Jungkook is currently obsessing over whether a bucket hat is appropriate date attire whilst Namjoon is telling him that it ultimately doesn't matter because the redhead would look good in a paper bag for goodness sake and Yoongi can't help but feel jealous. When Yoongi gets upset - properly upset. Angry. Agitated - it's internal. Endogenous. He is no bull in a china shop, charging forward blindly; only seeing red.

He lounges over the couch, legs piled on top of each other, thinking not about the wrinkles that will inevitably be drawn into his white button due to his dawdling position. He doesn't want to leave the house. He doesn't want to see that signature egotistic, pompous expression his father seems to have permanently slapped onto his face. He doesn't want to deal with Jaeyoungs infuriatingly overgenerous small talk that'll just waste breath and air. He doesn't want to sit through another one of Eun-Jeongs long winded - and totally incorrect- rants of how potential triumphs passion. He doesn't want to do anything. All he wants to do is crash into his bed and sleep. Not arising until all his problems sort themselves out.

Yoongi feels a groan rattle throughout his entire body. Jungkook decides to wear the bucket hat but now he's freaking out over which shoes to wear. Namjoon looks like he wants to bonk the younger on the head. The thought of just not going has swam in and out of Yoongis' mind too many times to count. But he wouldn't put it past his father to move the party up here if he doesn't go. That's the last thing Yoongi wants. Obviously, what he wants doesn't really seem to matter in the grand scheme of things. His father had rented out a private room at a restaurant venue that's a forty-minute bus ride out and apparently, it's an all-you-can-eat (and drink) buffet. The corners of his lips twitch upward - at least there'll be alcohol to numb the agony.

"But, Hyung! What if I'm underdressed!?"

"Kook, please-"

"You're not underdressed. He's going casual like you. I'm leaving now."

Yoongi hops up from the couch, stretching his arms above his head. He furrows his eyebrows at the crack that resounds. Ambling to the front door, Yoongi pays no mind to the confused gazes locked onto him.

"How do you-" Yoongi shuts the door behind him.

-

Jimin:

r u sure ur gonna be ok?

Yoongi:

Yes, Jimin-ah, I'll be fine.

I'm almost there.

Jimin:

oooo i want live updates

Yoongi:

My life is not your private K-drama.

Jimin:

it is now >:)

updates plzzz

Yoongi:

Fine.

-

"Yoongi-ah, I'm glad you could find time to squeeze us into what I'm sure must be a very busy schedule. Take a seat, son, the food will be out soon."

-

Yoongi:

Update #1: My dad's being an absolute prick right off the bat.

You haven't met him officially, have you?

Jimin:

nope! and im happy to be none the wiser

Yoongi:

Lucky. I wish I could un-know him.

Jimin:

i dont think thats possible lol

Yoongi:

That's too bad.

-

Yoongi:

Update #2: The food is straight from heaven.

Jimin:

im so hungry :(

what did you get?

Yoongi:

Well, it's a buffet so I got a little bit of everything.

I've also decided to get absolutely pissed.

Jimin:

hyung no! they wont let u on public transport if ur drunk

how r u gonna get home?

Yoongi:

I don't know.

I also don't care.

-

"Yoongi Oppa! It's so good to see you here, how have you been? Isn't the food so good?"

-

Yoongi:

Update #3: This coworker who has consistently remained a thorn in my side is trying and failing at small talk since we already saw each other earlier today.

Jimin:

pffft

dont be mean hyung! at least they're trying to be friends, unlike u.

Yoongi:

She just gives me bad vibes, idk.

I've been trying to be nice but now she's really getting on my nerves.

I think she's trying to flirt with me.

Jimin:

omg really? u sure??

Yoongi:

She's not subtle.

Keeps asking if I'm texting my girlfriend.

Please, I just want to eat in peace.

Jimin:

lmao

tell her ur texting her mum

Yoongi:

Haha. Very original.

This woman really doesn't know the meaning of personal space.

Jimin:

what do u want me to do?

Yoongi:

You literally told me to update you on what's going on. That's what I'm doing.

Brat.

