[suga/jimin] do i dazzle you?
“Jimin.” Yoongi stares in horror at the hand Jimin has around his wrist. He’ll have more luck ripping his hand off his body than loosening Jimin’s grip. Fuck his older age and strength but apparently no fucking common sense, “Jimin, you’ve done this vampire thing far longer than I have, Jimin, please stop dragging me behind you, Jimin this issunlight-”
But it’s too late. They’re already out in the clearing of the forest where sunrise caught them and Yoongi thinks fuck my life , because really, he just gave up his life for immortality not dying in a burst of flame or whatever happens when vampires go out in the sun. All Jimin had said before, when human Yoongi asked was that sunlight is not good for them.
He can feel the brightness of the sun even with his eyes closed and he waits for the smell of barbeque or maybe burning paper? How does burning vampire flesh even smell? He thinks he’ll find soon enough, except - except nothing happens. It’s been a few minutes already, or a few seconds maybe, his vampire brain finds it hard to measure time accurately. Some time has passed, for sure, but no smell of burning things reaches his supernatural nose. There’s no pain either, which is probably what he should’ve expected first, not smell, but the facts remain unchanged. His vitals are in perfect shape. Well, as perfect as an unbeating heart and other functionally dead organs could be.
He creaks an eye open and Jimin’s tentative grin meets his gaze. He is no longer holding Yoongi’s hand, instead he is standing a few feet away, posed like he’s ready to defend himself physically - which is totally weird, why would Yoongi want to - oh. Oh, he really should have asked what sunlight does to vampires before he died to become one.
“Jimin,” he says, voice a little incredulous. “Jimin, are you fucking sparkling ?”
“Uh,” Jimin takes a few steps back. “It should probably be noted that you are, too.”
Yoongi lifts his hand to his face and sure - the hairs there are almost invisible under the force of the colourful light reflected off his skin. It’s like he has dipped his hand in glue and spilled a whole bucket of Seokjin’s fancy holographic glitter on himself.
Yoongi takes a deep breath. “See, Jimin, this is the exact kind of thing you need to tell a person before you end their life.”
Jimin grips the edge of his sweater so hard, Yoongi thinks his knuckles would be white, if all of his skin wasn’t already. “Would it have made any difference?” His voice is defensive and hurt and wait, what?
“What?” Yoongi says aloud and takes a step closer, tentatively, because right now Jimin looks more like a scared animal than Yoongi has ever seen him.
“I was scared.” Jimin whispers, and it’s so quiet Yoongi is sure he wouldn’t have heard it if he was still human. But he’s not. “I was scared it would change your mind.”
“Baby,” Yoongi wraps his hands around him and Jimin sags against his body. “I didn’t choose to turn for some warped idea of eternity, I chose to turn for you .”
When Jimin finally looks up there is hope in his eyes. “Does that mean you don’t regret it?”
Yoongi ruffles his hair. “Did you really think a little glitter would change my mind? It was a hard decision, Jimin, and sunlight was never really a factor. Although it’s a little relieving that I don’t have to hide from the sun until the end of eternity.”
Jimin calms down, and it’s a palpable thing. He finally returns the hug and they stay like that for a bit, quiet. Then, “It’s a little more than “a little” glitter. Can you imagine Seokjin’s face?”
“Oh hell no. Don’t you even think about telling him, he’ll probably want to skin us both alive for the sparkles.”
Jimin’s laughter echoes in the empty clearing.