Symphony of Beauty | m.yg + p.jm

March 10 | 00:00

Yoongi can hear his own heart beating so loud, almost around the corner to get to the bus stop. The bus stop was where his street and Jimin's street meet, right around the corner after a ten-minute walk.

Hands gently fisted in excitement, Yoongi takes the turn, beholding the lovely scenery. A soothing sight of an empty road by the bus stop at night, a nearby lamp-post lighting up the area. It's snowing, too, the pretty white crystals of snow gently falling, beautifying the sight. But, there's something even more pretty standing there. Jimin.

The boy's only a few steps away, looking as ethereal as ever. He's facing the other way, looking absolutely mesmerized by the snow.

(But, Yoongi is more mesmerized by him.)

Slowly walking over, Yoongi notices Jimin is slightly shivering, making him frown in concern. He quickly takes his jacket off, the noticeably startling Jimin. But, before he can turn around, Yoongi has already placed his jacket on top of Jimin's head, the rest draping over his shoulder onto his back.

"Aren't you cold?" he asks gently, arms going around Jimin's shoulders and pulling him against himself, eyes shutting in bliss.

A small squeal leaves Jimin before he's turning his head a little, cheeks warm – due to both the cold and Yoongi.

"Yoongi hyung?" Jimin's soft voice murmurs. But, instead of answering, Yoongi just tightens his hold, comfortably hugging the younger from behind, cheeks cutely rubbing together.

"Hyung... Did you–" Jimin's words are cut off when Yoongi pulls away from the hug, eyes shimmering affectionately as he turns the other around to face him.

Jimin looks at him with surprise, the most adorable look on his face, cheeks dusted pink, and eyes sparkling with fascination.

A little breath of chuckle leaves Yoongi at the cuteness before he leans in, eyes hooding to look down at Jimin's lips.

Jimin's breath hitches when he realizes what's happening, heart thudding as the eternity of the split second passes while Yoongi swoops forward.

Before either of them can comprehend the burst of emotion in their chests and how overwhelmingly ecstatic it feels, their lips have connected.

It isn't like fireworks, nor like time stopping.

It's just the two, kissing under a rain of snow, the universe moving just for them, gracing the warmth of their love.