Jimin tried calming himself down. He tried standing in front of a mirror, taking deep breaths, giving himself a little pep talk about how there was absolutely no reason to feel nervous about this, but to little avail.

Yoongi would love him. He didn't have to worry. Yoongi would love his voice. It would be good enough. He'd be good enough.

Just relax.

Pulling on his boots, Jimin grabbed his wallet and phone and slipped them into the pockets of his jeans, then headed out the door. And he just continued to whisper "deep breaths, no need to worry" to himself over and over as he maneuvered his way around the college students walking in the other direction. A couple of them greeted Jimin as he passed by but Jimin was too distracted to notice or respond.

Before long he arrived at the studio. And for a minute he just froze. Right there, at the door, staring through the clear glass at the computers and booths inside, where a small handful of students appeared to be hard at work.

Swallowing his breath, Jimin took hold of the door handle and entered the room.

And not a moment later he found himself caught in a tight, warm hug. Yoongi buried his face in the crook of Jimin's neck.

"Mm, you smell amazing." He lifted his head again, pressing a quick kiss against Jimin's cheek. "C'mon, sweetheart, there's an empty booth over here." Dropping his hand to his side, Yoongi gently took Jimin's hand and gave it a tight squeeze, smiling in a way that was almost calming to the younger.

He smiled back.

With that, Yoongi guided Jimin over to the recording booth, and the two sat down on chairs just outside it, right in front of a moderate computer setup where Yoongi already appeared to have been working. A small notebook had been on Yoongi's chair; now, it was in his hands, and he was looking at it intently.

"Your parts are underlined, and more towards the end," he said, handing the notebook to Jimin, "but you might as well just read the whole song. It goes on to the next page. And the next. I got carried away."

He sounded so casual and relaxed. Jimin tried to acquire that same disposition as he accepted the notebook from Yoongi and began to read the lyrics.

Serendipitous Seesaw:

It was a good start
In itself
Before I knew it, we were tired of each other
In all of these meaningless emotions

Repeated seesaw game
I'm tired of this
Repeated seesaw game
We're getting tired of each other

Were the petty arguments the start?
The moment I became heavier than you
Because there's never been parallels in the first place
Maybe I became more greedy and tried to fit in with you
Is there really a need to keep repeating ourselves
Saying this was love and this is love?
They're tired of each other, they seem to hold the same hand
Well, then

Alright, a repeating seesaw game
It's about time we put an end to it
All right, this boring seesaw game
Somebody has to get out of here
Though neither of us can

Don't let anyone know who'll get off first
Let's not drag things out, however our hearts lead us
Are we getting out of here or not
This repeated seesaw game
We have to stop it now

People can be so crafty
They know they'll get hurt if one person is missing
Because we don't want to be the villains
In the midst of a series of vague responsibilities
And we get so tired of if that we finally became parallel
But we didn't want this kind of parallel

At first, we showed off who was heavier
We'd brag and smile
Now we're trying to beat each other
We're in a competition
The fire of a quarrel
It'll only end if someone gets off right here
We're acting like we're comforting each other
But it's mixed with thorns
Can't keep doing this, we need to make a decision

If we didn't have feelings for each other
If we didn't think of each other
Would we have dragged it out like this?
Now if you don't have any more feelings
This seesaw is dangerous
Stop thinking about me

Alright, a repeating seesaw game
It's about time we put an end to it
All right, this boring seesaw game
Somebody has to get out of here
Though neither of us can

(Hol' up Hol' up) I walk on this seesaw without you
(Hol' up Hol' up) Just like the beginning when you weren't here
(Hol' up Hol' up) I walk on this seesaw without you
(Hol' up Hol' up) I'm getting off this seesaw without you

Alright, a repeating seesaw seesaw game
It's about time we put an end to it
All right, this boring seesaw game
Somebody has to get out of here
Though neither of us can

Don't let anyone know who'll get off first
Let's not drag things out, however our hearts lead us
Are we getting out of here or not
This repeated seesaw game
We have to stop it now

(Hol' up Hol' up) I walk on this seesaw without you
(Hol' up Hol' up) Just like the beginning when you weren't here
(Hol' up Hol' up) I walk on this seesaw without you
(Hol' up Hol' up) I'm getting off this seesaw without you

