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Yoongi hated leaving home. That was why he had his own studio in his apartment, he did online shopping and nobody knew how he got a boyfriend.
And even if said man was the complete opposite of Yoongi and loved socializing and being on the street – saving money in online shopping because he went to the markets and fairs, – he was an excellent cook.
But when Seokjin managed to convince him to go out to buy some ingredient that was missing to make Yoongi's favorite cake, the mint haired boy knew what was waiting for him.
A fucking storm.
Yoongi let out all swearing he knew in Korean and English, as he entered the hall of the building. The umbrella had died on the way and he was soaked. He was going to kill Seokjin and eat all the fucking cake alone.
There was another person waiting for the elevator, and he was even wetter than Yoongi, arms enveloping himself. The mint haired boy stopped scolding his boyfriend’s third generation.
They stopped on the same floor, and while Yoongi lived in the second door of the hall – being too lazy to walk more than three steps after leaving the elevator compelled him to buy this apartment in particular, - the drenched boy walked down the hall.
Yoongi slightly cursed his boyfriend, who just laughed, picking up the bag and driving him to take a shower and not get sick. When the mint haired boy came out of a warm and refreshing bath, he gave up on scolding the oldest when he was greeted with a cup of tea and a kiss.
Yoongi could never beat Seokjin when it came to affection.
- / -
Yoongi couldn’t understand what he was facing. He had gone out to take out the trash, and was startled to see that the hall light was already on, as if someone was there.
There was no one, and he didn’t want to follow in Taehyung’s idea that ghosts existed, so he ignored it and went to the emergency exit to finish his task.
Upon returning, the light was still on. But this time he saw the same boy from the elevator, still wet, sitting in the hallway. He chattered his teeth while shrunken, trying to keep warmth.
Yoongi simply opened his door and returned to his fortress. He didn’t get involved with other people's problems.
- / -
It took over ten minutes for the mint haired boy to leave the apartment again, this time with his steps already set toward the boy. He had slept that way and Yoongi wanted to hit his head against the wall for taking so long.
He resigned himself to squatting to the boy's level, shaking him gently by the shoulder.
“Huh?”
Yoongi could feel a warmth that wasn’t normal irradiate from the boy, and again he wanted to hit his head against the wall. Jin was going to kill him when he learned that he left a boy with a fever in the hall.
“Hey! I'm your neighbor, and I realized you here in the hallway…”
“Oh!” The boy straightened up, rubbing his face to try to get rid of sleep. He didn’t tremble, but he could see the chilliness of his skin.
Before Yoongi could say something new, the other began to laugh. It was a slightly nervous laugh, rather shy, but it was beautiful. And since when did he classify laughter?
“I'm sorry, I just locked myself out of my apartment.”
He had...
Yoongi bit his lower lip to keep from laughing at the situation, even though the boy didn’t see any problems with laughing at himself.
“Locked out on a stormy day, huh.”
He just won a beaming grin. Which died with a coughing fit. Yoongi remembered the situation they were in, rising and offering his hand to the other.
“Until you can solve your problem, come inside. Staying in the hall in these conditions won’t be good for you.”
“Oh, no!” The boy shook his head. “I don’t want to be a bother, please.”
“If you don’t get inside in 10 seconds, I'll have to carry you.” Seokjin said from the apartment door, hands on his hips and still in apron.
Yoongi had to contain the laughter a second time.
With some reluctance they managed to lead the boy inside, Jin already pushing him into the bathroom, offering a change of clothes - from Yoongi because Seokjin was taller than both.
- / -
“Park Jimin.” It was the first thing they heard when the boy came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where the couple was. Yoongi expected the reddish color in his cheeks to be from the hot water and not from the fever.
“Kim Seokjin.” The oldest introduced himself with the most elegant smile, offering a cup of tea.
“Min Yoongi.”
“Thank you for helping me.” And now Yoongi could also consider that it was red with shame.
“Worry more about getting well.”
The night stretched with Seokjin serving tea and the damn cake, Yoongi and Jimin engaging in just eating the food, and Jin talking endlessly about how he loved cooking, about ingredients, about the day, about his boyfriend, - which made Jimin turn red again, - and trying to pry information about the boy.
But what they got was just the name, age, and that he studied in the nearby campus. Nothing more than this. Yoongi didn’t care about that. He didn’t want to become best friends with the boy, only help him.
They hadn’t managed to convince Jimin to accept the guest room, and Yoongi had lost count of the amount of snorts that Seokjin gave with it, forcing him to clean up the living room for him.
As the mint haired boy knew that the other had a fever, even if he had refused to be checked on by the older, he secured three blankets. Jimin stared at him with wide eyes.
“Why do you have so many blankets?”
Yoongi shrugged, but Seokjin decided to show up at that time and respond with all his grace.
“Yoongi is a very cold person.”
Jimin gave a friendly smile, and Yoongi thanked the fact that he hadn’t made any comments. He was not Taehyung in the end.
Seokjin always slept early because of his work in a bakery, Yoongi overnighted in the studio and Jimin had passed out on the couch. The older made his boyfriend promise that he would keep an eye on the boy rather than drown on his computer.
Yoongi found himself going to the living room four times during the night. The first two came to nothing. The third, had to cover Jimin again, who seemed to have fought against the universe in his dreams.
At last, Jimin was not on the couch, but in the kitchen, shaking, trying to warm up the leftovers of tea. Yoongi just sighed before gently pushing him to sit at the table.
“Yah! Why didn't you call me?”
“I didn’t want to disturb…” His voice was lower and hoarse, and Yoongi knew it was not because the state of sleep, but the flu that should be growing within the boy.
Yoongi sighed again, handing a mug of tea for him and making one for himself.
“Listen, if you were disturbing, I would never have gone into the hall to get you or we wouldn’t have kept you after the shower or anything. Understood?”
Jimin just nodded his head slightly, taking small sips of tea.
- / -
When Seokjin woke up to prepare breakfast, Jimin was comfortable on the couch, a bottle of water next him, and Yoongi was sleeping in the chair beside.
He smiled, pleased to see his boyfriend had kept the promise to take care of Jimin, going to prepare coffee for all of them.
Before leaving for work, he forced the boy to take some medicine and go back to sleep. Jimin tried to deny it, but a stare from Yoongi - who was not a morning person, he looked like a grumpy sergeant - was enough to convince him.
When the mint haired boy woke up again at lunchtime, Jimin was gone. There was a note thanking, full of emoticons. Yoongi already missed him somehow.
- / -
It's not as if they had become best friends, but during those two months, they bumped and communicated more than years of being neighbors. Seokjin always tried to leave food in Jimin’s apartment, who reciprocated with sweet or coffee to Yoongi.
The mint haired boy pretended not to be interested, but his boyfriend and even Taehyung knew more than he cared to admit.
But when Seokjin returned with a gift from Jimin and a happy smile and adoring face, Yoongi wondered if it would be so bad for the boy to be permanent in their lives.
- / -
After that routine for half a year, it was with surprise that Yoongi answered the door in the middle of the night. Jimin was there, soaked and laughing.
“Guess what.”
Yoongi ended up laughing this time, wondering how the boy - now orange hair - could be locked out of the apartment so easily.
But he would not complain about it. Not when Seokjin woke up with their laughter, the frown turning into a beautiful smile and ordering Jimin to quickly enter the bath.
Suddenly it was all familiar and Yoongi felt at home.