"Now lets just go crazy!" Jimin said as he impulsively ran around the room.

"I thought we were dancing?"

"We are silly! But don't you hear the song? We're suppose to not care what people think."

Yoongi shrugged and followed Jimin's crazy moves until he started running again. "Fuck that. We can't be running. That's too much for me." He said as he leaned forward to catch a breath.

"You're a football player. You always run what's the difference now?"

"In football I'm running to win."

"We are running to win too." Jimin said as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"You have attitude problems. You know that?"

"Attitude problems?" He shrieked offended.

"Yeah. You act like a baby."

"I'm not a baby!" He responded stomping his foot. Which only proved Yoongi was right.

"Listen, I'll do whatever you wish but think about it. Our stage is literally like five feet long. We can barely do shit there."

Jimin hummed. Yoongi was right. The stage was small. "But, I'll run around that five foot stage for you." He added.

"Well, now I don't know if I want to do that. You're mean." He said with an attitude.

"I'll give you free food."

"You're forgiven." Jimin immediately responded.

"Let's go eat then. We've been here for twelve hours."

Jimin rolled his eyes, "We've been here for two hour, Yoongi. And we took ten five minute breaks! Which adds up to fifty minutes of doing nothing."

"We've worked hard! We deserve a fifty minute break!"

"But we—"

"Let's go eat. I'm hungry!" Yoongi whined.

"Fine! And I'm the child." He scoffed.

He grabbed his wallet and waited for Yoongi. Today they were practicing in his garage.

Jimin thought Yoongi's house was extremely cute and it didn't look like he would live there. Then again, his mom was the one that decorated the house which made sense.

"Let me go get my wallet. Come on." He told Jimin as he went up the stairs. He followed Yoongi to the kitchen where he grabbed a banana then he handed one to him too.

"You already gave me one this morning."

"I'm aware. I want to give you two." He said.

Jimin took it turning a light pink. He turned his head to avoid Yoongi looking at his blush. "Your mom leaves you notes too?" He asked when he spotted one on the fridge.

"Yeah all the time. She took Holly to an appointment."

"Is Holly your sibling?"

"He's my son."

"What?" Jimin asked shocked.

"Holly is my dog but technically my child. I treat him as one."

"You have a dog?" Jimin giggled.

"Yes."

"That's so cute!" He sighed his cheeks turning red.

"Whatever. Let's go get the damn wallet."

Jimin kept smiling as they went down the hallway. He was busy peeling his banana that he didn't pay attention to where they were walking.

It's not until a scent of Yoongi hit him that he looked around and noticed his room. Oh yes, Yoongi had a scent. One that Jimin could not describe in words.

It didn't smell like cologne or body wash. It was just him.

"Your room is so cool." He said looking around as he ate the banana. The walls were grey, he had a few posters around but the lighting was so different. The vibe the room gave was tranquility.

"Thanks. I don't decor much as you can see."

"I think it's nice."

"You know what else is nice?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah, your dick. I've heard it."

"What? I was going to say my mattress. I just got a new one."

Jimin gulped mentally face palming himself. "Oh! Uh, let me see." He said quickly as he sat on the bed. He cleared his throat hoping Yoongi wouldn't bring the topic back.

"Yeah, it's-it's nice. Very soft." He mumbled as he finished the fruit.

"Unlike this dick boy!"

"Aha! I knew it! I knew you would bring your dick in this conversation!" Jimin accused as he got up the bed and pointing his finger at him.

"Of fucking course. Got to remind you that I'm packed." Yoongi said grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling them up.

"I knew you couldn't go an hour without talking about it!" He told as he kept pointing his finger at him.

"Better move that finger or I'll bite it off."

Jimin quickly did so. Because he knew Yoongi would probably bite him. Maybe not bite his finger off, but definitely bite him.

"Are we leaving or not? Now I'm the hungry one."

Yoongi chuckled and just as he was about to speak Jimin cut him off. "No, not for your dick!"

Yoongi found this amusing. They were starting to read each other's minds which was insane. Spending every day together was really starting to rub off on each other.

"Okay. If you say so." He teased as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"We better get going or I'll regret it."

"Wanna get shitty burgers and eat at a random parking lot?" Yoongi asked as he grabbed his keys off the kitchen table.

