"Time Of Death..."

                                    

                                          
.: Yoongi's POV:.
                          
I left work a little early so I could go home and relax. There was way too much on my mind today. I just wanted to sit beside my fireplace with a book, and Syubi in my lap. I showered, fed Syubi, and as soon as I picked a book out, I received a text. It honestly scared me because normally, no one would be texting me this late. I looked at my phone to see it was Jimin. We talked for a bit until he sent me a message that kind of concerned me. 
                          
Jiminnie 🐤:
                          
"Everything is fine, but we need to talk... About this. About us."
                          
That honestly kind of scared me. I didn't know what he was thinking, but if he's concerned then I want to ease his mind. After texting him that I was on my way, he sent me a smile. I'm guessing that means, it's not bad. That's a relief.
                          
After arriving to Jimin's place, I got out and walked to the door. Before I could knock, he swiftly opened the door, pulled me inside, and closed the door. All of this urgency returned the worry to my face. "Jimin, what's going on?" I asked. He shook his head. 
                          
"I told you, it's nothing. We need to talk about this relationship we have or we're trying to have. It's clearly affecting us both," he replied. He softly took my hand in his, like he did at the office, and led me to sit on the couch with him. 
                          
"You're right," I replied. "Everytime were together we just hang out. We don't exactly talk about this and it needs to happen." He nodded.
                          
"But you need to look at me instead of to your side when our eyes meet," Jimin chuckled and turned me to face him. "Your eyes are beautiful. So please look at me." Jimin is bolder than I am right now and it's setting my insides on fire. 
                          
"Jimin, I want to tell you something. It's a long story, but I'm going to try and shorten for you okay? Listen closely," I asked him. He nodded and became focused. After telling myself he needed to know, I told him my story. 
                          
"...Long story short, my first and last boyfriend were killed along with my parents. Twelve years ago, they were shot and all three ended up with no brain activity. The doctors couldn't do anything. That's why I became a doctor. I don't want anyone to lose what I did. I lost three precious people in one day and if someone else had to... I don't know what I'd do Jimin."
                          
"So the Yugyeom the other man was talking about... Was your ex-boyfriend, who passed?" Jimin asked softly. I looked at him and I could tell he saw the pain in my eyes. Some pain reflected in his when he saw my expression.
                          
"Yes, but it's okay. Somehow, you're healing me. After twelve years, no one has been able to peak my interest. Then you came along and I immediately fell for you. I don't know if it's your smile or your personality. Maybe it's the way your eyes crinkle into crescent moons or your airy laugh. Either way, there's no question as to my feelings for you. I'm in love with you Jimin. It's time to move on. I think Yugyeom would be so happy that I'm happy."
                          
.: Jimin's POV:.
                          
His story really hurt my heart. He lost his parents and his boyfriend all in one day. I don't know how he survived it. Putting his life into making sure everyone else would never experience that, it's a wonderful thing. He's strong.
                          
When he told me he loved me, my heart burst. I never realized how much I fell until he said it himself. I wanted to hold him in my arms for the rest of our lives. So I hugged him as soon as I saw a tear stray. "There's no hesitation, I love you too. I didn't realize how much until just now, but I love you too." I was rocking him in my arms. I rubbed circles in his back and he burried his head in the nape of my neck. I heard him mumble, but I couldn't make out what he said. "Sorry? I couldn't hear you." I had him look at me again.