How does it feel to love Yoongi?
Like a flame, he admits.
It starts as a faint thrumming
beneath his skin,
a sort of humming
not entirely unpleasant,
yet almost unnoticeable
unless you were looking for it.
Then it spreads,
through his veins,
into his lungs until—
Jimin can't quite remember
when it had gotten to this point,
can't quite pinpoint when the man with the intense eyes
had made a home in his heart.
Afraid, he was,
Yoongi had once said that loving Jimin is like a tide,
but he willingly dove in,
loving him is like a flame.
The fiery look in his eyes as he made him that oath,
as he set Seoul on fire—
he was an unrelenting storm
fanning those flames of destruction,
yet so gentle and so kind in those quiet moments together.
The warmth he feels from Yoongi,
he would compare it to a flame—
not big enough to spiral out of control,
but enough to be a promise—
a promise of better days.
Jimin chooses to believe him,
Yes, loving him feels like a flame.