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“This bankbook is for your living expenses,” his grandmother said, showing him the bankbook with a white sticker paper pasted on the cover, a living expenses written in bold font. “Then these are for your school allowance and your teacher's uniform. This last bankbook is for whatever you want. Don’t forget to spoil yourself, alright?” there were four other bankbooks that were shown to him by his grandmother before giving him a loving smile before kissing his forehead.

“Are you going to leave me, grandma? Wait! Did you find a new boyfriend and decided to run away with him?” his voice full of dramatic sadness but also an undertone playfulness that made his grandma laugh, smacking his shoulder making him let out a small yelp. “ Ah! Now you’re even hurting me but it’s alright as long as your new boyfriend will never hurt you,” he talked in a pout.

His grandma just smiled at him before giving him a hug. They both sigh, content in each other’s arms. They didn’t have to say anything to understand the importance of one another in each other’s life. They both knew what the other meant without voicing it out. 

Jimin grew up without someone to call eomma or appa . He didn’t have anyone to greet a happy mother’s day or a happy father’s day. He didn’t have anyone to bring with him during family days when he was still a kid. He didn’t have someone to help him with his homework or with his school projects. He didn’t have someone to put in his family tree. 

But he had his grandma.

He grew up in his grandma’s loving arms. He was showered with love that he couldn’t get from his parents. That space that was left in his heart was fulfilled by his grandmother. He grew up not meeting his parents but not even once did he looked for them. In his mind, his grandmother was enough. He could leave with his grandmother without being suffocated. She was his remedy. She was his home instead of the four dirty white walls.

She was someone that made him realize that having no mother or father was not something he should be ashamed of. He had someone that could give him the parental love he failed to receive from his true parents. He had someone that he could count on and for him, it was enough. 

He was stupid though. He was stupid for not getting what his grandmother was trying to say these past few days. He was stupid to believe that she was fine. He was stupid to believe that she got a new boyfriend. He was stupid to believe that she could live with him forever.

She was not fine. There was no new boyfriend and she could never live with him forever. However, he realized it too late, or maybe he realized it too early that he decided to push it off the corner of his mind.

Now he was wearing his black tuxedo, eyes staring at nothing. He was hugging his grandmother’s picture, not letting go of it even if someone tried to take it away from him. He couldn’t greet the people that were visiting the small suffocating room. He wanted to remove the sickening smell of flowers and candles. He wanted to tell everyone that there was no reason for them to go here because his grandma was perfectly fine, just sleeping peacefully.

He hoped that was the case but the hole in his heart, the constriction of his throat, the swelling of his eyes, the non-stop flowing of his tears, he knew that he was just kidding himself. There, in front of him, was his grandmother sleeping peacefully, wearing her white dress. She looked so peaceful. There was no sign of any hardships of any sickness. He knew this was for the best but he couldn’t help but be selfish, wish that his grandmother was still there, waiting in their home. 

“I didn’t even tell you that I love you,” he whispered into the air, remembering all the times that he would jokingly push his grandma away once she started to give him some affection. He remembered how he couldn’t handle the warmth for too long that he ended up lightening the mood with his jokes.

“I didn’t even know that you’re taking a lot of pills,” he said, regret was clear in his voice. “What am I supposed to do now, grandma? I’m really all alone now.”

He spent his days wallowing in sorrow as everyone around him continued their daily life. He wanted to shout at them, to tell them that someone's life had disappeared. He wanted to ask them why were they continuing their life like normal even after someone just passed away? He thought it was a little bit sad, how someone could pass away without people acknowledging it. How someone so wonderful could disappear on Earth without people knowing about it.

His friends would sometimes visit him to check his condition but would always go home defeated. They couldn't make him talk nor eat. All that he could do was stare into space. He couldn't make himself move and continue his life. It was just unfair how someone would be stuck in their life while he would continue his own. 

Somehow, he found himself moving, going to his grandmother's room slowly. He hesitated a little bit, not sure if he could already take his grandmother's scent, to finally see her things, to see what was left behind for him. 

When he opened the door, the smell of familiar scent invaded his nostrils. It was the scent of vanilla that he was sure was all because of his grandmother's vanilla lotion. The room was neat, save to some dust that showed how long did the room stay untouched. The pillows were properly positioned on the bed, the blanket was folded neatly.

He sat on the bed and caresses the mattress only to realize that it was indeed empty, no sign of his grandmother. He was alone on the bed, unlike those times where he was being welcomed by her. There was no one who was saying how much he was worth. There was no one that was trying to hug him. 

It only took a few seconds before he started crying until he passed out on his grandmother's bed. 

When he woke up, it was already dark outside. He wiped the sleepiness off his eyes and was ready to go out of his grandmother's room. He glanced at everything before properly walking. However, he noticed the mirror that was placed beside the closet. Suddenly, he remembered his grandmother's instruction when he was still a kid. An instruction that he almost forgot. 

"Don't touch the big mirror in my room, Jiminie."

After his grandmother said that, he never tried to touch it ever again. He almost forgot its existence if he didn't check everything inside the room. He only went inside of his grandmother's room to talk to her. He never had time to run his eyes to everything and a mirror was just a mirror. He never made it a big deal when she instructed him to never touch the mirror. 

Now that he was already a grown-up adult, he decided to wonder why his grandmother asked him to not touch it. He could feel the urge to touch it, to know what was going on. He wondered if there was something placed behind the mirror. Maybe there was a vault? A secret cabinet? A secret room ? Maybe behind the mirror, there was some kind of button that will lead him to a pathway going to secret storage or something. 

He contemplated on what to do. He wanted to let it go, to respect his grandmother's wish when he was still a kid but maybe she just didn't want any accident to happen when he was a kid? With that thought in mind, he turned his way from walking towards the door to walking towards the mirror. He didn't touch it at first, just silently staring on the thing in front of him as if it would transform into something when he stared enough.

It didn't though. All that he could see was his messy soft pink hair, puffy eyed, bloated cheeks, red nose, and his dried plump lips. He decided that he actually looked horrible at that moment but that was not his priority. Not when he just heard something heavy falling. 

He let out a loud yelp, startled, and tried to find the cause of the noise but he was alone in the house and he was sure that the loud thud was coming from the mirror, which was ridiculous. He glared at the mirror, his eyes searching for any kind of opening that could lead him to a secret entrance. When he couldn't see anything, he used his hand, searching on the corner of the mirror but he couldn't find anything so he tried pushing it. Clue word tried.

"What the holy fucking shit!" he screamed his lungs out, eyes widening in horror as he retracted his hands from the mirror. He couldn't push it because his hands passed through it. He swore he was just exhausted that was why he was imagining things that were impossible to happen.

He was just thinking that to comfort himself and be strong enough to try it again to prove himself that he was indeed imagining things. He inhaled and exhaled dramatically until he calmed down and wished himself good luck. If his heart was not beating so fast, he would've laughed at his situation. However, he couldn't find it in himself to laugh. Not when he tried to push the mirror again but just like earlier, his hand passed through the mirror.

He was close to crying. He even told his grandmother's spirit that he loved her but she had to give him mercy because he never liked horror and his grandmother knew that. He just wanted to see everything that she left behind to him. He never expected that he would find a mirror that would make him pass through it. 

"Who's there?" a raspy voice was heard in his grandmother’s bedroom and he nearly had a heart attack. He was pretty sure that he was dreaming right now and he would wake up again on his grandmother’s bed and there would be no mirror or anything that was so eerie he might pass out anytime.

“Whoever you are, come out,” the raspy voice said firmly and it made him shiver. He already did come out to his grandmother since his first year in middle school. Why would he come out to a stranger again?

“Are you inside the closet?” the raspy voice asked again and there was something threatening on his voice that made Jimin whine. He was not a closeted gay. How dare him to assume that?

Jimin contemplated if he should pass through the mirror. First, he didn’t know where he would be found once he entered. Second, the raspy voice sounded so serious and threatening, as if it was on its defense mode and Jimin didn’t know how to fight. Third, he was still wishing to whoever that could hear his wish that this was just some stupid nightmare and he just needed to wake up. Fourth, he was stupid.

He was stupid enough to close his eyes and passed through the mirror. He was stupid enough to not think again of his decision and left everything for a moment. He was stupid enough to not think of the possible consequence that he would get once he passed through the mirror. 

“Holy shit!” he heard someone muttered and when he opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar living room. The walls were white-colored but most of the furniture were color black. It was a small living room but it looked so elegant. When he turned his back, he saw a man that was around his height. His hair was dyed with gray. His eyes were almost similar to the cat and skin was a little bit pale.

“Am I being delirious?” the stranger asked, “I was sure you just suddenly appeared!”

Jimin just stared at the man in front of him who was so close to being hysterical and he couldn't really blame the stranger. He was sure that his reaction would be worse if he was the one that witnesses someone appearing in front of him. He couldn’t even fathom the idea of someone suddenly appearing out of nowhere as if it was the most normal thing to happen. 

“I passed through my grandmother’s mirror,” Jimin said and the stranger laughed at him then abruptly stopping. His eyes were widening and his fingers were suddenly pointing at Jimin. He looked like a crazy person but Jimin could understand him.

The stranger started walking towards Jimin. He was being stared at while the gray-haired man was circling him. He flinched when he was touched by the stranger, who immediately retracted his hands.

“Can you please explain what was going on or if I am just being crazy after being punched in the face a while ago,” the gray-haired man said, confusion was obvious on his voice.

Jimin wanted to explain but he didn’t know what he should explain either. He was trying to go on with his life. He was just mourning a while ago. He just woke up and everything suddenly happened he didn’t have enough time or brain cells to process what was going on. He could explain that they were somewhat connected or at least the rooms were somewhat connected. He could simply say that there was a mirror that was eating him in until surprise! He was suddenly standing in an unfamiliar living room that didn’t have any colors except black and white which are elegant but boring at the same time.

He didn’t know what to say because even he himself wanted to find out what was going on. He was hoping that the stranger had an answer to his questions but after seeing the confusion on the gray-haired man, he realized that there was no way he knew the answers on Jimin’s question. 

“I just discovered it earlier either. I don’t know how to explain everything to you,” he answered honestly, his fingers were paying the hem of his shirt. His thoughts refused to stop and it got messy on his head to the point that he could feel a slight throbbing in his head.

