"Did you see his face when you left him that tip? He couldn't believe it."

"You're suppose to always tip good. Some people don't realize the tip is the majority of their pay check."

"You seem quite defensive about it." Jimin said reaching over to touch a tree branch. It shed some petals making him smile. "Look it looks like it's snowing!" He added enthusiastically.

"Yeah it does." Yoongi quietly responded. He observed him for a few seconds until Jimin stopped shaking the branch and looked in his direction.

"I'm actually defensive about it because I used to work as a waiter. It pissed me off when people would leave me shitty tips or no tip at all." He told hoping Jimin hadn't noticed him staring.

"Ahh. That's why you stacked up the plates in the center of the table huh? You don't even do that at the house."

"It's a different story in my house."

"True. Ooh. Can we go in that store?" He asked pointing to it.

"Damn. You're expensive."

"Yes. You know it."

"I feel like your sugar daddy or something." He mumbled following him behind.

Jimin opened up the door and hummed, "Hmm. No. You are not sugar daddy material."

"What? I'm fucking rich and I give lots of sugars!"

"Right. About that, has anyone ever told you your sugars are a bit salty?"

"Fuck off. I'm leaving—"

"Calm down now. I'm only kidding. Stay and be my fake sugar daddy. Buy me clothes please."

Yoongi looked down at his hand and swallowed down nervously. It wasn't often that Jimin touched him.

So when he did it made him all jittery.

"Alright. Pick your clothes quick. It's getting late."

"The night is young. Why're you such in a hurry?" He ask letting go and turning around.

Yoongi put his hand over his forearm and quickly approached him. "Easy for you to say. You don't depend on sleep like I do. It feels like shit when you don't get a good rest. And I have to work tomorrow."

"Blah, blah, blah. All you do is talk about work. Let go of it for a day."

"I can't let go of that. It's what I do for a living."

"But you're too invested into it. There's other things besides work you know? What did you do before you started working there?"

Yoongi sighed rubbing the back of his neck. A lot of things came to mind. They were simply too painful to talk about.

Jimin noted the change of mood immediately. The way Yoongi's expression dropped in pure sadness was noticeable. So he changed the topic.

"Look. How about this?" He asked holding up a yellow button up shirt.

"Ehh. Looks yellowish."

"It is yellow."

"I'm not a big fan. It's such a queasy annoying color."

Jimin scoffed, "I like it."

"Exactly."

"You're going to end up liking yellow." He said giving him a look.

"Uh huh. Whatever."

Jimin shrugged turning to the right. Yoongi then took the time to study his side profile which was literally impeccable.

His jaw was very sharp and defined. His shoulders strong and bold as well as his chest.

"Ooh! Look at these!" He beamed interrupting Yoongi's thoughts.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Those are cool."

"They have holes like the ones you humans wear."

"You might want to speak lower. Do you honestly want everyone here to know about you?"

Jimin looked around and then leaned over towards him. "Yoongi look at me," he whispered.

"Uh huh?" He answered intrigued.

"I don't care what they think."

Yoongi frowned stepping back. "I dOn'T cArE—"

"What do you think of this shirt you rude hood rat?"

Yoongi tapped his chin staring at the purple velvety piece of clothing. "Mmm...looks okay. Your taste is getting better."

"With these jeans?" He added holding up a pair of blue jeans.

"Gross. I take it back. No those two do not look good together."

"I'm trying it on either way."

"Then why did you ask?"

"To disagree with you. Duh." He smirked. Yoongi mumbled under his breath and Jimin faced him.

"Did you know my hearing is very good?" He asked.

Yoongi cleared his throat. Making direct eye contact with a serious Jimin was beyond intimidating.

"I'm aware."

"Why's your heart rate going up?"

"It's not." He lied, but he could feel the sweat under his arms build up. His knees were getting weak by the second.

"You're lying. It just got higher. Tell me mortal, do I make you nervous?"

"F-fuck no. Are you going to try those on or not? I don't have the whole night." He said crossing his arms over his chest and looking away.

Jimin smiled satisfied. The effect he had on him was pretty evident. They kept moving until they found the dressing room.

"Do you want to come in with me?"

"No. I'm okay. You can just step out so I look at you."

"You can help me get dressed. Plus, I actually wore boxers today."

A person going he overheard this and gave them both a look. "Shhh. Quiet." Yoongi murmured.

"Are you coming with me or not?"

"Nope." He said still avoiding his look.

Jimin huffed looking at the dressing room. "You better be out here when I walk out." He warned.

"I will." Yoongi responded.

