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Min Yoongi didn’t like meeting new people.

When someone moved in next door, he didn’t bother to introduce himself.

He didn’t feel the need to offer his help when he heard the sound of boxes and furniture being shoved into the tiny apartment next to his.

He didn’t feel like it was his job to show his new neighbor around. If they wanted to know where the grocery store was, they could Google it. He didn’t give the person a spare key to his apartment. In case of emergency Hoseok had one. (Who did live on the other side of town, but that was no big deal, according to Yoongi.)
All the people he needed were Namjoon and Hoseok. He didn’t need some new, nosy person in his life. He didn’t even know his neighbor’s name, age or gender. He had no idea what they looked like. But to be honest, Min Yoongi could’ve cared less. All he needed right now was his music, his two best friends and sleep. Especially the last one, seeing it was 3 AM.

But there was this small problem, coming from the other side of his bedroom wall. Yes, Yoongi did have a passion for music and he enjoyed listening to it, but not in the middle of the night when he was trying to sleep, goddammit.

A heavy beat was booming straight through the thin wall. He had been trying to mute it by putting a pillow over his head for half an hour now, but the sound was so piercing that it didn’t work. He had already shouted at the person to turn it down at 1 AM, but it was no use. Not wanting to start a fight with the stranger, he chose to ignore it. Just for this one time, though.

Telling himself he would slide a note with a complaint on it under his neighbor’s door the next morning, he closed his eyes again.

Nevertheless, when he heard  a loud bang and Yoongi had came to the conclusion that the person next door was now apparently breaking their apartment down, he had had enough.

With anger running through his veins he grabbed the nearest shirt of the ground. He quickly pulled it over his head and stomped to his front door, furiously swinging it open and making a sharp turn to the left.

‘Hey!’

Hurried footsteps were heard inside the apartment before someone opened the door. In front of Yoongi was a brown haired boy, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, small drops of sweat visible on his forehead. Surprised with the sight, Yoongi found himself at a loss for words, but he quickly recollected himself

‘I don’t know what you think you’re doing but please stop remodeling your apartment at 3 AM. Also,’ Yoongi crossed his arms in front of his chest, ‘you obviously didn’t get the memo, so I’m telling you right now. It’s kind of rude to blast music in the middle of the night. I know you just moved in, but believe me, I will personally make sure that you get kicked out just as fast if you make one more sound.’

Yoongi tried to give the stranger the angriest look he was capable of. He narrowed his eyes and scanned what he was dealing with. The boy looked younger than him. Also a little bit shorter, which gave Yoongi some sense of power and also boosted his confidence a little. He found his eyes travelling off to the person’s trained waist. The stranger’s defined abs got Yoongi distracted. He groaned as he forced himself to focus again, and let his eyes meet the dark brown ones of the person in front of him once they started talking.

‘I’m so sorry! I was working on my dance solo. It’s material arts inspired and there’s this kick in it. With a turn and stuff, very difficult. And I couldn’t sleep because I’m homesick and dancing always makes me feel better, so I figured, why not dance? But you see, I tried to do the kick and land on my bed. That went well until two minutes ago.’

Yoongi shot the boy another confused glare.

‘Can you believe I’ve been scammed by IKEA? The bed frame broke after doing it three times! Three times! I just got it yesterday!’ The boy threw his hands in the air in disbelief. ‘Wouldn’t you think their beds would be able to handle more? It was really expensive as well.’ He ran a hand trough his hair and looked up at an annoyed Min Yoongi.
‘I’m so sorry, where are my manners?’ he bowed, cheeks coloring a deep red. ‘I’m Park Jimin, but just call me Jimin! I moved in yesterday.’

At that moment Yoongi had already decided that he didn’t like this Jimin kid. Not only had he disturbed Yoongi’s treasured sleep, he also talked a lot and it was giving Yoongi a major headache already. Jimin also happened to have a tendency to make hand gestures while explaining, which Yoongi found extremely annoying as well.

No, he did not like Park Jimin.

‘Okay well, Jimin,’ he said the boy’s name as if it was some disgusting disease. ‘I literally do not care. But whatever, I’m Min Yoongi. And I do not appreciate it when people won’t let me sleep. Please practice your weird kung fu dancing during the day in the future. Have a good night.’ Yoongi faked a smile and made his way back to his apartment when he heard Jimin say his name.

‘Min Yoongi! Wait, since I, eh, well, broke my bed. Oh god, I’m sorry this is weird. But do you happen to have a couch I can crash on for one night?’

‘Don’t you have a couch yourself?’

‘It comes tomorrow, some of my furniture’s still at my family home.’

‘Well, I hope you have a comfortable floor then.’

Without granting Jimin one last look Yoongi shut his apartment door behind him.

Just when he was lying comfortably and had closed his eyes he heard a loud groan. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’ Annoyed, he kicked the wall, hoping Jimin would get that that was sign language for ‘shut up.’

‘I’m sorry but the floor is really uncomfortable!’

Yoongi rolled his eyes at Jimin’s whine.

‘Please? ’

Yoongi turned, not planning on responding.

‘Please?’

Yoongi really, really, really didn’t feel like getting up from his warm bed. He also really didn’t feel like going there again, but this Jimin kid was kind of testing his limits.

‘Pretty please? Just one night? The heater doesn’t work yet and the floor is really cold!’

‘I don’t even know you!’

‘But we’re neighbors, we should get to know each other!’

‘No we don’t.’

‘Please hyung!’

‘I am not your hyung. You don’t know me.’

‘Please, I promise I won’t ever practice my dancing during the night again! If I had known that I was being so noisy I wouldn’t have done it in the first place. I’m just so homesick. I’ve never been on my own before.’ Jimin sounded close to crying and honestly, it stung Yoongi’s heart a little.

‘If I let you sleep on my couch, will you shut up?’

‘Yes!’

Yoongi was such a kind human being.

‘The door is opened, be gone before 10 in the morning. This is the first but also the last time I’m doing this. And for the record; I don’t like you, I don’t know you, and I don’t want to hear you make one more sound. Goodnight.’

He could hear Jimin carefully open the front door and shuffle into Yoongi’s apartment seconds later.

Yoongi let out a deep sigh and finally felt his body relax a little. He had an odd feeling about his new neighbor. He also wasn’t quite sure why he gave into the boy’s begging. He didn’t need new people in his life, and he certainly didn’t need Jimin. Jimin he was annoying and he didn’t like him. All he needed was his music, his two best friends, and most of all, he needed sleep.

Yoongi was pleased to find an empty couch when he left his bed at 11:30 the following morning.

‘Kid forget his pillow,’ Yoongi murmured to himself when he noticed an unfamiliar light blue object. He figured he should just keep it as a reward for letting Jimin stay. (Also partly because the pillow smelled really good -not that Yoongi would ever admit that.)

He grabbed it of the couch and made his way back to his bedroom. Glad to have gotten rid of his annoying new neighbor, he threw the pillow on his own bed and took his phone out.

‘Hope you finished that verse you were talking about. Meet me at the studio around 7, it’s your turn to bring food.’

Yoongi stared at Namjoon’s text. Normally he would’ve been pretty excited to record a new track. But lately his music wasn’t coming along nicely. He felt as if all the inspiration had left his body. He often found himself in great despair. Fumbling with words, not being able to arrange them like before. All that came out were flat, meaningless rhymes that weren’t anything special. Let alone outstanding, or at the level Yoongi wanted, no expected, his lyrics to be.

He sat down at his desk and stared at the piece of paper in front of him.

Three lines.

 That was all he got. And they weren’t even good. He still had over 7 hours left to make something decent out of this verse, though. He let out a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. Music was his main source of income. Until recently he thought it was a pretty good job. But he slowly started to doubt it. He knew that he would never be able to quit music, but this way money was becoming scarce. Living of take out leftovers and depending on his parents who would lend him money. It wasn’t exactly how he had pictured his life to be.

When he left his apartment at 7 he had luckily gotten most of his verse done. He hoped that Namjoon would be able to put some final touches on it. His thoughts wandering off to Jimin when he passed the boy’s front door. The only time he had heard the brown haired boy that day was when his furniture had arrived. Glad Jimin kept his word and hadn’t bothered Yoongi, he stepped outside.

It was past midnight when Yoongi put his key into his front door. He was glad that he had a friend like Namjoon. Namjoon actually had a decent pair of brains and was capable of taking his shitty lyrics to the next level. Yoongi was still very annoyed with himself that he hadn't been able to deliver what was expected from him. Namjoon assured him his lyrics were good, and sent his blond haired friend lots of encouraging smiles, but Yoongi was far from satisfied. Determined to step his game up, he flicked the lights on. After kicking his shoes off he threw his coat onto a chair. He washed his face and brushed his teeth while leaning against the sink. After he put some sweatpants on he finally made his way over to his beloved bed. Just when he wanted to drop his body onto the soft mattress, he noticed that something was off. Big time.

‘Park Jimin!’

‘Yes?’

‘Why is there a hole in my fucking wall!?’

Next to his desk, opposite his bed, was a gaping hole. About one and a half meter above his carpeted floor was an opening about the size of a soccer ball.

‘Oh, yeah, that, sorry, small accident while putting my new lamp together,’ Jimin casually shrugged his neighbors comment off from the other side of the wall.

‘You call that a small accident? I call that invading my privacy and destroying others property! You know what, I’m done, I’m getting your ass kicked out.’

Jimin quickly made his way over to the hole and lowered his body so that he was able to make eye contact with a shocked Yoongi.

‘No! Please! I’ll cover it up first thing tomorrow morning! I promise!’

‘Can you stop looking into my room. That’s rude you know.’

‘Right, sorry,’ Jimin hastily stood up again.

‘I do not enjoy the sight of your nipples!’

‘Oh, right, sorry, again. I swear I normally do wear shirts, but I was just off to bed.’

Yoongi felt a smile creeping onto his face, secretly finding the situation a bit amusing. He heard Jimin moving away from the opening.

‘You should. Also, I’m not sleeping until you cover that hole. And as you found out yesterday, I treasure my sleep. So cover it up kid, and be quick, or I’ll call the landlord.’

After five minutes of Jimin running around his small apartment and furiously opening up different boxes in search of something he could cover that damn hole up with, he returned. This time with a shirt on, an old newspaper and some duct tape.

Peeking his head trough the hole he shyly smiled at Yoongi, ‘again, I’m really sorry. I hope this will do for tonight.’

Yoongi gave Jimin a small nod and let out a sigh. Part of him really wanted to call the landlord and get the boy who was now attempting to get the newspaper up against the wall out of his apartment building. But another part of Yoongi also kind of wanted Jimin to stay? He bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion over his own thoughts. No, what was he saying. He didn’t like Jimin. First the boy kept him up until 3 in the morning, and now he broke his wall.

Just when he thought his neighbor had finally covered the hole he noticed Jimin pulling the newspaper a few centimeters down again.

‘For god’s sake, stop looking into my room.’

‘I know, but isn’t that my pillow on your bed? Can I have it back?’

‘I’m sorry I have no idea what you’re talking about. Goodnight.’

‘No, really, I’m pretty sure that’s my pillow.’

‘No it’s not, bye Jimin.’

‘But-’

‘I said goodnight.’

‘O -okay, goodnight Yoongi, sorry, again. Night.’

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‘So you’re telling me he broke the wall, while putting a lamp together?’

‘That’s what he told me.’

‘How does one break a wall that way?’ Hoseok frowned, playing with the TV remote, tossing it in the air and catching it again.

‘I don’t know, go ask him.’

Without saying a word Hoseok got up and sprinted into Yoongi’s bedroom.

‘Yah, Jung Hoseok!’ Yoongi turned around in his chair. ‘Get your ass back here! I didn’t mean it that way!’

Unfortunately it was no use since Hoseok was already kneeling in front of the hole and was pulling the newspaper down.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and slowly got out of his chair. A little bit irritated, he followed his hyperactive friend. ‘Hobi, I didn’t mean you should literally..’ He frowned at the scene in front of him. ‘I see you two met?’

The newspaper was gone, and instead there was Jimin’s face. The boy’s chirpy voice filled the room.

‘So I wanted to put it on the wall, and I got my hammer. But I have more strength in my body than I thought, because -oh, hi Yoongi!’

Not even bothering to greet the boy back Yoongi crossed his arms. ‘Didn’t you say you would get the hole covered up?’

Jimin’s cheeks turned a bright red, ‘yeah, eh, actually, I was just about to do that!’

Yoongi rolled his eyes at the obvious lie. ‘Work on your lying skills kid. We had a deal. You would cover it. First thing in the morning. It’s almost 6pm now.’

‘I’ll get some plaster at the store tomorrow. It’s just a small hole,’ Jimin innocently smiled.

Apparently Jimin’s interpretation of the world ‘small’ was different from Yoongi’s.

‘Let’s go get some food Hoseok,’ Yoongi turned around and left his room, completely ignoring Jimin’s comment. He heard Hoseok say a quick ‘bye’ to Jimin before he made his way over to Yoongi who was already putting his coat on.

‘Why were you being so mean to him?’ Hoseok questioned his best friend. ‘He seemed like a really nice guy.’

‘Because he’s annoying and invading my privacy.’

‘Stop making such a big deal out of it Yoongi, just relax a bit.’ Hoseok slung his arm around the blond boy, ‘so what’s it going to be? Pizza? KFC? Ramen? It’s on me!’

‘I’m older, you don’t have to pay.’

‘But I want to! And please show your hope your pretty smile. You know that I don’t like it when you’re upset.’

‘I’m not upset, just a bit annoyed. I’m kind of stressed out lately and boy next door isn’t helping. But I’ll be fine, also, pizza will probably make me feel better.’

‘Pizza it is then, same place as last time? They were good right?’

Yoongi nodded and opened the front door, a small smile on his face, ‘I’m paying though.’

When he came back it was still pretty early in the evening and Yoongi was far from tired. He got his laptop out and sat on his bed. He figured he should work on some beats, considering he would be meeting Namjoon at the studio tomorrow. After about an hour he felt his concentration slip away and he decided to browse YouTube for a bit instead.

Of course his peaceful moment had to be interrupted by Jimin. (who hadn’t bothered to put the newspaper back on the opening)

‘Yoongi?’

He ran a hand trough his hair, deliberating whether he should respond to Jimin’s call or not. After some seconds of silence and fumbling with the cord of his headphones he turned his gaze away from where Jimin’s voice had just came from.

‘I’m sleeping I can’t hear you.’

‘I can see the light coming from your laptop. Also, people don’t talk when they’re asleep. Well most of the time they don’t. But anyway, I have a question, it’s kind of important.’

Oh god, here it comes.

‘Spill it kid.’

‘No one died in here, right?’

Yoongi chuckled, ‘why, does it smell weird?’

‘No. But this apartment isn’t haunted, or anything?’ Jimin nervously asked, his voice slightly shaking.

Yoongi had two options: one, make up a story that someone had been brutally murdered in there. Now their restless soul was still wandering the rooms of the apartment. Not being able to find peace until the current resident would have been suffocated to death in their sleep or something.

Or he could go with option two and just tell Jimin the truth. That he didn’t have the slightest idea. ‘As far as I’m concerned not.’

‘Okay great. There’s just this really weird sound coming from somewhere in my apartment. I heard it yesterday as well, and now it’s back. It’s probably nothing, but I was just making sure.’

‘A bit scared aren’t we?’ Yoongi teasingly questioned his neighbor.

‘No. I’m not scared’ Jimin tried to sound confident, but Yoongi wasn’t buying it. Two seconds later a high pitched scream was heard from the other side of the wall. Yoongi couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

‘This isn’t funny! It just came back! Come hear it for yourself!’

‘Nah, I’m not going over there, thanks for the invitation though.’

It went silent again, and Yoongi didn’t put his headphones back on. To be honest, he had gotten a bit curious what this sound the younger boy had been talking about was. He only had to wait a minute before he heard a low screeching sound. A gasp escaped him, shocked, he quickly covered his mouth, hoping Jimin hadn’t noticed it.

‘I heard that!’

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

‘Can you please come help me investigate?’ Jimin begged.

‘What do you think? That I’m part of Ghost Hunters or something?’

‘No I don’t but -oh my god I think I just heard it again! Please! And there’s a hole in the wall! What if it travels to your apartment trough the hole!’

‘I don’t know much about ghosts but I’m pretty sure that’s not how they work.’

‘I just heard you gasp, you’re scared as well, admit it. Please Yoongi! Also bring a broom, a knife, or some other weapon.’

Just when Yoongi wanted to shout that there was no way on earth that he would go ghost hunting with Jimin the sound returned. A shiver went down his spine.

He grumbled a ‘fine’ and grabbed an empty coke bottle. To defend himself, just in case. Not that Yoongi believed in ghosts, but that was one terrifying sound, okay.

When he opened his front door he was greeted by an anxious Jimin.

Jimin hesitatingly walked over to his own front door, closely followed by Yoongi, who wasn’t sure why he agreed on doing this.

‘You go first’ Jimin looked up at blond boy who was holding the coke bottle in front of him, ready to attack.

‘Why?’

‘Because you’re the oldest!’

‘That’s not a valuable reason! Also it’s your apartment, so it’s your ghost.’

‘So you do think there’s a ghost in there!’

‘No of course there’s no ghost in there. Ghosts don’t exist.’

Nevertheless, Yoongi was cautious when he entered his neighbor’s apartment.

‘Where did the sound come from?’ he asked Jimin behind him.