“ Where, in hell, did you come from?” the stranger stared at him accusingly, “and what’s your name? I think it is right and just for me to know your name since you’re a stranger that suddenly entered — or appeared in my living room out of nowhere,” the man added.

Jimin contemplated if he should give the man his name but he deserved it since truly, Jimin just appeared out of nowhere.

“Can I at least sit? Standing here is tiring,” he says and noticed how the man rolled his eyes before motioning Jimin to sit on the couch while the gray-haired man was sitting a meter away from him. 

“Now spill.”

Jimin sighed and realized that he couldn’t get any better treatment from the stranger and decided to just deal with it. At Least he was not being kicked out. He needed to leave after all and find the mirror that was maybe placed in the stranger’s room or somewhere inside this apartment or house.

“Alright so to begin all of this, let me start when my grandmother passed away — no, don’t give me that look or I’ll stop explaining things to you,” he threatened the man and he was thankful when it the eyes that were staring at him became a glare. At least he could tolerate the glare. He had enough of those pitying eyes that people would throw at him ever since they learned that his grandmother passed away.

“Going back, I was mourning, obviously. She was my only guardian and I don’t even know who my parents were because stupid me thought she was enough. I mean she was indeed enough. Until she left and I have no one and I am completely alone. Of course, I stayed in my room the whole time. I don’t even know when was the last time I took a bath—,” he couldn’t finish his story because the stranger interrupted him.

 “That’s gross,” his face was showing the gross part and Jimin gave him a glare for that. 

“That’s it. I won’t finish the story anymore,” Jimin said.

“No! You still need to explain everything and tell me your name,” the stranger said and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes because of it. Of course, he knew that the man sitting a meter away from him was also curious about what was going on and Jimin is very much aware of it. 

“I’m Park Jimin and I think I also have to know your name so that I would stop referring to you as the boy with a gray hair or the man who is secretly curious about what was going on in my head,” he sassed.

“I am Min Yoongi and I am not curious. I am freaked out because a pink-haired man suddenly appeared in front of me and I think I have the right to be freaked out,” Yoongi retorted back at him and before he could even reply, a loud, heavy knock interrupted them.

“You’re going to go out and face us or else I will burn this house, Suga ,” the voice was deep and threatening and he assumed that the owner of the voice was a big man with lots of big muscles, bigger than their actual body.

“Shit,” Yoongi muttered before grabbing Jimin on the arms and pushing him on one of the rooms that, of course, Jimin could not recognize. 

“Who was that and what was going on and why are you so tense and why the fuck he called you Suga when you just introduced yourself to me as Yoongi?” he asked. He was even surprised at himself because he didn’t know he could talk that fast.

Yoongi or Suga just glared at him. He noticed how tense Yoongi’s jaw was, his grip on Jimin’s arm was also painfully tight that he had to shake it to remove Yoongi’s hand on him. There was also something on Yoongi’s pocket that the tense man was trying to get and Jimin realized what was it.

“Why do you have a butterfly knife on your pocket oh my god, ” he muttered but he stopped when the tip of the knife was suddenly on his neck.

“Try to talk again and move and you’ll see for yourself what this knife can do,” Yoongi threatened him. He was scared as hell that he didn’t even notice when did Yoongi moved away from him and went out of the door. He came back on his consciousness when the loud thud of the door was heard. He exhaled loudly and tried to focus on what was going on outside.

He could hear the forceful opening of the door but there was a silence that followed. He didn’t have any idea on what was going on and he was afraid to move and peeked on what was going on because of what Yoongi just threatened to him. 

He decided that he could sit on the bed instead of sitting on the cold floor. His eyes focused on what was inside and just like what he saw in the living room, the bedroom also composed of black furniture and white wall. The only white furniture he could see was the bed and it was so white he wondered if it would have a stain by just him simply sitting on it. 

He could see a small closet but it was enough for one person. The bedside table was empty. There was no picture frame on the other part of the room and he wondered if Yoongi had someone who he cherished enough to put them on a picture frame or something. He could see canvas though. It was simply, abstract too. It was almost black but there were some touches of red, the only color that he could see in the room but it was not a pleasant one. 

The canvas was like it was made out of anger like it was the feeling that the artist could feel the most while the color black was loneliness or sorrow. Those feelings when combined were deadly and he wondered if Yoongi bought the canvas because it was reflecting his inner feelings. 

One thing he noticed, however, was the fact that there was no mirror inside the room. He stood up and tried to find some mirror but there was none. He didn’t open the closet. He was afraid that Yoongi might catch him and hurt him even if he couldn’t believe that a man as small as Yoongi could hurt someone. Yet he knew the saying that no one can judge a book by its height.

When he got nothing better to do and accepted the fact that there was no mirror, he lied on the bed and hope that Yoongi would not kill him by simply lying on his bed. In his defense, he was bored and the room was too small and he couldn’t even open the drawers and see what was inside.

Jimin was always curious. He always wondered and wandered. His grandmother already accepted that fact but she always reminded him to be careful and stop acting so reckless. It was also the reason why he still passed through the mirror even if he knew that maybe it was not safe. However, he could not just invade Yoongi’s privacy and he was glad that after god-knows-how-long hours, Yoongi came back.

The first thing he noticed as soon as Yoongi appeared on his sight was the bruise on the older’s cheek and on the lips. His lips were bleeding and Yoongi only used the back of his hand to wipe it. The bruised-man was also holding his side as if it was hurt but thankfully, there was no blood so Jimin was sure it couldn’t be that bad. However, his mind was full of hows and whys and he was doing his best to not spill it all, afraid that Yoongi would be pissed and threaten him again. 

“I see you made yourself at home,” Yoongi said but he grimaced before touching the bruise on his lips and Jimin knew that it hurt when Yoongi spoke.

“I couldn’t do anything. Let me clean your bruise instead,” Jimin muttered and he didn’t even realize what he said until it was too late. 

“You will what?” Yoongi asked and if he was not afraid, he would probably tease him for having a weak hearing.

“I said I can clean your bruise if you want,” he repeated, adding the last part so that he would at least be safe from embarrassment.  

“You couldn’t even take a bath for days yet you had the audacity to offer a hand in cleaning my bruises,” Yoongi pointed out and it took a lot of self-control to not punch the bruised man. 

He was just trying to be nice. He didn’t need to be reminded of the fact that he didn’t take a bath for days because he was mourning and continuing his day like normal seemed a bit unfair for his grandmother who couldn’t even move on. 

“Just help me find a mirror so that I could go back and vanish from your sight,” Jimin said and he really wanted to go back home already and leave Yoongi’s place. He wanted to go in his own home and breath properly again. Also, maybe, take a bath and change his clothes. He could also clean the kitchen because he knew there was some food left in there and he wondered how awful was the smell already.

He was indeed pitiful and horrible.

“You aren’t done explaining yet so no, you’re not going anywhere than here,” Yoongi said and there was the threatening voice again that made him want to curl up but he gathered his courage to speak up and disagree to what Yoongi said.

“Nope. I can go home so that there will be no explaining what's going to happen since I am not here and you will not need the explanation anymore,” he says, crossing his arms on his chest, oozing a proud energy even if he was not actually a little nervous for disagreeing to the person who just threatened him with a butterfly knife a while ago.

"Alright. Go home then," Yoongi said, shrugging his shoulder before going out of the room. 

Jimin couldn't believe that Yoongi agreed just like that but he was not complaining. He was actually glad because it made everything easier. The only thing that he needed to do was to find a mirror that maybe looked like his grandmother's own. He didn't know where to find it, however. He couldn't see any single mirror inside of the living room a while ago and there was no mirror inside Yoongi's room either. 

He went outside the room and explore the whole house. It was just a small house, a single story house but big enough for one small person. There were three doors in total and a kitchen. The kitchen was small and Jimin opened the refrigerator as soon as he entered, convincing himself that he was just trying to check if there was a mirror inside it. It sounded like an excuse but who knew? Maybe Yoongi misplaced it there. 

There was no mirror. There was no food either and he wondered if Yoongi did eat something or humans in their world didn't eat anything. Wow . That was such a sad concept. They wouldn't know the importance of food and how it could make someone happy. They wouldn't know the feeling of contentment once you finally ate something that you have been craving for weeks. The only thing that Jimin could see was bottles of water and— was that an expired yogurt?

Jimin immediately left the refrigerator after closing it and realized that Yoongi's kitchen was a boring one. He decided to go back to the hallway and choose which door he should open. There were two other doors, the other one was the room that he occupied a while ago so he didn't need to include it in his choices. Contemplating which one he should open, he decided to sing eeny, meeny, miny, moe and chose the door where his finger pointed last as the song came to its end.

He giggled at his own childishness before opening the door without even thinking twice. He opened it forcefully and what he didn't expect waiting for him was Yoongi's glare as soon as he entered the room that happened to be a bathroom. He also noticed that Yoongi was not wearing any shirt and he saw a tattoo on his ribs but paid it no mind.

“Oopsies?” he said but a teasing smile on his face was there and Yoongi just rolled his eyes before continuing applying some ointment on his bruised lips that were free of any sign of blood that was there the first time Jimin saw Yoongi entered the room. He wondered if this always happened since the man had a first aid kit or maybe he was just a boy scout who was always ready for everything.

“Why are you even here and why are you staying instead of running away after seeing a half-naked man?” Yoongi asked when he didn’t leave the room and continued to stare at the busy man in front of him.

“Why would I run? It’s not like I’ve never seen a half-naked man or something,” Jimin muttered, not really bothered by Yoongi being a half-naked around him since he himself always wanted to stay half-naked since it made him a little less hot. “Also, I was trying to find a mirror— oh my god that’s a mirror!” Jimin exclaimed, realizing that Yoongi was using the mirror that happened to be in the bathroom. It was not as big as the one they had in his grandmother’s room but it was still a mirror.

“Wow, congrats. You know what mirror looks like,” Yoongi said sarcastically but he didn’t mind it. He was busy being happy after seeing the mirror for the first time after he arrived in Yoongi’s house. 

He immediately walked towards where Yoongi was standing and happily touched the mirror, expecting his hands to pass through it but he was confused when there was nothing . He could touch the mirror and that was it. No magical shit happened and he was afraid as to why there was nothing. He just wanted to go back home and mourn properly or maybe he could actually clean the house after being unproductive for how many days already.

“Are you going to stay there forever?” he went back to reality when he heard what Yoongi asked him. He stopped touching the mirror and stared at Yoongi before pouting and removing his hands in the mirror.