All of this is no coincidence,
just, just i found someone new
I could feel that the whole world is different than yesterday's seesaw game
Just, just with your joy
When you called me, I became your flower
As if we were waiting, we bloom until we ache
Maybe it's the providence of the universe
It just had to be that, you know I know
You are me, and I am you

As much as my heart flutters, I'm worried we'll become like that seesaw game
The destiny is jealous of us, just like you I'm so scared
When you see me
When you touch me
The universe has moved for us
There wasn't even a little miss
Our happiness was meant to be
Cause you love me and I love you

You are my blue mold, saving me from the emptiness of the seesaw game
My angel, my world
I'm your calico cat, here to see you
Love me now
Touch me now

Just let me love you
Just let me love you
Since the creation of the universe
Everything was destined
Just let me love you

Let me love, let me love you
Let me love, let me love you...

"I know it seems like a lot," Yoongi said at some point, sighing, "and I guess it is. Oh, but some of it I, uh...I mean I'm going to sing some like I promised but I'll also be rapping. It's an even mix, I tried to include more vocal parts though just because I think it'll sound better with the way I wrote the song, especially the second half. Which is mostly yours except for a couple lines. I hope it's not too much."

It was too much. Not the amount of lines Yoongi had given Jimin, but...well, everything else. These lyrics. The depressing story conveyed in the first half, the hopelessness of having fallen out of love with someone, followed by the uplifting revival of hope granted by someone new entering your life, and the pure love that came with it, the realization that this is who I've been waiting for.

It was beautiful, to be incredibly brief. Jimin couldn't find words to say that would do it any justice. There was something about knowing that Yoongi had been the one to write all this, his Yoongi, and perhaps the idea, the possibility—which was in actuality true—that this song could partially be about him, that second half...something about it made his heart feel full.

His eyes were a little teary by now. Yoongi stifled a laugh and wiped Jimin's eyes with his thumb.

"No need for that. I need you happy and smiling now, 'k? Smile? Who's a good boy??"

He was talking in a baby-voice, no doubt trying to find the quickest way to make Jimin laugh and making himself look and sound ridiculous was a pretty efficient way. It worked fast, and soon Jimin was giggling away as he gently hit Yoongi's arm with the notebook.

Within the next couple of minutes, the two got themselves together and really started to focus on what they were here for. And needless to say, being the music major, Yoongi had to guide Jimin through it and give some instructions—easy to understand but very professional at the same time.

And Jimin wasn't about to deny he found it attractive. Fortunately, though, he managed to remain focused and followed along as Yoongi explained what needed to be explained.

Before he knew it Jimin was standing in that sound-proof recording booth. Notebook in hand. Microphone stand in front of him. Yoongi still outside the booth on his chair. Except now the older was wearing a set of headphones, and his attention was diverted from Jimin for a couple minutes as he made some preparations on the computer.

Jimin stared anxiously at the lyrics in front of him. He began tapping his foot, breathing deeply.

Then Yoongi's voice came over a speaker in the booth.

"Relax, sweetheart. You're gonna do great. You ready?"

Jimin smiled and gave a nod.

Music began to play—and it was just that, because Yoongi hadn't yet recorded his parts, and that was intentional. So Jimin waited patiently for his cue.

And he sang for Yoongi.

And Yoongi's heart was reduced to pieces, but in the sweetest and most pleasant way possible. Jimin's voice, his Jimin...his voice was so smooth, and gentle, and absolutely gorgeous and he carried the tune so well and near flawlessly. Of course, he said it before, Yoongi hadn't doubted him for one second.

But this. This was...

The music stopped. Jimin was hesitant to speak, and once he did, his words were still noticeably tentative as he asked if there were any parts Yoongi thought he should do over. But Yoongi didn't say anything. He removed his headphones, set them down on his chair after standing up, made his way over to the recording booth and walked inside, then right up to Jimin.

And he took Jimin's face in his hands and kissed him. Deeply. Right there in the studio, not caring if anyone happened to pass by and see, and he hoped Jimin would forgive him. But he couldn't help it.

He knew he would marry this boy some day.