Jimin sat on the bench enjoying the sky. He felt a sudden inspiration and he opened his book bag to get his sketching pad.

When he didn't feel it, he immediately panicked and looked inside. Everything was there, but the notepad.

The last time he was using it was in his room. If Yoongi found it and opened it he would find out things he wanted to keep secret.

So, he got up abruptly and got his book bag and sprinted inside the building. The room key was at hand as he ran.

When he got to the elevator his heart was speeding so fast he couldn't concentrate. There was sweat on his forehead and his hand was shaky as he stared at the numbers.

Were they really those numbers or was his mind playing tricks on him again?

He hoped the number he picked was the correct one. As soon as the door opened he looked at the scraped paint on the wall.

That's how he knew he was on the right floor. Once again, he ran and slid his key in without knocking first.

When his eyes landed on Yoongi thrusting into the brunette in front of the mirror he wished he'd knock.

Yoongi removed his hands from her breasts and cursed. Jimin quickly turned around blushing in embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry-"

"Can't you fucking knock?" Yoongi screamed.

"It's no big deal." Nayeon laughed as she walked in the bathroom.

"What the hell do you want?" Yoongi hissed.

"I-I came to get a notebook I forgot."

"What? I can't fucking hear you. Turn around."

"C-can I?"

"Yes. I just told you." He replied annoyed.

Jimin slowly shifted and faced him. There was a white towel wrapped around his body and he could visibly see his erection slowly go down.

It made him feel so jittery and didn't know why. "So? What the fuck do you want? Can't you knock?"

"I'm sorry. I-I forgot my notebook. I should've knocked."

"What notebook?"

Jimin shakily pointed to it and Yoongi walked to get it. "N-no. I can't get it m-myself-"

He aggressively shoved it to him. He coughed a little and nodded. "You'll regret this. You interrupted me for a dumb notebook. Couldn't you wait?" He asked stepping closer to him.

Jimin held the book closer to him with his breathing slowly increasing. Yoongi was sweaty and his cheeks were pink probably from the sex he was just having.

And Jimin couldn't help to feel so shy. Having him an inch away and shirtless and sweaty was thrilling in a way.

"I-I'll get going. I don't want to interrupt anymore." He whispered and rushed out the door.

As he walked down the hall he touched his beating heart and tried to control his breath. There were times Yoongi made him feel a type of way and he couldn't figure out what it was.

"You were rough on him. It's no big deal." Nayeon said opening the bathroom door.

"He's so annoying. I think he did this on purpose."

"For what huh?" She asked walking over to get her bra.

"Because he must like you. He's already walked on us twice. He's just trying to see you naked. That little bitch."

Nayeon chuckled. "Please! He got so shy he didn't even land eyes on me."

"I know guys like him. He's into you." Yoongi mumbled looking at the floor.

"Stop it."

"Why the fuck are you always defending him?"

"Because you're being an ass. Leave him alone."

"You're talking shitty nonsense. Hey! Why are you getting dressed? We aren't done."

She looked down at his crotch and shrugged. "Clearly we are."

"Maybe you could..." he traced her lips with his finger and she laughed pulling away.

"I'm sorry. I can't use my mouth to blow you because all I do is talk shitty nonsense."

"Nayeon, come on. I was kidding."

She buttoned up her jeans and got her shoes. "Bye!" She waved walking out.

"I was kidding!" He repeated as the door slammed shut. He groaned and laid on his bed. For some odd reason he couldn't stop thinking about Jimin.

When he wasn't present he couldn't be mad at him and he didn't understand why. He also didn't understand why his mind was always occupied with thoughts of him.

•••

"Where are you going so fast?" A guy said stepping in front of Jimin.

"I-I'm going to my-my room."

"My-my-room." He mimicked.

"Where's your banana fag?" Another asked.

"I-I actually started eating apples lately and-I think I like them b-better." He smiled.

"Lucky for you I have one here." He said holding one up.

"Do you want to have one?" The dark haired one asked.

Jimin's smile slowly faded as he shook his head no. "N-no thank you. I-I have to get going." As he tried to walk away he got pulled back and pushed against the brick wall.

His glasses slowly slid down his nose and he blinked fast. "I-I really need to go."

"Open your mouth fag."

Jimin pressed his lips tightly and the guy harshly shoved the fruit down his throat. He started gagging his eyes watering while they obnoxiously laughed.

"Do you like that, huh?"

"You think you're so big and bad, huh?" Nayeon asked coming behind them. The guy removed the fruit from his mouth and turned to face her.

Jimin bent over coughing, his throat was burning and he could barely breathe. "Stay out of this." He snapped.

She walked towards his and smiled. "I said, do you think you're so big and bad?"

Before he could say anything she gripped his balls in her hand. "Ow! What the f-"

"Hmm, not so big. Definitely not big."

"What the hell are you doing?" The the other guy asked.

"Do you want me to hold you too? I got two hands." She grinned.

He shook his head walking away. "Psycho." He said.

She laughed gripping the other guy tighter. "I'm the psycho? But you are here shoving a banana down a boy's throat while laughing, but I'm the fucking psycho?"

The guy yelped shutting his eyes closed. "Apologize to him."

He shook his head and she gripped once again. Her long nails were digging so hair into his skin he was starting to see stars. "Apologize to him."

"S-sorry." He said quietly.

"What? I can't hear you! Say it louder."

"Sorry-!"

She finally let go with a satisfied smile. "Good boy." 

"You fucking bitch."

"You said what?" She asked.

He was bent over trying to gulp down the vomit that was starting to come up. He limped to the bathroom which was a few steps away before he puked everywhere.

Nayeon opened up her purse and took out a hand sanitizer to disinfect her hands. "Men are disgusting and fucking assholes. I wish I were lesbian."

Jimin remained quiet. He didn't know why she had helped him and he was beyond thankful. It was almost like she was sent from above. He didn't know where that would've led if she hadn't shown up.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded with a fake smile. "Thank you." He whispered. Even talking hurt him. "No problem. I had been wanting to do that for a long time. He's just..forget it."

Jimin nodded again struggling to hold his emotions in control. "They're assholes. Are you sure you're, okay?"

"Yes."

"I hope their dicks fall off. In fact, his dick might actually fall off. I probably did permanent damage to it. Oh well." She grinned.

Jimin weakly laughed. "We can walk to the elevator together. I stay on the next floor above you."

"Okay. Once again, thank you. I appreciate your help." He shyly said.

"No problem." She smiled.

They walked to the elevator door in silence and remained quiet all the way until it was his turn to get off. The door was almost shut when she spoke.

"I'm Nayeon by the way."