A/N:This is a sequel to Haunted Hotel. Has slight reference to Haunted Hotel at the beginning, so if possible, read that one first.

"I'm really confessing to him," Namjoon stated seriously, staring staright at Yoongi's droopy eyes.

Yoongi nodded.

Unsatisfied with the response he received, Namjoon shook Yoongi's shoulders. "You don't understand it, hyung. What happened to that haunted hotel was terrible. TERRIBLE. It made me realize that our lives are like our balls, you do not really give importance to it until it will almost get cut off!"

Yoongi choked. "Did you just-?!"

"Yoongi," Namjoon whispered gently as he held Yoongi's hands. "We only have one chance to live. Some people are lucky enough to have more than one, but not everyone is lucky. Yoongi, you never know what will happen tomorrow. This could be your last day."

"Okay, what's your point? I'm now lacked of sleep because I'm such a good friend that I actually wasted time to listen to you. How can I be this kind?" Yoongi said with a sigh.

Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed. "But didn't you just sleep? Like, for 12 hours?"

"12 hours is never enough, Joon. Nothing is ever enough."

Namjoon shrugged. "Well anyway, as I have said, I'm gonna confess my feelings to Jin now before everything's too late. I might get hurt, but at least I won't regret anything in case I suddenly died without even gaining the courage to tell him about my feelings."

"This is creepy," Yoongi commented with a straight face.

"Yah hyung! I need your support in this!" Namjoon wailed, face contorting into what could be described as utter misery.

The older boy sighed, realizing that he had no choice. He just couldn't let Namjoon walk around miserably and destroy things, so yes, he would support the poor guy.

There was silence between the two, in which Namjoon was sighing repeatedly while Yoongi stared at him with bored and blank eyes. The younger was starting to scowl as his hyung seemed to have no plans on saying anything further when Yoongi suddenly spoke up.

"It's good. Very admirable. Not all...umm, not all people can do that," Yoongi said, eyes averting away from Namjoon and focusing on the Pokemon wall clock behind the younger. "Not all people are as lucky as you."

Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed and his lips frowned. Yoongi sighed, he didn't have the choice but to explain further. He knew Namjoon, and speaking to Namjoon meant spending a pail of saliva to explain every single thing to this curious smartassed person.

Yoongi didn't really want to talk about this because he's afraid that he might slip in his words and his expression would be too obvious.

He's afraid that they would find out about his hidden feelings towards his best friend.

Because said best friend, named Park Jimin, was straighter than a damn stiff ruler.

Not a big thing, really.

Min Yoongi was just secretly in love with his best friend.

Nothing stressing.

Really.

"What do you mean, hyung?" Namjoon asked, in which Yoongi cringed inwardly.

Yoongi licked his lips and finally turned his gaze to the waiting boy in front of him. "Not all people have the guts to confess to the people they like. You're right, w e only have one chance in life, and those people who are coward live each day of their lives with regret. You don't need to die and live again a second life to be considered lucky, you just have to be brave enough. Namjoon...many people would pay a million just to be like you, you know."

When Yoongi finished, he looked away again, afraid to death that Namjoon might see something in his eyes. It always happened in movies after all, people seeing 'something' in other's eyes. It's weird but Yoongi must take precautions.

"Hyung...that is so...deep. Wow," the younger said, eyes wide and disbelieving as he stared at Yoongi.

Yoongi scowled at him. "You can now close your gaping mouth, Joon. It's not exactly gonna help you if Jin would pass by and see how ugly you are with your mouth hanging open."

The boy immediately shut his mouth close and looked around, in case Jin was really passing by.

Yoongi snorted.

"Anyway hyung, don't tell Jin or anybody about this, okay? Thank you so much. I was not really expecting for you to be very helpful, but wow, you really have been. Thank you, hyung, thank you!" Namjoon said before quickly leaving, knocking one knee against the wooden doorway as he went past the door.

The older boy stared holes at the retreating back of Namjoon. He's not honestly sure if he should feel insulted or complimented.

Aish, I'm too kind for this world.

•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•

Jimin picked up his phone as it had been ringing nonstop while he was in the shower.

It was his manager.

"Hello, Heechul-hyung?" Jimin said to the phone as he struggled to wrap a towel around the lower part of his body.

"Jimin, you have a shoot tomorrow. The venue will still be the same studio as last time. Same time. Be early, okay?"

Jimin smiled while he turned on the hairdryer. "Thanks, hyung. Do I need to bring anything or something?"

