"Master Taehyung," Jimin calls, knocking on the art room door of the said man, a tray of food on the other hand. "I brought you your meal."

"Come in~"

With that, Jimin slowly opens the door, entering with the tray. He sets the food down on an empty table, smiling at Taehyung, who was painting something.  Approaching closer, Jimin's heart swells at the happiness exuding from Taehyung, seeing the man do what he loves. He's actually one of the new staff at the house, having worked at another one of the master's houses, so it's one of the very few times he's interacted with the son of the house. But, he's heard a lot of the man, of his kindness, love, and happiness.

"Please eat, Master Taehyung. You haven't eaten since noon, the sun's already setting," Jimin says, sounding concerned.

With surprise, Taehyung swings his head to look out the window, seeing that indeed, the sun's about to set. "So soon?"

A soft laugh escapes Jimin before he bows, "I'll be back soon to collect your tray. Eat well, Master Taehyung."

"Ah, wait! Stay there," Taehyung rushes to say as he runs around to set aside the tools and colors before taking his apron off and washing his hands. Jimin just stands still, watching the man – who, if he remembers right, is the same age as him, but far more fortunate to be born under such a family.

With a sheepish grin, Taehyung asks Jimin to sit down on a chair – the only clean chair in the room – before he gets the tray and sits on the floor, eliciting wide eyes from Jimin, who was about to stand up and offer his seat instead. "Don't, it's more comfortable on the floor. You aren't going to eat?" He asks before he takes a bite of his own.

Blinking, Jimin collects his surprised thoughts before smiling and shaking his head. "I already ate."

A sudden gleam taking over his face, Taehyung nods, then starts to eat, looking like he was thinking as he chews. After his mouth goes empty, he speaks.

"Don't call me Master, please. Just Taehyung is fine," is all he says before taking another bite.

Surprised, Jimin almost splutters, not sure if he's even allowed to follow those orders?

Jimin's discomfort visible, Taehyung smiles at him again. "Don't worry, everyone in this house calls me Taehyung, except my younger siblings, of course! They call me hyung," he adds, the love for his family evident in his eyes.

"Okay... Taehyung. Thank you," says Jimin, voice small and unsure, but if all the other staff call him that, he's allowed to as well, right?

Taehyung's smile brightens, but he doesn't say anything, continuing to eat. "Did Yoojin-noona make this?" he asks. "I thought she went home today."

"Ah... no. I made it. I realized the cook was out, that's why the food wasn't brought to you in time. I apologize," Jimin says, glowering guiltily. He wonders if he'll even get to stay in this job, already messing up within the first month.

"Oh, you did? It's really delicious," Taehyung says, voice muffled with the food in his mouth.

Heart jumping at the compliment, Jimin is quick to smile, shoulders finally going lax. "Thank you."

"Your name is Jimin, right? Park Jimin?" Taehyung suddenly starts.

"Yes." He actually knows my name? Jimin thinks, surprised. He's never directly introduced himself in front of Taehyung, so it's a little odd. I guess... he really does care about everyone here, he thinks, heart already fond.

"Of what year? Wait, you look younger than me, are you sure you shouldn't be calling me hyung?" Taehyung jokes, eyes crinkling with a smile.

Chuckling, Jimin answers. "We're actually the same age. 1995."

Cheeks puffed with food, Taehyung's eyes widen. Then, his expression turns into one of excitement. "Wait—really? Then, you're my friend!"

There's a flutter in his heart that Jimin ignores, admiring the adorable antics of the man. "I don't think that's appropriate considering my work," he says, voice light, not intending any sternness.

Quickly swallowing the food in his mouth, Taehyung pouts, pointing the spoon at Jimin. "That's bullshit. You working here shouldn't make it inappropriate to make friends with me."

"Okay, then, Taehyung. I would love to be friends," he says, giving the man a bright smile, partially saying it to make him happy — the other part pleasantly overwhelmed at the bright personality of Taehyung — even though he knows it's probably not possible in a job like this.

"Good," Taehyung says, huffing before eating the last bits of food left. "So, now that we're friends, what's your favourite food?"

"What?" Jimin blurts out, amazed that he's actually moving forward with it. He'd be more uptight about this, knowing this isn't how he should act, especially around his boss's son. But, a glance at Taehyung's bright eyes with excited curiosity makes him forget.

