"I had a great time with you. I appreciate you meeting up with me." Jin said.

"I had a great time too. The comedy show was funny." Namjoon told giggling.

"I love watching them. If you hang out with me more often you'll realize I'm a terrible dad joker who aspires to be a comedian."

"You're a dad?" He exclaimed.

"Uh, well, no. I'm just really bad at jokes. Nah, who am I kidding? I'm super funny. Hoseok just likes to pick on me. He's jealous of my gift."

"Yeah, I bet so. I think you're funny." He grinned in response.

"Thank you. About the dad thing, does having two sugar gliders count?"

"You have two sugar gliders? How cute!"

"You should meet them one day."

"I'd love to." He smiled.

Jin nodded smiling in return. Namjoon suddenly became shy and turned to look out the car window.

Even though it was dark he was afraid Jin could see his red face. Calm the fuck down, Namjoon.

He hated being so timid and constantly blushing, but how could he not when a walking angel was right beside him?

"I guess I will drop you off where we met." Jin said.

"That's-that's fine." He stuttered.

"Alright then. You don't have to be nervous." Jin said.

Namjoon finally looked at him and took a small sigh. "Okay, I will try not to. I-uh-I didn't ask but, does Hoseok know we are together?"

"Yeah, he does."

"Oh, okay,"

"We talked about it and uh, I don't know I know it sounds weird, but would you like to see us? Like both of us together at the same time?"

Namjoon raised his eyebrows a bit shocked. "Umm,"

"I should probably ask if you're okay with that. He told me you two talked and umm...do you you like him?"

Namjoon nodded his head slowly. "It's just a bit weird for me. I've never liked two people at once." He whispered.

"Me either. It's a weird experience for sure. Like, I'm very over protective over, Hoseok. I adore him and I would've never shared him with anyone else but you."

"I...I have to confess something before we continue with this." Namjoon nervously told.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I'm asexual."

"Oh, no don't worry, I don't judge. When I met Hoseok he swore he was a vegan, but I didn't mind it."

"No, no, no. Asexual has nothing to do with food preferences."

"Oh?"

"It basically means that I don't have sex."

"Ahhh. Okay. Okay." He responded really confused.

"Maybe I should elaborate more."

"Yes, please do. I was convinced it had to do with food."

"Asexuality is a sexual orientation, like being bisexual, gay, or straight. Like mentioned, I don't have sex. It has nothing to do with the way a person looks or something like that. I just don't feel a sexual attraction towards anyone. I like you and I like him too, but I can't have sex with either. I don't know if that will be a deal breaker."

Jin took a deep breath, "Wow. Umm, no, it's just different. I've never heard of that before but then again the world is a diverse place. Come on Seokjin, you live in a huge world with billions of people you can expect everyone to be the same." He said playfully smacking his forehead.

Namjoon laughed quietly. His heart was racing, what if Jin wasn't interested anymore? What if Hoseok wasn't interested anymore?

"Good thing we like you for you not for the sex."

"Yeah, good thing." He whispered with a blush.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Mhm. Go on."

"Do you masturbate?" He bluntly asked. Namjoon blinked rapidly. No one had really asked him this before. Then again he didn't really tell people he was asexual.

"Yes, I do sometimes. I know it's confusing, but asexuals can masturbate, they can be in relationships, they can kiss, they can think someone is attractive, we just don't have a sexual craving to be with someone else."

"I got you." He whispered leaning closer. "So, does that mean we can kiss?" He wondered.

"I guess so." He responded. Jin grabbed his face and pressed his lips against Namjoon's.

And he swore that Namjoon's lips were filled with colors. Because it felt like a fucking paradise.

•••

"Mister Min?"

Yoongi groaned putting a pillow over his head. "Sir, sorry to bother, but you have a visitor." He told after knocking on the door yet again.

"Tell them I died to leave a message."

"He said that it's important."

"My feelings and emotions death are important too."

"He said that he really needs to speak to you and that it's important. He's your brothers friend and—"

"What?" Yoongi shrieked sitting up.

"Yeah, Jimin? I believe that's his name."

Yoongi swallowed hard and got up to open the door. "Excuse me? Did you say Jimin?"

"Yes."

"Cool. Tell him I'm dead." He said closing the door back up.

"Uh..."

Yoongi walked two steps and then turned back around to open the door. "No, you know what? Tell him that I said that he's a-and I-he-you-I-"

"Okay. I can tell him to leave. Don't worry."

"Nah, nah, I will tell him myself. I need to get some shit straight." Yoongi declared walking out of the room. He went to the elevator and pressed the bottom floor.

He kept tapping his foot annoyed until he saw his reflection on the door. Damn. He looked rough.

His hair was all over the place, he was only wearing one sock and his sweats and t-shirt were a Barney purple and fuck.

Could he really confront Jimin looking like fucking Barney?

He reached over to stop the elevator, but then he smacked his own hand. Stop it you, pussy.
He told himself.

He locked his hands behind his back to stop himself from chickening out. As soon as the door opened he regretted heading down.

Jimin was standing by the center table in front of the elevator. Yoongi's heart sunk to his feet when he saw him there.

There he was five foot eight, lips plumped as always, and effortlessly looking beautiful. Nothing new except for the purple under his eyes.

He looked empty once again. His signature smile was nowhere and his vibe was heavy. Blue.

"I knew it was you. Looking like Barney and shit." He stated crossing his arms across his chest.

"Barney is cool as shit." Yoongi replied back.

"What took you so long? I was trying to be in and out, but you took so long and now I'm going to be late."

"Well, you could've left. I didn't force you to be here."

Jimin uncrossed his arms and rolled his eyes, "I was about to either way. I just wanted to give you this personally so you didn't blame me in case your employee didn't give it back to you." He handed Yoongi his ring back.

Yoongi looked down at his feet and bit the inside of his cheek. "Okay," he said reaching over to her it.

Their hands touched for a split second so they froze. After realizing what was happening Jimin quickly pulled away.

Yoongi felt stupid as he removed Jimin's ring from his finger. He hadn't been able to take it off because if he did it would make it official.

Jimin felt his eyes brim with tears and he didn't know why. It felt so nostalgic so he tried to blink them away.

"Here." He quietly told.

"I don't want it. You can keep it or throw it away."

"You gave me mine back. It's only fair if I do the same." Yoongi stated.

"Yours is worth a lot of money and mine isn't worth shit."

"It's worth it to me." Yoongi said.

Jimin's eyes flooded with tears again as he shrugged. He couldn't look at Yoongi so he focused his eyes on the floor. "I don't care. Throw it away."

"Stop being immature." Yoongi said.

This made him look up slightly annoyed, "Me? Immature? You're the one who fucking blocked me on Instagram. And I'm the immature one. Okay."

"I didn't even block you."

"Yes you did! When I looked you up you didn't show up."

"I deleted my Instagram. What was the point of having it either way? You were the only person I followed. I had to get over myself and stop being a fucking weirdo like you said." Yoongi responded a bit bitter.

"I'm leaving bye." He quickly said walking away.

Yoongi felt this heavy pressure on his chest watching him walk away. He wanted nothing more than to stop him and hug him until his arms went numb.

But he couldn't.

He glanced down at the ring on his palm and somehow felt relieved he hadn't taken it back. It was a memory of what he thought they had.

The sad thing was that if Jimin decided to come back tomorrow, the next day, or in two years he would receive him with his arms open because he never stopped caring.