Jimin looked up and saw Yoongi walking in with a container of paint. He tried to not look in his direction and failed.

"Hi Jimin." Yoongi said with a small smile.

He didn't respond and went back to eating his bowl of cereal. He would eat mayonnaise and raspberries unfortunately he was all out.

Asking Yoongi for some more was not at option at the moment. He was trying to be strong here and talking to him would only melt him into a puddle of mess.

" I'm going to repaint my room if you wish to come help. It's not mandatory of course."

Ah.

So that was the noise he had been hearing the night before. He could hear Yoongi moving things around, but decided to ignore it by listening to music instead.

"Okay. Well I'll be in my room if you need me." He added when Jimin didn't reply.

He kept eating unable to look at him. Staying away was hard. Not caring was hard. How he wished he could just turn off those emotions.

He told himself he was done, but was he really?

Because being done meant he wouldn't think about it and simply move on. That's not what was happening at all.

After he was done he got up and cleaned up. His eyes wondered to the calendar on Yoongi's wall.

He reached over and flipped the page and then again. 63 days. That's how long he had with him.

The anger he felt two nights ago was so intense that he wanted that day to be sooner. Thinking about it now only frightened him.

Forgetting Min Yoongi was heartbreaking.

Even more than knowing he didn't feel the same. He let go of the calendar and stepped back. Then decided to go back to his room and lay down.

Midway there he stopped and looked to his right. Down the hall was where Yoongi was at. As much as he didn't want to go there he did.

"I see you decided to come." He said when landing eyes on him. He was sitting on the floor holding a brush. A few white streaks were painted over the green color.

"Jimin—"

"Don't apologize. It doesn't count unless you mean."

Yoongi raised both eyebrows surprised. He hadn't expected Jimin to respond at all. In fact ever since that night he hadn't said another word to him.

"I really am. I tend to act impulsive. You were right."

"About?"

"Everything. Hoseok. He's dating again. I shouldn't have called you a liar. I just didn't want to believe it."

"Of course you didn't."

"Is that why you didn't tell me before? Because of the way I reacted?" He wondered continuing to paint.

"No. I did it to prevent you from heartache. Either way it happened so I guess it was for nothing."

He smiled sadly, "Of course you did. You're so selfless."

"I highly doubt that. I'm not perfect. I know you designed me to be that way but I'm not. I make mistakes too."

Yoongi grabbed another paint brush and extended his hand out to him. "Do you want to help?" He whispered.

Jimin nodded heading toward him. He sat next to him and dipped his brush into the white paint.

Yoongi stopped for a brief second and looked at Jimin. He wore a big yellow T-shirt and red neon shorts. His socks were a blue color and his hair was a tangly mess.

"Staring is rude." Jimin mumbled not taking his sight away from the wall.

Yoongi quickly looked away with an embarrassed smile and blush on his face. Had he been staring that long?

"I talked to Hoseok." He said after a while.

Jimin nibbled on the inside of his lip. A million questions popped up on his head however, nothing was said.

"He's moved on."

"How do you feel?" He finally asked.

Yoongi shrugged, "I don't know. Hurt and relieved at the same time. I didn't realize how obsessed I was with our relationship that I let it hold me back for so long."

"You love too hard. That's your only flaw."

"I could say the same about you." Yoongi added looking in his direction.

"For the longest time I wondered why you had made me so emotionless at first. I guess I get it now. Sometimes feeling emotions sucks. But at the same time I'm happy for my pain. I know it sounds like I'm a masochist. I'm not. I just feel...normal. You know? Without the pain I wouldn't know how incredible it is to feel joy."

"Yeah. That's a good way of looking at it." He nodded.

"I see you took down the smiley face drawing." He commented looking up at the empty spot where it was once hung.

"I did. I promised I wouldn't ever take it down and for five years I didn't. I think it's healthier if I just let go."

"You think? After a year of breaking up?" He teased.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, "Alright asshole. Weren't you the one that said I loved too hard?"

"Doesn't take that away from the truth." He smirked.

Yoongi flickered his paint brush and got some on his cheek. "Hey! We are not to waste the paint." Jimin scolded.

He didn't listened and only did it again. Jimin frowned and did the same thing to him in return. In a matter of seconds they were having a paint fight.

Jimin abruptly got up and picked up the paint container. Yoongi squealed holding his hands up.

"Surrender or get the paint."

He didn't reply only stared at him with wide eyes. Jimin stepped closer his thigh touching his face.

Yoongi held his breath and felt his face turn a bright red. "I said surrender." He repeated in a deeper voice.

"I...I surrender." He replied intimidated.

Jimin smiled satisfied putting it down and sitting next to him once again. He went back to paint like nothing had happened.

"Staring is rude you rude hoot rat."

"Hush." He mumbled bashfully.

"You know, I love showing my dominance towards you living organisms. It's quite fascinating."

"Us humans call it bullying."

"Mmm...is it considered bullying if you enjoy it? I'll like to remind you of those times we were sexually intimate. You didn't seem to mind then."

"I—I—first of all we never actually had sex...you know? If we would've I would have—"

"Been a bottom."

Yoongi's heart started racing. If he could make himself disappear he would. No doubt. He wasn't used to so much dominance.

"Am I lying?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Whatever." He responded looking away.

More painting was done and when his blush had gone away he finally spoke up. "Jimin?" He quietly said.

"Yeah?"

"Are you really done with me? I don't blame you if you are. I can't expect you to keep trying when I'm still getting over my ex."

"It's complicated. A part of me wants to let go. The other part wants to keep holding on. I'll be with you for two more months. I don't know if I'll ever love someone the way I love you."

Love.

Yoongi's felt his whole world stop at the word. Jimin had said it so effortlessly and loving it made butterflies erupt in his tummy.

"You love me?" He whispered.

Jimin put the paint brush down, "Hmm. I suppose I do. I have no way to describe my feelings for you. Love is the closest word I can think of."

Yoongi smiled looking down at his lap. Jimin had come across the initials he had written on the wall. Just as he was about to paint over it Yoongi stopped him.

"Don't. Keep it there."

"But it's going to look so silly." He said although it warmed him up to know he wanted to keep it there.

"You don't care about silliness."

"Good point." He told going around it. They both continued. The silence was peaceful. It didn't feel heavy or awkward.

"Hey," Jimin said.

"Hmm?"

"What color are you doing? Unless you just want plain white."

"No. It's not going to be white. This is just to cover up the green and it will be painted over."

"What color are you doing then?"

"Yellow."