“I entered here using my grandmother’s mirror and I thought every mirror could be my way of exiting too,” he explained with a pout, “But I guess I was wrong,” he added and Jimin hummed in understanding.

“You didn’t appear from the mirror though. I mean, you just suddenly appeared in my living room, unannounced. There was no mirror or any shit. Also, I don’t have any mirror anymore so maybe you’ll need to think of something that would fit as some entrance or shit,” Yoongi said that made him think. If there was no other mirror besides this one that was placed in the bathroom, then what other possible entrance could it be?

He rethought of all the Korean drama and animes that he watched but there was no alternate universe that he could think off. He remembered what happened earlier and his face brightened up when he remembered something.

“You asked me a while ago if I’m inside the closet! Did you hear the sound coming from the closet?” he asked on Yoongi excitedly but the latter only shrugged at him before answering, “It was coming everywhere and I only said closet because it’s the only place where people could hide.”

“But there’s no harm if I tried, right?”

That was the reason why he was currently hiding inside Yoongi’s closet for approximately fifteen minutes already. He was sweating, some strands of his hair were sticking on his forehead, his shirt was sticking on his back and he was cursing a lot because Yoongi still refused to turn on the aircon.

“That shit cost a lot and I don’t want to suffer while staring at my electricity bill at the end of the month,” that was what Yoongi said to him.

After a while, he realized that the closet was not the answer. He immediately went out of it and positioned himself in front of the electric fan. When he felt the touch of the wind, he sighed, content at the sudden coldness that touched his skin. He stayed there for a while, even after Yoongi threatened him again if he didn’t move away from it. For now, nothing matters but the coldness that touched his skin.

“Just take a shower or something. You can borrow some clothes, seeing that you’re not that smaller compared to me,” Yoongi offered and Jimin let out a loud yelp because of the offer and decided to take it. He didn’t have any freedom to choose what he should wear though. He was only handed a white shirt, gray sweatpants and a boxer shorts.

It didn’t take him a while to finish showering, considering the fact that it wasn’t his own bathroom and Yoongi might nag at him for using too much water. He scrunched at the idea of getting threatened by Yoongi again because of it. He didn’t want to receive another threatening statement and he was also embarrassed for being a nuisance to Yoongi, a person he didn’t even know personally.

“You hungry? I ordered pizza and chicken. You can eat,” Yoongi said as soon as Jimin entered the living room, a towel drying his hair. Confused, he stared at Yoongi and processed everything before realizing that he actually head it properly. Yoongi just offered him some food, the same man who threatened him while holding a butterfly knife a while ago.

“Why are you suddenly being nice to me?” he asked and Yoongi stopped in his tracks, staring at Jimin before shrugging his shoulders as if it was not a big thing. However, for Jimin, it was. The man literally turned 360 degrees. He was not convinced that this was the same man from a while ago. 

“It was your choice if you want to eat or not. I’m just being considerate,” Yoongi explained and Jimin shrugged it off, decided to worry about it later or if the food had some kind of poison, he didn’t know. When his stomach grumbled, all that he could think of was the pizza and chicken waiting for him to savor them. 

"Thank you for the food!" Jimin says as he sat on the floor and grabs the chicken from the center table. He ate it as if he didn't eat for days, which was kind of true. He alternated from pizza to chicken to pizza and he noticed how Yoongi was just simply staring at him, dumbfounded.

"Don't look at me like that. I never ate properly the moment she left me," he said after swallowing the pizza he had bitten. It felt like it did the job since Yoongi cleared his throat and started eating with Jimin that made the latter smile.

"So Yoongi-ssi, do you mind telling me who are those bad guys from a while ago?" he asked when there was just a pregnant silence between them, saved for the munching of their food that was almost halfway done.

"They are just some bunch of assholes who think so highly of themselves and can't accept defeat so they tryna come into me after regaining consciousness in the middle of the road," Yoongi simply explained and he just nodded. He knew what Yoongi meant. He knew what gangsters were and if he understood it right then maybe Yoongi was a gangster which explains the butterfly knife, the way Yoongi treated his own bruises and how there was a first aid kit that shouldn't even be considered as a first aid kit because there were too much of medicines and other stuff in it.

When they were done eating, Jimin immediately cleaned the center table, throwing the box of the chicken and pizza. He had to ask Yoongi where the garbage bag was. Yoongi even tried to be a nice person again and stopped him from cleaning everything but he was just so insistent that Yoongi gave up and just answered Jimin's questions about where was where.

Jimin then realized that he didn't have anything with him and that he didn't know how to go back home. That only meant that tonight, he couldn't go home and spend his night on his bed. Tonight, he had to stay at Yoongi's place and sleep on the couch because he would be too much of a nuisance if he asked or allowed Yoongi to let him sleep on the bed. 

"Yoongi-ssi—"

"I'm 26 and if you're younger then call me hyung," Yoongi interrupted him and Jimin felt happy knowing that Yoongi finally came into terms that he would not be leaving tonight. He guessed it would be easy to convince the older to let him sleep on the couch. 

"Alright, hyung . I'm 24 and wondering if you have extra blankets? I'll just sleep on the couch and I'm really, really , sorry for being a nuisance," he muttered but Yoongi just waved his arms before standing up. The older entered the bedroom and when he went out, there was already a blanket on his hand and one pillow on the other.

"I don't have many pillows and I'll let you use it as long as you promise that you won't sleep with your mouth open and let the saliva out from your mouth because that's disgusting," Yoongi said while putting the pillow and blanket on the couch. Jimin giggled at what the older has said and he raised his right hand to gesture that he promised.

After a while, Yoongi left him alone in the living room and Jimin decided that it was time to sleep since he would have a long day tomorrow, considering that he still didn't have any idea on how to come back to his house or if he was actually in some kind of prank camera or he was being experimented or he was just being delusional after not sleeping and eating properly for days. 

Days passed by so slow yet so fast at the same time. There were days where he would just cry, desperate to go back home and see something familiar. There were days where he would take a look at everything inside Yoongi's house, touching every single thing that he could see in the hope that it would swallow him and bring him back to his own home.

He was also embarrassed at the fact that Yoongi was nothing but understanding. Sometimes, when the older was around, he would help Jimin to find something, anything, but as always, they both ended up empty-handed. 

Jimin even tried going to Seoul for once after discovering that he was in Daegu. He borrowed enough money from Yoongi which the older said that it was nothing and that Yoongi could have just driven him to the city because apparently, the older owned a car, but Jimin refused him. 

The same day he left Daegu was the same day he arrived at Daegu too. Seoul was just the same, he discovered after going there. He was too happy with the fact that maybe he could find his house and be back home but there was nothing. The lot where his house was located was now a small Korean restaurant and no one even knew that there was a house located there before.

When he showed up outside Yoongi's house, the older hugged him. He was teary-eyed, shoulders slumped and he looked so defeated that he understood why Yoongi hugged him. He must have looked pathetic and pitiful and he wanted to throw a fit but he couldn't. He ended up crying on Yoongi's shoulder until he calmed down. 

"It's alright, Jimin-ah. You're here. You can stay here," Yoongi said while comforting him a while ago and he couldn't stop the sobs that came out of his mouth. He was really thankful for Yoongi. The older always make sure that there was enough food for Jimin whenever the had to go out and won't be back until late. He even stocked some food inside the refrigerator that was empty before. 

"But I don't know anyone here," Jimin whined, "I don't even have anything with me, too," he added but Yoongi hushed him. He was guided by the older to sit on the couch in the living room. He curled on himself and he could feel the gaze coming from Yoongi. 

"You know me and you have me," Yoongi said that made him looked upon the older and stared at him quietly, observing the facial expression that Yoongi was showing. He saw the sincerity and genuine care and he wondered why. 

"I don't know you," he said, "I was only here for almost two weeks. I don't know you that much, Yoongi," he pointed out but Yoongi only clicked his tongue and knelt down to remove Jimin's shoes before properly tucking Jimin in the blanket.

"We have so much time to get to know each other and I can even introduce you to some of my friends that I can actually trust. You can apply to some part-time jobs that don't require too much paper works until I find someone that can fake your documents," Yoongi said as if it was something that he had already planned a long time ago. 

"Friends? And tell them what? That I came from the mirror?" Jimin said bitterly. He really appreciated what Yoongi was offering but he couldn't find it in himself to show it because he was still too bitter at the fact that he was useless and he couldn't go back to his old life where everything was easier than being here. 

"That you're from Seoul and shit happens and I helped you that was why you're with me," Yoongi said, "Now, sleep and talk to me once your head's not that hard anymore," was the only thing that Yoongi said before leaving him alone in the living room.

When he heard the bedroom door closed, he started thinking. He admitted that he was rude and mentally note that he had to apologize on Yoongi the very next day and he thought of all the things the older just offered him. He remembered the offer of being introduced to some of Yoongi's friends and he wondered if it was a good idea. Sure, it would help him adapt to the new surroundings but he was still anxious since if he wanted to befriend them then he had to be honest about his situation.

Second, about the job. He needed a job to not feel so burdened by the fact that all this time, Yoongi was feeding another mouth. He needed to repay the kindness that the older showed him. Sure, he sometimes cleaned the house and made some food for both of them but it was not enough. Now that he was living with someone, he had to contribute when it came to bills. 

Jimin sighed. He was staring at the ceiling, wondering how he ended up like this. He noticed some dust on the ceiling since he never liked sleeping without a light. That means that the brightness coming from the bulb was enough to illuminate the entire living room and notice everything around him.

For the past fourteen days of staying here, sleeping on the same spot as always, he already memorized Yoongi's house. He memorized every corner, where things were put and what was inside the storage room. He also memorized Yoongi's routine. The older would come home with bruises sometimes but not enough to worry him a lot. He memorized how Yoongi would greet him with a nod before the older would go straight to the bathroom to take a shower or heal his own bruises.

Jimin then realized that without thinking about it, Yoongi's house was becoming familiar to him. He was no longer a stranger in here and he wondered when did it start feeling like that. He realized that he could live and survive here. Yoongi was also a soft-hearted man, contradicting his sharp features. 

Jimin decided that he would continue his life instead of completely giving up just because he was in an unfamiliar environment. He had to try and enjoy what he had just now. He had to take this opportunity to start a new life while not forgetting his old one until he found enough reason for him to stay.

