AN: Chapter Thirty was supposed to be about Namjoon.

Chapter thirty said 'fuck that noise, what's going on with Jimin and Yoongi?!'

So, here you go!  Enjoy!

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A hacking and sputtering from the kitchen brought Yoongi tearing out of the bedroom full tilt. Fearing Jimin had somehow managed to choke on the drink of water he'd gone to get, the older man was prepared to perform a Heimlich maneuver with every ounce of strength his slender body possessed.

Life saving measures turned out to be thankfully unnecessary, though. Jimin was standing in the middle of the kitchen and, despite the water splattered everywhere, he seemed to be breathing just fine.

"You okay?" the chef asked, snagging a kitchen towel from where it hung on the handle of the oven door. He dabbed at the moisture soaking into the front of Jimin's shirt – Yoongi's shirt, actually, but the younger had stolen it for bedtime again.

Wordlessly, Jimin turned his phone around to show Yoongi the screen. The older man quirked his brows in confusion; it was a picture of Namjoon standing with two women. He licked his lips slightly and tried to figure out what it was that had been so shocking that Jimin had attempted to breathe water. "Uhm."

"That's my mom!" Jimin explained. He tried to point at one of the women in the picture but, as it wasn't facing him, he ended up pointing at Namjoon. Yoongi chose not to comment on that, though, since the other woman in the picture was obviously too young to be Jimin's mother and looked way too much like Namjoon to be anyone other than the infamous Geongmin. It was easy enough to figure out whom Jimin was trying to indicate.

"What's she doing with Namjoon?" He took the phone from Jimin and peered at the picture. It had been sent to the group chat, which explained the notification-buzz that Yoongi had heard his phone make a moment ago. He'd been too preoccupied with worrying over Jimin drowning in his kitchen to check what the message had been, though.

"I don't know!" Jimin snatched his phone back and stared at the picture, expression perfectly dumbfounded. "I thought he was in Seoul."

"Call?" Yoongi suggested, moving to wipe up more water from the floor and countertops. Apparently, Jimin felt his best response to a surprise picture of their friend with his mom was to pretend to be a sprinkler. The older man was surprised how far the water had splattered.

"Calling." Jimin pressed a couple buttons before holding the device up to his ear. It didn't take long before a voice greeted him on the other end. "Why are you in Busan?" Jimin demanded without any sort of lead up.

There was a pause followed by laughter. Yoongi couldn't make out the words, though he was doing his best to eavesdrop.

"She's in Seoul?" Jimin started pacing idly around the kitchen as Yoongi finished up his toweling down of the front of the cabinets. "Really? Really? That's great!" Jimin moved the phone away from his mouth slightly. "Namjoon is working for my mom! How crazy is that?"

Before Yoongi had a chance to answer, the dancer was back to talking into the phone. "Ah, I miss her noodles. You ate enough for me, too, yeah? Was that your sister? Hobi-hyung talks about her all the time. If he didn't have Dasom, I'd think he had a crush on her. Mmhm. No, really. Yeah."

The older man tried his best not to feel left out as he gave up on trying to listen in on the conversation. Instead, he took the now-damp towel out of the kitchen and back into his bedroom to toss it into his dirty hamper. He frowned at how full it was. Again.

Living with Jimin was bringing up a lot of things Yoongi had never considered before. One such thing was just how much laundry two men could produce in a week.

As Yoongi shoved the clothing further down into the hamper, hoping to free up enough space to last another day or two, he wondered if living with a girl created as much laundry as Jimin did. Somehow, he doubted it. Depending on his work and performance schedule, it was not unheard of for Jimin to change outfits three to four times a day. And heaven forbid he ever wore the same pair of pants without washing them first.

The chef reminded himself that this was just a temporary inconvenience, having to do laundry twice as often. Jimin would be going back to his own apartment soon. Technically, he could have gone back at any point. Jongwoon had left the resort earlier in the week, leaving Jimin safe to return to his own home.

He hadn't, though, and Yoongi hadn't pushed for it to happen. Despite the adjustments they'd had to make in order to cohabitate in Yoongi's one-person apartment, they both kept cautiously ignoring the fact that the younger had no real reason to keep staying over.

