Namjoon knocked on the door lightly. He took a deep breath as he heard Jin's footsteps approach the entrance.

His hands were sweating and his knees trembling a bit. Once he saw Jin, he smiled and greeted him with a hug.

Jin still tensed up with his hugs, but he eventually relaxed to them. It was quite obvious he wasn't used to any type of affection while being in his body.

"Jin. How are you today?"

"I'm doing wonderful. How are you?"

"Doing just fine. Please, come in." He said moving aside.

Namjoon did so and took a seat on the familiar wooden chair. Jin didn't have furniture aside from the table, a couple of chairs and his potion shelf. He knew vampires didn't need to sleep, but he wondered how Jin did it to not sleep.

Sleeping was a good thing for Namjoon because it was a break from reality. A chance to forget it all at least for six to seven hours. Whereas Jin simply stayed up at night. Or maybe he did sleep by resting on the table. That didn't sound comfortable though.

"Do you want something to eat?"

Namjoon shook his head, he wondered where he kept food to begin with. There was no refrigerator. The room smelled like he had been eating right before he arrived. He suddenly felt rude to intrude at such a time.

"I'm okay thank you."

Jin took a seat on the chair in front of him and smiled awkwardly. He looked quite nervous or that's what Namjoon felt like.

He truly wondered why Jin hid his identity for so long because in reality he was beautiful. Even with the scar across his face he was a beautiful being. Inside and out.

"Is there something on my face?" He asked, concerned.

Namjoon smiled, spotting a chocolate stain on his cheek. "Yeah. You do actually. Here let me get it." He offered as he stood up and leaned over to wipe it off.

Jin's face blushed as he took a seat back down. Then he noticed the awfully yellow stain on his plain beige shirt.

"Goodness. The food was really good huh?" He joked pointing to it.

Jin looked down and cursed under his breath. "Dammit. I'm sorry. I like to eat my burgers with a ton of mustard. It never fails to get on me. Anyways, I have your potion ready. Let me get it for you."

Namjoon's smile slowly vanished as his brain processed what he had said. A memory of Nayeon saying goodbye to him came to mind.

"Dammit. I like to eat my burgers with a shit ton of mustard and I always get it on myself. Always!"

Jin returned to the table and handed him the glittery purple potion with red flowers. He didn't seem to notice how Namjoon was in utter shock.

"I've never done one, but I did my extensive research. I read a lot of books and used my knowledge in plants and flowers to make it. I hope it works for you and that you find the happiness you deserve."

Namjoon felt like he could hear his words, but at the same time it sounded like an echo to him. He looked at the potion bottle in his hands and back at Jin who was still talking.

Then suddenly it clicked. Everything made sense. Why he felt like Nayeon was two different people at the same time. The one he had met that day outside the castle wasn't the real one.

How come he didn't notice it before? The clumsy Nayeon with the food stains and chocolate addictions was Jin the whole time. That explained why meeting Jin for the first time felt so familiar and comforting to him.

His eyes filled with tears of anger as he got up from the chair. Jin's face was confused and fearful. "Namjoon, is everything okay? What's the matter—?"

Jin tried to reach over and touch him, but Namjoon instantly pulled away. "When were you going to tell me?"

"What?" He asked flustered.

"You were impersonating Nayeon and I liked her because it was you who I liked! The clumsy food stains, reading books, it was you! You must've created some potion to make this work because the first time I met her it wasn't her. It was you in her body. To make things worse you were going to make me a potion for me to fall in love with a woman I don't even truly know! How could I have been so stupid? I should've put the pieces together!"

"Namjoon, wait! I can explain! I never meant to impersonate her to get close to you! It just sort of happened! By the time I tried to stay away we had met again. I had to protect my identity and that's why I made that potion so the real Nayeon could not know she was being impersonated. I didn't know you guys were going to start seeing each other. I never meant to hurt you or her. I didn't know it would go this far." The sound in his voice was desperate, but Namjoon didn't want to hear any of it.