That was what made him fall asleep, with positivity in his mind. He was content, at least for tonight. He knew he would find a reason to stay and would stop finding a reason to go back home.

When the morning came, there was already sun rays peeking on the curtains. He sat sleepily, rubbing the sleepiness off his eyes as he tried to focus on waking up completely. He was still a little sleepy but he was not used at waking up late. He knew his head would hurt if he went back to sleep.

After a few minutes, he decided to stand up and washed his face in the bathroom to completely throw away the sleepiness he was still feeling. Then, he went straight to the kitchen to find something to cook for him and Yoongi for breakfast. He settled on the pancakes, suddenly craving for it. He was thankful that he shyly asked Yoongi if he could buy a strawberry syrup for him three days ago.

He prepared flour, baking soda, eggs, baking powder, butter and other ingredients he would be needing. It only took him twenty-five minutes to mix everything and start frying. The smell itself made him hungry and when he couldn't stop himself anymore, he ate the first piece he made. 

It takes him another thirty minutes to finish cooking five pieces of pancakes and another five minutes to finish the plating. He wrote 미안 on the plate, an apology for the older for being rude last night. He used the strawberry syrup to do it and he even put a crying face. When he was finally satisfied and deemed it as cute, he put one slice of strawberries on top, another request he said to Yoongi to buy three days ago. 

He prepared the coffee for the older as soon as he heard the bedroom door clicked, a signal that Yoongi was finally awake and ready to eat. He already noticed how the older always drink coffee every morning. He didn't know what kind of coffee Yoongi likes though but he hoped the older was not as picky as he seemed.

"Good morning," Jimin greeted the older as soon as he entered the kitchen and Yoongi muttered a small good morning. Jimin noticed how sleepy the older looked and how adorable it was but didn't voice it out. Instead, he gave the coffee to Yoongi and gave him a smile. The older was surprised at first but ended up thanking him before sipping on the coffee that he made.

Yoongi let out a hum and Jimin sighed in relief when the older gave him a thumbs up, indicating that Yoongi liked it and he didn't have to be nervous anymore.

"You also cooked pancake?" Yoongi voiced out and Jimin nodded. "Why are you even sorry? If it's about last night, it's alright. I think I'd act worse than you do if I'm in your shoes," Yoongi said when he saw the 미안 that was written on the plate. Jimin just pouted at the older before giving him a fork and a knife.

They spent breakfast together just like that. They even talked about something and what Jimin wanted to do. He told Yoongi all the thoughts that he had last night and when Yoongi smiled proudly at him, he knew he had made the right decision. 

Jimin spent the day looking for jobs. He was asked to go back home at five by Yoongi though since Jimin didn't have a phone just yet and the older didn't know how he would contact the younger if Jimin was suddenly in a very unfortunate situation that both of them wished to never happen.

Jimin tried to apply everywhere that would never ask for his documents but it was almost impossible since everyone was so strict and he at least had to show two IDs and his birth certificate but he had none of those. All of his stuff was left in his house that was non-existent anymore. Defeated, he was about to go back home when a small studio caught his eye and a sign where "WANTED: PART-TIME CHOREOGRAPHER" was posted on the door.

He was not an exceptional dancer. He just loved dancing and it was his past-time hobby when he was still in high school or college. He suddenly felt adrenaline, the same one he always feels whenever he was about to dance on stage. He almost forgot this kind of feeling but he felt like everything was working out for him, especially when he entered and was asked to dance in front of everyone instead of passing his documents.

"What song do you want me to play?" the choreographer asked. He noticed the gaze that was being sent to him. It was intense but not an uncomfortable one. It was the gaze of a dancer, the same one he had whenever he danced. He also noticed the heart-shaped lips of the choreographer and the smirk that came after when he answered, "Anything."

He heard the music blasting and it was unfamiliar. He had to listen to the first few seconds before he finally grasps the beat and started moving his body. He made it simple and slow at first, a little too delicate that mysteriously fitted the song until he transitioned to popping and a little b-boy at the end of the song. He was panting when he stood up but his lips broke into a smug smile when everyone's mouth was open, a fly ready to enter their mouths. Then, there was one clap, followed by another until everyone was whistling and clapping and congratulating him. Jimin then started jumping and dancing after realizing that he found the right job for him. 

"I'm Jung Hoseok, the owner of this studio and I'm happy to tell you that you can start tomorrow. You can take the 1:00PM - 4:00 PM class, if that's fine by you?" Hoseok said and Jimin nodded eagerly, excited to have a job already and repay all the kindness that Yoongi showed him.

"Great! I'll look forward to working with you, Park Jimin," Hoseok said.

Jimin was jumping every now and then while he was on his way to Yoongi's house. He didn't know what time was it already but he knew it was not yet past five. When he arrived, he saw Yoongi already waiting for him on the front door. 

"Hyung!" he called Yoongi's attention and he ran towards him, "I got a job! I got a job!" he said and at that moment, Yoongi showed him the gummy smile that he grew to like. Out of happiness, Jimin hugged the older while smiling so wide. He was about to separate from the hug when Yoongi didn’t move but before he could completely remove his hands around Yoongi, the older hugged him too, catching Jimin off-guard.

“I’m proud of you, Jimin,” Yoongi whispered directly on his ears and suddenly, the warmth was flooding his system. He was glad that Yoongi was actually a softy and not just a person who beats up people just because he wanted to. 

"Thank you!" he said and he separated from the older completely.

They entered the house together and Yoongi wanted to celebrate the fact that Jimin got a job so they ordered pasta, pizza, chicken and coke. While waiting for the food, Jimin decided to talk about the job he got.

"So I was already on my way home because I was really sad that everyone was asking for my documents but I have none. But! I saw this studio and a poster saying they are looking for a choreographer," Jimin started enthusiastically and Yoongi was listening intently to what he was saying. 

"Wait. You danced?" Yoongi asked and Jimin nodded, smacking his own thigh that made Yoongi looked at it.

"I mean, my thighs were enough as a proof that I dance," he smiled sheepishly and if he saw Yoongi gulping, he didn't voice it out. Instead, he continued talking about his day. "So I auditioned and suddenly, I got a job! I'll have to start tomorrow by the way and the owner was also kind. He said he's Jung Hoseok," Jimin said, recalling the things that happened inside the studio.

"Jung Hoseok? That's one of my friends," Yoongi said and Jimin's eyes widened before smiling wide because he met Yoongi's friend and he seemed nice and Hoseok loved dancing which means they already have something in common. 

Before Jimin could reply, a loud doorbell interrupted them. He excitedly went to the door and opened it, getting all the food that Yoongi ordered. When it was time to pay for it, he immediately glanced at Yoongi, smiling sheepishly that only made the older roll his eyes in fake annoyance but a small smile appeared on his face. 

While they were eating, they started getting to know more about one another. Yoongi even told Jimin that the older was not really planning to be a gangster or anything but during his college days, he was being targeted for being small until Yoongi learned how to fight. It took awhile for him to learn but it sure did turn everything 360 degrees after realizing that his small frame could be used as his own advantage. However, Yoongi didn't enjoy fighting anymore but he couldn't really stop. Not when there was a lot of people who felt so high they wanted to beat Yoongi. That was why Yoongi always had his butterfly knife with him. 

In return, Jimin told him the life he left behind. He recalled all the memories he could think of that he spent with his grandmother. He even told Yoongi the fact that he was not allowed to touch the mirror that served as an entrance in the elder's house. Yoongi laughed at him and tsk-ed in return, telling him that he wouldn't have had any problem if he just followed his grandmother's instruction.

"You can't blame me! I was curious and I was just a child when my grandma said those so I never thought it will still be applied even if I am already a grown ass man," Jimin said with a pout but Yoongi only made face and continued eating.

Jimin continued talking about his life. Mostly, it was all about him and his grandmother. Sometimes it was some stories about his childhood that he deemed ridiculous enough for Yoongi to laugh but sometimes he was being called out stupid instead. That was why he always ended up with a pout. 

Even when the food was already gone, they didn't make any effort to stand up. Somewhat, they got lost in their own world. They were enjoying recalling everything and telling the other every little part of themselves. They even got to the point where they shared their sexuality and found out that both of them didn't like to label themselves as something. They didn't want to limit themselves because of a mere label and they were glad that they have the same perception. 

It was only when Jimin started yawning while he was in the middle of talking about the first mango he ever tasted that Yoongi finally announced that Jimin could already sleep and let Yoongi clean everything. Of course, Jimin refused and forced himself to help but when Yoongi glared at him, he sighed in defeat and started to tucked himself on the couch.

"You know, if you're actually comfortable enough with me you can sleep on the bed since my bed was big enough for the two of us. Sometimes four people were sleeping there too but I wouldn't recommend it because we all looked like a canned sardines who couldn't move that much," Yoongi told him and he was surprised at the offer, not confident over the fact that the older would appreciate him trespassing (with consent) the older's comfort. 

"It's alright, hyung. I'm completely alright sleeping on the couch and it's big enough for me to fit without getting cramps in the morning," Jimin reassured the older and Yoongi just nodded at him before he let the sleepiness take over him. 

That didn't last long, however. One night, after a week since their conversation, Jimin woke up after he heard some noise coming outside. He couldn't think properly that night. He had to wait for a little moment until his eyes widened that the noise was coming from the main door. Someone was trying to break in and he immediately stood up. He contemplated if he should wait behind the door while holding a vase or he should go to the older's bedroom and woke Yoongi up from his sleep. 

Jimin settled on the latter part knowing that Yoongi wouldn't appreciate it if he didn't wake him up and Jimin didn't know how many were there. He was thankful that Yoongi never locked the door out of habit. That was the reason why he entered fast and immediately shaking the older until Yoongi muttered incoherent words.

"Hyung! There's someone trying to break in!"

Maybe it was the panic in Jimin’s voice that made Yoongi immediately stand up or maybe it was about the fact that it was not the first time that it happened in the older’s life, Jimin didn’t know. However, Yoongi is fully awake now and was currently getting the butterfly knife that was placed under the pillow. Yoongi didn’t even bother putting on a shirt and Jimin didn’t even notice it. 

“Hide in here and never come out until I come back,” Yoongi instructed just like the first time that Jimin was there and someone was knocking loudly on the door. However, this time, Yoongi said it softly, void of any sign of threatening tone. The softness made the Jimin nod, looking at Yoongi, concern lingering on his gaze but Yoongi gave him a smile before going out on the door.

