"Aren't you suppose to be working today?" Jimin asked.

"Nope. It's Saturday. Some weekends I work and others I don't." He responded serving freshly made pancakes on a plate.

"Hmm."

Yoongi turned around and saw what Jimin was wearing. He had given him a few sets of outfits to wear while he bought him something.

He didn't have a very good sense of style. He wore a pink shirt with red shorts,
purple long socks and white sneakers.

"You should never wear pink and red together. Especially not those two types of shades."

"Says who?"

"Are you trying to be a smartass?"

"No. I simply want to know who said that? Is that a rule for you humans?"

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or just being funny."

"Am I funny?"

"Uhh...sort of. Here I made pancakes so you don't eat mayonnaise."

"Thank you human."

"Sure."

They sat down in front of each other. The way he held his fork reminded him of his past lover.

"How do you know about fashion when you only wear baggy black clothes?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes offended, "I know more than you."

"I'm aware. You know more." He agreed.

"I'm so confused. I seriously can't tell whether you're mocking me or being totally serious."

"I would never. By the way I take it back. I know more."

He scoffed, "Okay sure."

"Can you tell how fast the wind is going out there without a phone?"

"Who the fuck cares about that?"

"I care. I don't like wind."

"Pshh. Okay."

"I know how fast your heart is beating right now."

"Mhmm."

"I know the weather for next week."

"Mhmm."

"I know the—"

"I kNoW tHe..."

"I know the change of—"

"I kNoW tHe cHaNgE oF..."

Jimin looked at him with a blank stare. "You're being a shit."

Yoongi laughed shoving a piece pancake in his mouth. "What?"

"You used that vulgar slang word before so that's what I'm doing it."

"You're not using it correctly. If you want to insult me all you have to do is say 'you're a piece of shit' not 'you're being a shit'."

"I wasn't created to be a vulgar hood rat like yourself. So I do apologize for my inexperience."

"Oh shit. Alright clap back. I was born in the hood so what's up?" Yoongi smirked.

"Yes. I'm aware. Now do you mind hushing because I can't eat and talk. That's rude." Jimin stated very serious.

Well in reality everything he said was pretty serious. He didn't show any emotion at all. Which was normal considering he wasn't adapted to human emotions yet.

"Agreed." Yoongi shrugged.

When they were done he put his plate in the dishwasher. "You put the dishes here." He said.

Jimin walked over and did exactly what he was told. "I know what dishwashers are."

"Okay mister I know everything." He replied shutting the door.

"I can tell that you aren't used to talking to people that have your attitude."

"What? What's that suppose to mean?" He asked slightly insulted.

"You're used to being the dominant one and it bothers you that talking to me makes you feel submissive."

Yoongi raised both eyebrows shocked at what was said. "T-that's not true! You don't intimidate me."

"Did I stutter? Exactly."

"Okay we need to teach you manners." He said embarrassingly looking away."

"Maybe I should teach you."

"You know what? Fuck off. First I'm teaching you about clothes. Come here. Can't go out there looking like that."

Jimin nodded following him behind. His room was a mess. The clothes he had left for him where scattered everywhere.

"Why are the clothes on the floor?"

"They were in my way."

"I should've made you organized."

"You're messy too."

"Exactly. That's a bad combination." He said picking up the clothes and throwing them onto the bed.

"Agreed. You didn't think this through."

"No shit."

"You've got to also teach me your hood ways."

"I guess yeah. So look here it's okay to mix colors just not certain ones. It doesn't look too good. Well in my opinion either way."

"Okay."

"For example that shirt with this pair of jeans or this pair of shorts would look better. Don't wear the purple socks if they don't match the rest of your outfit. Get it?"

"Yes."

"What have you learned so far?"

"I've learned that you do not like the color yellow because none of the clothes you gave me are that color."

"What? That's not what I was talking about. I was saying—"

"I recall everything you said. I'm just wondering what's wrong with yellow?"

"It's just an ugly color. I'll rather white, black, red and any other color."

"But It's my favorite. Why did you make me like it then?"

"I just honestly picked a random color."

"Interesting. Should I change now?"

"Yeah. Let me...oh. You're doing it right now. Alright."

Jimin pulled down his shorts and Yoongi kept staring at the wall. "Why do the jeans have holes? I've been wondering that. What's so fun to wear damaged clothes?"

"It's not dam...what the fuck Jimin? Where are your boxers?" He screamed turning around again. He regretted looking before asking.

"I don't like them. They're uncomfortable."

"I've done my part in giving them to you. If you don't want to wear them that's your problem."

"Okay. You never answered my question."

"Ripped jeans are cool and they're in style."

"Can't believe they're still a thing even right now. Wasn't this the style that back in 1980 or something?"

"Yes, but everything eventually comes back in style. Are you decent now?"

"Yes. All dressed."

"Next in the list is your posture. First of all you don't blink enough it's pretty creepy The average person blinks—"

"15-20 times per minute."

"Correct."

"I've been practicing. How's this?" He asked blinking way too much.

"Slower."

"Like so?"

"Perfect. When you sit down you can hunch your back a little. We don't usually sit so straight."

"Like so?" He repeated demonstrating.

"Yeah. That's good. That's perfect. Your voice doesn't sound robotic."

"I know." He replied confidently. He had stayed up practicing throughout the night.

"So confident. You also have to smile every now and then. Maybe frown or something. Any facial expression that blends you in with the rest."

"I don't feel emotions."

"I know. You will develop emotions with time. At the moment you don't feel, but you will eventually."

"I haven't seen you smile one time. Show me."

"Why?"

"I want to see you smile."

Yoongi scratched the the back of his head and forced an awkward smile. Jimin mimicked it.

It was the first time Jimin had tried to smile. It was an obviously forced, but he looked better like that.

More human.

"Yeah." He whispered.

"Now Can you grin?"

Yoongi scorned, "No. forget it."

"You want me to learn? Show me."

"I don't like my teeth okay? They're weird. Google how to smile on your own or something."

"What's wrong with your teeth?"

"They're just ugly." He replied with a pink tint spreading over his face.

"That is not true."

"How do you know? You haven't seen me grin."

"Nothing is ugly. Society just makes you think it is."

Yoongi looked away a bit flustered. There it was. His caring side was slowly developing which is what he wanted him to be. Caring, funny, sarcastic and most of all loving.

"Did you know you were born on a Tuesday?" He asked randomly changing the topic.

"Umm no, but I guess now I do." Yoongi said.

"It's true. If you go to a 1993 calendar your birthday falls on a Tuesday."

"Oh cool." He replied taking a seat next him.

They remained in silence for a brief second. Until Yoongi got the courage to speak up. "So you're suppose to make me feel better huh?"

"Yes. That is my job."

"Nice. So you have to say corny shit like 'Min Yoongi you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen', right?"

"That's a lie."

"What?" He shrieked standing up.

"Your eyes are dark brown. According to surveys hazel eyes have been voted to be the most attractive therefore the prettiest. Blue and green eyes are also beautifully rare—"

"You know what? Fuck off Jimin. I'm going go."

"What about our teaching session? Your manners suck."

"Whatever. Bye." He said storming off and closing the door.

Maybe he spoke to soon. Jimin was not caring nor sensitive at all. Then again he did also add stubbornness and brutally honest to his characteristics.

Yoongi hated that hint of hope he had gotten just then. For the first time in a while he had felt wanted.

But it had all just been in his head.