The younger nodded to the left, ‘near the kitchen, but I couldn’t really tell.’

Yoongi let out a deep breath before carefully continuing walking around the living room area. Suddenly, Jimin jumped closer to Yoongi, clinging onto the boy’s bicep. They both let out a shocked yelp, Yoongi proceeding to hit Jimin with the coke bottle.

‘What on earth do you think you’re doing!?’ Yoongi hissed, anger and surprise in his voice.

‘I’m sorry, I heard it again!’

‘Well at least be helpful and tell me where it came from!’

‘I think it was close to the television this time.’

Both boys walked closer to the TV-set, Yoongi clutching the coke bottle, Jimin still holding onto Yoongi’s arm.

‘I think we’re getting closer, I can hear the sound more clear now.’

Yoongi nodded at Jimin’s comment, hearing it as well. ‘I think it’s coming from inside that box.’ Yoongi pointed at one of the many boxes that were scattered all over Jimin’s apartment. Jimin had clearly been too lazy to unpack about 90% of them.

Even though Yoongi was almost sure that there wasn’t a ghost inside the box, he was still a bit wary when he opened it. ‘Give me some light.’

 The boy quickly responded, taking his phone out and turning the flashlight function on.

‘Let’s see,’ Yoongi murmured while lifting different items out of the box.

‘I think I found your ghost,’ Yoongi announced while holding up a plushy. It was a dog, and had clearly been in Jimin’s possession for years, considering the poor condition the stuffed animal was in. From somewhere inside the plushy came a screeching noise, which had probably once a bark. ‘I guess something has been pushing onto its power button and now it’s almost out of battery,’ Yoongi tossed the toy to Jimin. ‘Hence the weird sound.’

Jimin just stood there in embarrassment, kind of wishing the earth would just swallow him right then and there. Already preparing an apology for his childish action in his mind he was surprised when the blond boy smiled at him.

‘It’s okay, don’t be ashamed, it really did sound pretty scary. Better get those batteries out of there quick.’

‘You -you’re not mad at me?’

Yoongi grinned at Jimin’s surprised tone, ‘no, it was kind of funny seeing you freak out over a plushy.’

‘You were scared as well! You hit me with that bottle!’

‘And you clung onto me like a baby!’

‘Can we just forget about this,’ Jimin sighed, feeling a bit uneasy.

‘I think it’ll be better if we do, also please put the newspaper back up. I can’t really sleep when I feel like I’m being watched.’

‘Don’t worry, I’m not watching you, but yeah, will do,’ Jimin weakly smiled, part of him a bit disappointed that their little adventure was now over. Even though Yoongi had made it quite clear that he did not like Jimin, Jimin did like Yoongi.

‘Great, thanks. And next time please capture the ghost yourself, think you’ll be able to handle that kid?’

‘Yeah, I’ll be fine,’ Jimin answered, kind of annoyed with the nickname Yoongi seemed to had given him.

‘Well, I’m going back to my place if you don’t mind,’ Yoongi awkwardly announced after a short silence.

Jimin nodded and started to break the back of the toy open, attempting to remove the batteries.

Yoongi walked out of Jimin’s apartment, trying to balance the empty bottle on top of his hand.

Yoongi hated to admit it, but he had actually kind of enjoyed Jimin’s company.

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Insomnia.

Jimin was having it.

And it was bad.

He wasn’t used to being alone. Not hearing his mother’s voice, not being able to see his dad. Being so far away from the place he had called home his entire life hurt him more than he would like to admit. It was his choice to come here, after all. But after a little over a week, he was homesick to the point where he would basically spend most of his nights lying awake. Staring at the ceiling, catching four hours of sleep at most. It was unhealthy and emotionally draining, but Jimin was determined to stay. It would get better, he was certain of it. But for now it was 3:30AM and Jimin was, once again, still awake.

On the other side of Jimin’s bedroom wall, was another bedroom, Yoongi’s.

And it was empty, because Yoongi had gone out for drinks with Namjoon after a late night studio session.

And oh boy, did he regret that decision now. Dragging his barely conscious body up the stairs of his apartment building, he felt like he was about to throw all his stomach contents up.

Finally, he reached his apartment door, basically slamming his body against the white thing as he felt sleep taking over. Maybe he should just close his eyes for two seconds, maybe that would make the dizziness go away.

But what Yoongi wasn’t aware of was that the door wasn’t his but Jimin’s, and that the younger was absolutely wide awake now.

Once Jimin heard the loud bang outside his apartment he warily made his way to his front door.

Curious but also cautious to find out what just made the noise he slightly opened it, eyes widening in surprise with what he found.

There was his blond neighbor, completely passed out.

He kneeled down next to the boy.

‘Yoongi?’

No response.

‘Yoongi can you hear me?’

Now the boy slightly opened his bloodshot eyes. A small smile of relieve appeared on Jimin’s face. ‘Hey, you’re okay? where are your key? Let’s get you inside.’

‘Under..’ Yoongi seemed to be in deep thought. ‘It’s under the, the doormat.’

‘You don’t have a doormat. Who has the spare one?’

‘Hope has, yeah hope.. my hope.’

‘Who’s you’re hope?’

‘You,’ Yoongi weakly smiled up at Jimin, before closing his eyes.

Jimin bit his lip, there was no way on earth that he would leave a helpless Yoongi in front of his door on the cold floor. He carefully lifted the boy up, placing his right hand under his knees, left around his shoulders. Yoongi was much lighter than Jimin had expected and he easily carried the boy inside his apartment.

 Jimin had slept on Yoongi’s couch before.

 Now it was Yoongi’s turn to sleep on Jimin’s.

He carefully lowered the boy onto the black couch.

As he covered Yoongi with a blanket he couldn’t help but stare, he lay there sleeping so peacefully, his regular breathing, his blond messy hair.

Jimin clenched his fists, he really didn’t want to feel this way about his new neighbor, but he did. Jimin didn’t understand Yoongi and that really annoyed him. Normally he was able to see trough people easily. But Yoongi was too unpredictable for him. His own feelings towards the blond boy were too unpredictable for him.

He quickly turned his gaze away from the couch.

Sleep.

That was what he needed right now.

Rubbing his temples, he walked back to his bedroom and closed the door. Maybe he could still catch some hours tonight.

When Jimin woke up the sun was already shining through his thin curtains. A quick glance on his phone told him that it was nine o’ clock. That meant he had slept five hours, a new personal record.
Feeling probably the best he had felt all week, he enthusiastically opened his bedroom door, forgetting that Yoongi was still peacefully sleeping on the couch. There was no need to wonder whether he should wake Yoongi up or not, because Yoongi abruptly opened his eyes in terror at the sight of Jimin.

‘Please don’t scream!’

But there was no time for Yoongi to scream because he lost his balance and fell straight off the couch. A loud groan escaped his mouth as he looked around, disorientated. He quickly grabbed his pounding head and felt very sick all of a sudden.

‘I have a lot of questions right now,’ Yoongi’s voice and hands were both shaking, ‘but please get me a bucket or something fast, I’m going to throw up.’

‘So,’ Jimin awkwardly asked from his side of the wall, ‘already feeling a little better?’

‘No,’ Yoongi answered from the other side of the wall, ‘I honestly think my head is going to explode.’

‘That sucks.’

‘Yeah.’

It was eight hours later, and after Yoongi had thrown up all over Jimin’s living room floor, made an ashamed attempt to clean it up, threw up again (this time luckily in the bucket) he had left Jimin’s apartment.

After Yoongi had phoned Hoseok to get him his apartment key, he figured that it had been a bad idea to not give Jimin one. After waiting another 30 minutes in front of his apartment, Hoseok had arrived and had given Yoongi his key, but not after casually informing Yoongi that he, ‘both smelled and looked like shit.’

A quick shower made him feel a little better, but just when he wanted to get under the covers of his warm bed, Yoongi threw up again. Vowing to never, ever drink again he washed his mouth and placed both of his elbows on the sink, resting his head in his hands.

He had just returned to his bedroom when he heard a familiar voice.

‘I’m making ramen, do you want some? I understand food is the last thing on your mind, but it’s important to eat,’ Jimin offered.

‘I think I would like that,’ Yoongi’s sounded genuine and it made Jimin smile.

After about twenty minutes Jimin kneeled down in front of the hole. (he still hadn’t covered it, and to be honest, he didn’t really have plans to do so, unless Yoongi would insist, of course)

‘Got your food,’ Jimin announced while stretching his arm trough the hole, holding a bowl.

Yoongi slowly got up from his bed and walked over to the wall. He lowered his body so he was also kneeling in front of the hole and carefully took the steaming bowl from Jimin’s hands.

Shyly making eye contact with the brown haired boy, Yoongi looked up, ‘thanks.’

‘You’re welcome,’ he happily smiled back.

Was it happening? Was Jimin finally finding his way through the labyrinth that was called Min Yoongi? Or was it still too soon? Because Jimin still hadn’t forgotten Yoongi’s words. He could still hear Yoongi say that he didn’t like Jimin. He had said those four words very loud and clear.

‘But Jimin,’ Yoongi sighed, ‘why are you being so nice to me?’

‘Because I like,’ he hesitated for a second, ‘I like taking care of people. That’s what my mother taught me. When someone feels bad, you take care of them.’

They both ate in silence.

Yoongi felt a little lost. He had been nothing but rude to Jimin, and here the boy was, making sure that Yoongi was okay. Yoongi really wanted to scream into a pillow, and preferably Jimin’s. Which was still in his possession and lying next to his own.

Yoongi was the first to break the silence, placing the now half empty bowl beside him. If Jimin, a person who was younger and barely knew Yoongi, took care of him, then maybe Yoongi should do something back. ‘Jimin?’

The younger looked up, ‘yeah?’

‘Did anyone show you around yet?’

‘Not really, I went out with my friend Taehyung but that’s basically it.’

‘Come, I want to show you something.’

With a blanket still around his shoulders Yoongi made his way out of his apartment.

Jimin quickly followed Yoongi who was already climbing the staircase at the end of the corridor, ‘where are we going?’

‘The roof.’

‘Isn’t that, like, illegal?’

‘Probably.’

Yoongi opened the door that led to the rooftop, ‘I present to you; Seoul.’

A shiver ran down his spine once the cold air hit him. He spread his arms and took a deep breath.

The blond boy pointed, ‘that over there is the very famous Gangnam district. And if you look left from that tall gray building you will see a glimpse of the Han river.’

Jimin nodded, stunned by the amazing view. He looked up at the boy next to him, ‘you’re not from here either, are you?’

‘No, I’m from Daegu. I know what it’s like to be alone in such a big city. It’s easy to get lost, but even easier to lose yourself. Make sure it doesn’t happen to you kid.’ Yoongi looked down at the younger, ‘but I’m sure you’ll be fine.’

There was no need to talk. They both stood there, arms almost touching, looking over the city that would now be Jimin’s new home. Every now and then Jimin’s eyes would meet Yoongi’s brown ones.

He was determined to solve the mystery that was Min Yoongi.

People are naturally attracted to mystery, and Jimin wouldn’t be satisfied until he was able to understand the boy standing next to him. To understand his mood swings. To know why he moved here, all alone, just like Jimin. Why it seemed like Yoongi was somehow holding something back.

His thoughts were all of a sudden interrupted by Yoongi, who was already making his way back to the door, ‘I’m cold, let’s go back inside.’

Jimin took in the view one last time and then turned around as well, ‘yeah, I’m coming.’

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Yoongi shot up, breathing heavily.

It had only been a dream. Not reality. A dream. Bullshit made up by his mind.

He remembered every detail, hoping everything would escape him within minutes, he placed his head back on the mattress.

Man, his heart was still beating faster than normal. Why did he just dream that? Why on earth did he just dream that that?

‘No, no,’ he murmured to himself, feeling his cheeks heat up.

He could still hear Jimin whisper in his ear, his hot breath against Yoongi’s neck. Feel how his arms were placed on both sides of Yoongi, who had his back against the wall, and how he felt caged in by the younger. How the brown haired boy had smiled at him and had licked his lips before bringing his body even closer to Yoongi’s. He could feel Jimin place soft kisses along Yoongi’s collarbone and it made his whole body tense up.

Yoongi was pretty sure he had moaned in his dream.

Even though it had just been a dream, and nowhere near reality, he felt incredibly embarrassed. Sure, he had had weird dreams before, but never like the one he had just experienced. And the fact that he still remembered everything so clearly only made matters worse.

He wondered from which twisted part of his brain it had came from, and whether it was possible to take it out.

While he sat up in his bed he had the perfect view into his neighbor’s room. The newspaper hadn’t been put back up by Jimin and he had yet to cover the hole. And Yoongi, being the stubborn person that he was, refused to cover the hole himself. He hadn’t made it so it wasn’t his responsibility.

He saw Jimin moving back and forth in his room, seeming to practice a choreography.

Yoongi had never seen Jimin dance before. Moving his head back and forth to get a better view of his neighbor, he sat there, amused with the scene unfolding in front of him. He had to admit, the kid had talent. The way he effortlessly moved around was kind of intriguing.

‘Hyung,’ Jimin’s voice all of a sudden interrupted Yoongi’s staring and he immediately turned his gaze away, ‘are you watching me?’

‘Of course not,’ Yoongi tried to sound casual as he quickly rolled to the other side of his bed.

‘If you really want to watch you could just come over, you know,’ Jimin laughed.

Yoongi wasn’t sure whether the boy’s comment was to be taken serious or not.

‘Thanks for the offer but no, I have an appointment, but good luck practicing.’

‘You knew I was practicing, so you were watching me!’

‘You wish Park Jimin.’

He heard Jimin shout something but Yoongi had already left his bedroom, and was now heading to his bathroom to get ready.

When he came back that evening the clouds had turned a dark gray color, and it was absolutely raging outside. Even though he ran the few meters from his car to the tall building, he was soaking wet once he made it inside. He silently cursed while taking his drenched jacket off, climbing the stairs he felt the water dripping from his hair. Annoyed, he wiped the drops out of his face and sprinted up the last few steps.

After taking a pleasant hot shower he put on some sweatpants and a hoodie. Dropping his body on the couch in his living room, he turned the TV on. Trying to block out all the sound from outside he put the volume almost all the way up. It was pouring, and he felt sorry for all the people still roaming the streets. Every now and then lighting lit up his dark living room. He turned the volume up to its maximum when the thunder managed to get even louder.

‘Blanket,’ he whispered to himself while looking around his living room, a little irritated, he found that he had left it in his bedroom.

He walked across the room and opened his bedroom door, grabbing the soft piece of fabric from the corner of his bed. Suddenly he noticed soft sobs coming from the other side of the wall. Raising an eyebrow, Yoongi silently shuffled to the opening.

‘Jimin? Are you okay?’ He peeked through the hole and tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness of the room.

‘No,’ Jimin’s voice sounded fragile and Yoongi genuinely felt bad for the boy.

‘Are you afraid of the storm?’ Yoongi’s soft voice was filled with worry.

‘A little,’ was his response, his unsteady breathing was followed by a small sob.

Yoongi sat down in front of the hole and crossed his legs. ‘You want to talk about what’s wrong?’

Yoongi had a hard time comforting other people, he couldn’t even handle his own feelings most of the time, let alone other’s. But he really didn’t like seeing Jimin like this.

At that exact moment lightning struck nearby and it was followed by overwhelmingly loud thunder. Without hesitation Yoongi stood up and walked over to Jimin’s front door. ‘Jimin!’ he shouted over the sound of the thunderstorm outside.

 A few moments later the door was opened by a shaking Jimin. His face was covered in red spots and his normally bright eyes were pinned to the ground. ‘Come on kid,’ Yoongi sadly smiled at his upset neighbor who followed him inside his apartment. Both sitting on Yoongi’s couch Jimin couldn’t find the courage to look up.

‘Tell me what’s wrong,’ Yoongi tossed his blanket to Jimin, who was only wearing a pair of loose shorts and a muscle tee, ‘it’s unhealthy to keep it all inside.’

‘I’m just,’ Jimin looked up at the ceiling and blinked some newly formed tears away, ‘I’m just really scared.’

‘Is it the storm?’ Yoongi asked while turning the volume of the movie down a bit.

‘Yes, that’s one of the things,’ Jimin admitted. ‘I just miss my hometown. I miss my family. And I don’t know if I can make it here. I came here to pursue my dreams, but I don’t know if I’m good enough.’ He wiped some tears away and turned his head to the TV. ‘I feel really alone Yoongi.’

Yoongi sighed, ‘it will be okay. I’ve been there, you’ll get through it. The first few weeks are rough. But you’re not alone. You’re never alone in a city with more than 10 million inhabitants. And hey, you’ve got me.’

‘You’re serious?’

‘What, about that I’m here for you?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Why would you even ask that?’

‘Because I thought,’ for the first time Jimin’s eyes met Yoongi’s, ‘I was convinced you didn’t like me. You even said so.’

‘That was a mistake,’ Yoongi broke the eye contact and nervously fumbled with the hem of his hoodie. ‘I’m just careful with letting people in, that’s all.’

The sound of powerful thunder caused them both to shiver. They sat in silence and watched TV, even though neither of them understood the plot of the movie anymore.

‘Yoongi?’

‘Yeah?’

‘You know why I came to this city. Why did you?’

Yoongi sighed, avoiding Jimin’s stare, ‘let’s just say that I couldn’t stay in Daegu.’ He quickly changed the topic, ‘yah, Jimin, if you aren’t going to use that blanket please give it back because I’m getting cold.’