When Jimin walked in the dressing room he finally felt like he could relax. He didn't even notice how tense he had been the whole time.

Why was he suddenly feeling so weird around him?

And why did the guilt get worse by the day?

He was scared to let go.

So scared.

The love he experienced with his past lover was the most beautiful emotion he has ever felt.

To let go of something so beautiful did not sound like happiness to him. It was tragic.

Jimin got dressed with the first outfit and walked outside. He had tucked in the yellow shirt and left a button opened.

The black ripped jeans hugged his body so perfectly it nearly made Yoongi's heart drop.

"So?" He asked.

Yoongi dug his fingernails into his own palm. Until now he hadn't actually looked at Jimin in a lusty way.

But at the moment it was inevitable.

He looked so breathtakingly gorgeous. Like straight out of a movie scene. The warmness in his stomach expanded until he felt it creep up his face.

"Hello?" Jimin asked confused.

"It looks...good."

"I told you you'd like yellow." He smiled.

"No. It's still ugly."

"Yeah right. Hey, can you help me unbutton these?"

"Umm..." he sighed anxiously.

"They're really hard to undo."

Hard.

Oh what a wrong choice of word Jimin.

"Uhh...just do it."

"Help!" He demanded stomping his foot.

Yoongi groaned quietly and reached down to his crotch area. The whole action seemed sinful in his mind.

Yet again, a person going by stared for a brief second. He immediately pulled away paranoid. "It's not what it looks like." He said.

"Are you going to continue?" Jimin wondered.

"No. Jimin. It looks super weird doing this in public."

"Come to my dressing room then."

"No. No. We're-no, no, okay?"

"I really need help."

Yoongi took a deep breath and reached down again. His fingers were so shaky it seemed like he had forgotten how to unbutton jeans.

"Did you know that I get erections too? And that they feel pretty normal. Nothing unusual about it."

Yoongi froze and looked up. The deep red shade on his face intensified. "Why-why would you say that?"

"Because your hand brushed against my crotch. It just reminded me of it. Like I mentioned before I haven't developed sexual desire so you're good. Keep rubbing. Nothing will happen."

"Alright. I-I'm done." He mumbled stepping back. "I need to go pee." He then said. He needed to get away now. The awkwardness was painful.

"I haven't tried on the other outfit for you."

"I'm sure it looks fine. I'll meet you at the cash register."

Jimin groaned, "Fine." He stomped back to the fitting room. Good thing Yoongi had helped him unbutton the jeans.

As he was slipping them off he heard a familiar voice. He couldn't remember the face, but he knew he had heard it before.

"So what's your point?" He asked annoyed. He only sighed once the rambling on the phone started again.

"Listen to me, I was very clear I only wanted to fuck. It's not my fault you caught feelings." He chuckled.

Jimin raised both eyebrows a little surprised. He understood what the guy meant. It just sounded so vulgar.

"No. I don't like you. I don't like anyone. I'm just trying to have a good time. I made that very clear. Well, that's on you. Bye. I have to go." He said ending the phone call.

Jimin heard noise and then the door open. So he quickly took off the shirt and hung in back on the hanger.

Seconds later he saw a pair of feet walk by. After getting dressed he ran out hoping to find the person.

The fact that he didn't remember was bothering him so much. He looked around and nothing caught his eye.

Until a figure standing by the cologne section made him look. It was the tall wide shoulder guy.

He instantly remember how paranoid Yoongi had been of him. So he held the clothes tight to his chest and approached him.

Meanwhile Yoongi was standing by the cash register waiting. Maybe Jimin had gotten lost. It was a possibly.

So, he traced his steps back to the fitting room. Then instantly froze when he saw Jimin walking directly to Jin.

He wanted to scream at him and get out of the store. However he couldn't. It felt like time had literally stopped.

Jimin walked by purposely bumping into Jin. He turned around aggravated. "What the fuck man?"

"I didn't see you there. My bad." Jimin smiled.

"Are you serious? Do you really want to do this shit?"

"Do what?" Jimin mockingly asked tilting his head to the side.

Jin flickered his tongue angrily and scoffed. "You picked the wrong one to mess with."

Jimin shrugged, "I don't know. I could say the same about you."

Yoongi went into pure manic mode. No matter how strong Jin was he couldn't beat Jimin.  He was built to resist everything.

Before things got more out of hand he ran to them. His heart was beating so fast he thought he could faint.

Jin turned around and landed eyes on Yoongi who looked like the soul had left his body. They looked at each other for a long time.

Where to start?

"Hi Jin." Yoongi finally said.

It was only a matter of time before he had to face him again. Yoongi just didn't think it would happen tonight.