"I like anything. But, one time... I had really good pay, so I rewarded myself with barbeque, and I dream about how good it tastes each night." This makes Taehyung laugh as he carefully gets up, setting the tray on the table.

"You say you like anything, but that's probably a lie. What don't you like? Be honest." Taehyung, not giving any signal for Jimin to leave, goes back to putting on his apron, turning on the lights as he curtains the windows before sitting back down to paint.

"I..." Jimin has to think. He's never really had the privilege to not like something, having to be happy with whatever he gets. But, he remembers one thing, he would never buy even if it was the last food to exist. With a slight blush, he speaks low, "...I don't like mangos."

"Mangos?" Taehyung repeats, smiling to himself. "That's cute. For me, I love burgers. I could eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner." Then he pouts, the cute view almost making Jimin let out a laugh. "But, it's not healthy."

"Yeah, it isn't. I'm glad you don't have that meal plan," Jimin adds, amused.

Turning to the side to look at Jimin, Taehyung gives him a smile, "Right?" before he goes back to  dipping his brush in paint and talking again. "And? I'm... I'm sure you don't desire to be here, working like this. What's your dream, Jimin?"

"I..." Jimin hadn't been expecting such words. At a loss, he stays silent for a bit. He's never had the chance to even think about what he loves, where he wants to really end up in life. Deep down, he has something he wants to do, but ever since high school, he's never gotten a chance to say it out loud that he wants that, he's never allowed himself to even think of it again.

He sees Taehyung give him a glance, not saying anything before the man goes back to painting.

"You're allowed to dream, you know? It isn't bad to dream, no matter how much you yourself might not think you'll achieve it."

Biting his lip, Jimin feels a sob almost come up his throat, never having heard those words before. He wants to cry, thinking back to high school when he joined clubs, doing what he wanted to, but having to give up due to finance problems with a sudden loss of guardians in life. 

He wants to dream.

But, he's never been allowed to, never thought that it was allowed for him.

"Dancing."

With a hoarse voice, he finally speaks, barely audible.

But, Taehyung seems to have heard it, smiling once again to himself as he continues to paint. "That's amazing. I'm shit at dancing, I'm sure you were amazing. It's obvious what I want to do," he says, laughing at himself.

With glistening eyes, Jimin laughs lightly. "Paint?"

Nodding, Taehyung's bright smile doesn't cease. He smiles a lot, Jimin notes fondly.

"And, what else do you like?"

With that, Jimin ignoring the string tied to his work, the two fall into a long conversation about themselves, enjoying themselves, regardless of Taehyung painting and Jimin idly sitting on the chair.

Around an hour later, Jimin remembers the time, panicking a little, hoping he wasn't late to do some chores.

"Ah, I have to go. Please excuse me," Jimin says, standing up. He gives an apologetic smile to Taehyung's pout, but he has work to do. He picks up the tray, and with a last smile at Taehyung, he leaves.

As he walks down, he feels giddy, heart jumping in his chest.

Even though he knows the friendship can't work out in the end.

The next day, Jimin only sees Taehyung after he comes back from university, hearing the man call him from the dining area. "Jimin?"

Another staff, a cleaner, looks at Jimin, giving him a smile before she goes back to work, washing the dishes. Jimin wonders what's up before he lowers the heat, having to cook today – the chef had fallen sick and wouldn't come in for a few days, so Jimin took up the job.

He leans back to peek out the door. "Yes, Taehyung?"

Taehyung sees him, face lighting up. "Are you busy?"

With a small, amused smile, Jimin answers, "Yeah, I'm cooking for you. Yoojin-noona fell sick."

The bright expression falls, concern overtaking his features. "What happened? Is she okay?" Before Jimin could answer, Taehyung gets his phone out, "Actually, I'll just call her." Then, he gives Jimin another smile, a smaller one. "Come up to the art room once you're done, okay? I want to show you something."

Before he can even nod, Taehyung is dialling a number onto his phone, leaving the dining room. "Yoojin-noona? Are you okay? What happened—" is heard, voice muffled behind walls as it goes further.

Jimin's heart squeezes in his chest at the care Taehyung has. And, for once, he doesn't regret that he works his job, happy to serve a kind soul like him.

With a smile, he goes back to cooking. He's been learning new dishes from Yoojin, dishes he's only seen on television or from outside the window of a restaurant before. And, he doesn't really care for that fact at the moment, all he hopes is that Taehyung likes it.

