Taehyung walked to his room door to open up. He was surprised that his roommate was already back from weightlifting.

"Taehyung. Hey." Jimin timidly day.

"Oh! Jimin, hey," he said giving him a hug. Jimin smiled blushing as Taehyung wrapped his arms around his neck and rested his chin on his head.

"H-hi."

"What brings you here? You haven't visited my room lately." He said once he let go and stepped aside to let him in.

"I just wanted to talk to you. Is your roommate here?" He asked peeking before walking in.

"Oh, that's fine we can talk. No, he's out at the moment. You can come in."

"I hope I'm not interrupting you. Where you about to go running?" He asked staring his clothes.

"Yes, but I can wait. I was planning on heading out a little later either way. The sun is still too hot."

"Are you sure? I can come back another time."

Taehyung smiled, "You're fine, Jimin. Have a seat." He extended his hand motioning him to sit on his bed.

"Thank you."

"Want something to drink? I have water or juice."

"I'm okay, thank you."

"So, what's going on? Is someone bothering you? I'll take care of that."

"No. It's not that. I was just in my dorm by myself and I started overthinking. I didn't want to cause myself another headache and thought maybe you could distract me."

"I can distract you from that, but you will be satisfied? Didn't you say you came to talk to me? Don't you want to talk about your thoughts? It might help instead of bottling them up inside."

Jimin starting fidgeting with his hands and looked down at his lap. It was a thing that he did when he was nervous.

"It's okay. We don't have to talk about it. If you do tell me, you can trust me. I promise." He told resting his hand against him.

Jimin looked up and felt less tense about the situation. "I just want to ask you a question."
He whispered.

"Go on."

"Your lover. How did you know you were in love with her?"

"I don't know. I know that's not the answer you want to hear, but I really don't know. I could just feel it in my heart. It's something that you can't explain with words. You almost feel like your heart is glowing." He grinned.

Jimin smiled his cheeks turning a pinky rose color. He felt his heart glow around Yoongi every single time he landed eyes on him.

"Is Jimin in love?" He questioned with a smirk.

"I am," he responded covering his mouth with his hand to prevent any giggles from escaping his lips.

"Love is a beautiful thing. It can help you get through the tough shit in life. To know that someone cares and loves you can make a difference on yourself."

Jimin nodded in agreement and he slowly stopped smiling. "What's wrong?" Taehyung asked a bit confused.

"I just don't know if the person I'm in love with feels the same."

"Have you told them?"

"Yes and no. But if they would take a look in my eyes they would know everything I'm trying to tell them."

"Why don't you talk to them about it?"

"I guess I'm just scared of the answer I'll get. I know they care for me, but I just don't think they'll love me enough to forgive me."

"Forgive you for what?"

Jimin shrugged with tears in his eyes, "I don't know, for fucking up their life." He gulped.

"Jimin, don't say that. You couldn't have possibly done something that hurt them that much."

"No, but I'm going to. I'm going to cause anxiety and mental breakdowns. Because when I look at them and they look at me back with those eyes, I can see how much they're trying to not love me. They've never loved a person like me. They've never loved a boy. Who am I to confuse their sexuality and possibly ruin their reputation? I have no right to try to be with him if he's never like boys before. I just feel like I'm pressuring him in a way and I hate myself for that."

Taehyung sighed scooting closer to him to provide more comfort. "Before I was in love with her, I was in love with another person too."

"You fell in love with two people at the same time?" Jimin asked wiping his cheek from some tears that had spilled.

"Yeah, I was. He's my best friend and he completes me in a way I don't think I could ever complete myself."

"He?"

Taehyung smiled, "Yeah."

"You were in love with a boy?"

"That's right. I didn't know I could like boys too. I never told him. Not because he's homophobic or anything like that. I just can't afford to lose him. My point is, you aren't forcing that guy to love you. All you're doing is being you and if you can see that he's trying to fight off his feelings for you then it's not your fault. You aren't pointing a gun to his head telling him to love you or feel the same. He's falling on his own. Of course, how could he not? You're so amazing beyond words."

Jimin quickly wrapped his arms around him and Taehyung slowly rubbed circles on his back to make him feel at peace.

"Thank you. I really needed this." Jimin said with his eyes closed.

"Remember, I'll always be here for you. Any time."

•••

Jimin woke up in a puddle of sweat with his heart pounding loudly against his chest. He wiped his forehead breathing heavily and he reached over to turn on his lamp.

He looked for Yoongi and found that he wasn't here yet. He went out again to who knows where. Was he trying to avoid him again?

His eyes went to the clock sitting on his nightstand. It read 3:12 a.m. He started thinking of where he could be.

He would usually stay awake until he knew Yoongi was here sound and safe. Tonight, he just happened to be so drained and physically exhausted he fell asleep.

In a way, he thought that maybe he had that nightmare because he didn't stay up to wait for him.

He got up and removed his soaked clothes. There was no way he could possibly fall back asleep on the wet bed sheets.

So, he headed over to the bathroom to shower. His face was burning hot and he quickly brushed his teeth to get that dry taste off his mouth.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was stumbling through the hallway to get to his room. He reached in his pocket to get the key out for the door.

He didn't want to drink or smoke. He really didn't. But, at times he needed to escape his reality just for a little bit. Even if it meant feeling sick until he threw up his intestines out.