"Just bring your cute self. Don't bother too much though, you know you'll never surpass the beauty of Kim Heechul."

The boy laughed at this. "No one can, hyung."

The person on the other line grunted. "Good that we understand each other here. Ciao!"

And with that, the call ended.

His manager was probably the most narcissistic person that ever walked this planet. But it's fine though, Jimin enjoyed his presence in his life. He still remembered clearly how Heechul approached him after a dance showcase he did for their final exam—since he's a dance major—and offered him a job to be a part-time model.

The job was pretty fine. You get to have a good-looking but crazy as heck manager, extra income which was more than average, and of course, you get to be surrounded by beautiful girls. Jimin liked the last one the most.

Jimin was still chuckling a bit when he remembered that he should probably go to Yoongi to share the news. He placed his hairdryer back to where it was kept and quickly went out of his room, intending to annoy his hyung-slash-best friend in his room and not caring that he was still clad in nothing but a thin piece of towel. He was pretty sure that at this early hour, Yoongi was still sleeping.

He snickered as he imagined shouting at Yoongi's ear.

When he opened the door of his room though, he discovered that Yoongi was now awake and lazily lounging around the sofa in the small living room.

"Hyung!" Jimin said, running towards his hyung. His towel almost untangled at the movement, good thing Jimin was able to take hold of it fast before it fell and his hyung would see him in all his naked glory. Yoongi always found that disturbing, Jimin noticed.

Yoongi lazily turned towards his direction, blinked once, then gazed at him from head to toe. Jimin smiled sheepishly.

"Just when did you become a porn star?" his hyung remarked, looking away from him and looking at the TV instead where Spongebob was being showed.

Jimin fixed the towel and went to sit closely beside his hyung, his arms hands wrapping around his hyung's arm. "Hyung. I have a shooting tomorrow."

"That's good," Yoongi deadpanned, still ignoring him.

Jimin scowled. His hyung was being a meany again. "Hyung, come with me, okay?"

"No. I have classes," Yoongi said dryly, still pointedly ignoring the younger.

This just made Jimin even more stubborn, he scooted closer to Yoongi, his arms and legs coming up to awkwardly hug the turtle next to him. He did not even care if he was just wearing a towel that threatened to fall off anytime soon. It's his hyung, he could do anything he wanted.

"But hyung, it's summer. You don't have classes! Of all the excuses, why does it have to be a dumb one?"

Yoongi sighed. "I need to finish a song for my mixtape. I'll be staying inside my studio the whole day tomorrow."

"Hyuuuuuuung..." Jimin purred, his head settling comfortably on his hyung's warm chest. He was feeling quite cold, probably because he was supposed to wear clothes, not a towel only.

Yoongi always accompanied him in all his shoots. His hyung was always there to support him. But every time he asked his hyung, Yoongi would always tease him and tell him that he would not go. The man was just too lazy for his own good. Still, Jimin knew fully well that he was more important for Yoongi than any form of laziness.

He was just spoiled like that.

"I'll be sick tomorrow. I can't go," Yoongi deadpanned again.

"Seriously? This is so mean. I'm telling Jin-hyung," the younger threatened uselessly as he scooted even more closer, now almost straddling the older.

"Aish, Park Jimin, what are you doing? Go away. You're... y-you're too close... aish!"

Jimin smirked. "I'm not going away if you'll not promise that you'll come with me."

"I'm not comi- Wah! Why the heck are you straddling me?! Aish, fine, fine. I will. Shit, Jimin. Get off me now."

Jimin laughed heartily as he heaved himself up and seated beside Yoongi instead. There were already tears in his eyes with how hard he was laughing. "Sometimes I think you're homophobic, hyung," Jimin commented playfully, pinching Yoongi's nose as he did so.

"I'm... I'm not. Aish, stop doing that!" Yoongi said, slapping away his hand.

Jimin smiled, tilting his head as he regarded his glaring best friend. He frowned when he observed something and brought one hand up to place it on Yoongi's forehead. "Hyung, are you ill? You look so red, like, really really red."

"It's nothing."

"But-"

"It's just nothing, Jiminie. Now go away and please do me a favor and wear something decent or I will never allow you to cuddle me again. Ever."

The younger smiled, pinching his hyung's cheeks this time. He had the urge to hug his hyung just one more time to annoy him more, but he looked like he was not feeling well so he'd just relent for now. He'd make sure to buy some medicine for him, though.

•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•

Yoongi yawned as he drove. It was so damn early. Jimin's shoot was so damn early. If not for Jimin's pleasant humming beside him, he would've fallen asleep, barely caring if this car would crash and kill him.