Once again, he appears in front of the art room, knocking on the door. "I brought your food."

"Come in," he hears before going in, setting the food down wherever he did last time.

Taehyung looks more relieved than earlier, probably having heard from Yoojin that it isn't a big deal.

"You wanted... to show me something?" Jimin quietly asks, unsure if he should actually bring it up.

"Oh, yes! I finished the painting I was working on yesterday. I wanted to show you," Taehyung says, jovially walking over to one of the easels and turning to towards Jimin. "How is it? It was supposed to be sad, but turned out really happy since I was talking to you while making it."

The words squeezes Jimin's heart once again, wanting to cry at both the words and the painting; so beautiful.

Letting out a breath, Jimin looks into Taehyung's eyes – which were boring right into his. "It's beautiful."

It's a scene of a man playing the piano in the middle of a meadow, bright vibrant colours used for the sky and field, exuding a chest constricting form of joy and adoration in the painting itself.

The smile not faltering, Taehyung gives him a 'go on' look. "You can be as expressive as you want."

With a laugh, Jimin says, full sincerity. "You're... really fucking good at painting. It's really really amazing."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, wow, if I had the money, I would buy it, it's really good. I can... feel it."

This seems to make Taehyung happier as he steps away from the painting and goes to the food, and once again before eating it himself, he asks, "Have you eaten?"

Jimin feels a faint flutter in his chest, shaking his head. "I was about to."

"Then, let's go. Let's eat together," Taehyung says, carrying his tray and opening the door.

"Ah, I'll—" Jimin starts, reaching for the tray, feeling bad that Taehyung has to carry it.

"It's okay. I won't drop it," Taehyung says teasingly. Jimin wants to pout, but all he can do is smile as he runs after Taehyung to catch up to him, wondering how someone with so much wealth could be so kind.

They eat together, in the presence of the other workers as well, Taehyung sparking conversations with each and every one of them. Jimin observes with a warm heart, loving how Taehyung remembers the details, how he remembers to care and shows it.

Just as they finish eating, Taehyung receives a call from his father, excusing himself to step outside, letting the others take care of the dishes.

"He's a kind soul, isn't he?" Haeso, one of the cleaners, says, starting the tap to start washing the dishes. "I actually started to enjoy this job after I was put in this house."

Jimin's smile is wide as he joins in helping her out, the other two workers cleaning the table and kitchen area. "I'm starting to feel the same."

She nods, "He seems to have that charm."

Then, Taehyung steps into the kitchen. "Dad says he won't be home today, so just rest after this, okay? Thank you for your hard work," he says, bowing once before he smiles at them. "I'll be going now. If there's any trouble, please call for me, or wake me up."

Then, he looks at Jimin, looking a little apologetic. "I forgot tell you yesterday, sorry. But, thank you for yesterday, too."

Finally, he exits, leaving the four workers in the kitchen with a smile as they do their work.

Not being able to cease his smile as he scrubs the dishes, he wonders out loud jokingly, "He knows that we get paid for this, right?"

Six months pass, and the whole mansion knows that Taehyung and Jimin are bestfriends – regardless of their positions in the house.

Taehyung comes in, shouting Jimin's name saying he won the art competition every two months, and there's Jimin who runs out of the kitchen – apron still on – before he celebrates and cheers for Taehyung, holding his hands as they jump around.

Of course, when Taehyung's father is home – nowadays rarely due to having work out of town – Jimin keeps himself disciplines, stealing grins with Taehyung's here and there.

"Oh, it's six, you should go wake him up, now," Yoojin tells Jimin, having taken a glance at the clock right after leaving something to cook on the stove, leaning against the wall.

"Right," Jimin says, leaving the garlic he was peeling before walking out the kitchen and up the stairs and to Taehyung's room, not bothering to knock – knowing the guy was asleep.

With a mischievous grin, Jimin steps towards the bed, folding one knee on the bed to lean forward towards Taehyung, ignoring the way his heart jumps at the pretty sight of Taehyung's peaceful sleeping face.

He sniffs his fingers, souring his expression before pinching Taehyung's nose and letting near his nostrils, knowing it stunk of garlic.

Taehyung's expression changes, brows furrowing in a scowl before he tries to move his head away, but Jimin giggles, not letting him get away. There's a groan, before he tries to move his head again, scowl deepening. Finally, his eyes flutter, opening a little to look at Jimin's shit-eating grin.