‘Actually I wanted to use it as well, but we could share it?’

Yoongi rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face, ‘I’m way too nice for you.’

But then Yoongi’s dream came back to him and he quickly turned his gaze back to the TV, ‘actually never mind, you can have it.’

‘Okay,’ Jimin shrugged, clearly not bothered by Yoongi’s sudden change of mind.

When lightning struck nearby Jimin gasped and scooted closer Yoongi.

‘Are you seriously that afraid of some thunder?’ Yoongi leaned back on the couch, putting his hood over his head.

‘We live in a tall building, what if it strikes here? What if it’s going to catch fire? Also you’re not some fearless person. It’s not like you aren’t afraid of things,’ Jimin huffed, a little offended.

‘There’s a shitload of tall buildings in this city. We’re basically surrounded. And I’ve never claimed to be a fearless person but I’m surely not afraid of some rain.’

Jimin rolled his eyes, turning around to study the boy’s side profile. Yoongi’s hair stopped just above his eyes, and he noticed that said eyes were small but beautiful, even when he looked tired. His eyes traveled down to the boy’s delicate nose and pink lips. His skin was much fairer than his own and he looked even paler in the flashy light of the TV.

‘Then what are you afraid of?’

Yoongi ignored the question, but Jimin’s intense stare was kind of starting to bother him. When the younger threw his legs on top of Yoongi’s lap to get more comfortable Yoongi had had enough. ‘Jimin, this isn’t the time to get all deep and personal.’

‘But I want to get to know you!’

Yoongi opened his mouth, ready to make a sarcastic comment, but Jimin sounded very sincere. Not to mention that the boy’s big brown eyes were still fixated on the blond boy.

‘Well I guess I fear..’ Yoongi inhaled deeply, ‘no, no I’m not doing this.’

Jimin’s voice turned to a soft whisper, ‘you can tell me.’

‘You wouldn’t understand.’

‘Help me understand then.’

‘Perhaps another time kid.’

Jimin tilted his head. The lack of personal space was starting to bother Yoongi, but Jimin used it in his advance, moving a little closer. He felt safe with Yoongi, and he also felt like he was getting somewhere, fucking finally.

‘Please?’

‘One of the things I fear is dying.’

‘You’re afraid of death? That’s a pretty common fear, if it makes you feel better, I’m afraid of dying too.’

‘Yeah, death is a scary thing,’ Yoongi nervously fumbled with the TV remote in his hands.

‘But you’re still young hyung! Death is for old people.’

Again, lightning struck, and Jimin was convinced it hit the building next to theirs. Without thinking he jumped on top of Yoongi, panic rushing through his body.

‘Park Jimin,’ Yoongi’s voice sounded dangerously calm.

‘Yes?’ Jimin squeaked from underneath his blanket, still shivering on top of Yoongi’s lap, head resting against the boy’s chest.

‘I’m going to count to three. If you’re not at least on the other side of the couch by then I will not hesitate to kick you were it hurts most.’

‘Already going!’ Jimin shouted while literally rolling of Yoongi’s lap and moving to the far left corner, already missing Yoongi’s body heat.

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Three days.

That was how long Jimin hadn’t seen Yoongi.

Of course, it wasn’t out of the usual for them not to talk every day. But it was out of the ordinary for Jimin to not even catch a glimpse of his neighbor. For three days Yoongi’s curtains had remained shut, the bed untouched and there was no sign of life coming from Yoongi’s apartment.

After the thunderstorm they had told each other ‘goodnight’ and each went to their own bedroom. Jimin felt warm inside when he thought back at how genuinely worried Yoongi had been for his well being. But when he woke up the next morning, he didn’t hear his neighbor’s shower running. There was an unusual complete silence instead.

On the second day he still didn’t think much of it, he had enrolled in a dance program and it had taken up his entire day. Just getting to the practice room took him over an hour in Seoul traffic, and the training was extremely tough. When he got back to his apartment he was completely exhausted and went straight to bed.

On the third day Jimin sat on his bed, his thoughts wondering off to where Yoongi could possibly be. Maybe he was visiting family? Maybe he was in a relationship and was staying with that person? He never told Jimin much about his personal life, so it was definitely one of the possibilities.

Lost, Jimin ran a hand trough his hair and let his body fall back onto his soft mattress.

After some minutes had passed he felt his eyelids become heavy. His eyes were fighting the light, but eventually Jimin gave in and closed them. He didn’t wake up until a familiar voice filled his ears. A steady beat came from the other side of the wall, Yoongi practicing a verse on top of it.

Jimin yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. While making a quick attempt to remodel his bed hair he sat up.

‘Yoongi!’ his voice sounded raspy but was still easily noticeable over the music, ‘you’re back!’ He walked over to the hole, feeling unsteady because he had gotten up too fast.

‘Yeah,’ it sounded from his neighbor’s bedroom.

‘Where have you been?’

‘At my friend's house.’

‘Okay, good, I was kind of worried. Not that you can’t just leave or anything, I mean you can. You also don’t have to tell me your whereabouts of course, but I don’t know you just disappeared? Did you have a good time, though?’

‘You sound like my mom. But yes, I did.’

There was something peculiar in Yoongi’s tone. Jimin wasn’t being unreasonable, right? It’s not normal behavior to randomly disappear. Was he really overreacting? Yoongi may’ve been one of his only friends here, but he shouldn’t forget that Yoongi probably had a lot more people here than he did.

‘I’m glad,’ Jimin weakly smiled at Yoongi, who had his eyes on his phone in his hand.

‘Jimin come over I need to talk to you about something. Also bring a hammer because I know you own one.’

Jimin wasn’t quite sure how to respond to Yoongi’s order. Perplexed, he got his hammer and made his way over to Yoongi’s apartment, who had left the door unlocked for Jimin.

He found Yoongi standing next to the hole he had once created, and that was still left uncovered.

Convinced Yoongi was going to make Jimin cover the hole under his supervision he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

‘I want you to make it bigger.’

He crossed his arms in front of his body and leaned against the wall next to the opening.

‘Wait, you want what?’

‘You heard me, you’re the one with the biceps and the hammer, make it larger, please.’

He had no idea where this attitude came from but Jimin felt extremely uncomfortable. Not only was Yoongi acting weird, he also wanted him to enlarge the hole? While he told Jimin to cover it up many times? ‘Why on earth would you want me to do that?’

‘Because it’s important.’

Jimin huffed and shook his head in disbelief. ‘Are you serious right now? You threatened to get me kicked out if I didn’t cover it and now you want me to damage that wall even more?’

‘Fine, hand me the hammer, I’ll do it myself then.’

Jimin started to get slightly pissed off by his neighbor’s demanding tone.

‘No you’re not. No one is breaking the wall. We could get into real trouble for this! Also it’s not only your wall, its mine as well, and I do not agree with you breaking it without even wanting to give me a valid reason.’

‘It’s just important.’

‘Again, that’s not a valid reason and we’re not doing it.’

‘Jimin, just hit it twice with force and we’ll be done, it’s no big deal. You’ve done it before.’

‘By accident, yes! Yoongi, I don’t know what is up with you, but I’m done. And don’t you dare go and break that wall yourself, because I will report it to the landlord.’

‘And who says they’ll believe you? You made it in the first place, so that wouldn’t be a smart move kid. Don’t think I’m scared now. I just need you to do me this one favor, put a curtain in front of it if it bothers you so much. It won’t make that much of a difference.’

‘You know in how much trouble we can get for this? I can barely afford my damn apartment, I have nowhere else to go. You know what Yoongi, if the landlord finds out and we get kicked out, I’ll either be homeless or on the first train back to Busan! I’m not doing it!’

Yoongi may not have been the most intelligent person in his class back at High school, but he wasn’t stupid. He had seen the way Jimin looked at him. He had noticed how the boy had grasped every opportunity to get closer to Yoongi. His curiosity towards Yoongi and the way he always seemed to seek physical contact said enough.
So he did the only thing that would not only get Jimin to shut up, but also hopefully get Jimin to agree with what Yoongi wanted him to do.

This was just like all those birthdays where he was forced to kiss his grandma, Yoongi told himself. There were no feelings behind it, it was just something he did to please her. This was all totally platonic. 100% platonic. No feelings whatsoever, Yoongi firmly told himself.

While Jimin still rambled on about how much of 'a bad idea!’ this was and repeated over and over again that Yoongi ‘wasn’t making any sense!’ Yoongi walked over to the brown haired boy.

Jimin was supporting his arguments with hand gestures, furiously swinging the hammer with every word he said.

Yoongi stood in front of Jimin, approximately half a meter distance between them. Without saying anything he placed his hand on the hammer and slowly put it down. Not breaking eye contact with the younger, he tilted his head and reduced the space between them, ‘please do this for hyung.’

It couldn’t have lasted more than two seconds.

Just a small peck on the lips.

There wasn’t any other physical contact, just their lips briefly touching.

A totally platonic, meaningless kiss.

Yoongi tried his best to genuinely smile at the completely shocked boy, ‘trust me, Jimin, please.’

‘I guess I..’ Jimin looked down. ‘If it’s really that important to you.’

Yoongi hated himself for doing this. He despised himself for using Jimin like this, because that’s what he did. He knew Jimin’s weakness and used it in his advance.
Even though Jimin’s lips were very warm and pleasant and soft and he did get this weird feeling in his belly. But Yoongi simply blamed that on nerves. One time thing. It was the only way to get it done. No feelings involved.

‘But you know, you do it, I’m not comfortable doing it. I’ll be in my room just throw the hammer trough the hole or something. I’ll..’ He nervously let his eyes meet Yoongi’s. ‘I’ll talk to you later.’

A mere five minutes later Yoongi had gotten the hole to the size he wanted it to be and was pleased with his work.

‘Jimin?’ he peeked through the opening and found his neighbor in the corner of his bedroom. Jimin turned around and shyly smiled at Yoongi who held the hammer out for Jimin to grab.

‘Thanks for borrowing. I’m sorry, I’ll explain it all someday. Also sorry for my behavior back there. I wasn’t being myself and I apologize for that.’

‘It’s okay hyung, we all have our bad days.’

‘I’m glad you understand. I promise I will all explain it to you soon, okay?’

‘Deal,’ Jimin weakly smiled while putting the hammer away.

Jimin was very confused to say at least.

Yoongi had kissed him.

 Min Yoongi had just randomly placed his lips on top of Jimin’s.

Friends don’t kiss each other (If he could even consider Yoongi one of his friends.) There were so many questions messing up his head right now. He felt embarrassed, happy and sad at the same time. That hadn’t been the distant Min Yoongi he had gotten to know.

‘Let’s forget about everything that just happened.’ He heard Yoongi say and Jimin nodded in agreement, even though they both knew that such a thing wasn’t possible.

‘Also I need your help with one more thing.’

‘I’m not smashing more walls, Min Yoongi.’

‘Don’t worry, Park Jimin,’ putting emphasis on his full name, grinning, ‘I won’t make you.’

He brightly smiled at his neighbor, ‘so I have four verses here, and you, Park Jimin, are the chosen one to help me pick the best one.’

‘Please understand that I’m honored but my knowledge of rap music is limited to what I know from show me the money.’

‘That will do for today then. Listen carefully kid, you might learn something.’

Jimin was glad Yoongi acted kind of normal again. Forget about what happened, he told himself, it will be easier for the both of you.

‘But don’t learn too much because I still want to be able to beat your ass in a battle.’

‘Too bad for you I’m the Korean equivalent of Jay-Z and Kanye West combined,’ Jimin smirked at Yoongi who turned the music on.

‘Park Jimin you’re playing with fire, don’t go there please.’

‘Should I freestyle?’

‘Please don’t -you’re making me regret my decision, I’m trying to be a serious rapper here.’

‘And I’m a very serious advisor, now show me what you got. Pretend this is show me the money.’

‘I’m way too good for show me the money.’

‘This way I’m never going to give you the chain.’

‘I don’t even need the chain!’

‘Lies Min Yoongi, lies!’

‘Shut up and listen your hyung right here is going to spit some real fire.’

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‘Jimin, meet Namjoon, Namjoon meet Jimin. You both have broken a bed at one point in your life.’

‘Nice to meet you!’ Jimin’s chirpy voice sounded from the other side of the wall.

Namjoon sat down next to Yoongi at his desk, ‘how come you’ve never told me that you had a new neighbor? Also, are you aware that there’s a huge hole in your wall?’

‘Both not important now, what is important is this.’

He grabbed his laptop and opened his soundcloud, ‘okay, you see this?’

‘Yeah?’

‘How many plays does it have?’

‘20.000!? What? when did you put this up?’

Yoongi smirked and leaned back in his chair, ‘last night.’

‘Is that the track you said you’ve been working on? That’s amazing, Yoongi, wow! You’re gonna make it hyung, I told you!’

While Namjoon stared at the laptop screen in disbelief, Yoongi heard a door closing, signaling that Jimin had left his apartment.

‘But last week you were still unsure about which verse you were going to use?’

‘Boy next door helped me out a bit.’

‘Ah, I see, is he rapper?’

‘He watches Show Me The Money?’

Namjoon rolled his eyes, ‘anyway, we should totally celebrate this! Let’s go out tonight!’

‘I don’t think that’s a good idea,’ Yoongi readjusted his snapback, thinking about his low alcohol tolerance.

‘Why not? Hyung, this is huge!’

‘Well, last time we went out, I got locked out of my own apartment, threw up at least ten times, and was pretty much unconscious.’

‘Why didn’t you call me then? Where did you sleep?’

‘Do you think I was able to type in a phone number? And I slept at Jimin’s place.’

Namjoon’s eyes widened, biting his lip while holding back a mischievous smile, ‘did you..’

‘Yah, Namjoon!’ Yoongi slapped his shoulder, ‘no I didn’t sleep with him! I slept on the couch.’

‘Are you sure there’s nothing going on between you guys? Is that why you were hiding him from me? Because you know,’ he placed his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and gave the blond boy a very serious look, ‘you can tell me anything.’

Yoongi turned around in his chair, shaking Namjoon’s hand off, ‘ah, you really are too much.’

‘What?’

‘There’s nothing going on between me and Jimin. Also, I wasn’t hiding him from you. He’s just an annoying kid.’

‘Did you two make out?’

‘Namjoon! Did you even hear a single word I just said?’

‘God, hyung I’m just playing!’ Namjoon teasingly pushed his friend, ‘but your reaction is suspicious.’

Once Namjoon had left his words kept haunting Yoongi. Was he being obvious about something he himself wasn’t even aware of? Yes, Yoongi had spent some time with Jimin and he was slowly starting to let him in. Goddamn, what was he saying, he fucking kissed the boy. But that was platonic, he told himself. But if it really had been, why couldn’t he erase the memory from his mind?

When he passed the hole in his bedroom wall in the late afternoon it seemed like he had encountered Jimin doing a ritual that involved offering something like a nerf or dart gun. So naturally his question was, ‘what the hell are you doing?’

A bewildered Jimin noticed Yoongi and quickly put the toy down, ‘eh, I, remember that material arts dance I told you about?’

Yoongi responded with a confused nod, ‘yes?’

‘I’m practicing it, but the problem is, it’s supposed to be done with a sword like object, but all I had was well, this,’ he picked the toy up again, aiming at Yoongi as if he was about to fire.

‘You can shoot me but just know that I have one of those lying around somewhere as well, and I used to beat everyone in my neighborhood as a kid.’

‘That sounds like you want to have a little competition?’ Jimin smiled while inspecting his toy gun.

‘Meet me on the roof in 5 minutes, you’re going down, Jimin.’

‘As long as you don’t cry when I beat your ass, Yoongi.’

And that’s how they found themselves on the roof, both holding a toy gun.

‘Okay, the rules,’ Yoongi took his snapback off, ran a hand trough his hair, and placed it on backwards, ‘the first person to get hit 10 times loses.’

‘Alright, and after you hit you can’t fire again immediately,’ Jimin added.

‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ Yoongi looked around him, ‘but I’m so going to win this.’

‘Don’t be too confident, I’ll give you 5 seconds to run away.’

Both boys ran off in the opposite direction, hiding behind one of the gray concrete blocks that were scattered all over the rooftop. With his heart beating in his chest, Yoongi was the first to come out from behind his block. He warily made his way over to the next one. From there, much to his surprise, he had a perfect view of Jimin. Who was completely unaware of Yoongi’s presence.

‘You’re going down,’ he smirked while firing at the brown haired boy. After successfully hitting his opponent he sprinted away and hid behind one of the blocks again.

The fact that he was actually doing this astonished him. Normally, Yoongi was a little more holding back, not a big fan of spontaneous actions. But he was actually having fun? Running around the roof being chased by Jimin brought back childhood memories, and the fact that he was winning so far, made it even better.

When it was 9 hits for Yoongi and 7 for Jimin, Yoongi had lost sight of his neighbor.

‘Where the fuck are you,’ he whispered, cautiously moving from the left side of the roof to the right. His eyes lit up when he noticed movement beside one of the blocks. Without hesitation he ran towards his target. Just when he wanted to fire, Jimin noticed Yoongi and sprinted away.

‘Park Jimin!’ Yoongi shouted, ‘Jimin!’ He quickly got the boy in his vision again.

‘I told you I was going to win!’ Yoongi probably had not ran this much in over a year, and even though he felt like he was about to collapse he gathered all the energy left in his body and aimed at the boy.