Jimin heard the moment the door was opened but all of the sounds vanished. All that he could hear was the fast and loud beating of his heart. Time was so slow, too. Yoongi’s phone was on the bedside table and he checked the time every once in a while. Sometimes, it changes for a minute or two but most of the time, the numbers remained the same and it made him a little bit frustrated and at the same time, useless.

Jimin always wanted to help. He didn’t want to burden other people but now that he was in Yoongi’s bedroom, waiting for the older to come, he felt like he was holding Yoongi. He felt like Yoongi couldn’t let out his own strength and limited himself because there was someone he had to protect and that was Jimin. Maybe Jimin was just assuming things and maybe Yoongi wouldn’t protect him that much but the mere idea of Yoongi letting Jimin in his own bedroom and instructing to never get out of this four walls until the older came back was the only thing that Jimin could use to convince himself that Yoongi was really trying to protect him.  

Yoongi showed himself in front of Jimin thirty-three minutes later, counting every second that passed by. Yoongi’s right arm was bleeding through and it was enough to make Jimin panic.

“Hyung! Oh my god do you need to go to the hospital?” he said, screamed almost, while he walked towards Yoongi who was currently holding his bleeding arm. 

Jimin could see the pain on Yoongi’s face. He noticed how the older was wincing every now and then but when Jimin started talking a while ago, Yoongi’s face softened. However, Jimin didn’t have enough time to think or even notice it. He was so focused on the red liquid that was coming on Yoongi’s arm.

“No hospital, Jimin-ah, or else I’ll sleep my years in jail,” Yoongi told him and Jimin realized how illegal it was to fight and hurt someone in the middle of the night. Jimin realized that once the police got any evidence against Yoongi, it will be the end for Yoongi’s freedom. 

‘Then let me clean it for you and I won’t accept no this time,” he said firmly and didn’t even wait for Yoongi’s reply before he walked out of the room to go to the bathroom. He hoped that Yoongi would actually follow him. He prepared all the things that he would be needing.

Jimin knew a little bit of first-aid and how to treat an open wound so when he saw Yoongi on the door, he gestured for him to enter the bathroom. Jimin immediately removed Yoongi’s hand that was covering the wound and rinse the wound with running water. He let it stay under the faucet for some minutes until he deemed it was enough. Somewhere along the way, Yoongi already washed his bloodied hand.

Jimin then applied direct and firm pressure that made Yoongi cursed under his breath but that didn’t stop Jimin from continuing what he was doing. He was also thankful that there was an ointment, Aquaphor, he reads, on the first aid kit. He applied it on the wound before putting a gauze around Yoongi’s arms. 

“Wounds are disgusting so don’t ever try to have one again,” Jimin said, voice irritated but he just didn’t want to let Yoongi know how he was affected by it. 

“Alright, I won’t,” Yoongi said and when Jimin looked at the older’s face, there was a  smile forming and Jimin couldn’t help to smile back on the older. “Thank you, Jiminie,” Yoongi added after a while and Jimin only nodded before both of them walked out of the bathroom.

They went straight to Yoongi’s bedroom He waited for Yoongi to lie down on the bed and was about to go out of the room when Yoongi grabbed his hand using the older’s left hand. Jimin looked at Yoongi, confused as to why the older stopped him from going away.

“Do you need anything? Does it hurt?” Jimin asked, concern in his voice but when Yoongi shook his head, Jimin sighed in relief before a confused expression appeared on his face. 

“Sleep here, with me,” Jimin felt his heart beating loudly again, “I won’t allow you to sleep on that couch ever again after what happened today,” Yoongi said protectively but Jimin was having second thoughts and again, he didn’t want to invade Yoongi’s privacy just because of something inevitable now that he knew there was a lot of people who wanted to harm Yoongi in any way that they could find.

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt your arms and I’m a light sleeper so when someone tried to break in I could always hear it first and tell you,” he reasoned out, an excuse that even he himself couldn’t believe because as much as his sleep was lighter than anything, there would be a possible circumstances where the intruder would be quiet enough for a sleeping Jimin to notice.

“I’ll be taking the right side of the bed so that my injured arm will be free from any damaged from you,” Yoongi said, positioning himself on the right side of the bed before tapping the left side which was waiting to be occupied by Jimin. “If you sleep there, I wouldn’t be able to sleep properly, thinking of all the possibilities that might happen while you’re there. However, if you’re here, I’ll be confident that you’ll be fine because you’re with me,” Yoongi added, his stare was so intense that Jimin wanted to hide from it.

He didn’t know what was that supposed to mean but Jimin let it go. The last thing he wanted after this eventful night was to overthink. He shoved the thought at the back of his mind before giving Yoongi a nod. He realized that he didn’t want Yoongi to worry a lot and lose some sleep. Even Yoongi deserved a break that Jimin needed after tonight. 

He lied on the bed beside Yoongi and when he felt the soft mattress on his back, he sighed. It was too soft, contrary to the couch that he occupied ever since he arrived in Yoongi’s house unannounced. He realized that there was only one blanket but it was big enough for both Yoongi and him to share. He tucked himself the same time with Yoongi.

“Wait, do you want me to switch off the light?” Jimin asked after noticing that the light was illuminating the room and he knew Yoongi always turn it off just like other people do before sleeping.

“No, just let it be,” Yoongi answered and Jimin appreciated Yoongi’s consideration and thought of his luck.

He was lucky that he ended up in Yoongi’s living room. He was lucky that Yoongi looked like a ruthless, cold-hearted fighter but a softy when he got to know him. He was lucky that Yoongi was willing to take care of him even if at first, Jimin was nothing but a burden. He wondered what would be his life if he didn’t touch the mirror and met Yoongi on the other side. He wondered if he would stay mourning up until to this day. He wondered if he would beat himself up just because he lost someone who was precious to him. He wondered if he would feel even if a tiny bit of happiness if all of this didn’t happen.

Jimin wondered if he would be a teacher or he would completely reject the idea of teaching after losing his inspiration. He wondered if he would choose his life before over now. He wondered what would he feel if Yoongi was not laying beside him, staring at him intently as if Yoongi was memorizing every feature of Jimin’s face. He wondered if he was willing to exchange the soft touch of Yoongi’s hand on his face. He wondered if he could continue a day without seeing the gummy smile that appeared on Yoongi’s face at this very moment.

He wondered what he was currently feeling and why did he felt so content under Yoongi’s gaze.

“I can hear your thoughts, Jimin-ah. Stop thinking and sleep, yeah? I’ll protect you always,” Yoongi said and Jimin wished that the older was just using a figure of speech because he was afraid of Yoongi’s reaction if he was indeed hearing what Jimin was currently thinking. 

“Okay,” Jimin exhaled and suddenly, he missed Yoongi’s touch on his face, “Good night, hyung,” he muttered instead before he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He could hear Yoongi moving beside him but he realized how tired and sleepy he was that he couldn’t even glance at Yoongi anymore.

“Good night, Jiminie.”

It was the last thing he heard before he allowed himself to be lost in dreamland.

It was two weeks later, and the fourteenth times, that he woke up on Yoongi’s bed. He could feel Yoongi staring at him and before he opened his eyes, he already knew that once again, in the middle of the night, they found each other and tangled on the bed.

He let out a small grunt before the warmth he was feeling was suddenly gone. When he opened his eyes slowly, Yoongi was smiling at him before greeting him a small, “Good morning, Jiminie.”

Sometimes, Jimin would wake up first and he would take his time staring on Yoongi’s face. Sometimes, it was Yoongi that was staring at him as soon as he woke up. Sometimes they would wake up at the same time because of their own movement that disturbed the other. However, all the time, they would find themselves not taking their eyes on the other until they woke up. 

“Come on, sleepyhead,” Yoongi said but Jimin only whined and tried to go back from sleeping again. He heard Yoongi chuckling before the weight on the right side of his bed was suddenly gone. Jimin scrunched his nose then but he still refused to wake up.

“Alright, I’ll have to get up and go somewhere but I’ll pick you up later after your work,” Yoongi announced and it was the only thing that woke Jimin up completely, squinting his eyes on Yoongi to focus.

“We going somewhere?” he slurred and Yoongi hummed as a reply. 

“Don’t go anywhere until I arrived at the studio, alright?” Yoongi instructed again and he just nodded his hair, still a little sleepy.

The bedroom door opened then closes again. It was still early and Jimin would leave the house at 12:30 PM. The studio was relatively near but he wanted to always arrive early and do something like checking the equipment, wiping the floor whenever it was wet. Then, Jimin thought suddenly went to Yoongi and him.

There was nothing that changed between them, save for their morning routine that happened naturally without them even noticing it at first. Maybe they got a little closer too, a little open to one another. Maybe they got a little more protective and caring and clingy. Maybe they became domestic unconsciously. Maybe they were a little bit acting like there was something between them. However, there were no words that were being said. No one was saying anything, afraid that it will only make things a little bit awkward. No one was saying anything but both were aware of the fact that no one was rejecting the other’s advances.

It was all natural that words were not needed between them. It was all natural that Jimin wondered if he was reading everything correctly or he was just a little bit overthinking everything, putting malice in everything that Yoongi was doing for him recently.

He sighed, giving up the sleep he wanted and instead, he went out of the bedroom to go straight in the kitchen. He could hear the shower and he knew Yoongi showered without eating anything, not even drinking his morning coffee. Jimin decided to make breakfast for both of them again. It was just a simple sunny side up and fried rice but enough to put something on Yoongi’s stomach. He didn’t forget making Yoongi’s coffee that he mastered already. 

He waited for a little for Yoongi to arrive. The older already went out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his hips and it never bothered Jimin nor did his mind think of other things. It just looked so domestic and he was already happy with what he was given. He wouldn't ask for more unless Yoongi gave him something more.

"You prepared breakfast again? Aren't you sleepy a while ago?" Yoongi asked as soon as he showed up in the kitchen fully clothed. Jimin just hummed gestured Yoongi to sit and start eating properly already.

"That was a while ago. I couldn't even go back to sleep anymore," he answered with a pout while he handed Yoongi the plate with eggs. The older thanked Jimin as he got an egg for himself.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up," Yoongi said but Jimin only shook his head, telling Yoongi that he was alright and didn't really mind waking up like that. 

