Yoongi's POV

It's been another busy day... as always. The constant rehearsals, meetings, concerts, interviews, filming... everything is too much sometimes. It's overwhelming, exhausting. Your mind craves sleep and you get to that point when you don't feel your body anymore. They say I work a lot and I guess I do, but not because I want to, but because I have to. The constant flow of ideas, melodies and lyrics that storm through my mind 24/7, creating creative chaos which is yet to be written and composed, pushed me to get them out, or otherwise, I would go crazy. It's a gift and a curse at the same time. And all I want is a good night's sleep. Maybe in fifty years, or in another life.

The rehearsals were over for today and we were heading to the hotel. The camera crews and our managers and bodyguards were constantly with us. Among other things we were filming a documentary for YouTube, called Burn the Stage so the camera was in my face pretty much the entire day, asking me to recollect the past and the feelings I had back then. I didn't really want to talk about it, but it was for our fans, so I didn't mind that much. They should see our life behind the spotlights. Our hardships and devotion, because we truly do give 105%. Some of us more than we should. 

I was sitting in the van with Hobeom, our manager, and some camera crew, waiting for them to take us to the hotel. I needed a shower, some food and a bed. The door of the van opened and I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw Jimin climbing in, sitting next to me and suddenly I wished that I could throw that camera that was in my face through the window, in order to hide my nervousness.

The car started and we were off. I couldn't believe it was just the two of us in the car. Oh, I was satisfied, very, very satisfied, especially because I couldn't keep my eyes off him. The others would notice and tease, as they always do. Jin Hyung especially. I wanted to punch Hyung so bad sometimes. 

But Jiminie, he.... he was too beautiful, too perfect. I have known for a while now, that the feelings I have towards him are not the same as I have for the rest of the members. I have always admired his strength, his hard work, his devotion and his goodness. He was always a beautiful and talented boy, always laughing, always full of doubts with himself, which drove me crazy plenty of times, because he was perfect just the way he was, but lately, I felt a certain pull towards him...an attraction. It's been driving me insane for a while now. I keep checking myself all the time, so I won't reveal how much in fact I was whipped for him. I think Jin Hyung suspects. That weasel knows everything. 
I kept watching him from the corners of my almost closed eyes.  He reached up for his phone and I felt neglected somehow. I didn't like that one bit. I had to say something.

-'' It's going to be so dry inside the plane. My throat feels sore already.'' – Seriously, that was the best line you can think of Min Yoongi?!? But luckily it had the wanted effect. Jimin put down the phone and answered with the smile.

-'' I really hate the air inside the plane.''  – His worried expression told me more than his words. He returned his gaze on his phone again. It's his voice. He was worried about his voice for a while now. 

-'' I think they like your voice very much.'' 

Jimin raised his eyes to look at me. They turned into crescents as he smiled shyly.
-'' Thanks for the compliment.'' – He said and return his eyes on his phone again. I wanted to snatch it from him, so his attention would be only on me, but I tried different approach instead.

- ''I like your voice. Your voice is very nice.''

Jimin's face was lit, he was all smiles and my heart wanted to burst from joy. He was so beautiful.

-'' Like Jungkook?''– Jimin asked and I thought ''No, don't compare yourself to Kook!'' Yet, he did....again.

-'' Jungkook's a great singer, right? If you want to be like him you have to work really hard. You can't be good if you don't.'' - He said, recollecting the words of our managers before our debut. And yet, there is that self-doubt again. Why can't he realize how perfect he is? How greatly he sounded? His voice was a music to my ears. I could recognize his voice in the sea of voices. His tone was just right. I wanted to groan loudly, grab him, shook him and kiss this sweet pabo, but I hold my composure, pretending I was resting quietly.

-'' I remember back then. I told them so many times I wanted to be a singer but they kept telling me to rap when I can't even rap.''

I couldn't help but smile, remembering.

- '' Imagine if you had to rap.''

-'' You kept asking me to.'' – Jimin said with the chuckle. - ''I even wrote some lyrics.''

-'' I was like "who was that? And after they've told me, I asked ''Jimin? Ah, he's not interested in rap at all".''

We both laugh at this point. The memory was so clear in my mind now. Jimin spoke again.

-'' I tried my best. I did what I could do.''

-'' So I said, "He has to sing."''

We were at the hotel by that time. The camera crew packed their cameras and I could hear the screams from the outside. A few dozen fans stood in front of the hotel, waiting for us. The screams were deafening, the crowd was pushing. I couldn't breathe properly. I pulled my mask on, trying to hide in it, trying to disappear. Hobeom knew how much I hate crowds. How anxious it makes me feel. Like the wave of force threatening to swallow me. I nearly grasped Jimin's hand. Since then, everything happened so fast.  We got out, our security rushed us inside the building and in the elevator and suddenly I breathe again. The talk with Jimin averted my mind from our crazy life for a moment.

When we were in the corridor, everyone scattered to their rooms. Jimin walked slowly with me and as we reached my room, no matter how tired I felt, I didn't want him to go.

-'' Yah, Jiminie, wanna eat some ramen?''

I stood for a moment in nervous anticipation, but Jimin smiled and nodded.

-'' Yes Hyung, I'm starving.''

He went straight in and lay on my bed. My imagination went over the top and I felt my body burn, but I curbed my desires and went to boil some water. As soon as the food was finished, I gave one bowl of ramen and some chopsticks to Jimin, who sat on the floor and went on eating mine on the couch.

The food was quickly gone, since we haven't ate anything for a while. It was damn too quick for my liking. I didn't want him to leave just yet.  I remembered there was some wine. Jimin loved wine.

-'' Want a glass of wine?''

He nodded and I went hurriedly to pour two glasses. I gave one to him and he thanked me quietly. I sat on the couch again, watching him. He really was something special. I felt my body tingling and wine made me warmer still.

-'' You know you don't have to keep comparing yourself to him...''  - I said, thinking of Jungkookie. Jimin always compered himself to Kook and as both of them were extremely talented, they were so different. The comparison was utterly unnecessary.

-'' What?'' – His wide eyes looked at me in confusion.

- ''Jungkookie. You don't have to compare yourself to him.''

He sighed, playing with his glass. He said something about Kookie being good at singing and dancing and that he is handsome. Damn it Jimin, look in the mirror!

-'' So are you.'' – I said and he smiled, blushing. Blushing?! F*ck, my stomach had a rollercoaster ride just then. I kept wondering if maybe...just maybe, he might look at me the same way too... I had to know, I couldn't help myself.

-'' I think you have a beautiful voice. You're a beautiful dancer. Jiminie, to me, you are the most beautiful thing that exists in this world.'' – Yah, there it is. I cross that invisible line...no, scratch that... I jumped straight over it. It's up to luck now.

He was looking at me deeply, like reaching up to my bloody soul.

-'' I think you are amazing too Hyung. Hyung I...''

Before he could speak, I was at him...kissing him. The need was too big and I have waited for so damn long. It never felt so sweet and strong as it did now. At that moment there were no lyrics, and melodies and chaos inside my mind. At that moment it was only him.

I pulled back to see his reaction and I was pleasantly surprised that he didn't pull back ashamed, but, on the contrary, completely smitten.

-'' You were saying?'' – I teased and he smiled slightly, still breathless.

-'' You know.'' -  He said and indeed I did know. I know that he feels the same as I do. I know that this was no coincidence, it was meant to happen.

-'' I know... ''- I said and pulled him into another sweet kiss.

The End