When he hit Jimin’s back Yoongi dropped down to his knees, raising his arms in victory. ‘What did I say?’ He shouted, voice stammering from being out of breath.

Yoongi stood up and walked over to Jimin. ‘You’ve worked hard’ he smiled, ‘but don’t ever think you can just beat me kid.’

‘I wouldn’t dare,’ Jimin smiled back.

They both leaned against one of the blocks and looked at the scene in front of them. The sun was setting over the city of Seoul and there was a pleasant breeze.

Yoongi was still catching his breath and placed the toy down next to him. ‘I’m so out of shape’ he laughed while looking up at Jimin. ‘How are you still breathing?’

‘Dancing does great things to your lung capacity.’

‘I see,’ Yoongi responded while looking at the beautiful scenery in front of them.

‘The sunsets here are almost as pretty as the ones in Busan,’ Jimin sighed.

‘How’s the homesickness?’

‘It’s getting a little less every day.’

‘I’m glad,’ Yoongi smiled.

They stood there in silence.

When there was just a small part of the sun left, and the sky had turned a light orange color, Jimin looked at the boy next to him.

‘Yoongi,’ he started hesitantly, nervously playing with the bracelet on his wrist, ‘why did you kiss me yesterday?’

Yoongi didn’t have the courage to make eye contact with the younger, ‘I –I don’t know.’

Lie.

‘Tell me honestly, do you have feelings for me?’

Lie.

But he couldn’t.

Again he gave Jimin the same response, ‘I,’ he bit his lip, ‘I don’t know.’

‘Do you have feelings for me then?’

Jimin sighed and looked up at the orange sky, ‘I’m not sure.’

The dreading silence was back.

‘You want to find out?’ Jimin asked, turning his gaze away from the sky and to the blond boy next to him.

‘They say that if you kiss someone, and you get this weird tingly feeling inside your belly. That’s how you know,’ he nervously looked up at Yoongi while shyly reaching out for the boy’s hand.

‘Promise me that if one of us doesn’t feel a thing, we’re never talking about this again, and are going to pretend this never happened,’ Yoongi’s voice dropped to a soft whisper.

‘I promise,’ the brown haired boy whispered back while pulling Yoongi a little closer.

And while the sun had almost completely set, and all that was left of it was a thin, bright orange stripe at the horizon, Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist. Making eye contact for one last time, Jimin brought his hand up to Yoongi’s face and caressed his cheek.

And there, on the rooftop of their apartment building, their lips met.

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It wasn’t a perfect kiss.

It wasn’t how they were described in books, or the ones you saw in Hollywood movies. There were no ‘tongues fighting for dominance’ and neither did Jimin’s mouth ‘taste like a mix of spring flowers and sweet yoghurt’ or some of that bullshit.

But it was a passionate kiss, and one that left both of them longing for more.

While Jimin’s right hand cupped Yoongi’s cheek, his left hand found Yoongi’s. Carefully taking Yoongi’s hand in his, Jimin gave it a small squeeze. Yoongi understood what it meant, Jimin was feeling sparks. He responded by pulling the younger even closer and slightly opening his mouth.

He felt the boy suck on his bottom lip before deepening the kiss.

Yoongi felt like he was about to fucking explode.

He had to admit, he felt incredibly attracted to the boy, and Jimin also happened to be an amazing kisser. He played with the thought of slipping his hand underneath Jimin’s shirt. After unintentionally seeing his defined abs many times (that’s what happens when there’s a hole in the wall between your bedrooms) he kind of really wanted to run his fingers over the soft skin, but he decided against it and took a step back, breaking the kiss.

Still holding hands, Yoongi stared the younger in the eyes, a small smile playing on his swollen lips.

‘So, what happens now?’ Jimin looked at their intertwined fingers.

‘I guess we’ll just see.’

Jimin nodded in agreement. Both of them understanding that now they had figured this out, they shouldn’t rush things. The short time they had known each other was barely enough basis for a friendship, let alone something more than that.

Yoongi let go of Jimin’s hand and motioned for the younger to follow him inside. He needed time to think.

He had never let anyone in as quick as he had with Jimin.

They awkwardly stood opposite each other in front of their apartment doors, still firmly holding their toy guns.

‘Yoongi,’ Jimin spoke up, ‘we’re just going to go on as normal, right?’

‘Of course, just like we were before this.’

‘Can you stop calling me kid, though?’

‘Why? Have a problem with the nickname, kid?’

‘Yoongi hyung,’ Jimin whined, ‘it sounds mean.’

‘What do you want me to call you then? babe?’

‘For example,’ Jimin smirked, poking Yoongi with his gun.

‘Keep on dreaming, kid,’ Yoongi teasingly grinned while entering his apartment.

Going to his bedroom wasn’t an option, because he didn’t want to risk seeing more Jimin right now. He had to gather his thoughts. After microwaving some leftovers, he sat down on his couch. It wasn’t that Yoongi was some heartless person, who had never encountered having feelings in his life before. But it was the rate at which his feelings for Jimin seemed to evolve that worried him.

He took four bites of the food on his plate, but the uneasy feeling in his stomach made it hard to eat. He shoved the plate away and took his phone out.

He had vowed to stay away from any alcoholic substance. But he needed to take his mind of all the rooftop events.
To Namjoon:
You’re still up to celebrate?

Jimin would be lying if he said he hadn’t done the whole blanket burrito thing that night.

 He and Yoongi kissed.

Like, they actually really made out.

He still hadn’t figured out his exact feelings for the blond boy, but there was definitely something there.

The next day after getting up early and going to dance practice, Taehyung came over. After complaining that they ‘had lived in the same city for several weeks now’ and he ‘still hadn’t seen his apartment!’ Jimin figured they should spent some time together.

‘Jimin,’ Taehyung declared while walking into Jimin’s small living room, 'I’m feeling this apartment but your decorating skills are shit.’

Taehyung basically launched himself onto the couch and looked around him.

‘Also there’s something missing,’ he announced while swinging his legs on the black piece of furniture.

‘And that is?’

‘A picture of my face.’

‘Tae I don’t think-’

‘No Jiminnie, you do need it, you just need to find the perfect spot.’

He jumped up and walked towards Jimin’s bedroom, ‘how about hanging it above your..’

His mouth fell open and a barely audible ‘bed’ came out. ‘Yo, why is there a huge hole in your wall!?’

‘Oh, there is?’ Jimin casually walked in and leaned on his shocked best friend, who was pointing at the wall.

‘You didn’t know? what if the building is about to collapse?’

‘Calm down Tae, of course I know,’ he laughed at his best friend who looked at him in confusion.

‘You’re telling me you’re renting an apartment with a huge hole in the wall? Jiminnie, as your best friend I feel obliged and sorry to tell you, but you’re probably the biggest idiot to ever walk the surface of the earth.’

‘No, no it wasn’t there before, I accidentally made it.’

He thought back at Yoongi’s weird actions from some days ago.

‘But my neighbor helped me a little.’

Taehyung curiously peeked his head trough the opening, ‘hello? anyone there?’

‘He isn’t home, actually. I haven’t seen him since yesterday.’

‘What’s his name?’ Taehyung asked while walking over to Jimin’s bed.

‘Min Yoongi.’

Just when Taehyung wanted to drop his body onto the mattress he swiftly turned around, ‘does he happen to be from Daegu?’

‘Yes? How do you know?’ Jimin raised an eyebrow while sending his friend a questioning look.

‘I lived there, remember?’ Taehyung answered while sitting down on Jimin’s bed.

‘Yeah, of course, sorry.’

‘But, ah, yes Min Yoongi. He used to be pretty big in the underground rap scene back in Daegu, I believe. I think his stage name was Suga.’

That made sense, Jimin thought, seeing Yoongi’s passion and talent for rap. Kind of weird that Yoongi had never brought it up, though.
‘But he suddenly left Daegu. I think it was a month before I moved here myself. I didn’t know him personally, but he was very popular. He just vanished, heartbroken fangirls all over the place.’ Taehyung grinned, ‘but I see this is where he ended up,’ the boy motioned towards the hole.

‘Yeah, we’re neighbors, he’s a pretty nice guy,’ Jimin awkwardly smiled, not sure how to handle all this new information. ‘What was his stage name again?’

It wasn't until a day later that Jimin heard a door open in the apartment next to his.

After doing some cleaning up, Jimin entered his bedroom and made his way over to the hole. He saw Yoongi sitting on his bed, dark circles under his eyes, lifelessly staring at the wall.

‘Yoongi? Are you alright? You look..’

‘Yes, I know I look bad, no need to tell me.’

‘Did you go out again?’

‘Maybe.’

Yes.

Jimin bit his lip, not sure if he should go there. But his curiosity took over.

‘You know, the name Suga really suits you.’

‘Who told you?’ Yoongi’s voice sounded surprisingly calm.

‘My -my friend Taehyung, he used to live in Daegu as well. He said he didn’t know you personally, but you were pretty famous in the underground scene? Why didn’t you tell me, hyung?’

‘Because I’m not anymore.’

‘Why did you quit?’

‘Jimin, now is not the time.’

Jimin threw his head back in frustration, ‘when is the time then?’

‘Soon, sunshine, soon.’

Jimin sighed, he was getting nowhere this way. There were so many question marks surrounding Min Yoongi. What was he hiding from Jimin? And  where the fuck had he been these last two days? Would it have something to do with the fact that they kissed? Was Yoongi regretting it? What if the boy was seeing someone else? Was that where he spent these last two nights?

‘Don’t look at me like that, Jimin.’

‘I’m not doing anything special, I’m just trying to think.’

‘What are you thinking about then?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Don’t lie to me. Tell me what’s wrong.’

‘Nothing hyung.’

‘If you don’t quit the lies I’m going to climb through the hole.’

‘You wouldn’t fit.’

‘Watch me Jimin, watch me.’

Within ten seconds Yoongi had managed to squeeze his slender body through the hole, literally falling into Jimin’s room. Groaning in pain as he looked up at Jimin, ‘told you.’

Jimin couldn’t hold back a smile, helping the blond boy up, ‘you’re crazy.’

Yoongi brought a hand up to Jimin’s hair, knowing that Jimin was a sucker for physical contact. He gently brushed some strands out of the boy’s face, giving him a concerned look.

‘You’re not seeing someone else, are you? Because if that’s the case, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for pushing you,’ Jimin whispered.

Honestly, Yoongi found Jimin’s insecurity kind of adorable.

‘Of course not, the fact that I haven’t told you my full life story doesn’t mean I’m not honest with you about other things. I promise you that you were the first person I've kissed in at least three months.’

‘But you do understand that it’s hard for me to understand and trust you if you’re hiding a part of your life from me.’

‘I wouldn’t exactly call it hiding, I would rather say purposely not telling you about it.’ Yoongi grabbed the sleeve of Jimin’s sweater and dragged him towards the bed. ‘Come on sunshine.’

‘Hyung..’ Jimin bit his lip while following Yoongi who was already getting comfortable. Yoongi wrapped his legs around Jimin’s waist who was still standing next to the bed. Without hesitation he pulled the younger down, Jimin landing on top of him, causing them to be face to face.

‘Jimin listen to me, I will tell you everything, but not now. Now I need you to be my human blanket because I’m getting cold.’

Jimin placed a hand on both sides of Yoongi, holding his body up, making him hover above the blond boy. He desperately wanted Yoongi to be honest with him. But they both knew that it was no use to push Yoongi.

He would tell Jimin when he was ready.

‘You know,’ Yoongi’s voice sounded a bit hoarse, ‘I had a dream about this.’

Jimin looked at the boy underneath him in confusion. ‘What do you mean?’
‘It was almost the same, this position, the only difference was that,’ he broke eye contact with the younger. ‘In my dream my back was against the wall, but I guess a bed will do as well,’ he found Jimin’s eyes again.

‘The first thing you did was bring your body closer,’ he instructed and Jimin obeyed. Their bodies now touching, even though Jimin still supported himself a little.

‘And the next thing you did,’ he brought his face to Jimin’s neck. ‘Was kiss me right here,’ his voice had turned to a whisper, and he placed a soft kiss on Jimin's collarbone.

Jimin felt his body tense up at the sudden contact, ‘what happened next?’

‘I’ll show you.’

Chapter Text

Yoongi woke up with Jimin still peacefully sleeping in his arms. He took this opportunity to study the younger’s facial features.

He was so goddamn beautiful.

Honestly, Yoongi really wanted to be able to call the boy his one day.

But first, they still had some bridges to cross.

All of a sudden an unfamiliar feeling of guilt and responsibility came over him. What if Jimin would seriously fall for him? What if it was already happening? He wanted Jimin to fall for the real him, every crooked inch and flawed part.

‘Sunshine,’ he whispered, thinking how perfectly the nickname fitted Jimin and his bright personality.

‘Jimin, wake up.’

Jimin responded by turning around and snuggling into Yoongi’s chest.

‘Jimin,’ Yoongi pushed him a little, ‘Jimin I have to go to the studio soon.’

Still there was no response from the boy.

‘Okay, whatever you want,’ Yoongi yawned and sat up, Jimin’s body rolling off of him.

‘Hyung, was that really necessary,’ Jimin groaned while burying his face in a pillow. Yoongi frowned when he heard Jimin’s morning voice. It was hoarse and low, the complete opposite of his normal high, chirpy voice.

‘Damn baby, who would have ever thought you could sound so sexy.’

Jimin seemed completely unfazed by the comment, ‘I did, now come and sleep.’

‘Can’t, Hobi and Namjoon are waiting for me.’

‘Five more minutes,’ he reached for Yoongi’s arm with his eyes closed, resulting in him smacking the boy in the face.

‘Hyung, what the fuck are you saying,’ Jimin slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the light.

‘Nothing,’ Yoongi laughed while getting up. He still had his clothes from yesterday on, only his jacket was lying somewhere on the floor. After finding it in the corner of the room he looked at the hole. He had to go back the same way he got in.

‘Are you seriously just going to leave like that?’ it sounded from the bed.

‘Yes I am.’

‘That’s rude, the next time you come and leave so early I’m going to shove my closet in front of the hole.’

Even though Yoongi knew Jimin meant it as a joke, a sense of panic rushed through his body.

‘Don’t you dare do that.’ 

‘I’ll do whatever I want to do,’ Jimin mumbled back.

Yoongi wanted to shout something back, but figured that he should just leave it, considering Jimin was still half asleep and probably not processing things properly. It still worried him a little, though.

‘Jimin?’ Yoongi yelled while entering his bedroom after coming back from the studio.

‘Yes!?’ it came back from the other side of the wall.

‘I need your help!’

‘Do I need to come over?’

‘Yes!’

‘Am I required to wear a shirt for it?’

‘Yes, wait no, what? Just come over.’

‘So,’ Yoongi started while looking at the boy in front of him, who had bothered to put a shirt on for the occasion. ‘I need you to help me with something.’

‘I figured.’

‘I may or may not have lost a stupid bet to Namjoon, and now I have to put a ballad on my mix tape.’

Jimin burst out laughing at Yoongi’s unexpected announcement.

‘I know, I know, I tried to talk them out of it for half an hour. And then Hoseok came up with the ‘amazing’ idea that as a compromise, we should have a dance battle. If I win there won’t be a ballad but if Namjoon wins there will be. I went with it because it’s the only way to save my mix tape. And even though Namjoon isn’t the most amazing dancer, he’s very confident about his krump skills.’

‘So now you’re asking me for my help and assistance I see?’

‘I’m basically begging you because no one will ever take me serious with some weak love ballad on my mix tape.’

‘Get on your knees then.’

‘What?’

‘If you’re begging me get on your knees.’

‘Jimin, that sounds so wrong.’

‘Knees,’ Jimin demanded, feeling confident because for once, he was in charge.

Yoongi actually needed him.

He was going to take full advantage of the situation.

He crossed his arms while he watched Yoongi drop to his knees. His facial expression told Jimin that Yoongi wasn’t amused with the situation at all.

‘I, Min Yoongi,’ Jimin started, ‘promise that in return for having the gifted Park Jimin help me.’

‘What, you want me to repeat that?’ Yoongi looked up, annoyance clear in his voice.

Jimin nodded, holding back a grin, definitely enjoying being the one in control.

‘I, Min Yoongi, promise that in return for having the gifted Park Jimin help me,’ he murmured, avoiding eye contact with the younger.

‘I will stop calling him kid.’

Yoongi looked up in surprise, ‘that’s all? You’re seriously that bothered by a little nickname? Fine, I’ll stop calling you kid.’

‘And I will also give him his pillow back, which I stole from him,’ Jimin added, a smirk on his face.

‘Little shit,’ Yoongi hissed under his breath, ‘you still haven’t forgotten about that?’

‘No, get me my pillow, babe,’ Jimin tilted his head a little and gave Yoongi a demanding look.

A part of Yoongi secretly liked the sound of Jimin calling him ‘babe.’ Another part of him wanted to wipe that stupid grin off Jimin’s face.

‘Whatever,’ Yoongi got up and walked to his bedroom. He grabbed the blue thing, smelled it for one last time (it smelled good, okay) and returned to his living room. He threw the pillow at Jimin, who was waiting with a satisfied smile on his face.

‘Now that we got trough with that, let the private dance lesson begin. Wait, can you even dance?’

‘Of course I can,’ Yoongi answered, readjusting his black beanie.

‘Okay, show me,’ Jimin said while sitting down on his long lost pillow.

‘You want me to dance for you?’

‘I want to know what I’m working with, yes.’

