With a small happy hum, Jimin feels like he is finally blessed with heaven on earth when he finds his trusty bench again– the one under shade.

Still feeling as if he is suffocating by every breath he takes, he hears someone come by and sit next to him after a few minutes.

Turning his head, he sees the same guy from the day before– the one with pink hair, he'd previously forgotten to properly take note of. The man is looking straight ahead so Jimin turns his head to look straight ahead too.

"Sorry about yesterday... For running off like that. It's just... you're the first person I've told... I actually realized it around a year ago..."

Jimin wants to assure it's totally fine and he isn't against it at all, he had a few gay friends back in Busan of his own.

"Right. You aren't allowed to talk. Well, at least you're listening, right?"

A small grin on his face, which is hidden by the costume, Jimin nods, giving the man a heart shape from his hands.

"Aigoo, you're so cute. I wonder who's inside," he wonders out loud, a fond smile on his lips. When he doesn't see Jimin react, his eyes widen and he holds up his hands in surrender. "Ah! If you're a boy, I'm sorry, I don't mean it like that! I'm really sorry!"

Not being able to resist, Jimin starts laughing, his voice muffled. Ignoring the heat produced from his giggly breaths, he just continues laughing.

The guy looks at him with surprise. "Are you a girl?"

Then, Jimin shakes his head, neck starting to ache slightly because of the head's heaviness.

Then, the man seems even more surprised. "You're a boy? No way, you're voice sounded too feminine. You're lying. It's because you want me to like you, isn't it?" He jokes, his voice full of playfulness. It actually makes Jimin laugh even harder than before making the stranger smile in delight.

"But, really, though. Are you actually a boy?" Jimin nods at the question, finally controlling his laughter, almost regretting it when he feels his face start sweating because of the heat. "Unbelievable. You're really cute, even your voice is cute. Ah– what am I even saying? It's because you have Kumamon's face I'm talking to you so light-heartedly like this."

Jimin wonders what that means, but doesn't have to anymore when the guy actually starts explaining. "I'm usually very cold to people and stay reserved. Even my closest friends say I have a heart of ice," he sighs.

Not knowing what to do, Jimin just resorts to gently patting the man on the back of his shoulder before flashing him a heart made from his hands. It's all he can do, really.

He can feel himself smiling– despite the heat inside the costume– when he sees the blurred face of the man laughing. "Thank you."

Then, Jimin hears a ring of a phone. He sees Yoongi fish out his phone from his back pocket before answering. "Hello– no– hello?"

There is a long pause with a very soft muffled voice from the other line reaching Jimin's ears.

"Okay, I'm not coming, today. I have to fix the beat for Misaki–" there is a small pause, once again, "Misami, yeah, her."

After a long pause, he speaks again even though his intonation was slightly off, "Well, tell them that I'm not coming. I'm the main producer here, and if they can't respect that I need time to do more than one songs, then I don't fucking care. Tell them– Min Yoongi isn't attending the damn meeting today. Thanks." An exasperated breath leaving his lips, Yoongi ends the call. In a fury of frustration from the call, he shoves his phone back inside his pocket. Then, he remembers about the Kumamon mascot.

"Sorry about that– it's just that–" taking a deep breath, he continues, "People can't understand that money isn't more important than a human's health."

Again, Jimin wonders– he is wondering a lot these days, all due to Yoongi– what the guy, whose name is apparently Min Yoongi, has been through to say a statement like that with a certain yet sad expression.

He sees Yoongi raise his arm to check his wristwatch before letting out a heavy sigh. "I have to be on my way home. It was nice talking to you again. See you."

Albeit it being unclear, Jimin watches the back of Yoongi's head as he leaves, the pink hair leaving an impression on Jimin's brain somehow.

He wonders– yet again– if he will see Yoongi the next day.