Jimin rubbed his temples slowly trying to ease the thumping headache. He had already taken some analgesics for the pain. It just wasn't working yet.

He had barely ate breakfast because his stomach was still so unsteady. It had been a while since he had such a bad hangover. The last time he drunk was when working at the bar exactly three months ago.

This was a horrible reminder of why not to get wasted. It was fun at first, but the aftermath was brutal. The nausea didn't leave his stomach for a second. Constantly, he had to keep gulping down the vomit that was threatening to come out.

"I can take over now." Yoongi announced walking in. He had taken a quick break to shower and change clothes. Sleeping wasn't a necessity at the moment.

Jimin immediately froze and looked up. He hadn't seen him when waking up this morning. Sehun was at his door by the time he walked out of breakfast. So he figured it was his day off. However, here he was perfect and punctual like always.

His mind starting circling wondering if the talk with Yoongi had really occurred. Or was he just that drunk that it was all a hallucination? Did he truly hug him and cry? Tell him everything about Yuta? Did he really take him to bed and say those sweet things?

Sehun rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Yeah. How do you enjoy babysitting?" He smirked keeping a quiet voice when he was right in front of him.

"I don't have time for this shit. Move it. You have other things to do."

"I'll have you know that since you're here babysitting I've been getting more opportunities. Thank you for watching the bosses slut."

Yoongi had always kept his cool around Sehun despite all the shit talking. However, hearing him talk bad about Jimin was something he could not tolerate. All he wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

His hand moved so fast to his collar harshly pulling him in. Although Sehun did not want to be faced by this, there was a slight sign of fear flashing through his eyes.

"Say that again and I will cut off your tongue and make you eat it." He quietly growled.

He quickly recomposed himself and pushed him away. "It was just a joke. Fucks sake." He murmured adjusting his collar. The shirt had been pulled so tightly that his neck had a red mark around it.

"Don't fucking joke around. Leave."

Sehun sighed exiting without excusing himself. Jimin had been trying to figure out what their argument was about. Once Yoongi approached him he held his breath unable to keep his nerves down.

Now he would definitely puke.

The blood rushed to his face reddening his cheeks. "Good morning dog." He commented avoiding eye contact. He tried to sound normal, but his voice was quiet and timid.

"Brat." Yoongi responded his heart pulsating against his rib cage. He kept starting at him waiting to meet eyes. Jimin never looked up.

Yoongi smirked leaning over him. Jimin's breath hitched finally looking up. Their faces were so close. Inches away. His soft breath was blowing lightly against his cheek.

"Why so shy today brat?"

"Who's—who's being shy? Stupid dog." He asked looking back down. It was impossible to maintain eye contact without melting into a puddle right then and there.

"You are. Didn't you want me to be stay as your guard?"

"Yes."

"Then? Why so shy? You're never this quiet."

Jimin's underarms started sweating. At this rate his blushing would never stop. In the end, he got up stepping away from him.

Distance was what he needed to cool down.

"Stupid dog. You're making me nervous with your stupid glare." He accused childishly.

Yoongi chuckled straightening up. He suddenly stopped once he caught a glimpse of the camera. Dammit. It was getting harder to keep to himself without being cautious of the recordings.

"I'm only messing. You need finish your breakfast." He stated getting back to his usual spot. Both hands behind his back and serious face.

"I'm done. I still feel sick. Can you take me out for a walk?"

Yoongi would've usually opposed, but he knew Jimin was severely hungover. His face was still a bit pale and the queasiness was obvious.

"A walk to where?"

"There's some woods behind the house. Take me there." He demanded his voice carrying a childish defiance.

"You? In the woods?" He questioned almost laughing.

"I'm a nature person." He declared slightly offended.

"Yeah. Okay."

Jimin walked over to him. He stood beside him ultimately looking him in the eyes. His arms were crossed over his chest. At first he wanted to be stern with his voice, but in the end it was soft and gentle.

"Please take me."

Yoongi gulped down ignoring the twisted idea that his brain was making with that statement. He nodded breaking away from his glare.

"Fine. Let's go."

"Aren't I suppose to walk in front?" Jimin questioned when he started walking beside him.

"It's fine. I can still take you down if I need to." He teased.