But Jimin was beside him so he'd still probably care if the car would crash.

When they arrived, Yoongi blinked lazily and parked the car. Jimin grabbed his backpack and Yoongi grabbed the paper bag that contained the other things that Jimin might need.

"Hyung, how do I look?" Jimin asked as they stood outside the building. The boy always asked him the same thing every time he was going to a shoot.

And Yoongi would always answer the same thing back.

"Ugly as ever," he said, looking over at Jimin's smiling face, his eyes already gone with all the cheeky smile he was flashing at Yoongi. His hair stood up a bit at the side so the older boy brought a hand up to run his fingers through the younger's hair and try to calm down the standing strands.

Jimin's hair felt so soft.

Yoongi pinched the other's cheeks lightly, feeling strange things happening in his stomach as Jimin's smile widened even more.

Jimin's skin felt so smooth.

Jimin's smile looked so cute.

The younger proceeded to hug him tightly, burying his face to Yoongi's shoulder as he whispered, "Thank you for coming with me, hyung."

It was like a tradition to them. Jimin always did this every time.

Yoongi wrapped his arms around the younger.

Jimin's hug felt so warm.

Jimin's voice was so pleasant.

Jimin...

Park Jimin.

Oh, just how fucked up Yoongi was.

"Let's go now. You'll be late," Yoongi said, reluctantly pulling away from the hug.

They finally arrived at the studio where Heechul, Jimin's manager that always reminded Yoongi of Jin, was waiting for them.

The guy winked at them once he saw them, greeting Jimin with a hug. "Hi there, my very pretty Minnie."

Jimin laughed at this. "Hello there, my even prettier manager-nim."

Heechul then turned his gaze at Yoongi and smirked at him.

Ugh.

Yoongi looked away. He knew what would come.

"Hi to you too, Jimin's personal assistant," Heechul joked, in which Yoongi stared back at him with a straight face.

Jimin sighed. "Hyung, how many times do I have to tell you that Yoongi-hyung is not-"

"I know, Min Min, I know," Heechul dismissed him easily. "But really Yoongi, when the heck will you accept my offer? You are just wasting your good looks if you'll not become a model. You've got so much potential-"

"But really, Heechul-hyung," Yoongi interupted him, "you've also got good-looks. Maybe you should stop annoying me with your offers and be a model yourself instead. The urge to sleep gets stronger every time you give me those offers so no thanks," he said dryly.

Yoongi suspected that Heechul was about to sass him but was not able to do so because a woman approached them and greeted Heechul. Yoongi recognized her from one of Jimin's previous photo shoots.

"Heechul! I found you! And oh, hi Park Jimin."

Jimin bowed his head respectfully.

"By the way, the girl who's supposed to be Jimin's partner in this photoshoot unexpectedly got ill. We'll be substituting Cheon Eunha instead since she's the only female model who's present here in the building right now," the woman said.

Yoongi froze. Cheon Eunha?

Yoongi quickly turned his head to Jimin, and expectedly, the younger boy paled and his eyes widened. Heechul did not need to be told to understand what was happening to Jimin.

"Aren't there any other models?" Hecchul said, thankfully jumping unto Jimin's rescue. This guy might be a little too sassy for Yoongi's stamina, but he knew very well that Heechul cared sincerely for Jimin and would protect him at all times.

The woman frowned and shook his head. "There's no one else. Why, what's wrong with Eunha?"

Yoongi scowled. Eunha was Jimin's ex-girlfriend whom he was so questioningly in love with and broke his heart because she chose someone else who was also a model and was 'more famous' than Jimin. Well, fuck them. Of course Jimin wouldn't be that famous, this was just his part time job. His Jiminie was not even taking this whole thing seriously and still he managed to be so good at it.

"Can't I just contact one of my female models, then? Did you already inform Eunha?" Heechul asked, face formed in an unusual frown.

The woman shook her head. "I haven't told her yet. Well, if you really insist, then I'll let you find a female model. We need someone cute, really cute. And uh, looks good paired with Jimin. But remember Heechul, the CEO of the company is visiting so we can't delay things around here. You've only got thirty minutes to find one, and if there's still no model after that, I'll have to get Eunha."

Heechul nodded, then flashed a flirtatious smile before thanking the woman. When the woman finally left, he whipped around and turned to Jimin, eyes wide.

"Park Jimin!"

"W-what?!" Jimin answered, eyes panicked.

"We have a huge problem here."

