"How long will I love you? As long as stars are above you, and longer if I can. How long will I need you? As long as the seasons need to follow their plan."
~Ellie Goulding, 'How Long Will I Love You'

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*Yoongi's POV*

Rubbing my face in frustration, I glanced at the clock. Eleven o'clock. It was getting pretty late, and I still felt bad about sending Jimin away. It's not that I wanted to make him leave, but he couldn't hear this song. Not yet.

It had been about an hour and a half since he left, and I hadn't gotten a single text or phone call from him. I realized then that I had no idea where he even went. I drove us here, so Jimin didn't have a car. Did someone pick him up? Did he walk home in the dark?

Snatching my phone from my desk, I hurriedly dialed Jimin's number. I held the phone to my ear, anxiously bouncing my leg. If he tried walking home in the dark and got hurt, I would never forgive myself for being the one to make him leave. I groaned when I got his voicemail, and redialed.

Voicemail again.

Panic gripped my chest. What if something really did happen to him? I started to dial Jungkook's number when I heard a faint knock on my door. I immediately knew it was Jimin. The studio I was in tonight was my home studio, and only Jimin had a spare key to my apartment.

Jumping up, I swung the door open ready to bombard my baby with a million questions.

My interrogation stuck in my throat when I took in his appearance.

Jimin's pink hair was messily tussled and pushed away from his forehead. He had applied some smoky eye makeup, and his lips were shimmery from lipgloss. A black choker hugged his throat, the dark silk creating a stunning contrast against his pale skin.

But what really stunned me was the ensemble below the neck.

He was wearing a black button down shirt— my shirt— that fell just above the top of his thighs. He wore white lacy thigh-high stockings, resembling a school girl from a hentai anime.

My mouth hung open as I scanned his body, already feeling the heat rushing through me.

Jimin smirked, giving me his dangerous bedroom eyes. "Do I have your attention now, hyung?"

I nodded, my jaw still dropped. Jimin bit his shiny bottom lip, turning around and slowly walking down the hall. It was as though I was in a trance as I watched Jimin sway his hips as he walked away, flashing the bare skin of this thighs between where the stockings ended, and the bottom of my shirt fell.

Jimin stood by my bedroom door, signaling for me to follow him. Snapping out of my daze, I made quick strides down the hall to my waiting boy. Something in the way he was dressed and acting triggered something in me, and I desired to possess him entirely.

Once we were in my room, I grabbed Jimin and kissed him roughly. His lips tasted like peaches, and his quiet moans traveled into my mouth. I shoved him onto my bed, and Jimin's eyes filled with excitement.

He was in the same mood I was in. He wanted it rough tonight.

When Jimin's legs spread, my eyes caught what he was hiding under my long shirt.

The white lacy panties caused desire to flood through my body. He was wearing my two favorite colors — white and black — in the most seductive ensemble I could imagine. Hell, he was wearing my clothes over panties.

Fuck, he's perfect.

"Jimin," I growled. "You're really testing my restraint, baby boy."

Jimin smirked, tilting his head back and narrowing his eyes challengingly. "Good."

That did it.

I curled my finger, gesturing for him to come towards me. He obeyed and stood in front of me. Such a good boy. "Strip me," I demanded.

Within seconds, Jimin had my clothing strewn across the floor. "On the bed," I told him. I stroked myself as I watched him position himself. The lube was sitting on my nightstand, and I quickly grabbed it and spread some on my hands.

Crawling onto the bed, I brought my head down towards his pelvis and placed rough kisses to his erection through the white lace. I trailed my slick hand to his ass, squeezing the perfect round globe before giving it a light slap. To my delight, Jimin moaned in response. I nearly came when I noticed the pre-cut hole in the back of his panties.

My hand continued it's journey to Jimin's lovely pink hole, and without a warning I thrusted two fingers into him. Jimin sang out cries of pleasure, the melodic sound making me want to pound into him with everything I had.

"These panties are nice, baby," I told him lowly, "but I need complete access to you tonight."

Capturing the white band between my teeth, I slowly pulled the garment down while maintaining eye contact.

"Holy shit," Jimin breathed, chewing on his lower lip. "Who taught you to be so sexy?"

After I dragged his panties down to his ankles, I released the band and bit my lip. "Just the seductive boy spread out in front of me, ready to be fucked."

A high-pitched whine escaped Jimin's lips. "Such a needy boy," I said, running my hands up his silky thighs. "Do you really need my cock that badly?"

Jimin nodded rapidly, making me chuckle. "Shirt off," I told him. He quickly pulled my black shirt over his head and tossed it aside, moving his hands to his stockings. "Stop. Leave them on."

A delicate pink arose on Jimin's cheeks and he nodded his head, removing his hands from his stockings. Lathering my length with lube, I stared at my beautiful boy. He was completely exposed to me, except for the silk stockings with a lacy trim, and his pink hair was ruffled, ready to be grabbed as I fucked him.

