"Hyung... I want to warn you something..." Jimin suddenly says and Yoongi opens his eyes, raising an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

"I'm... I don't exactly have the purest of minds," Jimin admits, cheeks flushing as he averts his gaze. "So, please don't mind that."

"That's it? I already knew that. I thought it was something serious."

Jimin shakes his head, making eye contact with Yoongi again, the blush not leaving his face. "You don't even know the half of it, hyung. I'm really perverted."

Yoongi just blinks, then says, "I don't mind, really. You can be as free as you want with me. I'll do the same with you."

"Okay," Jimin beams, leaning down for a short kiss before sitting straight again.

Yoongi closes his eyes again to the feeling of Jimin playing with his hair.

"I have a question."

"Hm?"

"Since when did you start liking me?"

Yoongi's brows furrow, eyes still closed, and he hears Jimin's soft laughs, then answers. "I'm pretty sure I had a crush on you while we were still in Japan."

"Woah– really?"

"I think so. I really... really liked talking to you. The fact that you didn't have a human face to look at at the time and just looking at kumamon really helped, I think."

Yoongi then opens his eyes, curiousity in them. "When did you start liking me?"

Then, Jimin flushes. "I don't know when I actually start, but I remember when I realized."

Wondering when that might've been– not knowing what even made Jimin started liking him in the first place.

"When?"

"Remember when I was telling you the story of me running into a lamppost?" Yoongi almost laughs out loud, that was such a ridiculous– yet entertaining–conversation.

"Yeah. Don't think I can ever forget that."

"Well, you asked me if I got hurt– and I don't know. Just the way your voice sounded when you said that, I was like– holy shit, I like him."

Yoongi grins, "You like me worried for you?"

Rolling his eyes, Jimin mocks a sigh. And, then smiles again, now seeming really curious. "I really wanted to ask you this– but I didn't know how to approach this."

"What?"

"Why didn't you push me away even if you didn't know if I even swing that way or not? You didn't even know if I liked men or not, but you still continued to, why?"

Taken off guard by the question, Yoongi doesn't know what to answer at first. Then, he answers, shrugging. "I... really really liked being around you. You make me really happy, Jimin. And, I wasn't letting go of you that easily if you make me this happy. I didn't care if you returned my feelings or not. I just liked what I felt when I'm with you."

The answer now takes Jimin off guard, blushing bright pink as he gleams. "Oh..." then he pulls Yoongi up in a sitting position on his lap and the latter feels a little disoriented. While trying to catch his balance, Yoongi feels Jimin peck his lips. "You're really cute, hyung. Really cute." Jimin's bright expression knocks Yoongi's mind out of a proper train of thought again.

Lightly flicking his forehead, Yoongi frowns. "You like kissing people without warning?"

"No." Jimin says cheekily. "Just you."

"Stop being so cheesy and cliché, it's disgusting," Yoongi whines, complaint halfhearted.

"You love it, don't lie." Jimin's words make Yoongi pout before he lazily drops his head to rest it on his love's shoulder.

"Jimin."

"Yes?"

"What about you?"

"Hm?"

"Remember that day we met?" Yoongi suddenly asks, taking a different route to the conversation.

"I don't think that's a day I can ever forget," Jimin answers, almost fondly, but partically amused. "You literally ran like a dog after you said you were gay. I was in shock, I thought I imagined you until the next day."

"Shut up," Yoongi says, gently smacking Jimin's side, laughing, "I did not run like a dog."

"Yes, you did!"

"That's not the point," he says, breathing out laughter. "I wanted to ask why you were so okay with it? Are you...?"

"Am I gay?" He completes. "Well," Jimin starts, his lips tracing Yoongi's neck. "I sure as hell am now if I wasn't before."

"Were you straight?"

The dancer hums in thought. "I don't really know. I have had a few girlfriends before but they weren't anything actually serious. And, I hadn't really thought about being sexually attracted to someone– not even girls. I don't know what I am, honestly."

"But, you're in love with me?"

