DMF: Smol Sneekus Peakus

[a/n: this is Yoongi’s exclusive POV for a future, still unreleased chapter. Enjoy~ 💕]

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“Did you know that there are plenty of ways to say I love you without having to use words?” Namjoon breaks his thoughts as he sinks into the rope hammock beside Yoongi’s , glancing from Yoongi to his phone’s photo library. One of his eyebrows quirk up at how much Jimin occupies each preview square on Yoongi’s saved album. “Ah, who am I kidding. You’re a psych major. Of course you’d know.”

Feeling heat fanning over his cheeks, Yoongi clicks his phone shut and slips it inside his shorts’ pocket, humming noncommitally. He faces forward, watching the rest of the guys splashing and laughter at the seaside. This late into summer, it’s a wonder they found a considerably empty section of Jeju’s shores.

“Love languages, right?” Namjoon continues, leaning back against the hammock to swing gently with the sea breeze. “Taking pictures. Studying together. Caring silently. Watching over him. That’s more your thing, right?”

Yoongi scratches the tip of his nose. He doesn’t really know what to say—it’s not like he can deny it. But admitting it out loud, especially to Jimin’s childhood friend, feels too much like an indirect confession. He doesn’t want to be that kind of coward. “I just like to be around to help.”

Namjoon nods. “You love him.”

Yoongi shoots forward from his relaxed slouch on his hammock, blustering. “It’s- it’s not what you’re thinking, I’ve just known him a long time and—“

“You don’t have to lie to me, I’ve seen the way you look at Jimin,” Namjoon says, cheeks dimpling. “Doesn’t have to be romantic, does it? Love comes in different forms. You don’t have to label what he is to you.”

“For a political science major, you seem more suited to my course,” Yoongi mutters good-naturedly.

“I’m not trying to be deep or anything, trust me,” Namjoon deflects, raising both hands. “It’s just— I think I understand.” His gaze flickers to the laughing black-haired boy with doe eyes next to Jimin. “It’s just this quiet sureness, isn’t it?”

He’s so laid-back and easy to talk to, without holding judgment for anything. Yoongi’s shoulders deflate and he settles back on his hammock once more. He looks up at the tree shadowing their spot thoughtfully. A quiet sureness, huh?

“I’m curious though—what is it about Jimin?” Namjoon asks as he lowers the sunglasses from his head to his nose.

“What do you mean?”

“How do you, like, regard him?”

Yoongi cocks his head at him. The answer comes easier than he expected. “Like you said, I can’t really label it.” He doesn’t know if it’s platonic or romantic, or if he should even try. “But…”

“But?”

Min Yoongi has been surrounded by music all his life, so the best analogies he often comes up with is, “You know how, before a piano concerto solo, the orchestra often plays first?”

Namjoon nods, eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and waves him on to continue.

Yoongi’s gaze shifts back to Jimin, who’s now in the midst of creating a sandy mermaid tail over Taehyung’s legs. He can feel the slow smile stretching his face. “So there’s all this music, different instruments coming together. But there’s always that one moment right before the piano solo begins, you know, where the entire orchestra goes diminuendo, and the whole hall seems to hold its breath in anticipation, and the world becomes just a tiny bit softer? And all you can look at is the pianist, waiting for the magic to happen.” He licks his lower lip as his heart stutters, wondering why he’d never thought of it that way before. “Jimin isn’t just the pianist. He’s… he is that charged, in-between moment. And I just- I guess I just want to get lost in it.”