They headed outside while Jimin thought about this. "As lovely as that sounds, I think we can go get pasta."

Yoongi stopped opening his car door when he heard this. "You want to go there?" He asked unsure.

"Yeah. Gotta stop avoiding places."

"I'm proud of you." He responded with a smile and he meant it.

Jimin returned the smile as they got in and headed out.

•••

"Hey, can I ask something?"

"You're going to ask either way." Yoongi responded.

"That...that caption you used for your picture. What was that about?"

Yoongi shrugged. He wanted Jimin to mention it. Now that he had he didn't even know how to respond. In fact, Yoongi didn't know what the caption was about either.

"Just felt that way." He finally said. Jimin nodded a bit confused as a following question was generating in his mind.

Yoongi interrupted as he took a sip of drink and put the glass down. "I need to pee. Wanna go help me?"

"I can't help you pee." Jimin said with a laugh.

"You can hold my dick while I do it."

"Yoongi!" He responded embarrassed.

"Kidding! I mean, unless you want to."

"Go ahead. I'll wait here."

"Fine. Your loss." Yoongi said as he got up from the booth and walked to the bathroom. Jimin waited until he was gone to walk to the front of the restaurant.

He wanted to pay for tonight's food as a token of appreciation. "I'll like to pay please." He told the cashier as he handed her the receipt.

Seconds later he handed her his credit card. As he was waiting he scanned the room to look for a random couple. Like mentioned before, Jimin enjoyed to watch couple behavior.

And that's when he saw, Chanyeol.

Sitting in their usual spot with his friends. Chanyeol saw him too. When they caught eyes Jimin felt as if his heart had exploded.

The instant knot on his throat was only building up more. His pocket vibrated indicating a text. But at that moment Jimin didn't seem to mind.

He saw Chanyeol get up from the booth and that's when Jimin snapped back to reality. He was having a panic attack.

"Sir? Can you sign for me?" The lady asked.

He shakily took the pen and messily wrote his name. She took it and then smiled telling him to have a goodnight. She walked to the back and Jimin was trying to put his credit card back in his wallet to sprint out of there.

"Jimin?"

He swallowed hard as he looked up. "Wow. You look so different." He said.

Jimin remained quiet unable to move. "How are you? We haven't spoken in a while?" He asked.

Once again, he didn't respond. He just looked at him. Because how can you talk to the person that just broke your heart like nothing?

"I just wanted to—"

"Oh, there you are babe." Yoongi said coming up behind, Jimin.

Chanyeol gave Yoongi a look as he wrapped his arm around his waist. At this point Jimin felt beyond vulnerable. It was good that Yoongi was holding him. His knees could collapse.

"Are you okay with this, Jimin?" Chanyeol asked him.

"I'm with him. Of course he's okay with it." Yoongi responded.

"I asked him not you."

Jimin could feel Yoongi tensing up and that's when he spoke up. "I'm okay with this. I'm with him."

Chanyeol scoff quietly. "Oh. Okay. I'll see you around, Jimin." He turned to walk away but then faced Yoongi again. "Ahh, and good luck on finals." He smiled.

"You too." He responded with a teasing smirk. Chanyeol walked back to his friends. "We can go." Yoongi told him.

Jimin nodded and they decided to walk through the back door. "We shouldn't have come here. I know I said to get over it but I never thought he would be here at the same time! What did he even say to you?"

"He asked how I was doing." Jimin responded quietly. He was still shocked.

"I didn't mean to grab your waist. I don't want you to think I'm trying to touch you. I know I make jokes about my dick all the time. That doesn't mean I'm going to actually try something with you. I mean if you want to that's fine! Also, you might not want to check your phone right now because I happened to send a picture of me grabbing my crotch in front of the mirror again. I just wanted to joke around with you. Then I come out and he's right there and I know it's not the time to make jokes—"

Yoongi stopped talking when Jimin wrapped his arms around him. "I'm glad you held me. I wanted to cry so bad." He whispered as he closed his eyes.

Yoongi's heart ached hearing his voice like that. He slowly brought up his arms to wrap them around his tiny frame.

And maybe this wasn't the perfect scenario. Certainly not how he had envisioned it. Jimin was sad and Yoongi was angry.

But, having him wrapped in his arms somehow made his life yellow.