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+ that Yoongi throws all of his doubts in the air and does what his heart is telling him to do. Jimin giggles against his lips as Yoongi kisses him and the elder thinks he could live a thousand years with just Jimin's laugh and kisses keeping him sane and alive.
The festival in Namsan Park is full of life and varying colors as the sun sets below the horizon, with different stalls set up here and there to accommodate the gustatory needs of the people coming from different parts of Seoul.
“God, this kebab is so tasty!” Jimin exclaims, offering the stick to Yoongi. “Hyung, try it!” Yoongi snorts lightly as he bites on the meat, humming in approval. “It’s good.”
“Right?” Jimin giggles and takes another bite, sliding his fingers between Yoongi’s as they stroll along the park. The festive atmosphere and the red string of fate bracelets hugging both of their wrists are filling Yoongi’s chest with positive vibes, +
+ and he wonders for a moment when was the last time that he had visited festivals like this with Jimin. They have missed a lot of good experiences in the past several months and now, both of them are trying to make up for the lost time.
“Let’s go to N Seoul Tower?” Yoongi asks. Nodding excitedly, Jimin says, “Okay. I love the city view at night so much.” All throughout the cable car ride to Namsan Tower, Jimin’s fingers remain laced with his and Yoongi’s chest feels so warm and full +
+ at the sight of Jimin’s happy smiles and sweet giggles as he tells the elder how much he missed riding cable cars. Atop the hill, Jimin ushers Yoongi to one of the stalls selling love locks and coaxes him to buy one for him.
Being the weak man that he is, Yoongi can’t do anything but bend under his boyfriend’s adorable pout and big puppy eyes. There’s triumph in Jimin’s smirk when Yoongi hands him the lock, rolling his eyes as the younger pecks him on the cheek in return. “Let’s go that side, hyung.”
Every railing around the tower is full of different colors of locks, marked with scribbles and words that were left by people coming from all parts of the world.
Yoongi waits as Jimin writes on the padlock with black permanent ink, and once done, the younger hands him the lock and the marker, saying, “Your turn.”
Yoongi sees one big heart drawn at the center of the pink lock with the letters “PJM + MYG” written inside and a chuckle bubbles out of his throat at how cheesy and ‘Jimin-like’ the whole thing is.
The younger rests his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder as he watches the elder scribble on the lock. “‘To live and be free like ocean waves,’” he reads out Yoongi’s writing. “You’re such a poet, Yoongi-ya.”
“Even though we’re together, I want you to know that you’re free to do whatever you want, Jimin-ah.” He hands Jimin the lock, lifting up his gaze to stare into his lover’s irises. “And just like ocean waves, no matter where you or I go, we’ll always end up meeting at the shore.”
He kisses Jimin’s forehead. “My love will always flow with you, Park Jimin.” Yoongi hears a small gasp come out of Jimin’s mouth and the younger grips his coat to pull him closer. “Hyung,” Jimin whines. “You’re making me cry again; I hate you.”
The elder chuckles and plants another kiss on the tip of his lover’s nose. “Go and place that thing with the other locks.” He watches as Jimin hooks the lock on the railing, joining the others as they all withstand the harsh, changing weather under the same sky for years.
‘Just like our love,’ Yoongi ponders. “I have a gift for you,” Jimin says and fishes out a box from his pocket. “You’re always giving me stuff and I just thought that it’s my turn to return the favor.”
“Don’t think of it as a favor,” Yoongi clarifies. “I gave them to you because I wanted to.” “I know.” Jimin chuckles as he places the gift on Yoongi’s palm. “But you know what I mean.”
When Yoongi opens the box, his lips part in surprise at the sight of a silver wristwatch sitting on the velvety cushion, the metal glinting under the moonlit night. “Jimin-ah, you really didn’t have to.”
“I want to.” Jimin smiles, taking the watch from the box and chaining it around Yoongi’s left wrist. “It looks perfect on you, hyung.” “I’ll wear it well. Thank you, baby.” Yoongi smiles back.
Just as Jimin opens his mouth to say something, a loud explosion echoes around them as fireworks light up the night sky, blooming like colorful flowers and painting the stars with different hues.