Yoongi felt very uncomfortable. It wasn’t that he was an extremely bad dancer, he just wasn’t used to dancing in front of people. He kind of had expected something like this, but he wasn’t prepared. Therefore he opted for awkwardly standing there, not moving an inch, ignoring all Jimin’s encouraging looks.

‘This isn’t working, hold on,’ Jimin took his phone out and scrolled trough his playlist. He tossed it away once the music starting playing and stood up, ‘hyung, just follow me.’

He stood behind Yoongi and placed his hands on the boy’s hips, ‘first, feel the music.’

All Yoongi felt was Jimin’s chest pressed against his back.

Matters only got worse when Jimin actually started moving.

Yoongi cursed Jimin and his magical dancer hips and the hot breath down his neck because he was pretty damn sure that they were in Yoongi’s living room and not some club. He really tried to focus but only ended up being a blushing mess when Jimin’s dragged Yoongi's body even closer to his.

‘I’m pretty sure this kind of dancing won’t help me.’

‘We’ll get to the helpful dancing in a bit,’ Jimin placed a kiss in Yoongi’s neck, murmuring a, ‘this is just for me.’

That evening, after they had both gone to their own bathrooms to take a shower after Jimin had actually taught Yoongi some moves, the younger had insisted on coming over.

And that’s how they found themselves on Yoongi’s couch. Jimin’s head in Yoongi’s lap, both watching TV, the blond boy playing with Jimin’s hair. He felt like they were some cliché couple out of a movie. But whatever, Yoongi started to get used to Jimin’s craving for affection and contact. He found it kind of cute, actually.

Jimin sighed, ‘aren’t you glad I made that hole in the wall.’

Yoongi sent the boy a confused look, ‘what do you mean?’

‘Without that hole I’m positive we would’ve never been like this.’

‘Probably true.’

‘I was so close to covering it in the beginning, you’re quite intimidating when you’re angry. Just imagine if I had, though.’

Yoongi felt his heartbeat speed up a little. He should ask Jimin. Just this one thing, just to make sure.

‘Please promise me you won’t cover the hole anytime soon.’

Jimin got up and sat next to him, their eyes now at the same level, ‘I won’t, but why?’

Yoongi immediately regretted saying the words, but Jimin’s piercing stare made it hard for him to think straight. How was Yoongi going to say this, without it sounding weird?

How on earth was he going to say this without scaring Jimin away?

‘Chances are that that hole is my only escape route.’

Jimin grabbed Yoongi’s hand, but Yoongi quickly pulled it back, staring at the ground.

‘What are you talking about?’

The blond boy didn’t say anything, he just shook his head. Not having the courage to bring himself to make eye contact with the younger.

‘Yoongi, talk to me, please.’

‘There are people out there, who have their reasons to hurt me. I promise I have never even put my hands on anyone, but things have gone terribly wrong. If they find me, I can’t go anywhere. We’re up too high to jump out of the window. So I figured, the only way I could maybe get out was trough that hole.’

There, he said it. Jimin was going to get up and walk out of the room, he was certain of it. It was a good thing he had told him now, Yoongi thought. Now neither of their hearts would be completely broken.

‘Is that why you wanted it to be bigger?’

Yoongi was on the verge of crying. How could Jimin just respond like that? He was so calm?

‘I needed my body to fit through it.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ Jimin asked, his soft voice sounding comforting somehow.

‘I don’t like talking about it, but you don’t need to be afraid, sunshine.’ He weakly smiled at the boy next to him, ‘I’m sure they won’t ever find me, it’s just in case.’

Jimin didn’t respond. He was trying to process what Yoongi had just told him. He knew now wasn’t the time to dig deeper into the subject. The fact that Yoongi had trusted him with this small bit of information was enough for him.

There was just one more question on his mind, though.

‘Is that why the night I asked you what your fear was, you said your fear was dying?’

Yoongi nodded.

Jimin grabbed his hand.

The wind was crying outside, the TV was blaring.

Neither of them noticed any of it.

Chapter Text

Things changed between Yoongi and Jimin after that night.

Other than an occasional ‘hi’ and ‘goodnight,’ they didn’t have much conversation.

As a week went by, it truly started to bother Yoongi, but he understood Jimin.

Jimin needed space.

Deep down he was afraid that what he already thought would have happened, had actually took place. Jimin was scared of him. Afraid of him. Afraid that the person he had started to develop feelings for was some inhuman monster. But Yoongi was not, he was just a victim of a single stupid mistake. It made sense for Jimin to be afraid, he didn’t know what had happened to Yoongi. If someone’s after you, you must have done something bad, right?

He needed to give Jimin an explanation.

Yoongi sat down on his side of the hole, Jimin on the other.

‘Jimin,’ Yoongi nervously started, ‘I need you to hear me out. What I’m about to tell you is something I’d rather not talk about. But you deserve to know.’

Jimin nodded, silently staring at the blond boy. It was weird. They were so close, if he would stretch his arm out, he would be able to touch Yoongi. But he didn’t. The remaining wall made him feel safe, but also very disconnected from the boy opposite of him.

‘I’ve told you that there are people out there who want to hurt me.’ Yoongi looked at his lap, ‘I’m going to tell you why. Please listen.’

‘I will.’

Yoongi took a deep breath, gathering courage to start. He had to do this, otherwise Jimin wouldn’t be able to trust him, or look at him the way he used to.

Yoongi knew that would tear him apart.

‘As you know, I used to be active in the underground scene. I would battle other people, those battles were all about dissing your opponent. You see, I’m not the tallest, also not the strongest, so I had to find other ways to intimidate them. I would find out little details, things they were insecure about, things to get under their skin.’

He looked up at Jimin, trying to sense what the boy was thinking.

He liked that about Jimin, you could easily tell how he felt, just by looking at his face and paying attention to his body language.

If Jimin was happy, Yoongi found, Jimin’s eyes would light up. His voice would get higher and he wouldn’t be able to hold back that beautiful smile of his.

When Jimin was afraid or upset, though, he would stare at the ground a lot. Shoulders down, eyes losing their spark.

He would still smile, but anyone would be able to tell that something wasn’t right.

Jimin wasn’t afraid of showing his emotions, and Yoongi admired that. But he was unable to find anything in Jimin’s eyes this time.

Yoongi’s gaze travelled back to his hands, anxiously continuing.

‘I had gotten good at it, I thought I was invincible or something. That I could get away with anything. And this one night, someone told me this guy wanted to battle me. I didn’t know much about him, all I knew was that he had a torn up family. But I didn’t see the lack of information as a problem, so I said, sure, bring it on.’

‘Biggest mistake of my life.’

Jimin didn’t respond, which made Yoongi even more nervous, but he couldn’t turn back now.

‘That one particular battle, I decided I should bring his mother up. I can’t even remember the exact line, it was mostly freestyle. I know, I absolutely shouldn’t have gone there. You should never mention family. But I wanted to win.’

Yoongi’s gaze shifted to the window shortly, ‘guy started to cry right then and there.’

‘I didn’t understand it, I don’t think many people in that room understood back then. It wasn’t unusual for people to get hurt during battles. But for someone to start crying? First everyone laughed at him, but then the room went dead silent.’

Yoongi had reached the part he hated the most. The part that would haunt him for the rest of his life, that would always be lurking somewhere in the back of his mind.

‘After that battle, he walked straight out of the room. His lifeless body was found the next day. It turned out his mom had passed away one week prior and he was dealing with some deep rooted depression. Me saying that, him being embarrassed and laughed at by all those people. It was the final push he needed. I had no idea his mom had died, there was no way on earth I could’ve known! I barely knew the guy.’

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

‘I know I wasn’t the one who literally made him commit. If he was that far gone and really wanted to take his own life, he would’ve, with or without us having that battle. But people needed to find someone to blame. Who they could point at and say, ‘look! it’s his fault!’

Jimin didn’t need to hear Yoongi say that person was him.

‘One thing that is very important in the tight underground community is respect. Also pride and honor. I had majorly disrespected them, therefore they needed to seek revenge on me. That’s how it works. You hurt one of them, they hurt you back, twice as hard.’

Jimin still hadn’t said a single word.

‘The day after his funeral, his ‘friends’ came to my apartment. I wasn’t home. When I came back, I found my roommate, Seokjin, in the corner of the room. I will never forget the look on his face. He said that I needed to get away as fast as possible, that they were after me. It was a retaliation. They had searched the whole goddamn apartment for me. I was absolutely terrified. I couldn’t risk them hurting people I cared about. I grabbed my most important belongings, and got out of there. I haven’t been back since, and I’ve build up my life here.’

He was almost there.

‘Now you know why I left Daegu.’

Yoongi clenched his fists to stop his hands from shaking, tears forming behind his eyelids.

He was surprised when he felt a weight on his lap, and two arms around his neck.

Jimin had crawled through the hole and had now placed his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

‘Thank you for telling me.’

Even though there were tears streaming down Yoongi’s cheeks, he couldn’t hold back a relieved smile. Jimin moved his head back so that they were facing each other, and gently wiped some of Yoongi’s tears away. ‘It’s okay to be upset, that must’ve been a really hard time for you.’

For the first time, Yoongi didn’t even try to stop the tears from falling, ‘it were never my intentions to hurt anyone.’

He looked at the boy in front of him.

Jimin made him feel things he had never felt before, and honestly, it scared him. He had actually missed Jimin more than he had expected.

He had missed his touch, his soothing voice, the sound of his laugh.

Maybe he needed Jimin a little more than he liked to admit.

‘I missed you, sunshine.’

‘I missed you too.’

He rested his head on Yoongi’s chest, and Yoongi wrapped his arms around the younger.

‘Your heart is beating so fast, Yoongi.’

‘I know.’

Yoongi didn't know what falling for someone was supposed to feel like. But something told him this could be it.

When he came back from another day at the studio, Yoongi’s body was tired. He felt gross and cold and was in desperate need of a shower. He walked into his bathroom and leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

His hair needed to be re-dyed.

He ran a hand trough it and tilted his head. His natural black roots were starting to get visible. He kind of missed having black hair, as it was a part of his identity. But when he moved here, he had lost a part of his old self.

He pulled his shirt over his head and turned the shower on. While waiting for the water to heat he further undressed himself. He stepped into the cabin and closed his eyes, letting the warm water hit his head. While he leaned against the tiled wall he noticed that in the apartment next to his the shower was also running.

And there were some, well, unusual additional sounds coming from the other side of the wall.

He knew whom the apartment belonged to, and he was pretty sure that he knew what his brown haired neighbor was doing.

Yoongi bit his lip, maybe he should help Jimin a little.

He opened his mouth, letting out the loudest and most sexual moan he could produce. The sounds from the other side of the wall abruptly stopped and Yoongi had to hold back his laughter.

‘What are you doing?’ he heard Jimin ask and Yoongi felt the urge to say ‘answering your mating call.’ But instead decided to just work up his neighbor a little more.

‘Helping you, babe,’ he answered, adding a moan right after. It went silent for a bit and Yoongi could only imagine what his neighbor was doing.

‘Can you -can you do that again?’

Yoongi stayed silent and just listened to the sound of water running.

‘Please, I’m close’ Jimin whined, desperation in his voice.

Yoongi sighed, this one could definitely go on the list of weird things he had done in his life.

Got to finish what you start.

He closed his eyes, thought of what Jimin probably looked right now, naked and wet, and let out one last final moan.

He heard Jimin moan back even louder and also noticed a small bang against the wall.

‘You’re welcome babe, next time you should just come shower with me though, would make things easier.’

Chapter Text

Jimin stood in front of his closet, Yoongi was sprawled out on Jimin’s bedroom floor.

An annoyed sigh escaped Jimin’s mouth as he hastily looked through his t-shirt collection.

‘Still haven’t made a choice?’

‘No, if only you would help me,’ he pulled a shirt out, looked at it for 5 seconds, and put it back.

‘Why are you stressing so much over your outfit again?’

‘Because it’s a really important audition and I want to look good and I have to leave in 20 minutes.’

‘It’s not about how you look, it’s about your dancing. You know that right?’

‘But I want to make a good first impression.’

Yoongi got up and walked over to Jimin, who had just put another shirt on.

‘Definitely not that one, please take it off.’

Jimin grabbed the hem and swiftly pulled the shirt over his head.

‘Why don’t you just go shirtless instead. I’m sure they’ll love it.’ He stepped closer to Jimin and grabbed his waist, ‘I know I do.’

‘Eyes are up here.’

‘I know, I get to see those every day. Can’t say that about your chest, so I’m just enjoying the view from up close.’ Yoongi placed a soft kiss on Jimin’s cheek.

Jimin gently pushed Yoongi away, ‘I want them to take me serious.’

Yoongi rolled his eyes, ‘I’ll lend you something, come on.’

He let go of Jimin’s waist and walked out of the boy’s apartment. Yoongi entered his own while being closely followed by Jimin.

‘Let’s see,’ Yoongi murmured while opening his closet, ‘hip hop, right?’

‘Yes,’ he answered, catching the shirt Yoongi threw at him. He could feel Yoongi’s stare on him while he put it on.

‘Would you look at that,’ Yoongi smiled, ‘you look so cute in my clothes.’

‘I wasn’t exactly going for cute,’ Jimin eyed himself in the mirror, Yoongi standing behind him. He felt the urge to say something among the lines of ‘you know what else looks cute? We do,’ but Jimin didn’t go there.

 ‘You look fine as hell, I know you’ll kill it,’ Yoongi assured Jimin.

‘Thank you,’ he smiled back, ‘but I’ve got to run or I won’t audition at all.’

‘Guess who got the part!’ Jimin exclaimed while walking into his bedroom that evening.

‘Fuck yeah, you did!’ Yoongi yelled back from his own bedroom, ‘come over, we need to celebrate!’

Yoongi thought about his alcohol abstinence. But he had already broken that promise when he went out with Namjoon. And nothing could go wrong inside their own apartments, right? Also, Jimin would probably make a hilarious drunk. And now that both Yoongi’s music career and Jimin’s dancing career were taking off, this was just a very needed intervention.

‘Jimin, for this special occasion,’ Yoongi announced while searching through the cupboards.

He found what he was looking for at the very back. He grinned while holding up a big bottle, ‘we’re going to enjoy this baby.’

Jimin couldn’t hold back a small smile, but hesitated a little, ‘that stuff’s really bad for you.’

‘I know, that’s why I only drink it on special occasions.’

‘Me getting that part isn’t that special, hyung.’

‘Sunshine, it is. Also I got booked for a performance with Namjoon and Hobi. So it’s actually a very glorious occasion.’

Yoongi took a sip, not bothering to grab a glass, feeling the liquid burn in his throat.

‘I’m not going to pressure you into anything. But I know I’m going to get drunk and you’ll very probably be the one taking care of my wasted ass.’

Jimin sighed, taking the bottle from Yoongi’s hand, ‘alright.’

He forced a smile on his face once the aftertaste hit him.

Yoongi smiled back at him and made his way over to his living room.

An hour later Jimin found himself underneath Yoongi, his back against the couch, giggles escaping his mouth. He tried to get a hold of Yoongi’s hand which had a permanent black marker in it.

‘No, no please don’t!’ Jimin yelled. ‘I don’t want a dick on my forehead!’

‘If only you would have streaked around the building, we wouldn’t have this problem.’

‘But streaking is illegal,’ Jimin pouted.

‘You know what else I should write on your forehead?’

Jimin gave him a questioning look, ‘what?’

‘Mine.’

‘As in my dick?’

‘No as in mine, you’re mine,’ Yoongi wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or him talking. He had trouble thinking straight.

‘I’m not yours, Yoongi.’

‘But I’d be so fucking good to you,’ Yoongi’s words were a bit slurred, ‘so good.’

Jimin loosened his grip on Yoongi’s wrist which he had managed to get a hold of.

'Show me.'

Yoongi sat down between Jimin’s legs, ‘what do you want me to show you?’

‘Why I should want to be yours.’

Without hesitation Yoongi placed his lips on top of Jimin’s. Jimin responded by pulling Yoongi closer, his hands finding their way into Yoongi's hair soon after. He climbed over Yoongi and pushed him down, resulting in him sitting on top of the boy. As the kiss got more heated, he slowly started to grind his hips down.

‘Jimin,’ Yoongi whined and pushed Jimin away a little, ‘if you keep doing that I’m going to have a problem.’

‘I could help you with your problem.’

‘Jimin you’re drunk, you’re going to regret this.’

Jimin climbed off Yoongi, a giggle escaping his mouth.

Actually, Jimin thought, he wanted to be Yoongi’s. As a matter of fact, he wanted to be Yoongi’s really bad.
It all of a sudden hit Jimin’s drunk self. Jimin stared at the bottle in front of him, as if it held the answer to the question on his mind. Maybe he should just blurt it out.

‘What does being in love with someone feel like?’

Yoongi, who was still laying on the ground, glanced over at the boy who was sitting next to him. ‘I don’t know, I think I’ve been in love before. But I can’t remember what it feels like.’

‘I think I’m in love with you.’

When Jimin woke up the next morning his head was pounding. He wasn't in his own bed, but Yoongi was next to him. He slightly lifted the white sheets, quickly glancing at their legs. They both still had their pants on. Good, because honestly Jimin couldn’t quite remember what had exactly happened last night.

‘Yoongi? Are you awake?’

‘Not really,’ it came back, Yoongi’s voice low and hoarse.

Jimin moved a little closer to Yoongi who hid his face in a pillow. ‘Is your head also hurting?’

‘Yes.’