I kneeled on the bed in between his spread legs, using my hand to gently tilt his chin up. "Did you wear all this makeup for me?" Jimin nodded, his honey eyes never leaving my face. "Mmm... you look so beautiful, baby boy. So sweet, so perfect. You always look the best to me, whether you wear makeup or not." Jimin tried to pull me towards him for a kiss, and I let him, only it was brief. "Do you need more prep, baby?"

"I'm ready," Jimin said hurriedly. "Please, I can't wait anymore."

I loved the sound of my lover's sweet voice begging for me. I positioned Jimin in a specific spot, pushing him onto his back until his head was hanging off the bed. Lifting his stocking-clad legs onto my shoulders, I appreciatively ran my hands over the soft white fabric. Jimin's eyes were screwed shut as I slowly slid my tip in, before ramming the rest of my length inside him. I groaned at the feeling of him. He was so warm, so tight, clenching around my hardened cock. I thrusted fast and hard into him, drinking in the sounds of his angelic moans.

"Open your eyes, baby."

A gasp flew from Jimin's shimmery lips when his gaze landed on the dresser mirror in front of us. He diverted his eyes and I growled, slamming harder into him.

"Look at yourself, angel. Watch yourself get fucked by me."

Reaching around, I gripped his length and pumped him in sync with my thrusts. Jimin mewled beneath me, eyes locked on our reflection in the mirror. I stared at us as well, and the erotic painting made the air heat up. Jimin's pretty legs were spread wide in the air and perched on my shoulders, with his cock leaking between his legs. The desire to pleasure him increased, and I thrusted forcefully into him.

Not long after, Jimin's legs shook in the air as he came hard into my hand. I brought my soiled palm to his lips, and Jimin obediently licked my hand clean. The image of him lapping up his own cum was enough to push me over the edge.

"Ngh— fuck!" I cried out, tightly gripping Jimin's thighs as I filled him with my cum. Panting, I stared down at pink-haired angel who was breathing equally hard. We broke out into breathless laughter as I pulled out and flopped down next to him.

"Shit, hyung" Jimin chuckled. "That was incredibly hot." I nodded in agreement, intertwining our fingers. "Let's do that again."

I smiled widely, rolling over on top of him and capturing his mouth in a heated, wild kiss. A thought popped into my head, and I broke the kiss to whisper against Jimin's lips.

"Move in with me."

***

A loud thunk resounded, and I looked over to see Namjoon guiltily looking at the box on the ground.

"Yah, be more careful!" I scolded. "Don't go breaking Jimin's things."

We had spent the morning finishing packing up Jimin's stuff, and now we were in the process of moving everything into my— our apartment. I had insisted that Jimin go out with his friends while I unpacked everything here. I had something special planned for tonight that I didn't want him catching onto.

After we finally got things settled, Namjoon and I plopped down on the couch. A chime rang out, and Joon pulled out his phone, reading the message on his screen.

"Jin says Jimin's getting bored and wants to come home," Namjoon informed me.

"Tell him to keep Jimin preoccupied just a little longer. I still need to start dinner so it's ready when he shows up."

Joon nodded, relaying the message to Jin via text. Locking his phone and putting it in his pocket, Namjoon smiled at me.

"You know, I'm really happy for you," he said. "You and Jimin have had quite the rollercoaster ride these past few years. I admit, I was skeptical about whether or not you two would ever get back together, but I'm glad to be proved wrong. You seem really happy together."

I smiled warmly at my best friend. "Thank you, Namjoon. For everything. For sticking by my side all these years, and for supporting me now. It means a lot to me. I love you, man."

Namjoon side-eyed me. "That's a little gay."

I smacked his arm as he cackled loudly. "And for that, you get to help me make dinner."

Joon groaned dramatically, but followed me to the kitchen nevertheless. I couldn't count on Jin being able to hold Jimin hostage for more than an hour, so we needed to work quickly.

***

"I'm home!" Jimin sang out. "Home. That feels really nice to say." His smiling face appeared in the kitchen, widening when he saw me. Looking around, his eyes widened when he saw the candlelit dinner set out for us. "Baby~! Did you do all this for me?"

"Well, Namjoon helped," I shrugged. Jimin pecked my lips slowly. I could get used to coming home to this.

"Thank you," he whispered against my lips, giving me one final quick peck. "But what's the occasion?"

"Our anniversary."

Jimin froze, and I could see the cogs working in his brain. I chuckled at his adorably confused expression.

"It's been seven years since that day you came into my studio and... you know, started things between us," I reminded him. Jimin's eyes lit up.

"You... remembered the date?" Jimin whispered, gently clutching onto the collar of my shirt. "I'm so sorry I didn't remember, so much as happened since then, and now we have new anniversaries to remember, and I—"

"Jimin," I cut him off with a laugh. "Breathe, baby. It's okay. I'm glad you didn't remember, because now I got to surprise you."

Hearts floated in Jimin's eyes as he smiled lovingly at me. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I smiled, nuzzling our noses together in an Eskimo kiss. "Come on, let's eat."

***

After dinner, I stood in front of the sink, washing our dishes. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy, as it was nearly time for my final next surprise. I really hope this goes well.

"Yoongi?" Jimin called out to me from our bedroom. Our bedroom, god I'll never get tired of that.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have an extra phone charger? I think I left mine at Kook's apartment."