Jimin:

yeahhhh but this is no funnn

ur just complaining the whole time

Yoongi:

I complain all the time in real life. Why do you suddenly have a problem with it over text?

Jimin:

in rl i get to look at ur face so its worth it

dnt worry hyung i'll burst through the doors and be ur knight in shining armour

Yoongi:

Hurry it up then.

She actually wants to know who I'm talking to.

What should I say?

Jimin:

...

just say we're friends

cuz u dunno if shes homophobic or whateva

ur safety should be ur number 1 priority

Yoongi:

Alright.

-

"Why would you want to monetize your hobbies? Making your passion your job is a complete waste! It sucks the fun out of what you love doing and soon you'll start to hate it, then it's no longer a passion, is it? It's a job! You might as well get a high-paying job that you hate from the start but are good at and keep your hobbies separate!"

-

Yoongi:

Update #4: My boss/other coworker is going on a long-ass rant and I kinda want to punch her in the face.

Turns out alcohol really gets her going. I don't even think she's breathing.

Also, I'm definitely drunk.

Jimin:

hyungggg i said not too!!!

u get all unaware of ur surroundings and pliant and will just follow anyone if they say so

thats dangerous

Yoongi:

Oh well.

Jimin:

:(((

-

Jimin:

u havent updated in an hour

wow have u run out of things to complain about?

-

Jimin:

hyung? u okay?

I can see that ur reading these messages

plz reply

-

Jimin:

ur starting to worry me now

what happened?

please respond

Please.

Yoongi?

Yoongi:

can you come get me

Jimin:

...

I'm on my way.

-

When Jimin arrives at the venue Yoongi had previously mentioned the party was taking place at, he sees said man leaning up against the front. He has his hands shoved into his pockets with an unmistakably empty gaze.

"Hyung!" Jimin calls from afar, steps quick and loud. Yoongi looks up and gives a small, melancholy smile. He definitely doesn't look drunk, perhaps he was exaggerating over text. The restaurant resides on a hushed street. Quiet and peaceful and far from the raucous uproar of the bustling city.

"Are you alright?" The pinkette questions once close enough. The elder is a little flushed and his eyes are a bit blunt, edentulate. Maybe he is drunk. Despite this, however, Yoongi still manages to look awfully pretty in the muted amber light trickling through restaurant windows. Yoongi doesn't say anything at first but when he does open his mouth to speak, doors to the restaurant open with the jolly jingle of a bell.

"Yoongi Oppa, there you are!" Out walks someone Jimin has never seen before. She has deep brown hair that trails down her back like a waterfall. Her dress is extravagant and glittery in an aesthetic shade of vermillion. Her eyes are skillfully shadowed in the same colour and her lips are a charming shade of pink. "Oh, um, who's this?" She asks, voice sweet and smooth like honey. Yoongi wants to take Jimins hand and squeeze it tight but he doesn't. He can't.

"This is Park Jimin, my..." Yoongi hesitates. "Friend." Jaeyoung smiles wide and bright. "Hi there, Jimin-sshi, my name is Choi Jaeyoung!" She holds out a hand and Jimin takes it graciously. "Hello, Jaeyoung-sshi. Nice to meet you." He says, always polite.

Yoongi clears his throat, garnering attention. "Well, we were just about to leave, so.." This time, he does take Jimins hand in his own. It seems as though both Jaeyoung and Jimin were not expecting that. "U-um.. Okay, goodbye then..." Maybe if the black-haired man's words were less definite, less final, then she would've asked him to stay. Maybe she would've invited Jimin inside as well. Instead, she just awkwardly makes her way back inside.

Yoongi sighs once she's out of sight; exasperated. He rests his forehead against the side of Jimins head - his hair smells of orange and vanilla. The younger laughs quietly. "I'm guessing she's the thorn in your side?" And Yoongi doesn't even need to reply for Jimin to know his assumption is correct. Instead of wasting breath on useless words, Yoongi kisses Jimin soft on the lips and pulls away before the younger can respond. Then he's leading a disoriented Jimin into the misty night. "Let's go."

