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Yoongi sings softly to himself as he sets the table, pausing briefly when he hears the front door open, then click shut. There are flowers set in a vase at the center of the table that he’d picked up on the way home from work, and a chilled, unopen bottle of wine. He glances at the fridge, knowing that Jimin’s favorite cake is waiting on one of the shelves for them to eat after their meal.

“Hyung?” he hears Jimin call.

“In here, love,” he replies, walking to the kitchen to grab the food off the stove.

Arms wraps around his waist when he leans back from setting the food on the table, Jimin pressing his forehead against the back of Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi smiles and pats Jimin’s arms in front of him. “Welcome home,” he murmurs.

Jimin hums, before turning Yoongi around in his arms to face him, excitement dancing in his eyes.

Yoongi’s smile widens, knowing there can only be one reason for Jimin’s obvious joy.

“How did it go?” He asks as he slides his arms around Jimin’s shoulders.

Jimin bites back a smile, leaning away slightly to pull his phone out of his pocket and unlocks the screen. Yoongi squints when Jimin turns the screen towards him, reading the words on display.

“Congratulations, Park Jimin…”

“I got it, hyung,” Jimin breathes as he immediately pulls the screen away and pockets his phone, “I got accepted to start teaching next Fall!”

“That’s amazing, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi replies, pride rushing through him as he gazes at his love, “I had no doubts that you would be accepted.”

Jimin grins, bringing his hands to Yoongi’s waist. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Yoongi shakes his head, reaching up to tuck a strand of Jimin’s hair behind his ear. “You did that all on your own. I’m so proud of you.”

Jimin’s smile widens before he surges forward to press their lips together, Yoongi closing his eyes and smiling into the sweet, sweet kiss. Kissing Jimin is one of his favorite things, especially now in this moment of joy.

Yoongi pulls away, gazing into Jimin’s eyes, and a soft smile coming to his face at seeing Jimin so happy. He can’t help but lean forward to press a kiss to Jimin’s nose and Jimin lets out a soft giggle as he scrunches it.

“I made us a celebratory meal,” Yoongi murmurs, and Jimin’s eyes shift to look over his shoulder, taking in the dining table for the first time.

“Oh, hyung, you didn’t have to…”