"Uhhh, check the drawer of my nightstand, there might be a spare in there," I responded without thinking. After several moments, the realization hit me like a truck and I dropped the pan I was holding and bolted to the bedroom. "Wait, Jimin—"

Shit.

Jimin was sitting on the floor, hand covering his mouth as he stared at the black velvet box.

Shitshitshitshitshit.

"Fuck," I knelt on the ground in front of Jimin. "I'm so sorry, baby, I wasn't thinking when I told you to look in the drawer, it slipped my mind that I was hidden that in there—"

"It's a ring," Jimin whispered, tears gathering in his large honey eyes. "With our initials on it."

I sighed, rubbing my face with my hands. "This isn't how I wanted to do this."

Jimin's eyes widened. "Yoongi?"

Taking the box from him, I set it on the ground between us and held his hands in mine. "Park Jimin," I started, trying to keep my voice even. "I have loved you for as long as I can remember, and I will continue to love you even when we are dust in the universe. When we die, I vow to find you once again when we are reincarnated." Jimin giggled, sniffling as a tear slipped down his round cheek. The sight made my own eyes water with warm happy tears. "I want to spend this life with you, and the next one, and the one after that. Will you marry me?"

I held the ring out to him, and the silver sparkled from the light of the lamp on the table.

Jimin wordlessly stared at the ring, tears continuously streaming down his face. His silence caused panic to grip in my chest.

Did he not like the ring? Or... did he not want to marry me?

"I'm sorry if the ring isn't the style you like," I apologized. "I actually got it while we were dating before, and I held on to it in hopes that we would get back together. I couldn't find it in myself to get rid of it while we were apart, so it's been in my drawer all this time." God, Yoongi, just shut the fuck up. I rubbed the back of my neck as I nervously rambled on.

"I love it," Jimin sniffled, "it's just..."

"Just what, baby?"

Jimin dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small red box.

My heart thudded in my chest as I gaped at the box with wide eyes. Opening the box, Jimin held out the metal ring for me.

"Looks like we both had the same idea about tonight," Jimin smiled.

This time, Jimin took my hand in his and smiled fondly at me. "Min Yoongi, you are the breath in my lungs, the passion in my soul, the reason for my existence. I was made for you, and I'm positive you were made for me. Nothing would make me happier than being your husband."

A small sob of relief and happiness tore from my throat, and I wrapped Jimin in a tight hug. My tears dripped onto Jimin's jacket, and I heard his own sniffles next to my ear.

Pulling back, I took Jimin's ring and slipped it onto his finger, relieved that I had gotten the size correct. The ring looked so beautiful on his tiny hand, and it was even more beautiful because it symbolized that Jimin was going to be my husband. In turn, Jimin placed the larger silver ring on my finger.

"Out of curiosity, how was this supposed to go?" Jimin asked.

"Remember when I was working on that song, and I didn't let you hear it?"

"Yes," he grumbled with a pout.

I smiled at my fiancé. "The song was for you, for tonight. I was going to play it over the speakers when I proposed."

Jimin's eye brows shot up. "Really?" I nodded. "Does that mean I can hear it now?"

"Sure, baby." I got up and logged into my computer, hitting play on the song. The music streamed from the speakers surrounding our bedroom.

Closing his eyes, Jimin listened intently to the song. I carefully observed his facial expressions, taking in every angelic smile and delicate flush of his cheeks. Was I ever going to stop finding everything about him beautiful? Probably not.

When the song ended, Jimin opened his eyes, the shimmering honey gazing deeply at me. "Play it again," he requested softly. I obliged, replaying the song. Jimin approached my computer and hit the repeat button so that the song would continuously play.

It was as if I fell into a dream-like trance as Jimin pulled me towards the bed, keeping his eyes locked on mine. He rolled my shirt up over my head before I did the same to jacket and t-shirt. One by one, our clothes fell to the floor, leaving us bare to one another. Jimin wrapped his arms around my neck and lowered us onto the bed.

Our lips danced together to the music, our tongues swirling in harmony. Jimin's lubed fingers prepped my entrance for him, and I whined beneath him.

Once I was stretched, Jimin slowly slid himself into me. I moaned into his mouth, relishing the feeling of my love inside of me. The head of his cock would catch on my rim as he pulled out before thrusting back in. The vein that ran along his hardened member dragged against my prostate, heightening my pleasure. His body truly was made for mine.

We made tender love for hours to the sound of the song I wrote just for him. Our moans and pants were in sync with the melodic tune throughout the night. Jimin came inside of me, and the feeling triggered my own release.

After we cleaned up, we snuggled together on our shared bed. Jimin smiled widely, admiring the silver ring on his finger. With his head against my chest, Jimin rested his gorgeous hand on my abdomen. I sighed contentedly, kissing the top of Jimin's pink head.

I couldn't imagine a better end to this night, and I couldn't imagine a more perfect person to spend the rest of my life with.

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Started out with some hard smut, ended with some soft fluff. This chapter was so fun to write 🥰

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I really hope you've enjoyed the story!

-Gumbie