Jimin laughs warmly, answering with the most sincerity. "Yes, I'm in love with you."

"What about... attraction?" Yoongi doesn't know why he's asking this, but he's just so comfortable with Jimin, and nothing really goes through his mind a second time for what he's about to say when he's with Jimin.

"I'm absolutely more than one-hundred percent sure I'm attracted to you, hyung. You're very very attractive– like I've said– both personality wise- and looks wise. I think I realized I wasn't straight when I actually had the urge to touch your butt for the first time."

"For the first time? You've had that urge more than once?"

Jimin snorts, "Many times. I warned you, I'm really perverted."

"That's not what I meant-" Yoongi says, rushed. "Why is my butt something that you would want to touch. Have you seen yours? Damn, that one time where we went out to eat again near where we met Jin hyung outside, I almost went to touch it, and I got really embarrassed the whole time after that when I realized what I was about to do."

The younger just bursts out laughing. "So that's why you seemed so shy! I was wondering why you were all blush-y."

Yoongi just lets out a scoff before he snuggles himself into Jimin. "Whatever."

"You're really beautiful, though, Yoongi hyung," Jimin whispers, Yoongi's heart bursting inside his chest, listening in as Jimin continues. "Really beautiful.

"You have really nice eyes, the shape are so cat-like. And I love how they sparkle when you talk about music. Your nose-" Jimin chuckles, "I don't know how to compliment noses, but your nose fits your face very well, hyung. It's especially cute when you scrunch it up.

"And, your lips. I don't know how to describe it. I love your lips, they're very pretty. Your skin is such a pretty fair complexion, too. Although, you also look good with a tan."

Once Jimin stops for a bit, Yoongi's feeling like he's falling asleep, soothed by the softness in Jimin's voice, comfortable tingles under his skin at the words.

"I'm sleepy..."

"Want me to take you to bed?" Yoongi nods slightly, hearing a giggle from Jimin.

"I can't believe the others don't know you're such a fluffball."

Yoongi tenses up at the mention of the others, and a few seconds later he feels Jimin tense up too. But, then he feels Jimin relax again. "We'll figure it out, hyung. Sleep."

"Take me to bed," Yoongi orders, voice drawled out in drowsiness. He almost lets out a squeal at how effortless Jimin is standing up, holding Yoongi- although it was almost like Yoongi was clinging to him like a koala.

Yoongi nuzzles into Jimin's hair, smiling to himself, "My boyfriend is so strong," he whispers.

He hears a chuckle, feeling the grip around him tighten as Jimin starts walking towards the direction of the bedroom, their bodies flush against each other's. Yoongi's mind can't help but drop to the thought of how Jimin's body feels against his- and he pulls himself out before he gets too excited, attempting to fall asleep. Breathing in Jimin's scent, he feels calm, the fragrance intoxicating his mind into mush.

"My boyfriend is so cute," he hears, making his heart quake, but not enough to drive him awake. He's then slowly put down on his bed. When Jimin pulls away, Yoongi flails at him a little helplessly.

"Stay, please."

"What about brushing our teeth?"

"We can do that in the morning."

"Don't complain if we get cavities."

"Missing one night won't do anything- come here."

"Alright, alright. I'll just text the two that I won't be home tonight, either."

Jimin slips under the covers and immediately Yoongi wraps himself around him like it's natural. He feels Jimin shuffle, probably to get out his phone, but he doesn't pay any mind to that.

In three seconds, he's already falling asleep, his lips curved up wards.

—

"Wait!" Yoongi gasps after a minute, eyes snapped open. He feels Jimin jump, startled by his outburst.

"What? That fucking scared the hell out of me," Jimin says, eyes still wide, looking like he just rode the most horrifying ride at a theme park.

Yoongi mutters an apology before pulling Jimin into a kiss.

And, another one.

And, one more.

Just once more.

And, a last long smooch before he closes his eyes again, content.

"Okay, goodnight."

"Min Yoongi, I swear..." is the last thing he hears with a breathy laugh before he's comfortably asleep.