Yoongi pursed his lips. "What's the problem?" he asked, noticing that his own voice was deeper than usual.

"I lied. I have no female models. I only handle male ones," Heechul said, arms crossing.  "We need to find a female model ASAP."

Jimin frowned, face contorted into distress. "What should we do...?"

His manager gazed at him, face full of empathy. Yoongi was honestly a bit shocked. This expression was not often seen on the man's face. "Can you handle working with Eunha? I mean, it's already been a month, right?"

"I..." Jimin pursed his lips. Yoongi knew what was going on his mind. Jimin hated being a burden to other people and he probably was thinking of lying and telling Heechul that he would be okay and that there's no need to hassle.

Yoongi knew better, though, and before Jimin could say what he was going to say, Yoongi interrupted him. "You can't even handle passing by her in the restaurant, Jimin. You'll probably just feel uncomfortable and won't be able to project well. I know you are professional and that you're good at this, but I don't want you forcing yourself. And anyway, that girl will just think that you did this all on purpose because you are still after her. I don't want her thinking that you'll do anything just to get her back, Jimin. What she'd done was enough."

Heechul and Jimin were silent the whole time he was speaking. Both were staring at him, though. Heechul got this spark of amusement in his eyes and a subtle smile on his lips that Yoongi didn't feel comfortable with. Jimin, on the other hand, was blinking repeatedly, as if he couldn't believe what Yoongi was saying.

Shit, did he go overboard?

Did Jimin see through him and now know about his feelings?

Did Yoongi finally fucked up?

All his worries faded when Jimin suddenly smiled and enveloped him in a really tight hug. Yoongi staggered backwards a bit at the force of Jimin's hug, but he still managed to hold them both upright and wrapped his arms around the younger's waist.

"Awww, thank you, hyung! That's so sweet!" Jimin exclaimed, in which Yoongi struggled to fight back a traitorous blush creeping up his cheeks.

"I'm not being sweet, I'm being realistic," Yoongi defended himself.

The two stayed like that for a few moments before Heechul cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the two.

He scowled at them. "Excuse me, lovebirds. I know that you two actually look good together and maybe you should get married," he said dryly, though a small smirk was hiding behind those lips. "But before that happens, how about let us first look for a female model because, in case you forget, we only have thirty minutes."

Jimin detached himself from Yoongi with a giggle. "Where will we find one, then?"

Heechul placed his hands on his waist and narrowed his eyes as he thought. Yoongi, too, was thinking hard as he tightened his grip to the paper bag that contained Jimin's body necessities. Where could they find a model? Maybe they should just look for a pretty girl outside and beg her to be the substitute model? Wait, maybe they could bribe someone? But shit, he only brought a bit money.

Yoongi was thinking deeply when he noticed Heechul's serious gaze now directed at him. The guy's eyebrows were furrowed, seeming like to accuse Yoongi of something.

Yoongi blinked at him. "What? I don't know anyone. I'll help but I can't refer anyone. I barely have any female frie-"

"No," Heechul cut him off, tilting his head and contemplating Yoongi with a deep stare. "Actually...I think you'll look good as a girl..."

"What...?"

And then, as if signaling for all of Yoongi's nightmares to come true, Heechul slowly smiled wickedly at him. "Yoongi, you'd do anything for Jimin, right? Anything, right?"

He didn't need to be a genius (which he already was anyway) to know that whatever was inside Heechul's head was a threat to his dignified and well-ordered life. He knew that he should say a big NO and run away now, preferably migrate to a different country where Kim Heechul didn't exist.

But well, despite being the world's greatest genius, he was still but a fool who's in love with his best friend.

"Yes, I'll do anything but-"

Yoongi was not even done with his words when Heechul grabbed his hand and dragged him, pushing him inside a room. Jimin followed, eyeing them curiously.

"Sit," Heechul commanded, pointing at the chair beside Yoongi.

Yoongi blinked at him.

He did not sit.

Jimin went to stand beside Yoongi and wrapped his hands unto the older's arm. "Heechul-hyung, what are planning to do?"

"Well, if we can't find a female model. We'll just have to create one," Heechul said, his eyes trained on Yoongi.

Wait, did he just mean-?

Yoongi would now be officially declaring that Kim Heechul was mad. Like, so fucking mad. Insane. Crazy. Out of his mind. Lunatic. Whatever you call it, he's all that.

Because seriously, Yoongi was like, the most swag-blessed person in the entire universe and yet this man in here wanted to make him a girl? That's the most swagless thing that could ever befall such a handsome man like Min Yoongi.