Jimin smiled. This was a small victory. It's the nicest Yoongi had been towards him. It made his body all warm and jittery. Or maybe it was the hungover.

"Tch, why're you smiling?"

"Nothing. Nothing."

The walk to the woods was quiet. It was a particularly chilly day. The sky was still cloudy and grass wet from the previous storm. The leaves were all falling from the trees leaving a trace of colorful orange on the ground.

There was signs of "private property" on some of the trees. Jimin could only assume it belong to Taehyung otherwise they wouldn't be here.

Jimin looked around the pretty tall trees. He stopped in a spot and examined the surroundings. He kneeled down feeling the ground. This specific spot was almost dry and not too damped.

Yoongi looked at him confused as he laid on the ground with his arms and legs spread open. The disapproval of him laying down was quite evident.

"You're going to get sick brat. Get up."

"I want to cloud watch." He stated with the cheesiest grin.

Yoongi stared above him noticing that the trees didn't cover the sky. It was too cloudy to cloud watch, but it seemed to make him happy.

"Come lay with me."

"I cannot do that." He quietly replied.

Jimin sighed disappointedly, "I know. Doesn't hurt to ask though, right?"

"Right." He said as he observed him watching the cloudy sky.

"Look! That looks like a jar of mayonnaise!" He squealed excitingly pointing up.

Yoongi tried to make out the figure furrowing his eyebrows. "It looks like a big blob to me." He commented.

"Dog, you have to use your imagination."

"Out of all the things in the world you picture a jar of mayonnaise?"

"Of course. I love mayonnaise."

"Sheesh."

Jimin grabbed Yoongi's ankle wrapping his hand around it. The simple touch sent electricity through his veins.

"Dog?"

"Hmm?" He stated unable to make words at the moment.

"Did I—did I hug you last night? Or was it all a dream?"

"You hugged me."

"Did I also tell you about him?" He muttered.

"Yes."

"Oh."

"I understand so much now."

"Like what?"

"Why you're the way you are. The lifestyle you're living is not easy. I'm sorry for judging you before."

Jimin snuggled his face closer to his leg seeking his warmth again. "Can you tell me about you? I don't want to get sad again."

"What do you want to know?" He questioned.

"How old are you? Like forty?" He snickered mischievously trying to lighten up the mood."

"Tch, I'm not that old brat. I'm thirty-two."

"Wow. That's basically forty." He chuckled.

Yoongi smiled. Hearing his laugh was like seeing the sun shine for the first time. It was like listening to your favorite song on repeat.

"You're getting closer there yourself."

"When's your birthday?"

"March 9th."

"March 9th. I like that day. I have to write it down on my calendar. Have to celebrate the day my dog was born."

"Of course."

"Do you have siblings?"

"No. Only child. Well, my father abandoned us so it was always my mom and I. Maybe there's some siblings around the world that I don't know of."

"I'm an only child too. Fuck them both. Our dads I mean."

Yoongi scoffed. Jimin looked up at him. The lingering question he had been wanting to ask was harder to say out loud. It was better thinking about it. 

"One more question."

"What is it?"

"Is that pretty girl your girlfriend?" His face turned a soft pink. Why was he so nervous to ask that? And why was he dreading hearing the answer?

"No. She's my moms nurse. She worked here with Jin and when my mom grew sick Taehyung's dad hired her to take care of her."

"Oh. I—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a touchy subject."

"No worries. My mom is fine. She mainly needs company. I don't get to see her often."

"Yeah. I get it. I haven't seen my mom in years."

"It's going to be okay. You'll be okay." Yoongi reassured.

"Please don't leave me." He murmured afraid that his response wouldn't be what he wanted to hear. His voice was so needy it was honestly humiliating.

Yoongi slowly squatted down to the ground close to him. Jimin watched him attentively waiting to see what would happened.

The chaos seemed to drift away when having him this close. As Yoongi's eyes looked into Jimin's, he felt like he was finally seen.

He gently patted the top of his head, "I won't leave you brat. I promise."

Jimin smiled as the tears started to brim his eyes. This whole time it felt like inside his heart there was a huge thunderstorm. It never gave him a break.

And finally, the storm was coming to an end.