That same morning, Yoongi arrived home around 8 a.m., the quiet apartment greeting him with familiarity. The absence of Taehyung didn't faze him-
he figured Taehyung was likely still babysitting Jaybum, as it was well past 7. Unaware that Taehyung hadn't been home since the previous day, Yoongi slipped off his coat, stretched, and went straight to the kitchen.
After freshening up, hunger took over, and Yoongi whipped up a quick breakfast. While humming softly to himself, he enjoyed his meal and then got to work cleaning up, diligently washing dishes and tidying the kitchen. As he finished, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the apartment.
"Who could that be this early?" Yoongi muttered, drying his hands on a towel. He shuffled to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open. Standing there was Jimin, holding a glossy magazine in his hands and looking a little hesitant.
"I... uh... hey," Jimin began, his voice uncertain. "I was here to drop this off for Taehyung. He asked me to get it for him."
Yoongi tilted his head slightly before leaning against the doorframe.
"Taehyung's not home right now. He's probably still babysitting your cousin's son."
"Oh... I see," Jimin murmured, looking a bit embarrassed. "I should've realized. I'll just come back some other time."
Just as Jimin turned to leave, Yoongi called out, "Wait! Jimin!"
The younger man stopped, glancing back at him curiously.
"You're already here. Why don't you come in for some tea? You don't need to rush off," Yoongi offered, his tone calm but inviting.
"I... I don't know if I should..." Jimin hesitated, but Yoongi waved him in before he could finish.
"Please, I insist. It's too early to be running around. Come in," Yoongi urged, stepping aside to make space.
Reluctantly, Jimin nodded and stepped inside, slipping off his shoes at the entrance.
Yoongi gestured toward the living room, and Jimin sat on the edge of the couch, looking around the space nervously.
Yoongi set the tea down on the table, glancing at Jimin, who seemed a bit out of place but endearingly so.
Jimin was fidgeting with the magazine in his lap, unsure of what to say. Yoongi noticed the nervous habit and smirked slightly.
"You don't have to act so formal, you know," Yoongi said, his voice low and steady. "I don't bite."
Jimin looked up, startled, before letting out a small laugh. "Sorry, I'm just... not used to being invited in like this. You're surprisingly polite."
"Surprisingly?" Yoongi arched a brow, leaning back in his chair, his sharp gaze now focused on Jimin. "What do I look like? A gangster?"
Jimin blushed, waving his hands quickly. "No, no! That's not what I meant. You just... have a serious vibe."
Yoongi chuckled softly, amused. "Serious, huh? I'll take that as a compliment." His eyes flickered to the magazine in Jimin's lap. "You came all this way just to bring that?"
Jimin nodded, grateful for the change in topic. "Taehyung asked for it, and I thought... why not?But I guess he's too busy with Jaybum to remember."
Yoongi hummed, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair. "He's good with kids. He used to help out with my cousins too. A natural caretaker."
"Yeah, he's got that charm," Jimin said with a smile.
"But honestly, I didn't expect you to invite me in. I figured I'd just drop this off and leave."
"Maybe I wanted you to stay," Yoongi said casually, his words catching Jimin off guard. He looked away briefly, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.
"I don't get many visitors who aren't here for work or music."
Jimin blinked, unsure of how to respond. "I... didn't think you'd even remember me from last time," he admitted, his voice soft.
Yoongi's gaze sharpened, his smirk fading into something more genuine.
"You're not exactly easy to forget, it seems," Yoongi replied, his tone calm but carrying a weight that made Jimin's heart skip.
Jimin tilted his head, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Yoongi leaned back slightly, folding his arms as he avoided Jimin's gaze. There was a flicker of vulnerability in his usually composed demeanor. "I'm not going to lie... you're the one who kind of inspired me to write one of my songs."
Jimin froze, his breath hitching as his cheeks flushed a deep red. "What? I-I inspired you?"
Yoongi cleared his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable but pressing on. "Yeah".
Jimin felt his heart skip a beat. "You noticed me,i thought you didn't?"
"I notice a lot of things," Yoongi said, his tone quieter now, almost thoughtful. "Like how you keep fidgeting with that magazine because you're nervous. Or how your smile gets a little smaller when you're unsure of what to say."
