Yoongi (college)

– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The college auditorium fell silent as Yoongi entered last, as always maintaining a meter of distance between himself and everyone else. His personal space was an invisible fortress that no one could storm—not his classmates, not even his closest friends. His coldness persisted day after day until Jimin appeared at the door.

Jimin entered not like a newcomer, but like long-awaited sunshine, with laughter echoing down the hallway and hands that didn't know the word "no." He touched everyone: patted their backs, adjusted their collars, grabbed their arms. And when he reached Yoongi, everyone froze, expecting the inevitable rebuff. But Jimin simply placed his hand on his shoulder, and the icy fortress turned to dust. It was the first touch that Yoongi didn't reject, but rather welcomed, feeling a searing wave of warmth run across his skin beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

Jimin broke all the rules they'd established: he'd wrap his arms around his neck, rest his knee against his knee under the table, and brush the strands of hair across his forehead with light, weightless movements of his fingers. Every touch was a small shock to Yoongi, an electric shock he'd begun to secretly crave, shaping his day around these moments of contact. His coldness melted, turning into a tense, concentrated silence, all the energy he devoted to simply sitting still while Jimin touched him, afraid that any movement would frighten this miracle.

Love had been brewing within Yoongi, quietly and unconditionally, like an incurable disease. And now, as Jimin, laughing at some joke, wrapped his arm around his, Yoongi finally realized the depth of his obsession. He slowly turned his head, meeting his friend's shining gaze, and his voice was quiet but with iron clarity as he finally forced out the confession that had been building in every cell:

• You have to stop touching me if you don't want me to melt right here.

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