Waking up with Yoongi staring at him with a smile on his face.

They would talk about little things while they ate, the reason why it always took them more than an hour to just eat. Three-fourths of the time, they were just talking and smiling and one-fourth of the time was spent on eating. They didn't mind though, not even when Jimin mentioned the time, remembering that Yoongi had to go somewhere early. Yoongi shrugged it off, saying that he could just drive faster which resulted to Jimin giving the older a glare. 

"You need to be careful, you know," Jimin said softly, contrary to the glare he was giving the older. However, Yoongi just chuckled at him.

"Min, I've been driving fast for five years or more. I'll be fine," Yoongi said.

Min. Right. Yoongi gave him a nickname that came out naturally from the older's mouth. When he asked why he was being called Min, the only answer that he got was, "Because it was short and you're short." Jimin pouted until Yoongi gave up and bought him a strawberry flavored ice cream as an apology that Jimin gladly accepted.

Jimin didn't reply to what Yoongi just said. Truth be told, he didn't know the life of Yoongi before he came. Sure, Yoongi told him about his own life before but it was not enough. He only knew a little and all of it was not detailed. Sure, he knew Yoongi could fight someone, anyone and that the older could drive different cars and not just simply drive. When Yoongi drives, he drives fast without a sweat. However, that would never stop Jimin from worrying. He thought it was just normal to be concerned to someone who took care of him so well.

"I have to go now. Wait for me at the studio, yeah?" Yoongi said and Jimin nodded at him.

They were at the doorway, Jimin waiting for Yoongi to walk towards his car, wishing him to have a safe drive. Yoongi just laughed at him though, reminding him that the older was an expert driver and Jimin had nothing to worry about. He just made face and gestured Yoongi to hurry already.

Yoongi remained on his feet though. He was not making any effort to move and to go to his destination. Instead, he was staring at Jimin who has a confused expression on his face. Jimin didn't know what the older was thinking. He was just staring at the older's face the same way Yoongi was staring at him until Jimin became conscious. He had to stop looking from Yoongi and stare at the floor instead.

That was when he heard Yoongi walking. However, instead of walking away from him, he saw Yoongi's feet walking towards him. That was when he looked up again and found Yoongi smiling at him.

Yoongi was dangerously close and Jimin didn't know what to expect. He just let Yoongi invade his space until there was just an inch between them. Jimin's breath hitched when Yoongi's hand caressed his cheeks. Then, there it was. The warmth suddenly ran through his very veins until it successfully invaded his system. 

Yoongi pressed his lips on Jimin's forehead for a second before letting go of the younger with a smile on his lips and a red tint decorating his cheeks. 

"Goodbye, Min. I'll see you later," Yoongi said and this time, the older actually walked away from him, opening the car door and before he could even notice, Yoongi was not there anymore.

Jimin didn't know why everything sounded like a goodbye.

He didn't overthink it though. He let himself be lost at the thought of what Yoongi just did. His heart was celebrating because of it and the smile on his face was on and off. He wanted to stop himself from smiling because he was alone in the entire house and he looked stupid. However, he would replay the moment that happened earlier, the way Yoongi stared at him with fondness, how the elder's hand felt on his cheeks and how his lips touched Jimin's forehead. Then he would remember how Yoongi smiled at him, the red tint that decorated Yoongi's cheeks. 

He found himself losing it and immediately ran towards Yoongi's bedroom to bury his face on the pillow to muffle his voice. And then he screamed . He screamed because he was happy. He screamed because his heart was restless. He screamed because he was feeling giddy. He screamed because he was content.

He lied on the bed properly, staring at the ceiling with a smile on his face. He knew he looked stupid. He knew that someone would think he was crazy if they were watching him. However, it didn't matter. All that mattered was Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi .

He had to stop thinking about it though. He still had a job to attend and he was also looking forward to what Yoongi was planning later. He couldn't wait and he felt like this day would be the longest day of his life because he was waiting for something . Every day, the only thing that he looked forward to was the end of it. Now, he had something to look forward to and he was being giddy about it.

He made sure that he locked the doors and he arrived early as usual in the studio. He inspected everything and when he deemed it alright, one of his students had already arrived, followed by the others as the time ticked. Then, he began to warm up with them and he thought that today was his lucky day. Everything was just perfect. His students were all attentive and serious but would make a joke or two during their break time. Everyone followed the choreography properly and no one got hurt. 

He didn't even notice that it was already four in the afternoon until Hoseok called him and told him that Yoongi was already waiting for him. He checked that time and apologized profusely to everyone for not dismissing them on time. His students just shrugged it off though, claiming that even them were enjoying today's session, that they didn't mind what time it was already and they wished they could extend the time. However, everyone started teasing him when he said someone was waiting for him already. It made him blush but the smile on his face, while there was a red tint on his cheeks, were the reason shy his students cooed and immediately said their goodbyes

"So, you told them that we are going on a date?" a raspy voice suddenly asked and when he turned around, there was Yoongi, holding out a bouquet of flowers with a teasing smile on his face. 

Jimin was surprised to hear the older even if he knew that Yoongi was already outside. He just didn't expect him to enter and hold out a bouquet of flowers that was currently being handed to him. He knew his blush came back when he felt the warmth on his face while he received the flower. 

"You only told me to wait for you. You didn't say anything about a date," he mumbled but Yoongi snorted at him. 

"Deadass thought I made it obvious," Yoongi answered. When the older tried to touch him though, he flinched and a confused look was suddenly written on Yoongi's face. "Why?"

"I'm sweaty and smelly. Can I take a quick shower first?" he asked shyly that made Yoongi chuckle. 

"Sure but just so you know I won't mind touching you while you're sweaty and smelly. I couldn't even believe that you're smelly. All that I could smell was the vanilla body wash you bought and put beside my minty body wash," Yoongi said.

"I can smell myself, hyung. Don't try to seduce me with your flowery words," Jimin answered as he grabbed his backpack and replaced it with flowers. Even if he wanted to hold the flower the whole time, he wouldn't risk getting it wet. He even mentally noted to put it on a glass with water until he got a flower vase and put it in the living room. 

"Damn, busted," Yoongi dramatically said that only made him roll his eyes at the older's ridiculousness. 

"I'll be back in a few. You can talk to Hobi-hyung. Catch up or something," Jimin then gave Yoongi a smile before leaving the studio to go to the bathroom beside it. 

Jimin made sure he washed every part of his body properly. He even put a lotion that smelled like lavender. He didn't put any cologne or perfume though. It would mess with the scent of the lotion he applied. His outfit was simple. It was just black ripped jeans paired with a blue and white striped sweatshirt. 

He noticed it o nly took him 30 minutes before he came back on the studio. Yoongi immediately spotted him and walked towards him while Hoseok was left mid-sentence. This made Hoseok snort and called Yoongi a whipped man but received nothing in response. Yoongi was busy staring at Jimin and handing him the flower once again. 

"You ready to go?" Yoongi asked and he nodded and accepted the flowers for the second time around. Yoongi then gripped his wrist and shouted a goodbye to Hoseok. Jimin protested, saying that it was disrespectful of him to not properly say goodbye to his own boss. 

"It doesn't matter. I already told him that I'll kidnap you from him. At least , I shouted a goodbye," Yoongi reasoned out and Jimin just accepted his defeat and entered the car as soon as Yoongi opened it.

Jimin didn't know where they were going. He just put his trust to Yoongi and let him take him wherever he wanted. The car ride was peaceful too. There was a low sound coming from the stereo that he also recognized. He would hum to it and stole a glance from Yoongi every now and then. Yoongi also did the same and when they glanced at the same time, they would laugh at their own ridiculousness.

When they arrived at their destination, Jimin realized that Yoongi took him up the hill. When he got out of the car, he felt the chills on his spine and he rubbed his arms out of instinct. He was in awe, however. He could see everything from where he was standing. Everything at the bottom of the hill was as little as an ant, if not much smaller.

His attention was taken away from the scenery when there was a sudden weight on his shoulder. He looked at the source of it and it was a thick jacket from Yoongi. 

"It's cold here that was why I brought jackets with me," Yoongi said and Jimin mumbled a small thank you, wearing the jacket properly and sighing at the sudden warmth that was brought by it. 

Yoongi walked away to get something at the back of the car. When he went to see what was in there, he realized that Yoongi really planned everything. He could see a blanket, probably to use as their mat. There was a basket that he believed was full of food. There were bottles of coke. There was a box of cake. Jimin wondered how prepared Yoongi was.

"Let me help you," Jimin offered and snatched the blankets from the older's hand before finding a somewhat flat surface and laid the mat on that specific spot. Yoongi followed and put the basket and box of cake on the mat before he went back to the car and got a bottle of coke.

After they arranged and took out everything on the basket, which were full of chickens and tornado potato, they properly sat down on the mat.

"Hope you didn't find it corny or lame or something," Yoongi mumbled but Jimin was fast to give Yoongi a reassuring smile. 

"The scenery is pretty, the weather is nice, we have foods and I am with you. I can't ask for more, hyung," Jimin said genuinely, not even minding the fact that he just indirectly confessed that he loved being with Yoongi. This made the older sighed in relief and gave Jimin a reassuring smile.

"Do you like me, Jiminie?" Yoongi asked and Jimin should widen his eyes, act like he was surprised and he should be blushing. His reaction, however, was far from what was mentioned. Instead, he was smiling softly, nodding his head to Yoongi.

"I think I do," he voiced out.

"You think?"

"Yeah. It happened naturally that I didn't even have enough time to think about it. It just happened and I let it happen. I'm not sure of what I am feeling but I realized I wanted to stay beside you. I wanted to wake up every day with you beside me. I always wanted to see your smile or hear your laugh. What I want the most though was you," Jimin answered honestly and didn't even regret saying it.

He saw how Yoongi slowly moved. He saw how the biggest smile he had seen on Yoongi's lips appeared. He saw the fondness on Yoongi's eyes. He saw how happy Yoongi was and How, slowly, his hand was intertwined with Yoongi's own.

He could see through him. 

"Me too," Yoongi said after a while but he was not looking at Jimin, he was staring at their hands that were linked together. "It happens naturally that I didn't even notice it at first until the urge of wanting to be closer to you, to touch you, to cuddle you, to kiss you, became unbearable, I knew right then that I'm in some deep shit and instead of being scared, it made me feel the warmth instead. There was nothing scary when it came to what I feel, when it came to you," Yoongi told him.