Jimin closed his eyes, resting his sore head on Yoongi’s bare shoulder. It was pointy and a bit uncomfortable. But he liked being close to Yoongi. He liked feeling his body warmth against his own. He liked looking at his pale skin which contradicted with his own darker skin tone beautifully.

‘Did I do anything stupid last night?’ Jimin yawned while staring at the ceiling.

Yoongi turned around so he was able to make eye contact, ‘you admitted your undying love for me.’

‘I did?’

‘Can’t you remember?’

‘I don’t know, I was drunk,’ it came out as weak as the excuse itself.

‘Oh.’

‘How did I exactly say it?’ Jimin asked after some minutes of silence had passed. Most of last night's events had pretty much escaped his mind.

‘You,’ Yoongi sighed, looking at the boy next to him, ‘you basically said you were in love with me.’

Jimin looked down at the white sheets, ‘in that case I think I might..’

He closed his eyes, tightly clenching the blanket in his fists, ‘I might have meant it?’

The, ‘good,’ he got in response surprised him.

‘Or else this would have been really awkward.'

Yoongi shyly smiled, 'I think I'm also falling in love with you.’

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Yoongi and Jimin had gotten to the point where they weren’t exactly dating, but they were more than just friends.

Yoongi really didn’t want to imagine Jimin, or himself, being with anyone else.

He’d actually rather have his heart ripped right out of his chest and it then being spit on, than seeing someone else holding Jimin the way he did.

But then again, they were just Yoongi and Jimin, two boys who lived next to each other and somehow ended up kind of falling in love.

And kind of touching each other's butts all the time and kind of moaning to each other through the bathroom wall.

‘This is my part,’ Yoongi announced while turning the volume up, sitting next to each other on Yoongi’s couch.

‘What do you think? Should we add more bass?’

Jimin listened carefully, slightly moving to the beat.

‘I like it this way, you sound so aggressive, though.’

Yoongi smiled, ‘I’m going to take that as a compliment.’ His eyes lit up, ‘oh! this part!’

He was honestly proud of this one. He, Namjoon and Hoseok had put so much time and effort into it.

‘It’s really good, hyung,’ Jimin genuinely smiled. ‘Your tongue can sent me to Hong Kong anytime.’

Yoongi snorted and slapped Jimin’s shoulder, ‘I put a lot of thought into that line, okay?’

‘It’s a true masterpiece.’

‘Shut up,’ Yoongi laughed, shaking his head, ‘but it’s good this way?’

‘I honestly really like it,’ Jimin assured Yoongi.

‘Thanks,’ he smiled at the boy next to him before getting up. ‘I’m going to the studio then, I’ll show you the finished version tonight,’ he placed a quick kiss on Jimin’s lips and grabbed his coat.

Jimin also got up, ‘I’ve got dance practice in a bit as well.’

They both walked to Yoongi’s front door.

‘I’ll see you tonight then,’ Yoongi smiled while closing the door behind them.

When Jimin came home from his dance practice that evening, something felt a bit off.

It was suspiciously silent in the bedroom next to his own. He knew Yoongi should’ve been home by now. Normally, he would greet Jimin. And if not, there would at least be music coming from the other side of the wall.

Jimin dropped his bag and listened carefully. He thought he heard some faint breathing.

He closed his eyes. Don’t think anything of it, he’s probably still at the studio. Nothing’s wrong.

But there was a strange atmosphere and it left Jimin feeling unsettled.

Once he would look trough the opening, Jimin told himself, Yoongi would be sitting there. A slight smirk on his face as he greeted Jimin. His notebook in one hand, phone in the other, working on some lyrics.

Jimin was making things up, he was being unnecessarily paranoid.

He warily approached the hole.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to see.

His heart sank. He had found Yoongi, in a position he had hoped to never find him in. Lying a meter away from his bed, arm in a weird angle, groaning in pain.

The blond boy weakly lifted his head. Only his left eye was visible, but he was barely able to open it. His right eye was swollen and an odd yellow color. The dried blood on it from the nasty scar just above his eyebrow made it impossible for Yoongi to lift his heavy eyelid.

‘They found me.’

Jimin felt an overwhelming wave of sickness. Panic rushed through him while he squeezed his body through the hole.

Scream.

All he wanted to do was scream.

They found him. They had found Yoongi. They had hurt the person Jimin had come to care most about.

‘Yoongi, Yoongi, stay with me, okay,’ he grabbed Yoongi’s hand, which the boy had pressed against his arm. Yoongi lied his head back down on the floor. His shirt was soaked, a distinct red stain clearly visible.

Jimin grabbed his phone, typing in the emergency number. He had so badly hoped to never put those digits into his phone. But it was happening. His voice quavering and cracking as he told the woman on the other end his location.

‘Yoongi. Listen to me, I’m here, it’s going to be okay.’

Yoongi weakly moved his head a little, as a sign that he had heard it.

‘Help is on their way, listen to my voice.’

The woman on the other side instructed Jimin to keep talking to Yoongi. It would help both of them to remain calm. But it was mostly to make sure that Yoongi wouldn't slip away. It was of great importance for Yoongi not lose consciousness.

‘How was it at the studio?’ It was the first question Jimin could think of.

‘Good,’ Yoongi responded, his voice nothing but a mere whisper, ‘I really want to sleep.’

‘No, you can’t sleep, you need to stay with me.’

The woman on the phone encouraged Jimin to keep talking, he couldn’t let Yoongi slip away.

‘What did you exactly do at the studio?’

‘I won the dance battle,’ the corners of Yoongi’s mouth lifting up slightly, ‘there won’t be a ballad.’

The fact that out of all things, Yoongi decided to bring that stupid battle up.

It was so Yoongi I made Jimin want to cry.

But he couldn’t.

‘That’s great,’ Jimin forced a small smile onto his face.

Suddenly Yoongi’s face whitened and he gasped in pain.

‘It’s okay, they’re almost here!’

He didn’t know much about what to do in situations like this, but he knew that the bleeding should be stopped. Too much blood loss could be extremely dangerous and he had no idea how long Yoongi had been lying there.

He carefully lifted Yoongi’s drenched shirt, revealing a deep wound.

‘He,’ Jimin took a deep breath, ‘he has a deep wound in his abdomen that’s bleeding really heavily,’ he informed the woman.

Jimin was surprised with how calm he was. It was almost as if he wasn’t really there. He was just watching the whole thing from a distance. But he knew that in fact, he was there, kneeling down next to Yoongi. Yoongi’s hand that was covered in blood in one hand, his phone in contact with the emergency line in the other.

The woman told him not to touch the wound, to prevent infections. ‘You’re doing great, they’re almost there,’ she reassured Jimin.

Jimin couldn’t bring himself to respond.

‘I’m so sorry,’ Jimin’s voice broke. ‘I should’ve been here to protect you.’

‘I just really want to sleep. Everything’s so..’ Yoongi paused and Jimin could see the pain hitting the boy. ‘So blurry,’ he finished, panting for breath.

Jimin was absolutely terrified that Yoongi would lose consciousness. He clenched Yoongi’s cold hand in his, ‘you can’t, Yoongi, you can’t. Stay with me, hold on for a little longer.’

Yoongi didn’t respond.

At that moment Jimin noticed the sound of sirens.

‘You hear that? they’re here! it’s going to be alright!’

While paramedics rushed up the stairs of the building Jimin let go of Yoongi’s hand. He ran to the door and yelled at the top of his lungs for them to hurry.

Once they had reached the apartment they quickly made their way inside. One stayed with Jimin at the door and asked him questions. Jimin was able to answer most of them.

Yes, he had found Yoongi in this state. Yes, Yoongi had been able to respond to him until a minute ago. Was he himself okay? He was, or well, he thought. Did he put anything on the wound? No, he only removed Yoongi’s shirt from the wound, as the woman had instructed him to.

Was he a relative?

‘No,’ Jimin shook his head. He wanted to say ‘I’m his boyfriend,’ but he wasn’t.

He and Yoongi were just neighbors.

‘I’m his neighbor.’

‘We’ve got to take him to the hospital, he needs surgery,’ one of the paramedics who was kneeling down next to Yoongi announced.

‘Alright,’ the one still standing with Jimin responded, ‘does he have any family living here?’

Again Jimin shook his head.

‘Okay, we’re gonna go then.’

‘Wait!’ Jimin grabbed the guy’s arm, ‘is he going to be okay?’

‘It’s an ugly wound, but we’re going to try our best for your neighbor,’ one of the paramedics who was with Yoongi answered. Before Jimin realized what was happening they had placed Yoongi on a stretcher and were heading out of the apartment.

Jimin’s hands found their way up to his mouth as he stared into the, now empty, hallway.

‘No, no, no.’

He dropped to the ground, choking on air, feeling the tears stream down his cheeks.

He took his phone out, dialing the number of the person he knew would be there for him.

‘Taehyung, p -please come pick.’

He could barely talk, choking on his tears.

‘Please come pick me up, something terrible has happened.’

Chapter Text

Jimin stayed at Taehyung’s apartment that night and the following day.

He didn’t sleep.

He couldn’t sleep.

Not when images of Yoongi kept flashing before his eyes.

It was nice knowing that Taehyung was there for him.

His comforting voice telling Jimin everything was going to be okay. His warm hugs helped when Jimin’s eyes would water and his body would start to tremble. But still, it wasn’t enough.

Jimin wanted to see Yoongi.

He needed conformation that he was okay.

He couldn’t contact Namjoon or Hoseok. He didn’t even have their phone numbers. He also had no idea where exactly they lived. So all he could do for now, was hope that Yoongi had made it.

Jimin passed the hole once he entered his bedroom after returning to his own apartment.

He didn’t dare to look.

He knew that the, now dried pool of blood would still be there.

The thought of shoving something in front of the opening crossed his mind for a second. But he couldn’t get himself to actually do it. He clearly remembered Yoongi asking him to promise not to cover the hole. Even though Jimin knew it didn’t matter anymore now, it still didn’t feel right.

When he was finally in his own bed he felt surprisingly calm. His mind still hadn’t processed everything entirely.

It was almost as if it hadn’t really happened. As if Yoongi could climb through the hole any minute. Smiling at Jimin as he walked over to the bed, placing his tired body next to Jimin’s. Grabbing his waist, pulling the younger closer, whispering everything was going to be okay.

Maybe if he imagined it hard enough, he could catch some sleep.

‘Jimin?’

He turned around and buried his face in a pillow.

‘Jimin?’

He pulled his legs up, trying to get comfortable again.

‘Jimin!’

Still half asleep, Jimin slightly opened one eye. 

‘Jimin, you there?’

He slowly lifted his head. The voice was familiar, but he wasn’t sure whom it belonged to. 

When he noticed the outlines of a human standing in front of the hole he quickly crawled back, head harshly hitting the headboard.

‘Who are you?’ it didn’t sound as intimidating as Jimin had wanted it to.

‘Calm down, Namjoon, you remember? Yoongi’s friend?’

At the mention of Yoongi’s name he shot up, basically falling out of his bed. ‘How is he? Is he okay?’

Jimin stumbled towards the hole. Anxiety in his voice, almost tripping over his own legs, ‘please tell me he’s okay.’

‘Jimin, calm down, go put on a shirt first. I have to get some of Yoongi’s stuff anyway. I’ll talk to you in a bit.’

Jimin quickly walked over to his closet, grabbed a shirt and returned to the hole. He sat down in front of it, heart beating in his chest while he waited for Namjoon to return.

‘How did you get in?’ Jimin asked while staring at the empty space in front of him. He could hear Namjoon being there, though. ‘I locked the door.’

‘Spare key, Hoseok gave it to me. Man, we should really get this mess cleaned up.’

‘Do you guys always sit like this?’ Namjoon asked once he had returned to the hole, an uncomfortable look on his face.

Jimin nodded in return.

‘Alright then,’ Namjoon awkwardly lowered his body on the other side of the opening and crossed his legs.

‘You're probably wondering how Yoongi's doing. First of all, he's alive, but it was kind of close. Two nights ago, I got a call from the hospital. They had brought a certain Min Yoongi in, and they asked if I knew him. They told me I was in his documents. Apparently when he came to Seoul he had filled in my name under who the authorities should contact in case of emergency. They told me he was undergoing emergency surgery for an abdominal wound. I headed over there as fast as I could, and basically spent hours in some random hallway. No one was able to tell me what had happened, doctors wouldn’t let me near him. At this point they had also contacted his parents who were on their way there, all the way from Daegu. It was crazy, we all sat there at 1 in the morning, basically terrified.’

Jimin had been terrified as well.

He was terrified right now.

‘I think it was around 2 when a doctor approached us. If we were Min Yoongi’s family? I’m technically not family, of course, but I’ve known him since I was young. He told us Yoongi had regained consciousness and that the surgery they had performed some hours before, had been successful. Nevertheless, we were all shocked when we saw him in that hospital bed. All he said was how sorry he was, he cried while his mother held him. It-’

Namjoon swallowed hard.

‘It was absolutely heart breaking. At this point we knew what had happened. They had somehow managed to find him, all the way in Seoul. He fell asleep after some minutes, not having the energy to talk any more. I went home and came back to the hospital last night with Hoseok. Yoongi was a lot more awake, even sitting up a bit. He told us everything.’

He’s okay.

Yoongi’s okay.

Jimin could breathe again.

Yoongi was okay.

Would be okay.

They would be okay.

‘He -he feels so incredibly guilty towards you, Jimin. Hoseok and I both already knew he cared about you a lot, but we were both surprised. He’s genuinely so upset that he put you trough all of this.’

He shouldn’t.

It was my fault.

I wasn’t there.

‘You should know,’ a small smile appeared on Namjoon’s face, ‘you saved him. If you hadn’t found him, chances were high that he would have,’ Namjoon’s steady voice broke and turned to a whisper, ‘bled to death.’

Jimin was crying at this point. He didn’t even bother to wipe the tears away. He didn’t want to believe it. The thought that someone had purposely wanted to hurt Yoongi that bad? Jimin couldn’t take it.

‘I, I’m sorry,’ Jimin stood up and walked out of his bedroom.

Namjoon slowly nodded, standing up as well to collect the last few things Yoongi had asked him to pick up. When Jimin returned after some minutes he sent Namjoon an apologetic smile, ‘I’m sorry. Please continue.’

‘It’s okay,’ Namjoon responded, ‘you’re sure?’

‘Yeah, I want to know how he’s doing now.’

‘He’s stable, other than some bruises and a dislocated shoulder everything was alright. If the wound heals well, he will probably be allowed to go home in some days.’

‘That’s great news!’

‘If only Yoongi had been a bit more careful,’ Namjoon sighed.

‘What do you mean?’

‘He could’ve known.’

‘How?’ Jimin frowned, not quite following what Namjoon was going on about.

‘Well, first of all there were the rumors.’

‘Rumors?’

‘Yes, he didn’t tell you?’

Jimin felt very uneasy, ‘eh, no?’

‘You didn’t notice him leaving for some days and then coming back after, two, sometimes three, days?’

Jimin remembered Yoongi’s odd behavior. He had randomly disappeared before.

‘I think I did?’

‘Yoongi’s old friends from Daegu would contact him every time it was said those guys went to Seoul. They had somehow figured out he was here. So Yoongi would leave the city, until he was sure that they had returned to Daegu, or were indeed still there. Maybe a bit paranoid and overly cautious, but rather be safe than sorry. Even though, in the end it turned out, he apparently hadn’t been careful enough.’

Why had Yoongi never told him this?

‘Also the date,’ Namjoon continued, ‘it was exactly one year after that guy’s suicide. They had surely planned it this way. It was the perfect day for a retaliation. To restore their dead friend’s honor or something.’ He shook his head, ‘they’re truly some sick people.’

Two days later Jimin found himself in Yoongi’s apartment, making the place ready for Yoongi’s return the next day.

He felt like he had landed in some sketchy murder scene, shoving a chair over the red mark on the floor.

Jimin didn’t know if the police would need it as evidence.

If Yoongi even wanted to get the police involved, that is.

Namjoon had told him Yoongi actually thought it’d be better if the people who did this to him just kept thinking he didn’t make it.

In the back of Jimin’s mind Namjoon’s words kept haunting him.

Yoongi hadn’t told him the full truth.

He had held things back for Jimin, may it be for his own protection.

He didn’t want to think about it. All he wanted to think about now was seeing Yoongi again. He needed confirmation from his own two eyes that Yoongi was okay.

It would probably leave Yoongi incredibly pissed off that Jimin would just go and dive into Yoongi’s beloved bed like that, but he couldn’t stop himself. The pillows smelled like Yoongi. The sheets were the same white ones he had shared with him.

He closed his eyes. Tomorrow when he would look through the hole, Yoongi would be there again.

It was a comforting thought. He couldn’t wait to be able to embrace Yoongi again.

He wanted to hear Yoongi’s heartbeat synchronizing with his own.

He wanted to hold Yoongi so tight and close.

He wanted to make sure no one could ever hurt him again.

Chapter Text

Yoongi had a hard time climbing the stairs.

Hoseok supported him on one side, but he still found himself out of breath after every flight of steps.

‘Almost there,’ Hoseok encouraged him, holding Yoongi with one hand and the boy’s bag in his other. He let go of Yoongi once they had made it to his front door. Yoongi leaned against the wall, trying to control his breathing.

Hoseok opened the door and walked to Yoongi’s bedroom, setting the bag down on Yoongi’s bed, ‘Jimin?’ 

‘Coming!’

