"You have suffered enough, and warred with yourself, it's time that you won. Take this sinking boat and point it home, we've still got time. Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice, you've made it now."
~Chester See & Savannah Outen, 'Falling Slowly'

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*Jimin's POV*

"Wait, we're going where?" I asked with wide eyes.

Hoseok smiled brightly at me. "Come on, we don't want to be late." Ushering us into his car, I held my breath as Hobi drove passed the familiar streets that led to the noodle shop. The only person who had ever been to the noodle shop with me was Jungkook, and that was only when he had to come pick me up the first time I was there. Glancing over at him, he looked as confused as I did, so obviously this wasn't his idea.

Pulling up to the little restaurant, my heart was pounding in my chest. I had kept this place a secret for so long, and now all my friends knew about it. Call me selfish, but I really enjoyed having a place of my own to escape to.

Hoseok read the tension on my face. "Relax, Jiminie. Everything's going to be fine."

I took a deep breath and stepped into the shop. What I saw made my jaw drop.

There were fairy lights twinkling from the ceiling, illuminating the room.

Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi were standing in a row, with Yoongi holding a strawberry-vanilla cake.

"What's all this for?" I asked them.

"Today marks one month since you were released from the hospital," Yoongi smiled at me. "We're all proud of the progress you've been making, and we want to celebrate with you."

Tears filled my eyes. "But... I haven't even been making that much progress. My doctor says I still have a long way to go, and I'm no where near perfect," I rambled.

Yoongi set the cake down on a table and cupped my cheeks with his hands.

"Baby boy," he said softly. "It's okay that you aren't 'perfect'. No one is perfect. What matters is that you have been making progress. It may seem insignificant to you, but it's huge to us. To me. We love you, and we're happy to see you making any kind of progress."

Wrapping my arms around him, I clutched onto Yoongi's shirt and buried my face in his chest. Yoongi responded to my hug, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

Pulling away, I wiped my eyes and took in the rest of the restaurant. Dae and Lulu were standing behind the counter with wide smiles on their faces. My heart burst when I saw them.

"Ajumma!" I ran over to her and captured her in a tight hug. She smacked my back until I released her, but I saw the smile she tried to repress. "I can't believe you guys were in on this!"

"Listen here, young man," Lulu sighed. "I've watched you go through so many ups and downs. I had to deal with your drunken shouting, which scared away some of my customers." I grimaced as she exposed me in front of my friends. "But, I was also proud to watch you grow as a person, and become better. Of course we'd want to celebrate with you and your friends."

"Absolutely!" Dae chimed in. "When Hoseok told me he wanted to throw you a party, I immediately suggested our restaurant. After we came back from France, we started talking more, and I was surprised Hoseok wasn't aware of how you and I knew each other," he chuckled.

"You and Hoseok have been... talking?" I raised an eyebrow suggestively.

A delicate pink spread across Dae's cheeks. He shyly scratched the back of his neck. "Uh... yeah," he cleared his throat. I looked back and forth between Dae and Hobi, grinning at their identical blushing faces.

"Anyway," Hoseok coughed. "We rented out the restaurant for the night, so let's get to celebrating!"

Namjoon and Jin cut and served the cake, and we sat around the table jabbering excitedly. I don't remember the last time all of us were together without any tension or conflict. Right now, we were just brothers, enjoying each other's company. I felt filled to the brim with happiness, and also a little silly for not telling my friends about this place. It was amazing to see my friends getting along so well with Lulu and Dae.

After everyone finished their food, Lulu began to gather up all the plates. I jumped up and took the plates from her, ignoring her protests as I headed for the kitchen.

"It's your party. You shouldn't be doing chores," Lulu reprimanded me. I set the plates in the sink and rinsed them off.

"You've done so much for me. Let me do something for you," I retorted without glancing at her. I knew she would be rolling her eyes at me, so I kept my focus on the dishes. Lulu grabbed the plates I had cleaned and dried them.

"That boy, the one with the golden hair who's gums show when he smiles," Lulu started while drying a plate, "that's Yoongi, yes?"

The corners of my lips twitched up and I nodded.

