Yoongi was absolutely drowning in a sea of nervous feelings. Mainly because he has to walk up to his door and knock, unlike the times he met him in the center of the lively meadow or the times he interrupted his majestic dancing.

And at first, Yoongi thought everything was going to go well, he heard from Seokjin that staying positive influences your future or something like that, and Jin has never been wrong about that kind of shit.

So Yoongi stayed positive.

Well, until he was at the front door of Jimin's little cabin. That's when his palms got sweaty and his brain started regretting.

What if this is the wrong house?

How the fuck could this be the wrong house?

What if he is changing or something? I probably should wait until he comes ou-

Giggling, the sweet sound of Jimin's laughter filled Yoongi's ears, and he finally knocked softly at first, harder the next, letting out a huge sigh when Jimin opened it.

His breath completely disappeared. He lost it somewhere with his voice because he was breathless and he didn't know what to say as the entire being named Jimin stepped into view.

He had damp, darker hair, and he had on a dress.

Yoongi always thought cross dressers were kind of weird.

Until now.

Because Jimin looked amazing in the dress he is wearing. It was a blue flowy dress and Yoongi had the need to see him dance in it.

"Yoongi? Are you okay?" Jimin managed to say, hopping closer to Yoongi with his injured foot.

"The real question is, are you okay? Here, let me help." And with that, Yoongi took the dancer into his arms, bridal style, and carried him over to the bed.

"I'm only hopping because I got a splinter, it's nothing serious." The dancer protested, and Yoongi bent down to look at the bottom of his foot.

With a couple tries and Jimin wincing occasionally, Yoongi managed to get the splinter out. "Do you need a band-aid?"

"What's a band-aid?" That left Yoongi speechless.

How could you not know what a band-aid is?

Instead of explaining it, he headed to his car, taking out the small box in the compartment, and walking back to the house.

He showed Jimin what they were and how to use them, and the dancer was utterly amazed. Yoongi liked that look on his face. "Here, you can keep these then." And he handed him the rest of the box.

"Really? Thank you hyung!" He jumped up and hugged Yoongi, almost making him lose his balance and topple over.

"No problem, OH SHI-" Jimin was frightened when Yoongi ran out of his house, and the dancer followed him out of curiosity.

The problem came into view as a tray was revealed out of Yoongi's car, and on it was a messy splur of multicolored liquids.

"What is that?"

"That's the icecream. It melted. Perfect." He let out a sigh, heading to the parking lot's trashcan to throw it away.

"Hyung?"

"Yes Jimin?"

"C-can we get more?"

"Of course. I will have to drive back to the ice cream parlor, sorry about this, I'll make it up to you."

"Hyung?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I go with you?"