When Jimin’s front door opened Yoongi felt his heart drop. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he managed to bring out. To his surprise Jimin walked over to him and wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck. It was a bit uncomfortable, because Yoongi’s shoulder and arm were still hurting a lot. He slightly pushed Jimin away with his uninjured arm.

‘Don’t be,’ Jimin weakly smiled, tears welling up in his eyes. Yoongi cupped Jimin’s cheek and brought his face closer, their foreheads now almost touching. ‘I really am, sunshine.’

Jimin responded by placing his lips on top of Yoongi’s, gently kissing him.

Yoongi had missed Jimin’s lips so much.

Being able to feel Jimin this close to him again felt so damn good. 

Until he remember Hoseok was still there.

He quickly pulled away, looking at Hoseok who was standing next to his front door, an amused look on his face. He crossed his arms, ‘do you guys need to tell me something?’

Yoongi felt his cheeks heat up, ‘eh.’ He awkwardly looked at Jimin, hoping he would save the situation. 

‘Not really,’ Yoongi casually responded while ignoring Hoseok’s piercing stare, slowly making his way into his apartment.

‘Wait, Yoongi, let me help you,’ Hoseok sighed, seeing Yoongi struggle to keep his balance. ‘Jimin? Could you unpack his bag? I left it on his bed. 

‘Yes,’ he followed Yoongi and Hoseok inside the apartment, making his way over to Yoongi’s bedroom.

‘Well,’ Hoseok sat down next to Yoongi once he had helped the boy sit down on the couch.

‘The last time I saw you and Jimin you basically scolded him and kept telling me how annoying he was. And now I see the two of you making out, in front of me. And don’t tell me this was the first time, because it looked like you guys had done it before.’

Yoongi didn’t respond, carefully avoiding Hoseok’s eyes.

Who knew floors could be this interesting?

‘Also, Namjoon and I both noticed a change in you, but now I see the cause. Why didn’t you tell me? But more important, how exactly did this happen? I mean Jimin is good looking, but what did he do that made you like this? You guys look cute together, though. Have you made things official? You even called him sunshine, that’s so adorable. Who would have ever thought my grumpy Min Yoongi would call someone sunshine!’

If Yoongi’s arm wasn’t hurting so bad he would have definitely slapped Hoseok.

‘Shut up, we’re not official. He just makes me happy, okay.’

Hoseok thought the combination of Yoongi and love was absolutely hilarious.

‘Calm down, hyung! But I’m glad, if I were you, I’d know what to do.’ He slightly lifted one eyebrow, giving Yoongi a playful look.

Of course Jimin had to walk in at that exact moment.

‘Ah, Jimin, come sit,’ Hoseok innocently smiled. ‘I've got Yoongi’s medicines and a letter from his doctor with some instructions here, wait I’ll show you.’

He grabbed the piece of paper out of the pocket of his jacket, quickly giving Yoongi one last promising look.

Yoongi ignored it.

That night Jimin sat next to Yoongi on his bed. Just watching Yoongi sleep was somehow satisfying. Other than some bruises and a band aid above his eyebrow he looked fine.

Jimin had cancelled all his plans for that week. He and Namjoon had already decided earlier that it would be best if Jimin kept an eye on Yoongi, at least for the first few days, seeing he lived next to him.

‘Hey,’ Jimin gently smiled when he noticed Yoongi had woken up, ‘how are you feeling?’ 

Yoongi rubbed his eyes, ‘okay, could you bring me some painkillers, though?’

‘Sure,’ Jimin answered, getting up and returning with a glass of water and the medicine a minute later. 

‘Thanks,’ Yoongi smiled before taking the pills, firmly closing his eyes as he downed the glass of water afterwards. 

‘They’re so gross.’ 

‘I bet,’ Jimin responded while taking the empty glass from Yoongi’s hand and placing it on the nightstand next to him. 

‘Jimin?’

‘Yes?’

‘Can you come here?’ 

Jimin kicked his slippers off and climbed into the bed. Yoongi’s hand quickly found his and Jimin carefully rested his head on Yoongi’s uninjured shoulder.

‘How are you feeling? Are you okay?’ Yoongi asked after some minutes of silence had passed.

‘You shouldn’t be the one asking that, it doesn’t matter how I feel right now.

‘Jimin, I put you trough a very traumatizing experience. Do you want to talk to a professional about it?’ He rubbed circles on Jimin’s hand with his thumb. ‘I could go with you once my body has healed a little more?’

Jimin sighed, ‘maybe, but for now I think I’ll be fine.’

‘I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.’

‘If only I had been there.’

‘Don’t you dare say that!’ Yoongi got up but a nasty pain immediately shot through his body at the sudden movement. He heard Jimin gasp and he quickly lowered his head again. ‘I’m alright, I’m alright.’

Jimin slowly nodded.

‘But what I tried to say was that you really shouldn’t think that. Jimin, I owe my life to you, you know that, right?’

‘Namjoon told me,’ Jimin weakly smiled back.

‘I could never thank you enough,’ Yoongi whispered against Jimin’s lips before leaving a small kiss on them. He brushed some hair out of Jimin’s face. ‘Baby, I can see you're not okay.’

Jimin sighed, moving from his side to his back, ‘Namjoon also told me some other things.’

‘What did he tell you?’

Jimin stared at the ceiling, ‘why did you tell me they would never find you, that it was something out of the past?’

Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, but Jimin continued before he could respond.

‘They knew you were in Seoul. Why didn’t you tell me that’s why you would disappear?  I mean, what else have you lied about, Yoongi?’

Yoongi tried to find a way to justify his actions.

He couldn’t.

‘I just didn’t want to scare you away even more. Would you ever have gotten this close to me if I had told you that I basically could get murdered any minute?’

Yoongi thought he saw Jimin’s shoulders shake a little. ‘Jimin, don't tell me you’re crying, please.’

‘I’m not,’ Jimin responded, voice sounding surprisingly flat and emotionless. ‘If you’ve lied about more just throw it out there.’

‘Sunshine, what else would I have lied about?’

‘I don’t know? You tell me, Yoongi? Maybe your feelings for me?’

Yoongi wasn’t used to this side of Jimin, him saying this hurt Yoongi so goddamn much.

‘Jimin, I would never.’

Jimin turned around, facing Yoongi again, still keeping his distance. ‘And how do I know that?’

How you know that?

I’m in love with you, you idiot.

‘Jimin, I’m in love with you for god’s sake. I want to hold your hand and go on stupid dates and kiss you in public so everyone knows you’re mine. All I thought about while lying in that hospital bed was how bad I wanted to hold you again. Don’t you dare say I lied about my feelings, because I mean every word I’m saying. Jimin, I am so fucking in love with you and it scares the hell out of me. But you’re all I can think about and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for breaking that wall and never covering that stupid hole. If you don’t feel the same anymore it’s okay. I’m so sorry I hurt you, I’ll have to find a way to live with all the pain I’ve caused you. But please don’t turn your back on me.’

‘Yoongi, I could never.’

‘I promise you, I would never lie about something like that. I also promise you that you know everything now. No more secrets. Please, do you still want to be together?’ Yoongi whispered back, looking into Jimin’s eyes. 'Jimin, do you want to be mine?' 

‘I thought you’d never ask.’

Yoongi felt Jimin’s arm around his waist, pulling their bodies even closer together. He closed his eyes and softly placed his lips on Jimin's.

He was so lucky.

So fucking lucky to have Jimin in his life.

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What is homesickness? 

A feeling?

A simple longing for a place where you feel happiest?

Or is it an actual illness.

A disease of the mind?

Of the heart?

Where do you feel homesickness in your body?

Ever since Jimin had gotten to know Yoongi, things seemed to go better, but there was this constant feeling of emptiness inside him. After the whole incident, Jimin started to feel unsafe. Seoul wasn’t his home and after all that had happened, Jimin grew scared. Of course he had Yoongi, for whom he cared a lot. Maybe even loved.

But sometimes, even love isn’t enough.

Jimin was sick. He cried more, slept less, slowly felt the anxiety taking his happiness away from him. 

Of course he didn’t want to give up on his dreams of becoming a dancer.

Of course he wasn’t going to end things with Yoongi.

And even though he fell in love a little more with every passing day, he needed to do the only thing that would cure him: he needed to go home. Back to Busan. And some hours after Yoongi had dropped him off at the train station Jimin found himself in his mother’s arms. His father standing beside him, telling him how happy he was to see his son again.

Yoongi missed Jimin.

He wasn’t feeling too well either. The incident had caused more mental damage than Yoongi had expected. He never went to the police. There was no evidence except for a red stain underneath a chair. No surveillance cameras that had gotten any footage, seeing there weren’t any present on the building. No weapons, no personal belongings of the people who hurt him found at the scene. And Yoongi didn’t even remember most of it. He completely blacked out once their knives hit him.

Yoongi felt alone. ‘You’re never alone in a city with more than 10 million inhabitants.’ The words he once said to Jimin turned out to be a lie.

All he had now was his music, and his two best friends, Namjoon and Hoseok.

But Yoongi only needed one person.

And that person was on the other side of the country.

He tried to understand how Jimin was feeling. Of course he was a little homesick himself as well, but it was different.

He was homesick for a place he couldn’t return to. Not now, and maybe not ever.

Yoongi and Jimin called each other every day, hearing Jimin’s voice made him happy. But it didn’t even come close to the feeling he would get when he was actually able to see Jimin.

Yoongi had his phone on speaker and tried to balance the object between his thumb and index finger, his back against his mattress, head resting on a pillow.

‘Sunshine.’

‘Yoongi.’

‘How are we going to make this work?’

‘Us?’ 

‘Yes, you being in Busan, me being in Seoul.’

‘I’ll come back soon, I promise.’

‘Baby, that’s what you told me yesterday as well. Are you going to give up on your dreams? I don’t want you to, Jimin. What can I do to make it better for you here?’

At that moment Yoongi lost balance and his phone fell on his face, a loud ‘fuck’ escaping his mouth. He searched for his phone with his hand and found it behind his head. ‘Yes, sorry, hi.’

‘What did just happen?’

‘I dropped my phone on my face.’

‘You’re such an idiot.’

‘If you were here it wouldn’t have happened.’

‘Are you blaming me?’

‘If you were here there wouldn’t be any need for me to call you, and that means I wouldn’t have dropped my phone on my face.’

‘I want to kiss your face.’

‘Gross.’

‘You’re gross.’

Yoongi rolled his eyes. Jimin was avoiding his question.

‘Jimin, be serious with me for a minute. What can I do to make it better for you here?’

It went silent on the other side. 

Yoongi sighed. He had been playing with the thought for a couple of days now. He wasn’t sure if it was what they needed right now, but it might as well be. You never know if you never try, right? Maybe it was way too soon, but honestly, it wouldn’t be that much of a change for the both of them.

‘Jimin, do you want to move in with me?’

A week later most of Jimin’s important belongings were inside Yoongi’s apartment. Jimin sat down on Yoongi’s couch, swinging his feet on his own, which was placed next to it.

Yoongi sat next to Jimin, but after three seconds he decided he decided Jimin’s thighs would make the perfect pillow. He rested his head on Jimin’s lap, getting more comfortable.

‘I like this,’ Jimin played with Yoongi’s hair. ‘It’s nice knowing I’m not alone in my apartment anymore, plus, yours is much bigger.’

‘It’s not like you didn’t spent most of your time here before you left, anyway’ Yoongi smiled back, closing his eyes. 

‘You know,’ Jimin tilted his head, ‘Busan might be my real home. But a part of what I consider home is also whenever I’m with you.’

‘Which movie are you quoting.’

Jimin lifted his knee, causing Yoongi’s head to bounce. ‘I’m serious! I’m trying to be romantic here!’

‘It’s working,’ Yoongi stretched his arm out, poking Jimin’s cheek. ‘I know you’re still a bit uncomfortable here, babe. I promise we’ll get out of this apartment as soon as I have saved up enough money.’

‘We have saved up enough money.’

‘That’s right, when we do,’ Yoongi still had to get used to the fact that he wasn’t alone anymore. Jimin had now become a huge part of his life, and it was time for Yoongi to start thinking about their future together.

‘But what do we do with your apartment? I mean, who wants to rent an apartment with a huge hole in the wall?’

‘Actually, I think I might know someone.’

Yoongi frowned, ‘you do?’

‘Yeah, he’s a friend of mine. When I was home we had a long talk about what he wanted to do in life. Turns out he seriously wants to pursue a career in dancing, like me. But he’s got no place to go, I think he’ll be really happy if I tell him he can stay at my place. We’ll just figure something out moneywise.’

‘Sounds like a plan to me. But maybe we should cover the hole, I mean.’ Yoongi bit his lip, ‘we don’t want your friend to catch us when we take care of our,’ his hand found Jimin’s inner thigh, ‘needs.’

‘You know it’s only 11 in the morning,’ Jimin laughed, feeling Yoongi’s hand creep further up his thigh.

‘That’s what’s so great about being in a relationship, baby. You can do whatever you want, when and wherever you want to.’

‘So, right now?’

‘Your couch or mine?’

‘How about the bed?’

‘Our bed.’

‘Only if you carry me.’

‘Brat.’

‘You love me, though.’

‘You know I do.’

‘Why didn’t you help me when I moved in?’

‘Because you were annoying when you moved in.’

Jimin pushed the box he was carrying against Yoongi’s butt, who was walking in front of him as they climbed the stairs of their apartment building.

‘I have just recovered from abdominal surgery and now you want to injure me again Park Jimin?’

‘I would do it out of love.’

‘Who would injure someone out of love? What kind of boyfriend are you?’

‘Your boyfriend,’ Jimin pushed the box against Yoongi’s behind again, causing the blond boy to stumble up the last few steps.

‘Jimin if you do that one more time, I swear to god I will set fire to everything you love.’

‘You will have to - ah Jungkookie, sorry for taking so long!’ Jimin innocently smiled at his friend, who was waiting next to the door of Jimin's old apartment.

Yoongi dropped the box he was holding next to Jungkook’s feet, letting out a dramatic sigh. ‘I’m gonna nap, please never make me climb those damn stairs ten times in a row again.’

‘You go do that, I’ll show Kookie around.’

‘You never give me cute nicknames and he just gets them thrown at him.’

‘That’s because I’ve known him for much longer than I have known you. You need to earn a cute nickname.’

Jimin walked into what used to be his apartment. Most of his furniture was still there, his bed, a table, some chairs, a lamp. There was simply not enough room in Yoongi’s apartment for both of their stuff, and they also didn’t really need most of it. Jungkook also didn't mind using Jimin's furniture for the time being.

‘You think you can get used to this?’ Jimin leaned against the small kitchen counter.

‘I’m sure I can.’

Jimin smiled, ‘I’m really glad you’re here, you’re like my own little part of Busan in Seoul, come I’ll show you your new bedroom.’

Jimin launched himself onto the bed, ‘this is where the magic happens!’

‘If you and Yoongi did what I think you did in there I’m not sleeping in it!’

‘Don’t worry Jungkookie,’ Jimin smirked while throwing a pillow at Jungkook’s face, the younger swiftly dodging it, ‘we’ve only done that in his bed.’

Jungkook shook his head, ‘it’s just weird for me to see you like this, I have to get used to it. Yoongi seems nice though, a little grumpy, but I can tell he cares about you a lot. I’m happy for you,’ Jungkook looked around him, taking in his new surroundings.

‘Oh, Jungkook?’

‘Yeah?’

‘You see that closet, left from you?’

‘Yes?’

‘Don’t move it.’

‘Okay I guess I won’t?’

‘There’s a,’ Jimin sat up and scratched the back of his neck, ‘a hole behind it.’

‘A hole?’

‘Yes.’

‘Like, a big one?’

‘A human being could fit trough it?’

Jungkook looked from the closet to Jimin, and from Jimin back to the closet, inspecting the white object with his eyes, ‘hyung, how?’

‘I made it on my second day here.’

Jungkook turned his head and sent the boy another suspicious look, ‘you made it?’

‘And I’m thankful for it every day.’

‘Are you going to tell me you made it on purpose?’

‘Jungkookie, just keep the closet in front of it, it’s not important. We really need to get those boxes unpacked first!’ Jimin innocently smiled, walking out of the bedroom and into the living room. 'If we hurry we can still make it in time for your first dance practice.'

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‘Kookie, stop crying.’

‘I’m sorry, hyung.’

‘I’ll start crying too if you don’t stop now.’

‘I, I don’t even know why I’m this upset, I’m probably just tired.’

Normally, Yoongi would roll his eyes whenever something like this occurred. It wasn’t unusual for his boyfriend to be over dramatic, and he had seen Jungkook bawl his eyes out before as well.

But this time it was different. He sighed, deciding he should go check on the two boys on the other side of the wall.

Once he walked through the front door he found them on the living room floor, Jungkook with tearstained cheeks, Jimin quickly wiping the tears that were about to escape his eyes away.

They both looked up at Yoongi, Jungkook doing a weak attempt to hide his face in his hands. Jimin just stretched his arms out towards Yoongi.

Yoongi shook his head, walking over to the them.

‘Come here,’ he whispered, grabbing Jimin’s hands and pulling both boys closer as he sat down. He felt Jungkook’s shoulders shudder underneath his arm on one side, Jimin burying his face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck on the other.

‘It’s not like we’re moving out of the country. It’s just the other side of the city.’

Jungkook nodded, ‘I know. But I’ll just miss being around you guys all the time. Man, I’ll really miss you both.’