"Please wait. Let's talk about it. I am sorry. I shouldn't have—"

"The last time I spoke to Nayeon, was that you?"

Jin's face was a deep red again being put on the spot. He couldn't even answer and this made Namjoon laugh in a bittersweet way. His whole story with Nayeon had been constructed on a lie. He immediately walked towards the door no longer wanting to be there.

"Namjoon please—!"

"I thought you were my friend." He said without turning to look at him. That was the last thing he said as he walked through the door.

Leaving Jin behind imploring for him to come back.

•••

"Are you satisfied with dinner?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin sighed with a nod as he patted his stomach. "Very satisfied. I hope you left room for dessert."

"Of course. I'm always down for sweets. Tell me, what did you make today?"

Jimin clapped his hands excitedly. It had turned into a tradition that he was in charge of making desserts. Yoongi ate them all and swore that they were the best thing in the world.

Of course Jimin knew some of the stuff he made could be better, but Yoongi ate it either way and he was always so sweet about it.

He rushed to open the door which was connected to the other dining room. He picked up a glass tray that was filled with macaroons.

"Close your eyes and hold your breath." Jimin announced from the other room.

Yoongi chuckled and followed his instructions. It always seemed to make Jimin happy and that's all that truly mattered to him.

"Okay you can see now. Ta-da!"

Jimin looked down at the purple and yellow macaroons. Some of them were a little uneven in shape compared to the others but still cute. Most of the items he baked were decorated with yellow frosting or food dye.

"Tell me what's the flavor in these?"

"Well, I got inspired by our fruit water the other day that had lavender. So the purple have a hint of lavender. The yellow ones are lemon."

"Sounds delicious." Yoongi said picking up a yellow one first. He took a bite and chewed slowly. Then he ate the rest. The next one was a purple one. He repeated the same steps until he was done.

Jimin always held his breath and crossed his fingers under the table. "So?" He whispered, afraid that it wasn't as tasty as he imagined.

Yoongi kept a serious face, "Well, I don't like it."

Jimin instantly stopped smiling and then Yoongi grinned. "I love it."

"Ahh! You scared me!"

"I'm sorry. I love teasing you."

"Yeah. I know you do. What's your rating on a scale of one to ten? Ten being the best and one being the worst."

"Ten for sure."

"Yoongi," Jimin pouted. "You always say that. You have to give me honest reviews so that I can improve my baking."

"What can I say? They're all tens to me." He smiled.

"I know they needed more of something."

"They're perfect just like you."

Jimin slightly blushed at his compliment. He looked down at his fidgety hands, unable to keep the eye contact intact.

"Jimin."

"Yes."

"I would like to take you somewhere after we're done eating these delicious sweets."

Jimin picked up a macaroon and nibbled it nervously. He assumed Yoongi would go to his office like usual. They always had dinner around six in the afternoon and after that Yoongi was unavailable until past midnight.

Most nights by the time he arrived, Jimin was already asleep. As much as he always tried to stay up to see him it was hard. So it was exciting to know that they'd spend the rest of the afternoon together.

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"That would be lovely."

After they were done eating, Jimin followed Yoongi outside. As they kept walking across the large yard he became more and more confused.

He assumed they were going into another room he'd never seen before. Maybe a music room or an art room. The castle was so enormous that so much of it was unknown to Jimin.

Soon they arrived at an old but pretty garden shed. It was a good size, all white except for the dusty orange roof. It had two windows on each side and a glass door. Most of the paint was peeling off and there were plants growing on the outside walls.

Despite it looking semi abandoned, it was adorned with beautiful flowers around it. Jungkook had to be the one taking care of them.

"What's this place?" Jimin asked, wanting to know why he'd brought him here.

Yoongi took his hand with a smile, "It's a special place for me. I wanted to share it with you. Come on, let's go, but you have to close your eyes."

With that said they headed in. Jimin nervously biting his lip. Was it the fact that he was holding hands with Yoongi or that he had his eyes closed?

Either way Jimin didn't know that going into this garden shed would change him in more ways than one.