Warmth. Contentment. Happiness. Belongingness. All of those surged in his system all at once. 

Jimin didn't say anything. What Yoongi has said didn't need any reply. Jimin understood and so did Yoongi. They knew they were feeling something for one another. They knew that it all came naturally even if they just spent a short amount of time together. Time couldn't measure the bond they shared. It couldn't measure their compatibility either. For them, the only thing that mattered was the fact that they shared the same feeling.

"You should eat already," Yoongi said.

They just ate and stare at the scenery. By the scenery, it meant they were staring at each other and smile and blush like a virgin teenage boys. They would appreciate the landscape though. They couldn't help but watch with adoration while thinking about one another. It was funny how big the world was but Jimin was brought to Yoongi of all people. 

They talked about their dreams. They talked about their future and they were all smiles when they realized they unconsciously planned it while expecting the other would stay. Definitely, Jimin would stay. He had found his reason, his home. It was in the form of Min Yoongi, the person who would beat up people who messed up with them but would become a completely different person when it came to his friends and Jimin.

"Do you miss your old home?" Yoongi asked out of the blue and Jimin hummed, thinking about Seoul, about his life before. He thought about his grandmother and everything that was left behind. 

"I miss my grandmother and the business of the city but that was it. I think I have found a home here instead," he answered honestly, "I think I found a home in you."

"In me?" Yoongi asked softly.

"Yeah. You're someone that was familiar. You're someone that I only need for me not to be afraid of everything that was unfamiliar. You're the reason why I kept on coming back to your house and it was not because I need a roof above my head. It was because you're there. Then, everywhere was suddenly my home, as long as you're there, it's home," Jimin said and he didn't even notice when Yoongi's face was just an inch away from his own. He just saw Yoongi, staring at him directly, softly. He waited for Yoongi to do something, anything. 

"Can I?" Yoongi whispered and instead of answering, Jimin closed his eyes, a silent yes was hanging between them. Jimin didn't have to wait for too long. He felt Yoongi's soft lips against his own and he sighed, a new feeling blossoming in his heart. 

It was just a simple pressing of lips. It didn't turn into a hungry one. There wasn't any teeth or tongue involved. It didn't even last for long. Jimin had to open his eyes, stare at Yoongi who was currently staring at him. He was sure that he was mirroring the look on Yoongi's face. A smile, a red tint on the cheeks, a loving look, Jimin was sure those were also present on his face.

It was when the sky was already dark that they cleaned their area and put all the things they brought at the back of Yoongi's car. Then, they double checked the place before they entered the car. Yoongi drove the car in a medium speed after receiving a speech from Jimin about the reasons and risks of driving too fast. It took them faster than when they were just on their way to the hill because it was uphill. 

There was only one argument that Jimin couldn’t bring himself to debunk. It was when Yoongi told him that he could drive perfectly with one hand and the other hand could be used to hold Jimin’s own. No matter how unsafe and reckless it was, Jimin still allowed Yoongi. That was the reason why their fingers currently intertwined to one another. It had Jimin smiling too. He even teased Yoongi for being a big sap instead of a big bad boy.

“I’m still a bad boy. You should check my Spotify playlist to confirm it. Get it from the car compartment,” Yoongi said and Jimin used his free hand to get the said phone from the compartment. He was surprised to see that there was no pin code or pattern or password. He unlocked it easily. Then, he checked Yoongi’s playlist and he muffled a laugh. 

“Hyung! Listening to explicit songs was not enough reason to consider yourself as a bad boy,”  Jimin said after seeing Shook Ones pt. II, Alwayz Into Somethin, When I B On Tha Mic, Big Poppa, and other explicit songs were added in Yoongi’s playlist.

“That was your opinion and not mine,” Yoongi said, putting stress on the word your .

Jimin just laughed at that before he decided to make a new playlist where he added his favorite songs. All of those were soft songs, contradicting Yoongi’s music taste. He added at least twenty new songs and when he got bored, he just put the phone back on the car compartment. Then, he noticed that they were already back on the main road. 

“ Hyung ,” Jimin called and maybe it was not a good idea. Maybe he should have just shut up and let Yoongi drive peacefully. Maybe he should just close his eyes and took a nap. Maybe he could just continue adding music on Yoongi’s Spotify playlist. 

The moment Yoongi turned his attention on Jimin, the younger could clearly see the older’s smiling face, the soft glint in his eyes and the peacefulness and contentment were visible in his expression. Then there it was, the blinding light that made Jimin’s eyes widen and Yoongi immediately turned his attention back on the road, letting go of Jimin’s hand on the process as the loud beep coming from the truck was heard. 

“ Yoongi! ” he screamed when Yoongi tried to maneuver the car but before Yoongi could even turn the steering wheel properly, to save both of them from their nightmare, they heard a loud crash and everything became blurry.

Jimin could hear the grunt coming from Yoongi. He could also feel the pain in every part of his body and a wet substance falling from his head. However, suddenly, he felt lighter. All of the pain was suddenly gone, replaced by nothingness. Suddenly, he couldn’t feel anything but the heavy heart he had been carrying the moment he closed his eyes and failed to feel the car seat he occupied just seconds ago.

Pain. There was a lot of pain that Yoongi was feeling on his body. He felt like there were tons of small rocks on his body that made it impossible for him to move without feeling the pain. Then, the sudden memory of shock and scared expression invaded his mind, making him open his eyes immediately only to close it again because of a blinding light that was illuminating the room.

Maybe there was no such thing as a perfect day. Maybe jimin became delusional and thought that everything would turn out alright. Maybe he shouldn’t have said it earlier. The day was not yet finished. If only he could laugh, he would. He was a fool for believing that all those perfectness was free. Life and world didn’t work like that. He should have known better than to expect a perfect day. 

“Yoongi! Thank fuck you’re finally alive!” someone said and it sounded a lot like Hoseok.  He scrunched his face and slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the light even if he wanted to curse it for being too bright.

“Where’s Jimin?” he asked. He then felt the dryness of his throat as if he didn’t use it for a year. 

“Are you alright?” Hoseok asked, not answering his question and if only he could sass, he would. At this moment, the last thing that he wanted to do was to repeat his question. All he wanted to know was Jimin’s safety. His heart was beating too fast and he didn’t even know why. Maybe he was too nervous. The pain that he could feel right now was hell and the idea of making Jimin feel this pain was fucking him up.

“I said, where’s Jimin? Was he alright?” he asked, forcing himself to speak more even if his throat was obviously protesting for being overused.

Instead of hearing an answer from Hoseok, all he received was silent and a dread feeling was suddenly invading his presence. His blood ran cold. His body suddenly went rigid and a loud ringing was echoing in his ears. He tried focusing on Hoseok’s expression but he couldn’t read it. He didn’t have any idea on what did Hoseok’s cold expression supposed to mean. He didn’t know how to open his mouth either. He couldn’t bring himself to talk but when it became too much, he forced himself to do so.

“Tell me he’s alright,” he said and there was something in Hoseok’s stare that was making it impossible for Yoongi to feel relieved. There was something in the way Hoseok was acting that made Yoongi’s heart clench. There was just something in Hoseok’s silence that made him want to cry and scream and ask why. However, Hoseok’s answer just made him confused.

“We don’t know, Yoongi,” Hoseok said, voice almost inaudible.

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked again but couldn’t bring it in himself to ask for water because all that he wanted to know was Jimin’s safety.

“Jimin wasn’t there. There was another blood and it was impossible for Jimin to move because everything was just damaged. Your car was unrecognizable and Jimin’s couldn’t even go out even if he could actually move,” Hoseok said, confusion was visible in his voice, “ Jimin was not there with you, ” Hoseok repeated.

It took roughly five minutes for Yoongi to process everything that Hoseok had said before he laughed, and laughed and sobbed.

Fate was ridiculous. Fate was cruel. Fate was playful. All this time, there was only one way to let Jimin go back home. All this time, it was not a mirror that would take Jimin away. Yoongi wanted to scream and he would do that if his throat was perfectly fine. He wanted to curse the world, to curse everyone, to curse the playfulness of fate. He wanted to throw everything away and stop the time. He wanted to blame everyone for letting this to happen. He wanted to throw a tantrum like a child after his source of happiness was taken away from him.

However, there was one thing that he wanted to do the most. If only he could, if only he knew how, he would try doing it. He wanted to be selfish, to turn back time and stop himself from taking Jimin out to go on a date. He wanted to remind himself to drive properly and that a five-year experience of reckless driving was not an excuse. He wanted to listen to Jimin.

To Jimin. To Jimin who tried to remind him that there was a proper way to drive. To Jimin who scolded him for driving faster. To Jimin who just suddenly popped out of nowhere, literally , To Jimin who became his reason to enjoy waking up every morning. To Jimin who made him want to go on a grocery every day. To Jimin who gave him every reason to continue his life. To Jimin who brought light to his dark life. To Jimin who he learned how to love. 

He spent the day crying and it was the first time he cried in front of his best friend. It was the first time he felt himself feeling an intense sadness. It was the first time he found enough reason to allow himself to cry. He didn’t even care to hide his tears when doctors and nurses tried to check him up. He didn’t stop sobbing even if he was given food and medicine that he needed to take. He didn’t stop his tears from flowing on his cheeks even if Hoseok tried to wipe his tears.

He was sad and he had a lot of tears that he kept in his dam and now that it finally broke out, it was nonstop. It was nonstop until he lost his consciousness.

It was two years later. Two years after Yoongi lose Jimin. Two years until he woke up without Jimin in Daegu. Two years after he   that Jimin vanished. Two years later until he started cursing at fate every time he got a chance.

It was two years later that he started crying every night until he passed out. Two years later since he moved to Seoul to find Jimin only to fail every time. Two years later since his heart had a big empty space that only Jimin could feel. It was two years later since he discovered what love was. Two years later since he last fell in love.

He didn’t want to give up from finding Jimin. He wondered since when did Seoul became so big that it stopped him from finding Jimin? He wondered if fate was having fun watching him suffer. He looked up at the sky to curse fate. He didn’t even know if he was doing it right but he just wanted to let it all out, to blame someone to his loneliness because it was easier that way.

