Sunday morning, Yoongi woke up with a pounding headache. Last night was a blur, but he knew for a fact that he had gotten a little too drunk.

With a groan he got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. He gulped down a whole bottle of water and ruffled his hair tiredly.

"What in the world?" He whispered, looking at the note attached on the refrigerator's door.

Ice cream with Jimin tomorrow. PS.His lips are soft

The note was written in Yoongi's handwriting, and he had no memory of writing it.

The dark haired boy quickly fetched his phone from the bedroom and called Jimin's number, praying to God that the beautiful boy would pick up his call.

"Morning." Jimin answered, his voice hoarse.

"Are we really going for ice cream today?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin groaned on the other side of the phone. "Please no. I feel like I'm dying."

"Thank God."

"Are you hungover too?"

"Very."

Jimin laughed a little, the heavenly sound immediately lifting Yoongi's mood a little.

"Ummm, I have a question." Yoongi spoke.

"Yeah?"

"Why and how do I know your lips are soft?"

Jimin was quiet for a small moment.

"What?" He chuckled.

"I'll facetime you and show something." Yoongi said before quickly ending the normal call and then facetiming Jimin.

"This." Yoongi laughed, showing him the post it note that was stuck on the fridge. 

"PS.His lips are soft?" Jimin read the text out loud.

Yoongi switched to the front camera, not caring about the fact that he looked like a complete mess.

"I have no memory of writing that, and no memory of any kind of situation that could lead me to writing that down."

He rubbed his face, trying to not look like a zombie for a moment and then looked at the screen, noticing Jimin's beautiful tired face on it. Yoongi couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"I kind of have a memory of you poking my lips at some point during the night." The blonde spoke.

He couldn't see it, but Yoongi was staring straight at those plumb lips. They really did look extremely soft. He wasn't suprised that drunk Yoongi decided to touch them.

"Oh." Yoongi nodded, a little embarrassed. "Why though?"

"I don't know." Jimin laughed.

They stayed quiet for a small moment and Jimin rolled over in his bed, exposing his bare shoulders to Yoongi.

"Hmph."

"What was that?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi started blushing so he quickly covered his face with his free hand. He had hummed like that because of the thought of Jimin without a shirt on in his bed.

"Nothing."

"Okay, well I want to go back to sleep. See you tomorrow?"

"I have work."

"I know."

They ended the facetime and both went back to sleep, a little happier even though they felt like they were slowly dying.

~

Jimin was in a good mood all Monday as he waited for the clock to hit 4PM so he could go into the convenience store and spend some time with the dark haired, absolutely gorgeous man.

He actually arrived at the store before the cashier himself, and had a good conversation with Namjoon.

"So have you made a move on Yoongi yet?" The almost stranger asked boldly.

Jimin looked at him in shock at first, but recovered quickly. "No."

"Why?"

"I don't want to make him feel pressured or uncomfortable at all. It's not like we've known eachother for that long."

Namjoon nodded. "My boyfriend was like that too, and he never spoke to me about it so I just waited and waited until I couldn't hold myself back anymore."

"He was like what?"

"Like you. He thought I'd be uncomfortable or some shit because it was my first time dating a guy without hiding it at all." He explained. "But your situation might be different."

"I'm confused. Do you think I should make a move or not?"

Namjoon glanced outside, seeing Yoongi almost at the door.

"If you think there's some reason that he might not want to go as fast as you, then don't do it. Some people are so easy to chase away."

"Okay." Jimin nodded.

Namjoon grabbed his jacket and ruffled Jimin's hair brotherly before he headed out. As he exited, Yoongi walked in.

"You're here already."

Jimin nodded.

"Why did you come so early?"

"I don't know."

He knew. He was just excited about seeing the dark haired boy.