If Yoongi was being honest with himself, he would have realized he was purposefully putting off sending Jimin home. He liked having him around, and he would miss coming home to the pink-haired man every night. It was, in a way, oddly domestic. Like living with one's spouse, or with a boyfriend.

Yoongi swallowed heavily at the thought as he stared down at the nearly full hamper. He wasn't entirely certain what they were. They hadn't exactly discussed it. Yoongi hadn't asked Jimin to be part of any sort of official couple. They hadn't even done anything remotely couple-y, apart from the lunch date the previous weekend.

It had gone well, as far as Yoongi was concerned. They'd gone to a nice little bistro off-property, stayed well beyond when they should have left, then took a nice walk along the nearby beach. He'd even mustered up the courage to hold Jimin's hand during the walk. But then they'd gone home, put on a movie, ordered a pizza for dinner, and then went to bed like they always did, in pajamas on opposite sides of the mattress.

He'd made no move to kiss the younger during the entirety of their date, or the movie, or even right before bed. His body had screamed at him to make some kind of move but every time he'd looked over at Jimin, his brain panicked. He wanted so badly to taste the lip gloss Jimin had been wearing but he was also terrified that maybe Jimin hadn't wanted it. Despite having told Yoongi at the restaurant that he liked him, Jimin hadn't made any moves, either. Maybe he'd changed his mind?

It was confusing as fuck. Were they dating now? Were they not? Jimin didn't say anything about it and didn't treat Yoongi any differently than he ever had. And, not wanting things to be awkward, Yoongi didn't act any differently, either.

Laughter reached his ears, sending little jitters down through his chest into his belly. He loved the sound of Jimin's laugh. He loved coming home to the dancer's cherub-cheeked smile. He loved how Jimin made him little rice cakes and left them in places Yoongi would find them. He loved the way the younger man pouted subconsciously when he read. He even loved the last time they spent the afternoon doing laundry, watching some dubbed Chinese show on the television while they argued over who's socks were who's.

Yoongi frowned as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, gazing at the half-open door in front of him. He could see Jimin pacing around the kitchen, grinning as he talked animatedly with Namjoon. The twittering feeling returned with a vengeance; if he didn't know any better, he'd think someone was using his stomach as a trampoline.

How in the world had it taken him this long to realize he liked Jimin in a more than platonic way? He still wondered if seeing the rest of the posse so happily attached to partners had anything to do with him looking more closely at the younger man. Apart from the sudden nervousness and excitement he felt when Jimin was standing close to him, Yoongi knew his feelings hadn't actually changed, only his perception of what those feelings meant.

Frustrated, he pushed himself off the bed and paced around his room aimlessly as he muddled through his thoughts. He paused at Jimin's side of the bed and ran a hand over the wrinkled blankets. A pair of the younger man's glasses sat on top of a book that had been placed on a TV tray: an impromptu nightstand Yoongi had set up when Jimin needed one.

Unbidden, his mind commented that he should look for a real nightstand so Jimin could have a little drawer to put his bedside stuff in. Two steps from the bed, Yoongi paused and glanced back at the TV tray and shook his head to clear it of such silly thoughts. He didn't need to get a second nightstand; Jimin wasn't living there permanently.

Realistically, Jimin couldn't have moved into Yoongi's apartment anyway. There just wasn't enough room for both of their things. There was furniture to consider, and décor that took up space Yoongi just didn't have. Then there was the matter of the younger's wardrobe.

Jimin had enough clothing to open his own second-hand store with outfits to spare. There was barely enough room in Yoongi's closet for the chef's own clothing, let alone the massive collection Jimin had. Plus, Yoongi reflected as he exited the bedroom to check if the younger was off the phone yet, if they moved in together, Jimin might want his own room. If they weren't actually together, he shouldn't assume Jimin wanted to share the bed forever.

Yoongi ignored the fact that Jimin could have very well slept on the couch the entire time he'd been staying over but had chosen the bed, and asked for a nightstand, and claimed a pillow as his. That was just because he was feeling insecure about the whole Jongwoon thing and didn't want to be alone at night. If they made living together an actual thing, Jimin would probably want his own bed back.

As he moved back toward the kitchen, Yoongi pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. The thought of Jimin not wanting to keep sharing the bed made him feel oddly anxious. The mere idea that Jimin would be returning to his apartment left Yoongi uneasy.