-

Jaeyoung looks down at her screen.

She doesn't know what strange force had compelled her to pull out her phone in the first place, let alone open the camera app and point it toward the two boys standing on the opposite side of the frosted glass. When their lips meet, however, she feels her heart drop to her stomach.

She had been pining over a guy who wasn't even interested in girls.

She feels disgusted.

Her whole perception of Yoongi changes in that very instance.

That same invisible force that had made her grab her phone from her purse also pushes her toward the door leading to the private room booked for this event. Jaeyoungs tall heels don't handicap her as she storms past the table she and her friends had chosen to sit at and confidently stomps toward the very man who had organized this event.

"Mr Min, may I have your attention for a moment?" She says politely enough. Mr Min sits at the head of the table, he gives her a confused smile - the man who was just talking glares at her. "Ah, Ms. Choi. How can I help you?" Jaeyoung breathes in through her nose, suddenly she feels anxious.

"Um, well your son...He just left." Mr min nods slowly, confusion still evident on his face. "Well, it is getting pretty late. He does have a studio to open tomorrow." He laughs at this and Eun-Jeong -who is sitting to his left - sighs. "Is that all?" Now he looks a little bored, like Jaeyoung is wasting his time.

"N-no.." Mr Min raises an eyebrow. "He um.. Left with someone." Jaeyoung takes a deep breath in and out before turning her phone screen toward her boss. "Sir, did you know that your son is... Abnormal?"

Mr Min doesn't look shocked or disgusted, his eyebrows rise a little but apart from that his face is as emotionless as it always is. The outrage, much to Jaeyoungs surprise, comes from Eun-Jeong herself.

"What did you just say?" She grits her teeth and the woman sitting next to her immediately places a hand on her shoulder. "Are you insinuating that feeling attraction toward the same sex is abnormal?" Jaeyoung feels her eyes widen. "Eun-Jeong." Mr Min says, reminding her to be civil.

"I'm sorry sir, but are you really going to defend her homophobic words?" Eun-Jeong takes the hand on her shoulder and holds it tight. Matching rings glisten under the yellow light of the restaurant. "Especially when they're directed toward your own son?"

Eyes turn toward Mr Min. The room has been muted into pin-drop silence. Anticipation buzzes in the air. The man of the hour only chuckles.

"It is true that a few years ago, I would've agreed with you, Jaeyoung-sshi. But times have changed and so have my views. Yours should too. And Eun-Jeong is correct; I will not tolerate slander towards my own son. Your presence is no longer needed here or at the office. You may leave."

Jaeyoungs cheeks flush bright red and she rushes off.

People slowly remove their attention from the largest table in the room and get back to the conversations they were having.

"Do you know who that pink-haired fellow was?" Mr Min asks Eun-Jeong after she's calmed down. "I'm afraid not sir, I don't think he works under you..."

"Hmm..."

-

Blissful and unaware, Yoongi and Jimin walk hand in hand down the street, talking about things that mean nothing and everything at the same time. The city, at night, is bewitching. Soaring buildings with ignited windows twinkle like a million shimmering stars, the moon cries brightly in the sky. It looks lonely. Translucent darkness sheathe the two men into a world of their own, where their love sparkles the brightest.

The bridge they're walking on curves over a river and both men stop in their tracks and glance at each other when they hear a deafening bang in the distance. Jimin recognizes the sound almost instantly and dashes up to the side of the bridge to get a better look at the crackling fireworks. Yoongi languidly follows shortly thereafter and they stand side by side. Red, blue, purple, yellow, red again, pink and even more; flashy colours thunder in the sky - Yoongi and Jimin are mesmerized.

Jimin looks down at the ledge their hands are resting on. It feels sturdy and looks big enough to sit on, so he does. Yoongi yelps in surprise when the pinkette hops over, hissing something about being careful but Jimin only smiles at him. "Sit with me, Hyung." He says, patting the space next to him.