What he didn’t expect however was to be greeted by the familiar voice in the new cafe that he just discovered today. He didn’t expect to see the small frame of someone so familiar. He didn’t expect to see the smile that was awfully familiar. He didn’t expect to see the eyes that used to stare at him with too much softness. It was different this time though. There was no sign of recognition, no sign of anything that gave him a clue that this guy who greeted him knew him.

He could feel his throat constricting, heart clenching as he stared at the only person he loved. He couldn’t believe that he was staring at the person he tried to find for two years. He couldn’t believe that Jimin was there, in front of him. He could feel his tears trying to free themselves from Yoongi’s eyes.

“What’s your order, sir?” Jimin asked and Yoongi wanted to laugh because Jimin from two years ago knew perfectly what his coffee should be. He wanted to laugh because he felt like he only found Jimin’s body but it wasn’t the same Jimin that he knew.

“One Iced Americano, please,” he said after he cleared his throat. 

“Your name?” Jimin asked again and he wanted to laugh bitterly because of it. There was no sign that Jimin could recognize him but confirming it when the younger asked for his name was something he didn’t know he could handle even if his heart was protesting in his chest.

“I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

Tuesday. Then Wednesday. Then every day. He visited the same shop every day and would sneak a glance to the younger every chance that he could get. Sometime Jimin would catch him staring but he didn’t mind. Not when he could see the confused look on the younger’s cute face. Today, however, he came a little late and Jimin was on the process of walking away from the counter. He ran fast, told Jimin that he would order for a take out and just the usual order. Jimin let out an annoyed huffed at that.

Yoongi waited for Jimin to come out and followed him. Somewhere along the way, Jimin noticed him but didn’t say anything. When he was asked after a few minutes, he just said that they have the same route. That made the younger shut up and they continued walking. Jimin was obviously in front of him and Yoongi was satisfied with simply following the younger.

It was when they were near the pedestrian lane that Jimin decided it was a good idea to put an earphones and choose a song on his phone that Yoongi’s heart started beating fast as he saw the car that almost, almost , crashed to Jimin if Yoongi didn’t manage to grab Jimin’s arms on time. 

Jimin let out a loud yelp the same time Yoongi cursed under his breath. 

“What the fuck, Jimin? Can you please be fucking careful?” he shouted and Jimin looked at him, surprised. Then the younger was suddenly teary-eyed that Yoongi had to let go of the younger before he could even do something stupid that would just complicate everything. 

Yoongi was mad and he had to calm himself. He was mad because the memories from two years ago were rushing in his head and it was giving him a headache. It was the reason why he walked away from Jimin and started walking to the same route that they both took a while ago.

Jimin was surprised, to say the least. He was surprised when there was a loud honk. He was surprised when there was a pair of hands that grabbed him. He was surprised when Yoongi just shouted at him and walked away. However, what made him surprise the most was the fact that he followed Yoongi silently.

Then there it was. His tears slowly fell on his cheeks. Then, there was a sudden rush of memories that flooded his brain that he had to touch his head and try to take the pain away. However, he was surprised to see Yoongi.

He was surprised to remember himself entering a mirror from his grandmother’s room. He remembered himself being curious and tried to pass through the mirror only to find himself in someone’s living room. He was surprised to see Yoongi demanding for an explanation and when Jimin was in the middle of explaining, someone knocked on the door. He was surprised to see Yoongi threatening him.

He saw himself spending his nights in the living room. He saw himself wandering in Seoul alone only to go back in Daegu. He remembered the first hug that he and Yoongi first shared. He remembered how Yoongi gave him shelter. He saw himself dancing in front of everyone and was ecstatic when he was accepted in his new job. He remembered Hoseok,  his boss that was more of a friend than an actual boss. He remembered sharing pizza and chicken with Yoongi when they celebrate Jimin’s new job that same day. He remembered all the things that Yoongi said to him. He remembered the night that someone tried to crash on their place.

Jimin remembered the first time he aided Yoongi. He remembered that it caused him to sleep beside Yoongi too. He remembered waking up every day with Yoongi watching him or him watching Yoongi. He remembered the first time Yoongi gave him a forehead kiss. He remembered the day that he deemed perfect. He remembered Yoongi picking him up from the studio and giving him flowers. He remembered the day that they both spent uphill. He remembered the confession happened. He remembered their first kiss. He remembered Yoongi holding his hand and then lastly, he remembered the car crash that made him go back to his old home. A home without Yoongi.

It came back all at once that Jimin couldn’t stop himself from running and hugging Yoongi from behind. He couldn’t stop himself from crying, sobbing on the older’s back. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling Yoongi’s heart. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking how much pain he caused the older. He didn’t know how to stop and he just kept on crying and crying. 

“I’m so sorry for not recognizing you, Yoongi,” he said in between his sobs and he even choked up mid-sentence, “I’m so sorry for forgetting and leaving you,” he added. Then, he felt Yoongi’s grip on his hands tightening. 

He cried harder when he felt Yoongi’s shoulder shaking, followed by a tear dropping on Jimin’s hands. They both cried together after finding each other. They both cried their hearts out until they couldn’t anymore. They didn’t even bother moving, too busy trying to get a hold of their emotions to do so. 

“ Jimin ,” Yoongi said and god did Jimin’s heart celebrated at that. Then, Yoongi turned around and Jimin could freely see the tear-stained cheeks of his lover. His lover .

“I’m sorry,” Jimin said again but Yoongi just shook his head. Yoongi then touched Jimin’s face and tried to wipe Jimin’s tears. It made him sighed in contentment. 

“It’s alright now. I found you a-and you remember me now. It’s fine,” Yoongi said and Jimin hugged the older, burying his face on the older’s neck as he breathed the familiar minty scent. This, this was his home. All this time, he always felt like he didn’t belong to the place he was in. All this time, he was feeling a little lost but he tried to push that feeling and continued his life. He felt like there was something missing in him but he couldn’t think of it that much because he had to continue living.

Now that he knew the reason why, he regretted not remembering it sooner. He regretted that he remembered it a little late. He regretted the fact that he had been missing a lot. However, it was alright. Just like what Yoongi said, it was fine. Because Jimin was finally home. Jimin was no longer lost.

“I love you,” he said, remembering the fact that he didn’t get the chance to say it two years ago. He could’ve said it a little sooner if only he didn’t forget everything. “I love you since two years ago, you know."

He heard Yoongi chuckling then there were two arms snaking on his waist. Yoongi was hugging him tight for a moment and as they separated, the older pressed a kiss on Jimin's forehead. 

"I know. It was obvious, the way we stare at each other that day and I've been loving you since two years ago too," Yoongi replied and Jimin smiled. For the first time, Jimin smiled. 

They decided to stay at Jimin's place. Yoongi was the one who insisted, telling Jimin that it was just right for him since Jimin already visited and stayed at Yoongi's house before. This made Jimin pout but didn't fight back. He knew his place was messy, remembering the disaster he made this morning since he couldn't find his favorite earrings and he was searching for his favorite sweatshirt that was also nowhere to be found. He didn't have enough time to tidy everything since he was going to be late in his class where kids were waiting for their favorite teacher which was him and he went straight to the café his friend owned because he just loved working in there, talking to different people and seeing their expressions would calm him down. 

They walked in silence, hand in hand. They made sure that the distance between them was almost unnoticeable, not even bothering if it affected their walking. Somewhere along the way, they got lost because Jimin was not paying attention to the direction and Yoongi just kept on walking. 

"Where are we?" Yoongi asked and Jimin looked up, straight on the way only to grimace and glanced at Yoongi to say, "I think we turned on the opposite way, hyung."

Yoongi looked dumbfounded for a moment before laughing at their ridiculousness. It caused Jimin to laugh too and they spent their walk home laughing and teasing each other and it was enough. It was enough for both of them to realize that they were home indeed.

"Jimin, I think you need to find a maid," Yoongi said as soon as they entered Jimin's place. 

"Or I could just kick you out," Jimin muttered, pouting. Yoongi just smirked at him though even though his insides were fluttering because fuck did he missed Jimin's pout and he still sometimes think of how soft it was when he kissed it.

"Or maybe we could just live together," Yoongi said and Jimin's eyes widened at first before softy smiling and maybe both of them were already thinking of their future. And maybe they would really spend their future together.

"Okay," Jimin said.

"Okay," Yoongj echoed and maybe it all happened naturally once again. How they decided to move in together, maybe a little bit too soon. Maybe it was just the right time. They didn't know, but one thing was for sure, they want to spend every morning and every night together.

That night, they talk about what they missed. Jimin told Yoongi how he suddenly woke up in the hospital, not remembering what happened and the doctor concluded that he had temporary amnesia because of the injuries he suffered. Everyone concluded that he was a victim of a hit and run and Jimin believed them since it was the only plausible reason in his case. Then, he told Yoongi how he applied to be a teacher, remembering that it was his dream. He told Yoongi how sometimes, his heart would clench but he didn't know why. 

Yoongi told Jimin about everything too. He told Jimin how he reacted when he realized that the younger probably vanished because Jimin was in the right place where he actually belonged. Yoongi told Jimin how he moved to Seoul the moment he recovered from the car crash. Yoongi told him how every day, he would ask if they knew a certain Park Jimin but there was just a lot of Park Jimin in Seoul that it always led him to the wrong Park Jimin. He told him his habit of blaming everything to the world. He told him how devastated he was. However, he also told him how he never fell out of love. Instead of being hopeless, instead of feeling the need to move on, Yoongi felt the need to find Jimin instead no matter how long it would take him.

They both shared their stories while eating pizza and chicken, just like what they did before. They spent the entire night talking and catching up. But this time, unlike before, they were cuddling and a little too touchy. They invade each others' personal space without feeling guilty.

That night, they both fell asleep, sharing Jimin's bed and blankets. Yoongi took the right side of the bed while Jimin took the left space. It only took a little time before they couldn't contain the distance between them and decided to hug each other until they were both contented and fell asleep.

The next day, Jimin woke up with Yoongi staring at him with a smile on his face. He woke up being stared at. There was something in the older's gaze that made Jimin soft, sleepiness completely forgotten. Then he realized, this would always be the scene every morning.

It was either Yoongi who would wake up first and stare at Jimin until he woke up or it was Jimin who would wake up first and stare at Yoongi's peaceful features until the older would grab him and tell him to go back to sleep again. 

Jimin noticed how the mirror in his grandmother's room suddenly vanished when Yoongi required him to clean the house after realizing that it was the weekend and Jimin didn't have to go to his work.