However, this time not even the liquor taste erased Jimin from his mind. He went in the room expecting the lights to be off and for him to be soundly asleep.

He saw the lights were on and his bed was messy and empty. The bathroom door was closed and the first thing he did was walk towards it.

He leaned his ear against it and heard the water running. His hand went to the door handle and he was about to turn back around and just go to bed.

But what if Jimin was sad? What if he was crying? What if he needed him right now? How could he just walk away?

So, he slowly opened the door handle and stepped in quietly. It's not like he would hear him either way.

His eyes went straight to his naked body seen through the clear shower curtain. He felt his mouth water like he had just seen a meal ready to be devoured.

His chest felt weird and the sensation ran all the way down to his pants. When his breathing started getting heavy and the warm feeling in his stomach expanded through his veins, he knew he had to go.

All he could do was panic and close the door behind. It was a little louder than he intended to be, but it was too late now.

He ran to his bed and kicked off his shoes getting under his blankets. He closed his eyes and attempted to control his breathing and make his boner go away.

As soon as he heard the water go off, his nerves got worse. Jimin opened the door with a towel wrapped around his body.

"Oh, Yoongi. You're here. S-sorry." He quickly said wrapping the towel tighter around his figure. Yoongi opened his eyes and kept staring at the bed in front of him.

"I'm-I'm going to get my clothes and I'll-I'll change in the b-bathroom." He stuttered making his way to his drawer.

Yoongi caught eyes with his and the way that white towel looked wrapped around him brought sinful thoughts to his mind.

"Are...are you okay?" Jimin asked.

"I'm fine." He mumbled.

"You just look a bit sick." He told kneeling down on the floor next to him.

The towel fell from his chest exposing his bare torso. Yoongi quietly whimpered covering his face with the blanket.

"Yoongi, you're worrying me what's wrong?" He asked scared.

"Nothing, Jimin, nothing." He responded under the sheets.

Jimin reached over to touch his shoulder and Yoongi pulled away harshly uncovering his face.

"Don't touch me!"

He fell back afraid, "I-I-I'm sorry." He breathed with a pout. Yoongi immediately regretted screaming when he saw sadness painted over his face.

"No, I'm...I'm the one that's sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I snapped." He apologized sitting up.

Jimin's lip quivered and he nodded. "It's-its fine."

He got up from the floor and tightly wrapped his towel again. He reached over to get his undergarments a new set of clothes.

"Jimin, please forgive me. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You've been drinking haven't you?"

"I only do it when I'm lonely. I'm sorry."

Jimin looked at him, "I'm lonely too. But, if you're with me you don't have to feel that way."

Yoongi bit his lip nervously. "Yeah, I guess."

Jimin looked down shyly realizing he was still semi naked in front of Yoongi. He collected his clothes and turned around to walk back to the bathroom.

Yoongi got up abruptly and turned him back around. Jimin gasped when their noses were touching.

"Jimin, I'm kind of drunk right now."

"I'm aware." He quietly responded.

"But, I really want to kiss you." He said cupping his face with his hands.

Jimin's lips parted in confusion. Had he heard right?

"Can I please?" He pleaded.

Jimin was speechless so all he could do was nod. And so Yoongi crashed his lips on him like they were his only source of oxygen.

His hands slowly went down to his neck and arms. Yoongi felt like he could die at this very moment and die happily.

Jimin was now aroused himself and he could feel the blush creeping up his neck. Yoongi softly pushed him back on the bed and got on top of him.

They kept kissing almost taking their breath away. Yoongi's hands were dangerously close to his v line, so instead he intertwined his hand with his. He didn't want Jimin to think he only wanted sex.

He pulled away resting his forehead on top of his before things went further. "Does this mean..." Jimin's voice trailed off in confusion.

"I don't know what I feel." He responded.

Jimin nervously bit his cheek waiting for him to panic and get off him. "It's a weird sensation," he added gripping their hands tighter.

"It's hard to explain. I wait to see you every minute, I constantly want to see your smile, hear your laugh, crave my lips against yours, feel every centimeter of your skin and I just want you. I'm so sorry, I'm such a coward. I'm so afraid to be judged for feeling this way about you. I know that's not an excuse to snap on you whenever I'm angry. I just don't know what to do with myself. I've always been mediocre and you look up to me like I'm the fucking world. How can you possibly look up to me and aspire to be like me, when I'm looking up to you?"

Jimin remained quiet looking deeply into his eyes. He could see the pain, love, and lust all at once.

"And, I drunk tonight to try to fight these feelings out of my system. I just can't. I don't know how. I've always had these walls up and I'm so scarred from my shitty childhood that I am terrified of the unknown. Nothings good ever happened to me and you...you feel like a gift sent from above and I'm so scared to break you. You can do much better. You really can. Stay away from me, please. I'm only going to make your life worse." He whispered.

Jimin smiled grabbing his face with his tiny hands. "Good change takes time. I'll be here every step of the way. I won't stay away and please don't ask me to. I don't think I could even if I wanted."

Yoongi sighed relieved closing his eyes. It felt nice to have someone not give up on him so easily. His mother had given up so fast, he never expected any different from anyone else.

Jimin wrapped his arms around his neck holding him like a needy kid wanting to feel warmth.

"Yoongi, even your dark side is full of color."