A sudden solution reared up and slapped Yoongi across the face like it was challenging him to a duel. The fix was so simple, he couldn't believe he didn't think of it before. With barely contained impatience, he sank onto the kitchen stool that typically sat near the fridge, waiting for Jimin to finish his conversation so they could make some plans.

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Jimin couldn't believe the luck Namjoon had. It was as if the universe were apologizing for the bad things that had been happening to him. He was so happy for his hyung and amused by the fact that his own mother was somehow involved in the whole thing.

He hadn't intended to spend half an hour on the phone with the older man but their conversation kept going, flowing easily between topics until they were no longer discussing his mother's cooking, Namjoon's job, or even Jimin's foray into waiting tables. It was only after he caught sight of the time on the microwave that Jimin realized how long they'd been chatting.

It took another five minutes to wrap up their current topic before Namjoon said he needed to get going. Geongmin had an early class the next day and he didn't want to keep her up by talking too loudly. With a smile, Jimin bid him goodnight, ended the call, and turned to face the pale, sleepy-looking man on the stool.

When Yoongi had left the kitchen, Jimin thought maybe he'd gone to bed. They'd been settling down for the evening when the picture had popped up in his notifications and Jimin knew how much his hyung liked his sleep. It was a nice surprise to see Yoongi return, though Jimin could tell something was off.

Based on the blend of nervous excitement that twitched across Yoongi's face, the younger suspected he knew what it was. It was probably time for them to have that talk, the one that finally defined what was currently happening between them. Why Yoongi wanted to have it at nearly eleven at night was a mystery, but Jimin readied himself to finally be able to tell Yoongi that, yes, he would be his boyfriend.

At least, that's what he hoped Yoongi would be asking. His anti-social hyung had been frustratingly distant since they got home from their date the past weekend. Jimin had waited all that evening for Yoongi to make some kind of move, but it ended the same way their normal days did. The acrobat was starting to suspect that maybe his hyung had changed his mind about them being more than just friends. Jimin thought the date had gone really well but it hadn't progressed past simple handholding, which was something he often did with his platonic male friends.

So, he'd upped his game a bit. He left treats for Yoongi to surprise him. He made sure to pick up after himself and do some extra cleaning when he had idle time. Yoongi hadn't needed to wash a dish all week; they were always done before he got home.

While Yoongi would shower Jimin with thanks for what he was doing, it didn't seem to have the effect the younger was hoping for. He was doing his damnedest to show the other than he was prime relationship material. Being domestic was apparently not enough to get Yoongi to make a move.

So, he'd taken it up another notch. He started changing his clothing a bit more often than necessary. He took special care to start undressing when Yoongi was around, angling himself in a way that showed off his best physical features.

Jimin mentally cursed the fact that they were utterly un-shy about their bodies around each other when none of that seemed to elicit a response in the older man. When you're used to showering with someone, seeing them 'accidentally' drop their towel halfway between the bathroom and the bedroom really didn't have much of an effect.

It was getting to the point where Jimin was ready to just straight up ask Yoongi himself. But every time the words hovered around his lips, the younger hesitated.

They knew quite a bit about each other, having gravitated together shortly after Jimin had moved to Jeju and joined the posse. At some point in their association, Yoongi had revealed why he was so adamantly against relationships. The only one he'd ever been in had been suffocating and overly dramatic.

The way he told it, Yoongi hadn't even wanted to date the guy in the first place. He'd owed a favor to a friend and agreed to go out with her brother to repay the debt. Apparently, the brother had been rejected numerous times and needed a win. He then got stuck in the relationship as each time he tried to break it off turned into a catastrophic guilt trip from both siblings.

The last thing Jimin wanted was for Yoongi to date him out of pity, or a sense of obligation. He wanted it to be Yoongi's idea and had worked very hard for three full years to get the older man to finally notice him as a potential mate and not just as a friend.

Now, standing in the kitchen in his pajamas, Jimin faced his prospective partner and bit his lip slightly, hoping this was the moment he'd been waiting so patiently for.

"When do you work next?"

Startled, Jimin glanced at the calendar pinned to the wall. He'd written his schedule on it but Yoongi obviously hadn't bothered to look before asking. "Tomorrow afternoon until closing at the parlor." That was definitely not the question he was expecting.