Jimin seemed to think the opposite, though. "But hyung! Remember that time when you lost in a bet and dressed as a maid? You really looked cute that time!"

"No."

"But hyung..."

"Look Chim, I'll try to find a way to get you a female model but I will not be that female model. I also have a dignity, you know," Yoongi said, face scowling at Jimin.

"Yoongi," Heechul spoke up, "We don't have any more time. We need someone who's cute and looks good to be paired with Jimin. I don't know about you but I think you qualify all of those."

"I'm not cute," Yoongi said sulkily, looking away so he wouldn't see Jimin's pout. It was his damn weakness.

Jimin was now hugging him from the side and had his head leaned on Yoongi's shoulder. "Hyung, please... It will be just this once. You yourself said that you don't want me to shoot with Eunha. And also..."

"And also what?"

"I also want to know how it is to shoot with you. I've always wondered what it would be if you were a model. You'll probably be so handsome in all your pictures, hyung," Jimin said with a shy voice, burying his face into the crook of Yoongi's neck.

"Except that I'll be a fucking girl, so no, not handsome at all."

"But you'll be beautiful!" Jimin pushed, sounding like he had never been so sure in his entire life.

"No."

"Hyung..."

"No, Jimin."

"Hyung..." Jimin purred once more, his cute voice doing some chaotic bullshit inside Yoongi's mind, nerves, heart, and stomach. "Syubie-hyung..."

Nope, he would not be agreeing to this madness.

He would not be agreeing.

No.

No.

NO.

"Fine, damn it."

"Yey!" Jimin cheered. "I knew you'd relent, hyung. So, what should we do now" he said, turning to Heechul with a big smile plastered on his face, his eyeballs long gone.

Heechul merely smiled and and opened a drawer which contained a series of blocks with colors that Yoongi was knowledgeable enough to recognize as make-up.

He sighed.

How did his life ended up like this?

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

"You should be sure about this, Jimin, or else..." the photographer said with a mock-strict voice as he watched Jimin being done with his make-up.

"Of course I am, hyung. She's really pretty, that female model that we were able to contact," Jimin said with closed eyes as he felt the ticklish sensation of the brush on his face.

After Yoongi finally agreed, Jimin got called out of the room by the make-up noonas because he needed his make-up to be done already and to change his clothes to the ones that they need for the photo shoot.

Heechul told him the made-up story he created to cover the fact that Yoongi was a boy. After they planned it well—even with the help of his Yoongi-hyung, Jimin bid them goodbye and went to the dressing room for the male models.

The last time he saw his hyung, he was being powdered by Heechul on his face. The scowl on Yoongi's face was so heartfelt that Jimin couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. He wondered what would be the result of this mischief of theirs.

"Is she one of Heechul's models?"

Jimin shrugged a bit, taking care not to move his body too much since the noona was still doing his make-up. "She's not really a model, but she's really pretty and she quickly agreed to help me out."

"Hmmm, could this girl be your girlfriend, Jiminie?"

Jimin was silent, thinking. "Secret."

He heard the photographer laugh. "Well, where is this mysterious girl now?"

"She's in the dressing room for the female models, of course. Heechul is doing her make-up."

"Heechul? But how about the noona that was supposed to do her make-up?"

"I already told the noona that Heechul would be the one to do her make-up. And anyway, he already knows what's the theme and the clothes that she should wear. Heechul-hyung could handle it," Jimin said, feeling pleased as he was able to smoothly put in the excuse that they managed to create earlier.

"Well, Heechul was a make-up artist before he became a manager. He's like a veteran already," the photographer said, laughing merrily when he said the word 'veteran'.

"Heechul-hyung would really kill you if he'll found out that you said that," Jimin said as the noona stepped back, her job done already. Jimin stood up and stretched, heading to the changing area to change into the clothes that he'd be wearing.

When he arrived there, a cool and pristine school uniform was hanging. He smiled. So his Yoongi-hyung would be wearing a school uniform as well. Least to say, Jimin was more than excited on what his hyung would look.

After he changed into the outfit and checked himself about a hundred times already, he finally went out and headed to the room where Heechul was doing some unknown magic. The shooting would be starting five minutes from now. He just hoped that they were already done.

He knocked at the door, hearing a loud "Who's that?" that he knew was his manager's voice.

"Yoongi-hyung's Park Chim Chim!" Jimin screamed back.

The door opened and he was met by a widely smiling Heechul, eyeing him from head to toe. "Looking good, Jiminie. You and Yoonji would look perfect together."

