Jimin made his way to the couch, hands warm from holding a steaming mug of coffee Sora had given him. He slowly put down the mug, making sure not to spill any on the photographs spread out on the coffee table. Sora must have been in the middle of something when he had barged in, he wondered.

"The ramen will be ready in ten minutes, finish up on your coffee to keep yourself warm until then. Also, there's a woolen throw on the back of the couch, in case you still feel cold," Sora called out at him from the kitchen. He watched her, hands busy chopping some vegetables for the ramen and still felt a little regretful about arriving here unannounced. He just wanted to get out of the dorms after his talk with Namjoon and somehow all he could think was Sora and his feet had led him here.

Jimin sat down and took little sips of his coffee. His eyes roamed, taking in the surprisingly simple apartment. For some reason, he had always imagined Sora's apartment to somewhat reflect her profession in fashion. But everything seemed simple and productive. He smiled to himself, happy over the fact that he had now seen another side of Sora, another puzzle piece had been put into place.

As he kept his half-empty mug back on the table, his eyes caught onto a certain photograph. He didn't want to intrude but when he saw a familiar face in the photographs, he was immediately intrigued. He slowly picked up a photograph of himself.

The photos had little post-it notes on it. Each note had little scribbles on them. Probably Sora working on their costumes for their upcoming concert performances. He picked up a couple more photos and flipped through them, grinning at the little notes Sora had left on each of them. One particular note made him snicker loud enough that it got Sora's attention. She turned to see Jimin giggling on the couch, her baby blue woolen throw covering his legs and her favourite smile reaching his eyes.

"Are you laughing looking at photos of yourself?" Sora asked as she turned back to her ramen, hoping to hide her red cheeks.

"'Not sexy enough' sad smiley emoji."

Sora turned back to Jimin, wondering what he was talking about, only to see him holding up a photo of himself. Sora's eyes immediately opened wide when she remembered that she had in fact put in a little note on the photograph after she had whined about how Jimin's shirt wasn't doing his performance justice and it lacked to enhance the sensuality that Jimin exuded when he danced.

Sora immediately ran over to Jimin to take the photograph from him but he just stood up and held the photograph behind his back and refused to give it to her.

"So is the costume not sexy enough or am I not sexy enough?" Jimin whispered to Sora, eyes focused on her. Only then did she realise how close she had gotten to him. "If its the costume, well you would know what to do to fix it, just don't make me go shirtless. While it might serve the purpose," Jimin stepped further, closing in on what little distance remained between them," I don't think you would be able to handle it." Sora immediately froze and could feel her heart race while she silently blinked at Jimin, waiting for her brain to catch up.

"Sora?"

"Mhm?" Sora let out a weird noise, her brain still rebooting.

"The ramen's going to boil over," Jimin whispered, lowering his voice.

Sora stared at him for a second before her brain finally caught up and she ran to the kitchen to remove the lid from the boiling pot of ramen before it spilled over.

Jimin grinned to himself as he picked up the photographs and put them aside. He didn't know where the sudden rush of confidence came but it felt good. It felt good teasing Sora and watching her cheeks turn red. It gave him a little hope and that's all that he was looking for, especially now where the other part of his life seemed to be falling apart. He quickly shook his head, sending the thoughts back where he could ignore them until he knew how to deal with them.

He went to the kitchen and helped Sora bring back the bowls to the coffee table. They sat down and Sora immediately turned on Netflix and let it play in the background. Jimin was so thankful that she didn't try to push him into explaining why he was here even though he knew she deserved an explanation. He silently ate and watched Sora giggle at the antics of the characters in whatever movie she was watching.

"So how's the styling for the concert working out for you?" Jimin asked a smug smile on his face. "You only have a couple of days left before the tour starts."

Sora groaned and then nudged Jimin with her elbow which just made him giggle even more.

"Listen, I can explain," Sora sighed, hiding her face in her hands, even though she knew nothing could hide how red her face was.

"You have my attention !" Jimin said, setting down his chopsticks and turning towards her, leaning his head on his elbow, giving her his undivided attention.

"So... as you know I'm your stylist." Sora watched Jimin vigorously nod his head in understanding. His eyes twinkling with mischief. Ignoring him, Sora continued, "And as your stylist, I need to make sure your clothes not just compliment your performances but also enhance them... Hence."

"Hence..?" Jimin blinked, waiting for her to continue.

"Hence." Sora said, nodding her head once indicating that it was the end of her explanation.

Jimin burst out laughing at her non-explanation explanation and decided not to push her further. He was just giggled and was giddy inside that she at least found him attractive! That was something he could work!

They finished the remaining of the ramen, their conversation light and careful. Jimin felt calm, his troubled mind a lot more at ease than when he had left his dorm. He cleared up the table and offered to the dishes but Sora lightly pushed him out of the kitchen, saying she would be done sooner. Sora could have ignored the dishes until later but her racing heart needed a break. She had been feeling far too much ever since Jimin had knocked on her door.

She had been ignoring the way her stomach would flip whenever she saw Jimin at work and she knew she could handle the idol Jimin and even the colleague Jimin but the Jimin sitting in her living room, in the warm fuzzy sweater she had bought for him on a whim when she had gone shopping for herself, was testing the little control she had left and him flirting with her was going to end her and that wasn't something she could let Jimin do.

Jimin's phone ringing distracted her from her thoughts. She heard him walking around as he spoke on the phone but he kept his voice low and she couldn't hear a thing. She let out a disappointed sigh at the failure of her eavesdropping attempt and went back to diligently scrubbing the already clean bowls.

Jimin mindlessly walked around Sora's living room while reassuring a very worried Taehyung. He held the phone at a distance, wincing at his best friend yelling at him, rightfully so. He knew that he should have told someone before he left the dorms and him vanishing like this for a second time, especially after knowing how things had escalated in the past few days. With Taehyung showing no signs of stopping his extremely passionate rant about how Jimin was his responsibility and as a guardian he had every right to be informed about his whereabouts at all times, Jimin paced around the apartment. Jimin chuckled but didn't point out that he was the older one of the two and if anything, he should be Taehyung's guardian and not the other way around.

Something caught Jimin's distracted eyes as his fingers absently traced the magazines and spam mail that Sora had left on a table near the door. At the bottom of the magazines, a crumpled corner of a what seemed like a black and white photograph was sticking out. Jimin grinned at the prospect of finding more of Sora's little handwritten notes that he could tease her about. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Sora wasn't looking at him, and he slyly pulled the photograph from under the pile.

Jimin blinked at the photograph and his brain raced trying to understand it. But it didn't make sense.

"Jimin, are you even listening to me?" Taehyung's voice filtered through the forgotten phone tucked away between his ear and shoulder as he held the photo in both his hands.

"I have to go." Jimin abruptly ended his call and he picked up the bunch of magazines to check if there were any more photos and he found another one lying at the bottom. It was definitely taken by the same person.

There was an instant dread that filled him up. He pocketed his phone, silencing it because he knew Taehyung would call him back.He stared at the photographs as if that would suddenly make things clear. He wanted to ask Sora what was going on but something beneath the dread made him stop.

His instincts over his brain. A choice he had learnt to always make, living the life he did. But today for the first time the choice seemed the hardest one.

His phone vibrating in his pocket bought him back to his senses and his instincts took over.

They yelled run.

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