"I could tell," she continued. "He looks at you with such tenderness. Dae's father used to look at me that way."

That pulled my attention. I set one of the plates down and fully turned towards Lulu. "Dae's father?"

Lulu nodded, still drying the dishes. "He passed away before Dae was born," she sighed. "We weren't married yet when I found out I was pregnant, which was a big deal back in the day. We were both in high school, and his parents forced him to move away when word of my pregnancy got out. They were in an accident during their journey, and Dae's father was killed. Both his parents lived, but have refused to acknowledge Dae as their family."

"So... that's why Dae has your surname and not his father's," I stated slowly as I solved the question I had been asking myself ever since we were at the airport.

Lulu hummed. "I thought he should have the last name of someone who wants him, and not a family who doesn't even acknowledge he is alive."

I looked at Lulu with a newfound respect. She must've had a really hard life after getting pregnant so young. Even with the rejection of Dae's grandparents, and the death of Dae's father, Lulu raised her son by herself and ran a successful restaurant. It made me proud to be her friend.

"Yoongi looks at you the same way Dae's father looked at me. I knew he loved me, but he couldn't go against his parents. Yoongi loves you, and I can tell he is proud to have you by his side. I truly pray that you and Yoongi have a happy ending," Lulu smiled softly at me, the corners of her eyes slightly wrinkling.

I smiled gratefully at her, and we went back to finishing the dishes. We'll have a happy ending.

This time, I'm sure of it.

***

"Thank you for walking me to my door," I grinned at Yoongi, playing with his fingers.

"Of course, Jiminie," Yoongi flashed me his infamous gummy smile. My heart skipped in my chest. No matter how many times I saw it, that smile would always take my breath away. My body felt hot as I looked at him.

"D-Do you want to come in?" I stammered shyly. I didn't know why I felt so nervous; this was nothing new to me and Yoongi.

Yoongi hummed in response, pushing the door open. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started to pull him towards me as we stumbled into the apartment. Our lips lightly brushed together, until we were interrupted once again by another presence in the room.

"Geez, 'bout time you guys showed up," Jungkook teased from the couch. We jumped apart, both of us blushing furiously. "You should really look around the room before you start fucking."

I nearly choked. "T-That's not— we weren't—"

Jungkook waved his hand. "Just text me if I need to wear head phones, or crash with Hoseok for the night." He retreated to his bedroom. I groaned in embarrassment, burying my face in my hands.

Yoongi chuckled, petting my hair. "It's probably a good thing he's here, anyway."

I looked up at him in confusion. "Why is that?"

"If we were alone, it would take an enormous amount of restraint for me not to ravish you tonight."

My face burned a deep red, and my hands gripped the front of Yoongi's shirt. "What if I told you that I didn't want you to restrain yourself?"

I felt Yoongi's breath hitch, and knew he was just as aroused as I was. He wanted me. I could feel it... literally, against my hip.

"Jimin..." Yoongi whispered hesitantly. "Not tonight."

My heart dropped with the rejection. I started to pull away, feeling embarrassed. Yoongi saw the hurt on my face and quickly pulled me back to him.

"Please, don't take that the wrong way," Yoongi begged. "I just don't think now is the right time for that. I want us to wait until you're feeling better. I told you long ago that I treasure you. I treasure your mental and physical health more than I want to get laid." Yoongi smirked at me, making me smile.

My fingers played with the front of his shirt. "Can we still cuddle?"

Yoongi smiled and nodded, taking me by the hand and leading me to my room. We put an old Disney movie on the TV and laid on my bed. Yoongi was on his back, and I was on my side with my head on his chest and my arm flung across his abdomen. Our legs were tangled together under the sheets.

"Yoongi?"

"Hmm?"

"What are we?" I asked. I felt silly even asking, but I really wanted to make sure. Are we officially back together? Are we just playing things by ear? I needed to know.

"I think we're way beyond labels, don't you?" Yoongi caressed my back.

"Yeah..." I said, unsure. Yoongi sensed my hesitancy.

"What I mean is, I don't think of you as merely my boyfriend," he explained. "You are my everything. I love you, and I'm not going to let you go. Never again."