Finally taking proper note of the smell, there's a moan of complaint as he tries to shift even further away, "What the hell is that?" he moans out, wanting to go back to sleep.

But, all Jimin does is laugh before putting his fingers closer, giving him the real stink of his fingers before rubbing it right on the edge and pulling on his nose.

"Ah— Park Jimin!" Taehyung yells, feeling himself finally waking up. Just as the Jimin is about to move away, he pulls on the man's legs, making him fall on the bed, giggles escaping both of them.

"Taehyung! Stop!" Jimin almost screams, tears in his eyes as he laughs but also winces, feeling Taehyung's hands move to his sides, tickling him, knowing his weakness. After a few seconds, the hands stop, letting him rest, still fidgeting.

A few tears escape his eyes, face a little red, from the tickling and the proximity. "You're up, now, right? I'm glad my plan worked," he says cheekily.

Taehyung just looks at him, lying on the side, eyes landing on his tears. "Aren't you going to... wipe your tears?"

With another laugh, Jimin shakes his head. "Garlic, your bed probably smells like it too from my clothes. I'll have to put it in the laundry today."

"Okay," Taehyung says. And, just as Jimin is about to move, having to stand up to go back downstairs, Taehyung reaches for his face. Jolting in surprise, Jimin shuts his eyes, feeling the soft gentle hands wiping the wetness away.

He opens his eyes once the hands leave, heart thudding in his chest as he sees the gentle eyes Taehyung give him.

"O-oh, I'll get going, now. Don't be late," Jimin stammers out before he's scurrying out and down, scolding himself for reacting in such a way.

He really can't afford something like this. What they have, the friendship is a privilege in itself.

He's just one of the butler staffs of the mansion, and a friend to Taehyung.

Nothing else.

But, when his stay almost reaches a year, Jimin's the only one awake at one in the morning, watching something on his phone, he receives a text message.

Taehyung? Jimin thinks, surprised. Opening the notification, he wonders what the guy's doing up so late.

Taehyung: why r u still awake

Hm? How does he know? Their rooms are on the other ends of the mansion.

Taehyung: ur door's open, I can hear zoro's 'oni giri' from the main hallway

Oh... Jimin realizes he hadn't closed the door all the way, glancing at it from his bed, shining his light towards it. Then, he slumps back on his bed, texting Taehyung back.

Sent: why're you awake?
Sent: you okay?

There's no response for a full minute, Jimin just waiting for the typing... to show up.

Taehyung: can i come in?

Now, really wondering what was wrong, Jimin frowns, typing back an 'of course' before he waits.

It takes a few seconds for him to hear the door open, then soon shut close.

"Taehyung-ah?" he calls, watching the figure in the dark come closer, recognizing Taehyung's silhouette.

He sits on the edge of the bed, and Jimin turns on the flashlight of the phone, leaving it to the side to illuminate the room. His heart shatters at the red eyes he sees, wet with tears and lips curved down.

Instinctively, Jimin wraps his arms around Taehyung's shoulders, pulling him closer. "What's wrong?" he whispers. The other butler staff had a home day today, so the two were the only ones in the room.

He feels more tears wetting his shoulder fabric, and wants to panic, but he wants to comfort Taehyung, comfort him like he's comforting by the mere presence of Taehyung.

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay," he whispers, gently rubbing Taehyung's back, softly combing through his hair.

He reaches for his phone with one hand, turning off the light as he scoots back on the bed, not letting go from the embrace.

"Let's go to sleep, yeah?" Jimin offers, and he feels Taehyung nod into his shoulder, going slump, signalling Jimin to move him.

With soft touches, Jimin lies them both down, arms still around him, muttering words of comfort into his hair.

It takes a few minutes, but Taehyung's tears finally stop, letting Jimin breathe out a sigh of relief, not stopping his soft and gentle rubs on the back.

He feels slumber creep up on him, comforted by the warmth exuded by Taehyung.

And, just as he's a hair away from being asleep, he hears a whisper, unsure if it's a dream or not.

"I love you, Jimin-ah."

Their relationship makes no official title changes from there, although both are aware of their feelings, even though they're left not fully said.