The black-haired man curses under his breath before complying because how can he say no when Jimin looks like that under the fireworks? His devastatingly stunning smile forces his eyes into adorable crescents. His light pink hair - which is slightly faded - reflects the colours in the sky and it makes him look extremely handsome. His pillowy coat makes him look soft, fluffy and Yoongi wants to reach out and squeeze him.

Sitting next to him now, Yoongi can't help but feel a warm feeling bubble in his chest. If you'd have told him back in high school that one day he'd be sitting on a random ledge on a random bridge over a random river watching fireworks and holding hands with The Park Jimin, then high school Yoongi would've spat in your face and told you to fuck off. Park Jimin would never willingly spend peaceful time with him. But here Park Jimin was, willingly spending peaceful time with him.

Yoongis eyes flit down to the river. The water is murky and brown but it still shimmers prettily under the starlight. Yoongi thinks that if he were here by himself a couple months ago, then he would've imagined slipping into the water. he would've imagined drowning. He had always been a pessimist like that. But right now, with Jimin by his side, Yoongi doesn't think any of those thoughts. He feels hopelessly optimistic. The pinkette is like a ray of blinding sun shining through a dark rain cloud. It's nice to be lighthearted for a change.

Jimin inhales deeply. He feels his heart flutter against his chest. Being with Yoongi still feels like a far-away, enchanting dream. But here they sit, hands clasped together, staring up at the sky with adoration sizzling in the air around them. It feels like a dream, but the bitter bite of winter air reminds Jimin that he is still very much awake. Yoongis hand is large, pale, and inked. His fingers are long and wrap around Jimins easily. The size difference is sort of laughable. Jimins heart beats the drum of his ribcage harder, begging for attention.

"Hyung..." Jimin mumbles slightly, too nervous to look at Yoongi. "Hm?" Yoongi hums in acknowledgement. "When did... When did you first start liking me?" It's a bit of an odd question, maybe a little self-centred, but Jimin is admittedly curious. After a sharp intake of breath, the elder grants the question with an answer. "I can't really say when I started liking you. But I've a sneaking suspicion that I was suppressing a massive crush since day one." The younger raises his eyebrows. "Day one? You mean in elementary?" Yoongi just nods.

"What about you? When did you first start liking me?" Jimin grins sheepishly. "Its honestly sort of recent..." His cheeks flush a little, or was that just a trick of the (lack thereof) light? "But," He adds. "I think I always found you attractive... Back in school I just called it jealously because I didn't want to confront my feelings."

"Wait, you were jealous of me?"

"..yeah?"

"I was always jealous of you."

They stare at each other, incredulous, before breaking out into laughter. Jimin somehow loses control of his body and falls sideways into Yoongis chest. Yoongi wraps his arms around the youngers shoulders and they both giggle into each other's warmth. After calming down, they just hold each other. Jimin thinks he still hears fireworks in the distance but right now, everything that's not Yoongi has faded into obscurity.

"Hyung, we're dating, right?" Jimin says after a beat of silence, voice muffled by the white fabric of Yoongis shirt. "I would assume so, yes?" When Jimin speaks, he turns his head slightly to the left so his voice is clear as day - the elder gets a face full of fluffy hair in return. "Does that mean I get to call you my boyfriend?" Yoongi replies without hesitation. "Only if I get to call you mine." And that was that. They were boyfriends.

Quietude engulfs the men once more and it's so tranquillizing that if it weren't for the glacial, arctic chill, Yoongi might've found himself dozing off. Jimin speaks again, and even though his face is free of fabric, it's even more hushed than before. A mere whisper that could be mistaken for a gust of wind.

"I love you."

Yoongi doesn't say anything at first. The silence between them filled by the explosions in the sky.

"Is that so?"

Jimin looks up at him, eyes bright and pretty. "Hyung..." He whines. Yoongi smirks. "What?" He playfully asks in the same tone.

"You're meant to say it back!"

Yoongi laughs. "Yeah? What if I don't want to?" Jimins bottom lip juts out in a pout - it's the cutest thing the black-haired man has ever seen.

Jimin laughs. Yoongi pulls the pinkette back into a hug, one hand holding him tight, the other stroking pretty pink hair.

"Of course I love you too, idiot."