"How did you like your model?" Namjoon asked taking a seat in front of Yoongi.

"He's still taking a nap on my couch."

"What? Really?"

"Yep. He's umm..." annoying. "Not what I expected."

"Model 576B is getting adjusted very well. For the most part he's hanging out in the room I put him in."

"You still haven't named him?"

Namjoon chuckled shaking his head, "No. I'm still thinking about it. After all I'm going to baptize him."

Truth was he didn't want to name him. He wanted his brother to do it. He did this for him. It felt wrong to name him when he made him for his brother.

"I just picked a random ass name for mine." Yoongi replied picking up his sandwich.

Namjoon smiled shoving ramen into his mouth. "Have you noticed we always eat the same thing?"

Yoongi nodded, "Yeah. Weird huh?"

"I suppose yeah."

After that being said they kept eating in silence. Yoongi wondered whether Namjoon was like that with his other friends as well.

•••

"See you later!" Namjoon grinned walking out.

Yoongi waved goodbye as he rubbed his temples. It was five o'clock and he should probably get going.

Who knew what Jimin was doing at the house. He sighed and headed to the bathroom before leaving.

Namjoon was digging into his pocket for his keys. His bag slipped and he groaned sweat dripping from his forehead.

A person walking by texting ran into him. The broad shoulder guy sighed annoyed because he typed the wrong thing.

Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows confused. He expected the guy to apologize, but he didn't even look up. He just kept on walking while texting.

"H-hey!" He said looking at him. His face was red as his eyes landed on this boy's perfect face  profile.

The boy kept on going leaving Namjoon confused and slightly angry. "Y-you need watch where you're going sir!"

Yoongi walked out and saw Namjoon standing there. "Everything good?" He wondered.

"Oh, yes. Some guy ran into me. It's all good though. See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

When Yoongi got in the car he turned on the radio. The good thing about where he worked was that it wasn't that far away.

It was a couple minutes drive so at least he didn't have to drive for long. He had horrible road rage.

As he approached a stop light a song came up on the radio that made his heart sink. That was his ex lovers favorite song.

He couldn't hear it without remembering him. The honest truth was that everything brought his ex lover to mind. 

Yoongi still waited for him to come back.

Because he never left.

He quickly turned down the volume and took a deep breath as he pulled up to his condo. After turning off his car he went up to the main door where he typed in his passcode to get in.

The house was too hot to his liking and he furrowed his eyebrows confused. He always kept his thermostat at 67.

He needed the cool to feel comfortable. The house temperature was currently 76. He moved it back to the spot and looked around.

It was suspiciously quiet. "Jimin?" He called. No answer. "Hello? Jimin?" He repeated a bit louder.

"Fine then. Ignore me. Just so you know I keep my house cold. Don't move that shit no more." He said irritated.

He went to his bedroom and threw his bag on the floor. The next thing to come off were his clothes.

He needed a long shower. It was his second favorite part of the day. When he was there he felt like he could think things throughly. He could cry if he wanted to and no one would hear him.

But then again that was ridiculous considering he had been living alone for well over a year.

He ran his fingers through his shampooed hair and kept thinking about the what if's. What he could've done different to save his relationship.

A sudden noise made him turn around. "Hi. Are you done being unlikable?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi's eyes widen causing soap to go into his eyes. "Oh fuck. Fuck." He cursed getting under the water.

"That wasn't very smart. Why would you put shampoo in your eyes?"

Yoongi rubbed his stinging eyes, "I didn't do it on purpose! Why're you here?" He screeched covering his body.

"I came here to bond. It's my duty."

Yoongi's eyes went down Jimin's naked body and he turned a deep shade of red. "You're naked. Please get out."

"You made me this way. If you don't like what you see it's your fault."

"Okay listen there's this thing called personal space and I nee...what are you doing?" He asked embarrassed when he spotted Jimin trying to look at his  private area.

"Your genitals look like mine. Why're you so embarrassed about it? We're naked. It's completely normal."

"N-not in  society's eyes. It's not my fault we all grew up being ashamed about being naked."

Jimin tilted his head to the side, "That's very ignorant. Humans are ignorant."

"Yeah we will have a whole lesson about that now please get out of the shower!"

"Fine. I will let you know that I'm turning the heat on. I don't like the cold."

"You-you can't make decisions...hey!" Yoongi couldn't even finish his sentence because Jimin was already out the shower.

He quickly finished rinsing his body  and got out before Jimin did something else. Usually, he would take time to air dry his hair and pick out his pajamas.

Not today.

He simply grabbed the first thing he landed eyes on and even forgot to put on lotion. Then he sprinted out the room following the wet trail he had left behind.

"Jimin! Fuck. You're suppose to dry yourself before you walk around the house. Hey? Where are you?"

"I'm eating." He said.

Yoongi sighed heading to the kitchen. Jimin was standing by the fridge eating mayonnaise out of the container.

"Eww. Why're you still naked? And why are you eating mayonnaise?"

"Because I like whatever you like. I haven't put on clothes since you haven't given me something. Don't you think it's rude to dig through your stuff?"

"I-I don't eat it straight out of the container. Fine I guess that makes sense. Let's go I'll give you something." He said avoiding eye contact at all.

His face was still red from seeing him naked. It made him all jittery and weird. "Is this your room?" Jimin wondered.

"Yeah." Yoongi replied opening up his drawer.

"You don't like green. You like white. Why is your room this color?"

"Because it is." He mumbled still looking for a pair of underwear.

"Why don't you paint it yellow? I like yellow. Yellow is nice."

"I don't fucking like yellow, okay?"

"I guess you like poopy green then."

"It's not poopy. It's perfectly fine! Here put these on."

"Okay." He replied taking the boxers and sliding them on.

"Alright moving on to the clothes—"

"I don't like these."

"What?"

"Why do I have to cover up?"

"You can't just walk around naked all the time."

"Why not?"

"That's weird."

"Define weird."

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, "You know what forget it. You have to wear them end of story."

"Okay."

He opened up his closet and tried to pull out the first thing he saw. Jimin pointed to a  specific shirt.

"I like that one."

Yoongi froze staring at the colorful stripped piece of clothing. "N-no. You can't wear that one."

"Why not?"

"You're wearing this." He responded handing him one of his oversized black shirts and ripped jeans.

"Okay." Jimin said unbothered.

Yoongi quickly closed the closet behind. And motioned Jimin to follow him. "You're going to be sleeping here in the guest room."

"Why not with you? Is that not what I'm suppose to do?"

"You ask so many questions did you know? By the way we have to work on that robotic voice of yours." 

"Yes I do. You made me curious. I've been practicing. My voice is better than yesterday."

"Yeah I regret doing that. So this is your room."

"I want it to be yellow. Why can't it be yellow?"

"Because It's white and white is what you're getting."

"Fine."

"Okay. Goodnight now."

"It's only seven."

"I have a long day tomorrow."

"Can I go eat more mayonnaise?"

Yoongi sighed, "Yeah you know what yes. Go on. Eat it all."

"I will do it. Bye Min Yoongi. I hope you learn to like my company soon."

Yoongi looked at him as he walked away. At least he wouldn't be alone now. He'd be out of mayonnaise and personal space, but at least he would have company.