"Jimin-ah! I got barbeque for you! Your favourite!" Once again, it was those days where it was only Jimin at the mansion, having no real home to go back to. It was just morning, and everyone was probably still commuting to get to the mansion, having a day off the day before. He grins cheekily as he sets the food down on the dining table, "Don't tell the others I got this for you."

"Knowing you, they probably won't mind. You've done more than enough for us," Jimin says with a smile, wiping his hands with a towel – having just cleaned the kitchen from making one of Taehyung's younger brother food. Both of his younger siblings stayed at the dormitory, the school a little further away. But, they visit sometimes, although they're a little colder than their brother.

He peeks into the bag with sparkling eyes. "You really... got barbeque? For me? How do you still remember that it's my favourite?"

There's just a knowing smile on Taehyung's lips before he gestures Jimin to go ahead. "I want to watch you eat it."

"How romantic," Jimin snorts, but you can tell he's grateful, grateful for the entire world that Taehyung has given him.

As he takes out the box from the bag, his eyes widen, then he gives Taehyung a look. "You could literally get good barbeque from Juseon's, but you got it from somewhere expensive? You rich kids..." he mutters, but once again, there's a soft smile on his face, happy that he did it for him.

"You're worth it," is all Taehyung says, watching Jimin's eyes twinkle in happiness as he opens the box to see deliciousness. His heart soars at the happiness that radiates off Jimin when he reaches for a fork form the centre-piece, wanting to see him be happy like this every day, wanting to give him happiness every day.

But, instead of putting it in his mouth, he actually looks up at Taehyung, eyes meeting his, happiness worth the universe in them as he extends the fork towards Taehyung's mouth. "Say ah."

Pouting, Taehyung sours his face at Jimin, but takes the bite anyway, "I brought it for you," he says, munching cutely on the meat. "Why're you feeding it to me?"

"I can't help but want to take care of you first," Jimin says, finally digging in, moaning from how good it tastes.

"Jimin," Taehyung starts, leaning on his hand, supported by his elbow. He looks at Jimin with heart eyes.

"Hm?" Jimin hums, looking up with cheeks full from food.

I love you, he wants to say, but a call rings from Taehyung's pocket.

Getting it out, he sighs. "It's Dad. I'll be right back, okay? Enjoy your food, finish before the others get here."

Nodding, Jimin gives Taehyung a peace sign, the smile in his eyes absolutely adorable.

Stepping out of the dining room, Taehyung answers the call, wondering what in the world his father wanted now.

"You... want me to meet you at the hotel you're at? Why don't you come home? You're... never home anymore. Even Mom has stopped coming by because of how you aren't here," Taehyung wants to get angry, but he knows his father's busy, and mother has to be away to be nearby his siblings, just in case something happens. It's usually only Taehyung, has been only Taehyung, for the past year or so to be properly living in the mansion.

"It's something important. You're finishing university soon, right? I've been holding it off long enough."

He wants to say no, but he stops himself. Letting out a breath, he gives in. "Alright. I'll be there. Give me an hour."

"Half an hour."

Scrunching his nose, Taehyung wonders why he needs to go there when his father can just come here if it's that close by.

"Alright."

"Okay, then."

And, the line runs dead.

He goes back into the dining room, seeing Jimin cry as he eats the barbeque. Panicked, he runs over, crouching down a little to meet eye level, rubbing the tears away from his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong? Why're you crying? Please don't cry, I don't want to see you sad." He blurts them out so fast, it's almost hard to understand, sounding like he's about to cry himself.

Jimin shakes his head, swallows the food in his mouth before he speaks. "I'm not sad. I'm just... so happy," he says, tears escaping again. "Thank you, Taehyung, thank you for everything.  You're... a really beautiful human being."

Then, a soft smile appears on Taehyung's lips, still gently cupping Jimin's face. He wants a future with this man. Even if they can't get married, he wants to paint and stay by his side, help him fulfil his dream of dancing, stay with him until they grow old, even if society will just deem them as friends, which they are too, they're friends.

They're friends, and more.

But, he's got to deal with his father first.

"I have to go meet Dad. I'll be back soon, okay?"

Jimin nods, sniffling as he bites another piece of barbeque.

Taehyung leans forward to press a kiss on Jimin's forehead, giving him one last smile before he stands up straight and makes his way out.

"No! Fuck no!"

Taehyung's father seems unfazed at the outburst, just giving him a sad look.

"You know Taejin and Taeyeon can't do it. They're too young, and you're the eldest son, the real heir."

