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Jimin had firm principles - or so he thought. It was simply his mechanism of survival.
Sometimes we adult unevenly - when a person gets too much responsibilities and not gradually, they have to adapt and adapt fast.
But it’s almost impossible to mature evenly when things happen not at the time we are ready for them.
Jimin was now alone.
With the last person among his family passing he was left with insurance money, a hefty trust fund, various belongings and no ideas about his own future.
Having been brought up in stability and security he didn’t use to have any worries and therefore wasn’t ready to face them. Life though had different plans. He had to learn how to adult.
He did what he felt he had to on inertia: enrolled in college in part time form of education, mostly doing it out of need to have any sort of qualification. He secured some properties on the same area, set finances straight, furiously wracking his brain for information his late nana tried to put there, having been an accountant for a huge corporation for over forty years. Her accounting and tax books became his long term friends and by the time he finished he was sick of numbers in any shape or form.
So Jimin had principles, he thought. Live simply and not get attached. He didn’t want to obtain just to get hurt afterwards. Wasn’t it easier to not have at all than have and then lose?
Jimin didn’t feel particularly lonely. He denied any romantic or romantic-like feelings he had in order to save his heart. He hired people to keep whatever was left from his parents’ small businesses and continued the work his grandmother put into them.
He studied hard to be able to have at least some qualifications in life because in this century papers mattered more than skill. Despite having it with vengeance he pulled through, barely.
And then he met someone.
Min Yoongi walked into his life and took a place Jimin didn’t realize was empty.
The building he bought his small apartment to live in was of an old architecture style, almost a historical house but with no particular value for culture. The positive side was it’s beauty, the way it made him feel cozy inside. The downside though was that no standard furniture looked good in it - the ceiling was higher than in modern type of rooms.
So one day Jimin went to the local carpenter firm to order a wardrobe to fit everything he has and was met with a handsome man, a bit older that him, the son of the owners.
He could swear he has never met anyone like him before in his life - and he’s seen a lot of people in his time during his travels and studies abroad, back when his parents were alive and well.
Yoongi was witty and funny, turning collected and serious when he was reading through measurements with glasses perched on his nose, long strands of hair falling down on his cheeks.
In his work attire he looked stylish, interesting. With simple mannerisms that Jimin found elegant and cute.
He was undeniably handsome and looked very capable handling projects on his own, showing the young man around the workshop, talking about different materials and why ones were preferable over others, what things he could make and how he can adjust the design to Jimin’s liking.
That was drawing the younger in along with his deep beautiful voice. He found himself imagining listening to it for much, much longer.
Fighting his attraction to Yoongi was like fighting an ocean current. Might as well give in to the waves and be swept away, engulfed in body of water.
He changed his plans completely and kept coming back to order more and more furniture, luckily, he had none to start with. Watching the carpenter became a sort of addiction and he could t stop even if he tried.
Yoongi was polite and gentle, talked to him with teasing glint in his eyes, spilling intricate compliments like rice at weddings, even though Jimin didn’t get all of them right away. But when he did, he’d blush, he’d stutter. He’d stumble on nothing and probably made himself look like a fool. Yoongi didn’t seem to mind, smiling at the other fondly, as if knowing something the younger didn’t.
Later in the evenings, sitting on his couch in front of his laptop he’d go back to their conversations and squeal into the quilt he was wrapped in, trying to decipher whether Yoongi was serious or just loved playing word games.
Well, he thought, he’ll just have to keep coming for more to find out.
And then? What happens then? Maybe it was time to let go of the hurt in order to let something good into his life? Maybe he deserved it?
—
- A banquette? As in..?
- A reception bench. To sit on when you take your shoes off, you know?
Yoongi chuckled, smirking warmly.
- That’s interesting, Jimin-ssi. We have made some in the past, it’s quite a rare order.
He rummaged through the thick files on the shelf where he kept documented orders and product plans.
- My parents used to say it’s important to have one. We’ve always had one, - Jimin scratched the back of his head at an intense gaze the elder was giving him.
Then he cleared his throat before saying nonchalantly:
- I’ve seen one not so long ago actually, - the carpenter hummed, - in a family restaurant, not high end but very cozy and the food was delicious. It’s not far from here.
- I’d have to go and see for myself then. - Jimin nodded to himself, eyes fleeting to the elder’s broad and fit form.
- You’re not very familiar with the area still, aren’t you? I could take you there and show you myself.
Smooth, Jimin thought appreciatively. How does he say yes and not jump on the spot? He’s embassased himself enough before the other already in a span of a month.
Yoongi was full on grinning at him, while the younger scuffed his shoes on the floor, a healthy blush on his cheeks, not finding the cool words to say at the moment.
- Take your time, the offer still-
- Yes! - the younger blurted out, - Yes I accept. Let’s go there.
Yoongi beamed at the flustered boy, checking his calendar for a suitable day for the both of them.
He didn’t have to know Jimin skipped down the street while going home afterwards.
—
The area was quiet at night, when they stumbled out of the establishment, laughing and bellies full of warm food.
Yoongi has been such a gentleman, the perfect out of a novel kind of one, if not for some lewd jokes the younger promised he enjoyed. He was playful, simple, yet knowledgeable on many topics. Jimin caught himself thinking he’d never be bored with him. It was a lovely thought.
They walked the nicely lit streets in an unrushed pace, breathing in the slightly chilly air. Jimin was clutching a bouquet in his hands, sometimes bringing it closer to his face to feel the mix of sweet scents.
He felt elated. For the first time in a long while he felt like nothing was weighing him down.
Seems like with Yoongi he had continuous things to talk about and tame moments when it was okay to stay silent. He was lucky to come to meet and get to know him, now from a different side.
- There’s a local festival at the end of the season, - he drawled, hand wrapped around the younger’s and his calloused thumb running over it, - I’d love for us to go together. If you don’t mind?
- I’d love that too, - Jimin replied eagerly.
He couldn’t wait to spend more time with his hyung. It was like he was back into times where he experienced everything for the first time, fresh, raw, genuine.
- And just come over to the workshop to chat, I don’t mind. You don’t need a reason. Unless you’re planning to fill your house to the brim with furniture for a dozen people…
- Don’t tease, - Jimin whined and saw they came to the main entrance of the house he lived in. - Thank you so much for today, hyung. Will you text me when you get back home?
- Right away, - he assured, lifting his hand with Jimin’s still clutched in it and kissed his knuckles.
Jimin was pleased but was having none of that.
He pulled Yoongi by his hand, moving slowly to give him time to back away if he wanted. He pulled him closer and closer until their breath were mingling and landed a peck on the beautiful red tinted lips.
- I’ll be waiting then, - he backed away, giggling, moving towards the main entrance door. - Take care, hyung, - he waved and got a small cute wave in return.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw Yoongi’s awestruck expression and his small adorable smile he had after the sudden kiss.
He was lost in his dreams until his phone pinged with an incoming message.
~the end~