Jimin's cheeks flushed a deep red, and he looked down, clutching the magazine tightly. "You're really observant," he muttered.
Yoongi leaned slightly on the couch, making eye contact with Jimin as he said.....
"Only when it's worth paying attention."
"I-" Jimin started but faltered, his voice catching in his throat.
"You don't have to say anything," Yoongi said, his voice softer now, almost reassuring. "I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable. Just... telling you what I see."
Jimin smiled faintly, his nerves easing just a little. "What else do you see?"
Yoongi's lips quirked upward in the faintest smile. "Someone I wouldn't mind seeing again."
The words hung in the air, leaving Jimin momentarily speechless. But for the first time that morning,
the awkwardness between them felt less like a wall and more like a bridge, one that both felt oddly eager to cross Jimin took a deep breath, breaking their lingering eye contact.
"Why don't you show me the song you've prepared?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. "Let me be the song I supposedly inspired."
Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry to break it to you, but the song is a deep secret for now," he said, standing up from the couch.
He turned toward the piano that sat just beside them, his fingers already itching to play. "But... I think I can play the tune for you. No lyrics, though."
Jimin's face lit up with excitement as he eagerly shifted in his seat. "I'll take what I can get."
Yoongi smirked, taking his place at the piano. His fingers hovered over the keys for a moment before he began to play. The melody was soft yet powerful, like a story told without words. The notes filled the room, warm and soothing, wrapping around Jimin like a comforting embrace.
Jimin closed his eyes instinctively, letting the music sink in. Even without lyrics, the tune felt vivid, almost like it was speaking directly to him. He could feel the emotion Yoongi poured into it-the raw vulnerability mixed with strength.
When the last note lingered in the air and faded, Jimin opened his eyes, his lips curling into a sincere smile. "It's amazing," he said, his voice full of admiration. "I bet it'll be a hit."
Yoongi turned to him, his expression softening. "You think so?"
"I *know* so," Jimin replied confidently, leaning back on the couch. "You know... your tune kind of reminds me of Agust D. His music has this kind of raw emotion too."
Yoongi froze for a split second, his fingers lightly brushing the piano keys. "Really?" he asked, avoiding Jimin's gaze.
"Yeah!" Jimin's eyes sparkled as he spoke. "I've always been a huge fan. I wish I could meet him someday."
Yoongi's lips twitched as he fought back a nervous smile. "He's... an interesting guy, I've heard," he mumbled, his voice slightly hesitant.
"Right? It's so mysterious how he's never shown his face," Jimin added, leaning forward with enthusiasm.
Just then Jimin made direct eye contact with him and said,
"All we've ever seen are his eyes from that one picture that went viral,"
Jimin, after their first meeting, found himself avoiding any direct interaction with Yoongi.
Not intentionally, but something about the elder made his heart race and his mind falter, leaving him flustered and unsure. Each time he thought of approaching Yoongi, his courage betrayed him, and he would retreat, convincing himself it wasn't the right time.
Yoongi, on the other hand, had noticed Jimin multiple times after their first encounter. Living just four blocks away, Jimin often crossed paths with him in the neighborhood-at the local coffee shop, the park, or even while walking down the street.
Yoongi never approached him, though. Instead, he watched from a distance, his gaze lingering longer than he intended.
There was something captivating about Jimin.
Something that made Yoongi pause every time he saw him. Was it his soft smile when he greeted the local bakery owner?
Or the way he seemed lost in thought while sipping coffee at the café? Yoongi didn't know. He only knew that Jimin had unknowingly taken residence in his thoughts.
Meanwhile, inspiration had struck Yoongi in ways he hadn't anticipated. After years of producing raw, introspective tracks, he found himself penning romantic songs-melodies filled with warmth and tenderness.
It was as though his heart was dictating the notes, and his hands merely followed.
Yoongi stared at the stack of freshly written lyrics and compositions on his desk. He smirked, a rare softness in his expression. These songs were different.
They weren't just music-they felt personal, intimate, like pieces of a story he wasn't ready to share with the world yet.
Still, he knew he would release them soon. The world needed to hear this side of him, even if he wasn't sure where the emotions came from. Deep down, a part of him wondered if the boy he'd been silently watching had unknowingly inspired these songs.