"Good. We can do it in the morning." Yoongi stood from his seat, nodding to himself.

Jimin, however, was staring at him with a confused frown. "Do what?"

"Apartments."

Jimin blinked. "What?"

"Apartments," Yoongi repeated, reaching out to grab Jimin by the wrist. "We should get some sleep so we can be up early." He tugged the younger behind him toward the bedroom.

Once inside, the older let go of Jimin's wrist and slid under the blankets on his side of the bed. Jimin automatically flicked the light off and made his way around to his own side, climbing in and rolling so he was facing Yoongi. "Hyung, what in the world are you talking about?"

"Tomorrow we're going to go look for a new apartment." He felt the mattress shift as Yoongi turned toward him.

"You mean..." Jimin bit his lip, mind racing as he tried to catch up with Yoongi's train of thought. "You want to move in together?"

"You pretty much already live here," Yoongi reasoned, though his voice held a touch of uncertainty. "But there isn't enough room. We need a bigger place. If you want to, I mean."

If Jimin hadn't been so stunned, he'd have found the normally stoic man's flustered words amusing. As it was, he was far too busy trying to wrap his head around the fact that this was the move Yoongi was making. It wasn't asking him out, per say, but it was still a step in the right direction. Jimin really didn't want to go back to his own place and all the sordid memories it recently held.

Yoongi shifted again. "You don't have to. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed-"

"I'd love to," Jimin finally replied, a grin spreading across his face as he found his voice. Since his apartment was employee housing on Cheongug property, he didn't have a lease agreement that stated he had to be in occupancy for a set period of time so he could move out whenever he wanted. He wasn't sure about Yoongi's place, but they could tackle that later.

"I was thinking we could look for a two-bedroom place."

Jimin felt his stomach dip a little bit at those words. If they were going to be a couple why would they need two bedrooms? Was he right about Yoongi changing his mind? Was Yoongi really wanting to move in together as only friends? They did cohabitate pretty well together, and splitting a place would probably be cheaper, even if it was bigger than the one Yoongi currently had, but Jimin had hoped maybe they'd be picking it out as partners.

"Oh. Uhm, yeah. Sure." He tried not to let his disappointment slip into his words but he knew he'd failed.

There was more movement from Yoongi and Jimin felt the other's long fingers grope around toward his side of the bed. He reached out so the other could find his hand and was at least happy to feel Yoongi's fingers entwine with his shorter ones.

"That way," the older continued quietly, "when your parents come to visit, they won't know."

Even though it was nearly pitch-black in the bedroom and he couldn't see anything as it was, Jimin blinked rapidly. "They won't know what?"

"That-" Yoongi cut himself off awkwardly, tightening his grip on Jimin's hand. "They won't know that we're..." his words faded to barely above a whisper. "Together?"

Jimin squeezed Yoongi's hand. "Together?" he urged gently, voice at odds with the way his inner-Jimin was doing joyous backflips.

"Yeah." Yoongi scooched a little closer under the covers, disentangling his hand with Jimin's in order to lay it on the other's hip. "If that's something you'd want to be." Jimin could feel the warmth from the older man's body radiating toward him and found himself inching a little closer himself until their legs started to tangle.

"I've been waiting three years for you to finally ask me out, hyung. I thought I'd made that pretty clear the other night at the Ciel." He let his hand run up Yoongi's arm, resting his palm on the other's bicep.

"You're sure? I'm not good with this sort of thing," Yoongi warned softly, his words ruffling Jimin's hair with how close they'd gotten. "I'm bad at feelings."

"I'm moody and dramatic," Jimin countered. His nose bumped Yoongi's in the dark. "And I'm sure. You're my best friend, hyung. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend my days with."

"You're really sure?"

Jimin rolled his eyes even though Yoongi wouldn't be able to see it. "For fuck's sake, Yoongi, just kiss me and let me be yours already!" he ordered, exasperated.

The words had forced their way out of his lips before he had a chance to clamp down on them but, in retrospect, Jimin was glad he said them because Yoongi promptly closed the distance and did exactly as bid.

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AN: I'll let your imaginations fill in the rest ^.~*

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