Jungkook angrily looked up at the ceiling, blinking his tears away. ‘Ah! I promised myself not to cry, damn it.’

‘It’s okay,’ Jimin’s responded, weakly smiling as he moved his head back. ‘I wasn’t crying before, by the way. This is all Jungkook’s fault.’

‘Jimin, don’t blame me!’

Yoongi let go of the two boys, placing his arms behind him on the floor, ‘Jungkookie, we won’t be that far away.’

‘But Seoul is big, I won’t be able to just come over.’

‘Of course you will be, you’re welcome anytime, you know that.’

‘No, but it will take me over an hour with traffic and everything. I’ll just miss being able to do things together, you both helped me out so much.’

Sometimes Yoongi forgot Jungkook was only an insecure teenager, all alone in Seoul. Of course it was hard for him to see his two hyungs leave.

Yoongi pulled him in for a hug, ‘come here, you rascal.’

Jimin smiled at the sight of the two boys embracing each other. He quickly joined in, causing Yoongi and Jungkook to fall over.

‘Hyung, you’re crushing me.’

‘It’s a farewell crush, enjoy it will you still can, Kookie.’

‘Jimin, are you really going to say bye to everything.’

‘Just the important things.’

‘You just said ‘bye’ to the toilet.’

‘The toilet is of great importance.’

Yoongi shook his head, walking up behind the boy, wrapping his arms around the younger’s waist. ‘I’ll miss this place.’

‘I never thought I’d say it, but I’ll miss it too.’

‘We’ve been through a whole lot of shit here,’ Yoongi rested his chin on Jimin’s shoulder.

‘We sure have been,’ Jimin glanced at the spot where the dark, red stain of blood once was. His gaze traveled over to the wall. ‘I’ll even miss the hole that used to be there.’

‘We could’ve kept the hole if you wouldn’t have moaned sound loudly.’

‘You were the person that made me moan so loudly.’

‘Jungkook’s purity and innocence is all gone because of us.’

‘We’ve scarred him for life.’

‘He was so happy and relieved when we finally covered it up.’

Yoongi nodded, ‘he was. It still didn't block out sounds completely, though.’ He looked around the almost empty room, only a mattress and some boxes were still there, everything else was already at their new place.

‘Are you excited to move tomorrow?’

‘Of course! We've worked so hard for this, I can’t believe we've saved up enough.’

‘Me neither.’

Yoongi closed his eyes, ‘I’m proud of us, sunshine.’

‘Come, show me where exactly we’re gonna live again,’ Jimin got out of Yoongi’s grasp, walking out of their apartment and into the hallway. He opened the door that led to the roof, Yoongi quickly following the boy.

‘So,’ Yoongi announced as he walked up next to Jimin, who stood near the edge, looking over the big city in front of him. ‘You see those tall buildings, right? It's like a group of them. And then you go to the far left, there are some trees.’

‘Yes.’

‘And if you go a little behind that, there’s our new home.’

Jimin took a deep breath, searching for Yoongi’s hand, intertwining their fingers once he found it.

‘I’m really happy, Yoongi.’

‘I honestly think I’m happy too.’

‘You know, this roof, we had our first real kiss here.’

‘We had,’ Yoongi smiled at the memory. ‘It’s weird to be leaving. I’m glad we can live somewhere where we know we’re actually safe, though. It’s such a relieve. The thought that those guys might would’ve come back for me always remained.’

‘I thought about it as well.’ Jimin looked down, ‘I never want to go through anything like that ever again.’

It was a subject they tried to avoid. Except for that one time they had decided to tell Jungkook about it, they hadn’t brought it up.

‘Do you want to tell him, or do you want me to do it? We can also do it together?’

‘Are you okay with doing it alone? I don’t think I’ll be able to..’ Jimin had looked away, not sure how to tell Yoongi he really didn't want to talk about it. But Yoongi had understood that Jimin wasn't ready to talk about it yet.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll tell him, alright? You can stay here.’

The night Yoongi went over to Jungkook to talk about it, Jimin was alone in their bedroom. He couldn’t handle coming with Yoongi and reliving all the events. The blood everywhere, the fear of losing Yoongi for good.

When Yoongi came back and had found the boy he cared so much about in tears, he had held Jimin until he had fallen asleep in his arms.

he guilt Yoongi felt would never go away, and every day he tried to find a way to cope with the trauma he had caused the boy. But it was a never ending fight with himself. Jimin telling him he was happy now, made him feel beyond relieved, but he know they still had a long way to go.

‘I love you, Jimin.’

‘I love you more.’

They kissed, standing in almost the same spot where they had had their first kiss. Yoongi slowly moved Jimin towards one of the big gray concrete blocks. He carefully pushed the boy against it, starting to leave kisses in the boy’s neck.

Jimin felt Yoongi’s hands move from his back to his hips.

‘Yoongi, what are you doing?’ Jimin whispered.

‘I’m gonna make love to you.’

Jimin gave into Yoongi’s touch but still held back a little, ‘on the roof?’

‘On the roof. As a final goodbye to this place.’

‘What if we get caught?’

‘We won’t, no one ever comes here.’

Jimin smirked as he felt two soft hands underneath his shirt. He leaned his head back, allowing Yoongi to suck in his neck.

‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ Jimin grabbed Yoongi’s waist, pulling him closer.

Yoongi smiled as he brought his face closer to Jimin’s, gently connecting their lips. ‘Let’s say goodbye.’

‘Jimin, if you’re going to sing along, at least sing the right lyrics.’

‘What? I am singing the right lyrics.’

‘You’re literally making up words, babe.’

‘That’s because there’s a mattress poking in the back of my head, making it hard for my brain to properly function.’

‘Yes, go blame the mattress.’

‘No, I’m blaming Namjoon’s small ass car.’

‘Be happy he lend it to us and I have a driving license.’

‘Wait, be quiet this is my favorite part!’

Yoongi murmured an annoyed, ‘do you even know the song,’ as he rounded a corner. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw Jimin belt out the high notes so passionately next to him. ‘I’m considering having you feature on my next song.’

‘Imagine what will happen to the sales if you have me on it.’

‘They will drop.’

Jimin turned his head, giving Yoongi a death glare as he raised his hand.

‘Hey, don’t you dare hit me, I’m driving!’

Jimin faked a smile, ‘I’ll wait till we get to our new house.’

‘God, you’re so childish.’

‘You love me, though.’

‘You know I do.’

‘Tell me why.’

‘Jimin, no, I’m not doing this.’

‘Tell me why you love me.’

Yoongi sighed, Jimin was sending promising stares his way, ensuring Yoongi he wouldn’t be able to get away with avoiding the question.

Yoongi opened his mouth, the things he did for his stupid boyfriend.

‘I love you because, even though I’m older, you care for me. I love how you’re passionate about what you do. I love how whenever you dance or talk about something you’re proud of your eyes will light up. I admire how you stayed with me and put your trust back into me even when I dragged you through hell.’

Yoongi had his hands on the steering wheel. He could feel Jimin’s stare, but he kept his eyes on the road, a smile on his lips.

‘I love you, because you’re you. You can be naïve, almost childlike, but you’re smart. You’re really smart, Jimin. I love you because you make me happy, you know when to talk and comfort me, but you also know when to give me space and be quiet. You understand what I need, and despite our fights, you’re the person I want to be next to at the end of the day.’

Yoongi took a deep breath, ‘that’s why I love you.’ He quickly glanced at Jimin, ‘happy now, sunshine?’

‘You meant it, didn’t you?’

‘Of course I meant it! I pour my heart out, and you doubt me?’

‘No, no, it was beautiful!’ Jimin smiled, placing his hand on Yoongi’s thigh. ‘I’m gonna make you tell me this every day.’

Yoongi shook his head, driving up the driveway of their new house.

Their new place was small, nothing special. It didn’t have a garden or anything fancy. But it was so much more of a home already than their old apartment had ever been.

‘We have arrived,’ Yoongi was the first to get out of the car. ‘What are you waiting for?’

‘I’m,’ Jimin started, slowly opening the car door, looking at the house in front of him. ‘I just can’t believe this is ours, I can’t believe we’ve actually bought this.’

‘We have, sunshine,’ Yoongi stood beside the boy. ‘This is ours.’

They intertwined their fingers as they walked up to the front door. Jimin looked at the boy next to him, who held the key to their house in his hand. Yoongi smiled back at him, taking a deep breath, ‘welcome home.’

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HAVE U READ THE NOTE? okay continue

‘Jimin?’

Jungkook looked up in confusion from the couch he had been napping on.

Last time he had checked his name was still Jeon Jungkook.

Nope, he was good.

He didn’t need to get up and answer the door.

‘Yah, Park Jimin!’

‘I’m not Jimin, please leave,’ Jungkook groaned.

Then he remembered Jimin used to live in this apartment until three days ago.

Oh.

He quickly got up, making his way over to his front door, stumbling over his underwear which he had somehow already managed to carelessly throw into his hallway.

Good job, Jeon.

He grabbed the black boxers from the ground and threw them in the direction of the living room, making sure the person at the door wouldn't see them.

He opened the door to find a boy who was, pretty much, in possession of the most beautiful smile Jungkook had ever seen.

Like, his smile could easily outdo Jimin’s in brightness, and that was something.

His hair looked extremely soft and inviting as well and Jungkook almost reached up to run his fingers trough the strands.

Then he remembered that he was a stranger to the boy and that’d be creepy as fuck.

‘Hi.’

‘Hi, is Jimin there?’

‘No, he moved in with Yoongi who lives next door three days ago. I live here now.’

‘He moved in with Yoongi? I thought he wouldn’t until a week from now?’

‘Well, he did?’

The boy murmured something inaudible to himself before turning back to Jungkook, ‘do you know if he’s home?’

Jungkook shook his head, leaning against the doorframe as he eyed the boy a little better. His white sweater had holes in it, looking lowkey designer but also lowkey like he had put them in there himself. It looked cute, though. Actually the boy was kind of cute in general.

Man, Jungkook needed to stop thirsting over strangers that showed up at his doorstep.

‘Do I need to deliver a message to him when he gets back?’

‘No, I need to borrow his camera for my art project.’

‘I see.’

‘Do you think he’ll come back soon?’

‘I think he should be back in about twenty, you can come in and wait here if you want?’

Yes, hot handsome stranger, please come into my apartment so I can stare at you some more.

The boy happily smiled at him, ‘if that’s okay? I’m Taehyung by the way, Jimin’s best friend.’

Oh.

Jimin’s best friend.

Interesting.

Jungkook grinned as he closed the door behind Taehyung, sprinting to the living room and quickly shoving the boxers that had ended up next to his couch under a pillow.

‘I’m Jungkook, also Jimin’s best friend.’

Taehyung stared at Jungkook in disbelief, ‘wait, you’re Jungkook? Man, Jimin wouldn’t shut up about his friend from Busan, I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you!’

Suddenly Taehyung’s body was centimeters away from his, and before Jungkook could even process what was happening, he was suffocated in a hug. ‘Welcome to Seoul!’

Jungkook mumbled a, ‘thank you,’ which was mostly muffled by the material of Taehyung’s sweater.

Taehyung took a step back and walked over to Jungkook’s couch, flopping down on it as if he was the one living in the apartment.

Jungkook figured that since he was Jimin’s best friend he had probably spent more time here than Jungkook, so yeah.

Fair.

‘He told me about you as well,’ Jungkook shyly smiled, sitting down next to Taehyung.

Taehyung nodded, ‘you know, since we’re both Jimin’s best friends we’re kind of destined to become friends as well.’

The automatically formed, ‘what if I don’t want to,’ died on Jungkook’s tongue when he saw the look in Taehyung’s eyes.

Yeah - he definitely wanted to.

What he didn’t want, though, was a sleeping Taehyung on his thigh fifteen minutes later.

He had tried poking, yelling, shaking -nothing would wake the boy up.

He had asked Jungkook if he could use his lap as a pillow, Jungkook had said sure.

He had also told Jungkook he was really tired because he had pulled a lot of all nighters to finish his project, and Jungkook had said that he shouldn’t have.

But now Jungkook was semi pissed off over the fact that he had a still somewhat stranger making weird movements on his leg and murmuring shit about noodles (?) Jungkook was a bit confused to what the boy was even saying in his sleep.

‘Jungkookie, what’s up?’

‘Jimin, get your ass home now.’

‘That’s not how you talk to your favorite hyung.’

‘I don’t care, I need you to come home and take Taehyung with you.’

‘Taehyung?’

As if Taehyung knew they were talking about him, he made a very high pitched noise in his sleep, burying his cheek in Jungkook’s thigh.

‘Was that him? Ah, have you two met?’

‘He’s sleeping on my lap.’

‘Cute.’

‘No it’s not cute because he’s making weird sounds and movements and won’t wake up.’

‘Pet his hair or sing him a song, it calms him down.’

Jungkook looked down at the boy.

Sing him a song?

Pet his hair?

What was he?

A dog or an actual human being?

‘The fuck, no.’

‘We’ll be home in an hour, please Kookie, he’s been super stressed out lately, he deserves some sleep.’

And with that the phone call ended, and Jungkook angrily tossed his phone away, Taehyung still peacefully asleep. (Well not really peacefully, but you get it.)

Jungkook figured Zion.T could work wonders, so a rendition of Yanghwa Brdg would definitely work.

Definitely.

‘uri jibeneun,’ Jungkook looked down at Taehyung, who was in a rare moment of silence, ‘maeil na hollo isseotji.’

Just when the second sentence had left his lips, Taehyung turned around and buried his face in Jungkook’s abdomen, nose poking at Jungkook’s belly button.

Just amazing.

Okay so scratch that.

What else had Jimin said?

Hair petting.

He could do that.

He had owned a dog once.

Okay, the dog hadn’t liked him and had even bit him at one point but that didn’t matter.

He got this.

Jungkook carefully brought a hand up to Taehyung’s brown hair, surprised with the softness once he placed it down.

He started to run his fingers through it, slowly starting to massage the boy’s scalp.

Jungkook was wondering why he was doing this, wondering why he was actually enjoying this.

But then he remembered this was Jimin’s best friend.

Kind of like mi casa tu casa.

My best friend your best friend.

Man, Taehyung’s hair was really soft. Like really soft. Like clouds made out of cotton candy.

Wait no, cotton candy wasn’t even soft.

Like sheepskin.

Sheep were soft right?

Wait, Jungkook had never even petted a sheep.

Why was he even thinking about sheep when there was a hot boy sleeping in his lap? Why were his eyelids so heavy? Why was Taehyung suddenly so quiet and actually peaceful? Why did Jungkook’s brain tell him it was a good idea to close his eyes for a minute?

Why the fuck did he fall asleep and was woken up by the sound of Jimin taking pictures of them?

‘What,’ Jungkook slowly cracked an eye open, finding and unusual weight on his lap and two people with their phones both aimed at him.

‘Jimin? Yoongi?’ he looked down in complete horror, ‘Taehyung?’

‘I knew you two would get along! I’m going to frame this picture!’ Jimin happily chirped, placing his phone in his back pocket. ‘Babe,’ he nudged Yoongi's side, ‘look how cute they are.’

‘Please get your friend off me,’ Jungkook sighed, detaching Taehyung’s arm from his leg.  

Yoongi grinned, ‘you two look cute indeed.’

Jimin sighed, walking over to the couch and crouching down next to Taehyung, pinching his nose and standing back up.

Immediately, Taehyung sat up, almost knocking Jungkook’s teeth out of his mouth in the process, ‘what?’

Jungkook stared at Jimin in disbelief as he repositioned himself on the couch now that Taehyung’s weight was gone, ‘how did you –what did you, why didn’t you tell me to do that?’

‘It would have killed the fun,’ Jimin casually brushed the comment off, wrapping an arm around Yoongi’s waist.

Jungkook groaned loudly, ‘god, can you all just please get the hell out?’

‘Maybe if you ask nicely.’

Jungkook glared at him in response, ‘why is this gathering happening here in the first place?’

Taehyung, who up to then had looked very disorientated and very tired and still very adorable in Jungkook’s opinion, spoke up, ‘camera, that was it, Jimin I need to borrow your camera, if that’s okay, of course.’

‘Yeah, sure, no problem,’ Jimin smiled back, ‘let’s go get it and leave poor little Jungkookie alone.’

Within seconds Jimin and Yoongi had exited the apartment, and Jungkook was left with Taehyung, his hair still a mess thanks to Jungkook’s massage skills.

He sheepishly grinned at Jungkook as he got up from the couch, rubbing at the back of his neck, ‘thanks for letting me use you as a pillow.’

‘You’re welcome? I guess.’

Taehyung nodded, biting his lip, ‘I’ll get going then.’

‘Yeah, you should. Before I forget, tell Jimin to delete the picture.’

Taehyung gave him one last smile before turning around, ‘no, I bet it’s cute.’

‘Oh, come on.’

Just when Jungkook was about to yell at Taehyung for leaving his front door wide open, the boy poked his head around the corner, same boxy grin still in place.

‘Sing the full song to me next time, though, you have a beautiful voice.’

Jungkook felt his cheeks heat up. ‘You heard that? You weren’t asleep? I swear to god you-‘ the black boxers that Jungkook had managed to get out from underneath the pillow missed Taehyung’s head by at least a meter.

‘Bye Jungkookie!’

Jungkook groaned in response, falling back on his couch, being welcomed by the warm spot Taehyung had just created with his body heat.

Taehyung.

The couch even smelled like the boy now.