Jimin.

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Yunmin. "I missed you"

They broke up a year ago. Loudly, with broken dishes and a slamming door. Yoongi left first; Jimin didn't call him back. They hadn't seen each other since—only likes on social media and occasional messages in group chats.

At a mutual friend's wedding, they were seated at the same table. Someone clearly had a sense of humor.

— Hi, — Yoongi said, scanning the menu.

— Hello, — Jimin adjusted his napkin.

The first toast, the second, the third. Jimin downed a glass of champagne in one gulp; Yoongi smirked.

— You still don't know how to drink.

— And you still love to comment.

Under the table, their knees accidentally touched. Neither of them pulled away.

By the fourth toast, they were exchanging barbs, but without the old anger. By the fifth, Yoongi pushed a plate of fruit toward the omega—he knew Jimin loved strawberries. The latter didn't say thank you, but he ate the strawberries.

When the slow music started playing, Yoongi stood up and reached out his hand.

— Shall we dance?

— Since when?

— I just want to hold you. Even if it's under the guise of a dance.

Jimin hesitated for a second, then placed his palm in Yoongi's hand. They danced in silence. Yoongi held the omega by the waist; Jimin rested his head on his shoulder. It smelled of wine, flowers, and that old scent that made both of their noses sting.

— I missed your scent, — Yoongi whispered right into his hair.

— And I missed your purring, — Jimin replied softly. — You used to purr in your sleep.

The music ended, the guests applauded, but they remained there, pressed close against each other.