I had to bury my face in his sweatshirt to hide my tears. It was almost embarrassing how much I cried, but I couldn't help it. The amount of love Yoongi was showing me was overwhelming. I thought I had lost his love forever, so knowing I had him back filled me with so many emotions, and I couldn't help but cry. Yoongi continued to stroke my back as I cried, whispering loving words of comfort in my ear.

"Yoongi," I sniffled. "I really need to kiss you."

A breathtaking smile broke out on Yoongi's face, and he flipped us so we were both on our sides. I gazed into his dark chocolate eyes, and caressed his cheek with my hand. I slid my hand to the back of his head and pulled him towards me. Our lips finally met, and I melted into him.

Yoongi's lips melded perfectly with mine. Unlike our last kiss, this kiss wasn't fueled with desperation and anger. This kiss was slow, filled with the love and respect we held for each other. Our lips moved together in sync, and Yoongi slipped his arm around my waist to pull me closer. Hitching my leg over his hip, our bodies were nearly fused together as we kissed.

I felt Yoongi's soft tongue trace my bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. I opened my mouth and let him in, melting into the feeling of his tongue on mine. A soft groan slipped out from Yoongi's mouth, and my body heated up instantly. I quickly flipped us so I was straddling Yoongi, and pinned his arms down to the bed. Yoongi stared at me breathlessly, his gorgeous eyes open wide. He bit down on his plump bottom lip, and need sprouted within me.

I hovered over his lips, teasing him with the soft brush of my lips. Yoongi tilted his head up to try and attach our lips, but I slightly pulled back, out of his reach. Yoongi released an adorable whine in frustration. Dipping my head down, I placed soft kisses on both of his cheeks. Yoongi's eyes fluttered shut as I continued to pepper kisses around his beautiful face.

When I reached his sharp jawline, I let my tongue dart out, tracing every perfect angle of his jaw. Yoongi moaned and squirmed beneath me. The sound drove me crazy, and I crushed our lips together. Yoongi's arms strained against mine, begging to be released from where I was pinning them on the bed. I granted his wish, and he brought his hands to my back, clawing at my clothing. Sitting up, I allowed him to pull my shirt over my head. I did the same with his shirt, drinking in the sight of his bare chest. If it was possible, he looked even more stunning than I remembered.

My eyes hungrily trailed Yoongi's body, and he blushed beneath me. The sight was so beautiful, I could barely restraint myself. Yoongi pulled me back down to him, kissing me with a dizzying amount of passion. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, tugging it with my teeth. Yoongi groaned, and when he tilted his head back, it created the most erotic picture with me pulling on his lip. Releasing the soft flesh, I soothingly licked the abused pink lip.

"Jimin..." Yoongi mewled.

"What is it, baby?" I asked huskily. I could see conflict pass through Yoongi's eyes as he debated with himself internally. I knew he didn't want us to go all the way yet, but by the hard bulge I felt pressed against my ass, I knew he also wanted something more. Reaching down, I palmed his erection over his pants. Yoongi opened his mouth, I'm guessing to object, but I cut him off. "Don't worry, I won't fuck you tonight," I reassured him. "But I have missed you these past few months, and I want to make you feel good. Is that okay?"

Yoongi nodded slowly, moving his hands out of the way so I could continue my work on his pants. I smiled, pressing another chaste kiss to his perfect mouth. I felt Yoongi's eyes on me as a undid his belt, slowly pulling down the zipper of his jeans. He obediently raised his hips to make it easier for me to pull his pants and underwear down to the middle of his pale thighs.

His thick, hard cock sprung out, and I hummed in delight to see precum already dripping from the pink tip. Flicking my tongue out, I gingerly tasted the wet tip of his cock. Yoongi gasped, gripping my pink hair. The familiar feeling encouraged me to take him in my mouth all at once, immediately relaxing my throat so I could take as much of him as possible. With a loud groan, Yoongi roughly tugged my hair. I hummed around his cock, knowing the vibrations would drive him insane.