Anger bursting through every vein, Taehyung gives his father the darkest glare. "What part of I'm asexual don't you understand!?"

"You know it's just a phase... I didn't think you'd be adamant about it until now. You said you'd be happy with whomever," his father adds, sounding too unapologetic.

Letting out a big breath, Taehyung's glare doesn't fade even the slightest. "Yeah, but I meant without the sex part. You want a fucking grandkid. I told you I can't give you one. Why're you forcing a marriage on me right now? I thought we were on an agreement."

"You could do a test-tube baby if you have it that bad. And, besides, you're just angry. I'll leave for a moment, please think about it before arriving at your decision."

With that, his father just leaves the room, letting Taehyung alone with his thoughts.

Marriage? What the fuck, Dad? What the fuck?! He thinks hopelessly, angry beyond belief. He thought his father understood when he came out as asexual a year into college, when his father said 'okay, we understand' and when they let him be, do what he wants with his life, no more questions about girls to bring home asked his way.

Then, he remembers home. Jimin.

Jimin.

"Fuck!" he yells, shoving whatever was on top of the table onto the floor, not giving a fuck if it was his father's. Soon enough, his anger subsides, and he starts crying, tears spilling so easily at the thought of leaving Jimin.

"I don't want to," he mutters to himself, holding back a sob, not wanting his father to hear. I want to see him become a dancer, be happy.

Soon enough, his anger calms down and he's thinking clearly. And, he knows what he has to do. He knows he can't just leave his family, no matter how much he wants to. He knows Taejin and Taeyeon aren't ready, aren't the ones who've been raised their life of being the technical heir to the company, it was him who had to do a double major.

But, what he has to do never has coincided with what he wants to do.

And, he knows fate hates him.

So, when his father comes in, the old sees the red and wet eyes, but doesn't comment. He also sees the look of someone who has given up.

"You realize this has forever ruined us," Taehyung calmly says, eyes still stern towards his father.

"I realize. But, you'll come around."

And, God, he wonders why his heart still loves this man who he calls his father. The frustration of your father still not trusting your wishes and beliefs because you're too young, even after turning twenty-two is fucking annoying.

But, he knows how weak he really is, how he's the weakest person in the universe despite people thinking otherwise. He knows how he's painfully turning his back to his precious Jiminie. So, with all strength he has left, he raises a finger.

"In one condition."

Jimin hears the door open, and rushes out to greet Taehyung happily, having waiting for quite a while. But, the man doesn't meet his eyes, not having even waited to talk like he usually does, already walking up the stairs and to his room, feeling colder than normal.

"Taehyung...?" he mutters, wondering what's wrong. He's about to head upstairs, wanting to comfort him, do anything to see that beautiful smile again.

"Oh, you must be Park Jimin?" a new voice says behind him.

Turning around, Jimin faces a familiar face, one he hasn't seen in a while. The head butler from the other house of Taehyung's father.

"Yes? Is Taehyung okay?"

"He... will be fine. May I have a word with you?" he says, sounding more polite than he did before, when Jimin was still under him.

"Yeah, that's fine. What is it?" he asks, a little impatient. He wants to go and see Taehyung already.

"From today, you will not be working here."

Jimin freezes. He clears his throat, leaning his forward slightly, unsure if he heard right. "Come again?"

The man nods. "You don't have to work here anymore. On behalf of Master Taehyung's requests, you are given a chance to give auditions in entertainment companies as a dancer. And, if that doesn't work out, he has given you the availability of getting classes for a while before another chance to audition. And, if that doesn't work out, we will provide any form of help for you to find a good job that includes dancing."

Now, Jimin's really unsure if he's hearing right? What the fuck? He hasn't danced properly in years, only started once Taehyung inspired him to again.

"I..." he starts, not even knowing how to process this.

"I understand this is overwhelming, but we have prepared a separate apartment for you as well. You will not live here anymore. It is preferred if we move, now."

"What? What the hell is going on? Why... are you doing all this?" Jimin asks, eyes wide, wondering if he was dreaming.

The man has an unreadable look on his face. "It's all per Master Taehyung's request."

Taehyung? But, why? He doesn't want to assume, so he bows, excusing himself to actually head upstairs, wanting to see Taehyung.

But, the butler stops him, soft hand on his shoulder, making Jimin turn around once again, with questioning eyes.

"He... has requested not to see you."

"What? What is going on? Why?" Jimin asks, but the butler can't answer, just leading him to his room to pack up and leave.

His questions remain unanswered for years, having cried for the first two months, then wondering for the next three, and accepting that it was never meant to be for the next four, but heart still aching for the next five.

It's only six more years later that he gets his answers.

"Ah, hyung, no, not—" there's a loud laugh from Jimin as he watches Yoongi throw in a bunch of bananas into the cart. Taking it off and putting it back on the shelf, he gives Yoongi an amused smile. "We have some at home already."

A teasing smile appears on Yoongi's lips as he asks, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Jimin says giggling as he pushes the cart forward to another aisle. "We ran out of coffee though. Your attitude sucks in the morning, even worse than your breath, when you don't have your coffee."

Yoongi steps close, his lips in a soft smile. "But, you love me for it, anyway."

"That, I do," Jimin answers, teasingly making his words sound like it was a mistake. Then, he looks at all the brands of coffee. "Which one do you want?"

"That one, they didn't have it last time. I miss it," Yoongi says, sounding like a child, even in his thirties, as he points to it.

He's about to reach up to get the one Yoongi cutely asked for, heart swelling at how adorable he is.

"Jimin?"

Halfway, Jimin freezes, almost stumbling forward into the aisle, recognizing the voice. He turns to look, to see the face he's seen on newspapers countless of times, from being one of the biggest contemporary artists as well as the heir to one of the biggest companies in the country. And, also a face of someone who still occupies a certain part of his heart.

"Taehyung." Naturally, he looks older, a little more aged look on his skin. But, he still looks familiar. Although, the shine in his eyes that he used to have, seems to have died a little.

"Oh," Yoongi mutters next to him, also recognizing who it is. Jimin's talked to him about the man before, having met when he was still recovering, so he knows exactly who it is. But, instead of jealously trying to pull him away, he whispers to Jimin. "D'you want me to go for a while?" Since he knows the terms the two parted on.

Jimin looks at Yoongi, shaking his head. "It's okay, please stay." He links his hands with Yoongi's, eliciting a soft smile from the man before he nods.

Taehyung can see it. And, the sight doesn't sadden him, instead he smiles, happy that Jimin found someone.

"I'm happy for you, Jimin. You've been doing well, yeah?"

"Yeah," Jimin answers, suddenly not knowing how to get everything he wanted to get out before.

But, if there's anything he has to say to Taehyung, there is one thing.

Wanting to cry, Jimin's lips quiver a little, eyes already glistening. He bows, letting his hands slip away from Yoongi's. "Thank you. Really thank you, for everything. Your love, your kindness. You... really are a very very beautiful soul."

He doesn't even want to know why anymore, having moved on after so many years. But, without asking, there appears a figure behind Taehyung's legs.

"Appa! There you are! Can we get this, please? Eomma said no, but I know you'll say yes!" A little kid, looking about the age of four looks up at Taehyung with pleading eyes.

Jimin, straightening up, hand going back to Yoongi's, just watches as Taehyung crouches down with a bright smile. He boops the little one's nose. "Hmm, but there must be a reason why eomma said no, right? I can't say yes if she said no, Min-ah."

Heart melting at the sight, Jimin smiles, his tears suddenly returning to his eyes, welling up but not falling.

"Aigoo, Taemin, that's where you are. Oh, you found appa. Taehyung-ah, we have to check out our stuff, let's go?" A woman appears with a basket in her hand. She gives Taehyung a cheeky smile before extending out the basket. "You're gonna hold this, though."

With a laugh, Taehyung accepts the basket, and gives a last glance at Jimin. Before he goes, he asks, "You... got my gift, right? Five years ago?"

Jimin remembers the painting he received, the beautiful painting of a male dancer, dancing in the middle of a vibrant meadow under the bright blue sky.

"Yeah... I got it." It's up in their living room, having opening the package they got a few days after a surprising news that he wouldn't be selling or putting it in an exhibition.

"I'm glad. Well, I have to go. Goodbye, Jimin."  Taehyung looks at him with proud eyes, nodding a last greeting before he starts to walk off with his family, gesturing his son to put whatever he had brought back on the shelf.

Jimin smiles at the man, amazed at how he got to meet such a beautiful soul in his life.

Thank you, once again, Taehyung.
Goodbye.