"Have I told you yet how much I love your hair color?" Yoongi breathed. "I've missed seeing the top of your pink head as you go down on me." I sucked harder, pulling another moan from Yoongi's throat. "Maybe... maybe I should go back to my mint color."

Releasing his cock with a pop, I stared down at him. "Don't you dare. Your golden hair is perfect," I told him. "Unless you want to go back to dark. Your natural color will always be my favorite." I swallowed him down again, quickening the pace at which I bobbed my head up and down.

"Jimin, ah— baby, I'm gonna, ah, m'gonna cum," Yoongi whined. He tugged at my hair, trying to pull my head away. I dug my hands into his hips, burrowing deeper until my nose hit his pelvis and the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. "Wait! Jimin, stop!"

I immediately halted my movements and pulled away. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?"

Yoongi erratically shook his head. "It's not that. I just don't want to cum without you."

I tilted my head in confusion. Standing from the bed, Yoongi pulled me up with him and removed the rest of our clothing. I inhaled sharply, looking between our naked forms. I hadn't gained back all the weight I had lost yet, and I felt self-conscious about how thin I was. Worried that Yoongi would find me disgusting, I tried to wrap my arms around my chest to cover up my rib cage. Yoongi gently grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms away from my body. His eyes trailed hungrily up my body, making me burn under his gaze.

"Fuck, Jimin," Yoongi nearly growled. "You're so fucking beautiful." My heart fluttered at the praise. Even when I thought I was ugly, he still called me beautiful. "I need to taste you."

Before I could ask what he meant, Yoongi grabbed me and pulled us onto the bed. He was beneath me, and his head was at the foot of the bed. I tried to position myself over him, but Yoongi grabbed my arms, preventing me from moving.

"Turn the other way."

Growing impatient with my confusion, Yoongi gripped my hips and swiveled me around so I was straddling him with my back facing him. I yelped as he abruptly pulled my hips back, bringing my backside to his face. I felt his hand on my back, pushing me down towards his pelvis while his other hand lifted my hips up. A gasp escaped my lips as I felt his warm mouth engulf my cock. I moaned as Yoongi sucked me, and Yoongi bucked his hips up towards me. The message finally clicked in my head, and I took Yoongi's length back into my mouth.

Moans filled the room as we pleasured each other. The erotic position heightened my arousal, and it wasn't long before my breathing was picking up and I felt close to my release.

I released Yoongi's cock with a gasp. "Yoongi, baby, I'm so close, ah, I'm—"

A light slap caused my ass to slightly sting, which strangely made me moan louder. Yoongi slapped my ass harder, and I took him back in my mouth, muffling my moans with his cock. The vibrations spurred Yoongi to quicken his pace, and I didn't have time to warn him before reaching my release. Tears of pleasure stung my eyes as I cried out, the sound muffled by Yoongi's hard member.

Yoongi swallowed everything I gave him as I came into his mouth. I felt his hot tongue clean my length before trailing up to my entrance. He prodded my ring with his hot muscle, making me shake from the overstimulation. Feeling encouraged to quickly get Yoongi to his climax, I swallowed more of him, sucking him tight in my mouth as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.

"Jiminie... god dammit, you're so fucking good, baby," Yoongi groaned between lapping at my entrance. Various curses spilled from his lips, and I knew he was close. I stuck my fingers in my mouth along with Yoongi's member, wetting the digits. Bringing my slick fingers down between Yoongi's legs, I circled his rim before slipping a finger past the tight pink ring.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Yoongi chanted breathlessly when I tapped his prostate. He came hard into my mouth, and I closed my eyes and savored the taste of my lover's cum.

"Damn, Yoongi," I panted. "I really missed that tongue technology."

Yoongi laughed, then picked me up and carried me bridal style to the bathroom.

After cleaning up, we snuggled back together underneath my comforter. Yoongi wrapped his arms around me and held my naked body close to his, pressing long kisses to my forehead. Peace overtook me, and I felt myself drifting away.

Before I could fall asleep, my phone chimed, waking me up. I groggily grabbed the device and looked at the screen, my face immediately blazing a dark red.

<Jungkook: did or did I not ask you to warn me if I needed to wear head phones?>

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