Yoonji?

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows at this as Heechul pulled him inside the room. He was about to ask who the heck Yoonji was when a deep voice muttered behind him.

"The fucking bra feels so weird! How could girls even wear this everyday?! I'm so thankful I've been born with a hotdog and balls."

The younger boy whipped around in reflex, hearing his dearest Yoongi-hyung's voice.

His jaw fell.

"What?" Yoongi, who looked nothing like Yoongi but at the same time so much like Yoongi, asked as he glared at Jimin, his eyes averting elsewhere. Jimin wondered if the blush on his face was caused by the make-up or by embarrassment.

"U-uh..." Jimin stammered, slowly moving towards his hyung that looked utterly beautiful. Like seriously, Jimin had never seen a girl so cute and so damn attractive as...him. Wow, and it just had to be a boy, and it just had to be his best friend.

As the younger boy gazed at the person in front of him, he couldn't help but take one more step closer. Yoongi was wearing a black wig that framed his small face, falling just slightly above his shoulders. He was also wearing a female student uniform in partner with Jimin's own outfit.

The make-up Heechul did was simple but enough to make Yoongi look so fucking cute. His hyung's grumpy face only made him cuter.

"Hyung, you're so beautiful..." Jimin heard himself whisper, hands coming up to caress his hyung's face, which he later pinched lightly.

The older boy predictably swatted his hand away, scowling even more. "I better be because it's not easy wearing this damn skirt," he huffed.

This made Jimin laugh as he looked down at the skirt that the older boy was wearing, noticing the perfect-looking girlish legs that would surely make any other guys turn if only it was not clad in a pair of knee-high black socks.

"Whoa, hyung! Your legs look so... Are you sure you're a guy?" However, this remark of his only received a light smack on the head as his hyung snorted.

"You know very well that my legs look better than SNSD's," Yoongi said, smirking haughtily.

Heechul cleared his throat and tapped one foot impatiently. "Yah, Park Jimin! Stop ogling Yoonji there, the shooting is about to start. We don't want anyone getting a boner here! It will be obvious in the pictures."

This made Jimin blush hard, his eyes glaring childishly at his manager. Because really, that was too much! And very, very embarrassing. He was not even surprised when he heard a chuckling near him, because of course, Yoongi would laugh at him. Aish.

"Whatever, hyung," he retorted lamely. Jimin turned to face Yoongi and flashed another smile as he wrapped one arm around the grumpy old man's shoulder (who didn't really look like a grandpa anymore). "Let's go now, Yoonji. I can't wait to introduce you to photographer-nim."

Yoongi sulkily allowed Jimin to lead him outside the room. As they were about to open the door, Heechul shouted. "Yoongi! You're walk. We've talked about this. Walk like a girl."

"Don't want to."

"Aish, Min Yoongi!"

"No."

"This is for Jimin, remember?" Heechul said, voice daring Yoongi to retort.

Jimin stared in amusement as his hyung sighed in surrender. "I'll try to walk neutrally, but don't expect me to walk like a girl because I really can't do that."

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Yoongi could feel Jimin's hand on his shoulder tighten a bit when they entered the studio, and with a very proud smile that made Yoongi want to punch his face, he introduced him to the photographer.

"Hyung! This is Yoonji, the girl I was talking about?"

The photographer, who was busy doing something with his camera, looked up, gazed at Jimin for a second, then turned his eyes at Yoongi.

Yoongi winced. Why? Because the damn photographer was gawking at him right now, his jaw hanging open and openly inviting mosquitoes in. Yoongi knew that he did look relatively attractive as a girl, but this was too much.

Yoongi groaned inwardly again.

Ugh, this was so disgusting. Did the photographer just give him a flirty smile?

Somebody save him.

"Yoonji, is it? Wow, Jimin kept on saying that you really look cute, but I didn't know that you're this gorgeous. I'm- I'm Choi Siwon, by the way," the photographer said, his smile getting wider as he put out his hand for Yoongi to shake. Yoongi felt like puking.

But he was the photographer, and that meant Yoongi had no choice but to shake his hand. He had come all the way to this and he was not backing out just because of a flirting boy that was not Jimin.

He shook hands with the photographer, feeling Jimin's stare at their joined hands. And with a smile that looked more like a grimace, Jimin wrapped his arms possessively around Yoongi and said, "Uh, I think we should start the photoshoot now, hyung."

The photographer laughed and shook his head. "Someone's getting jealous, hmm? Tell the truth, Jimin, she's your girlfriend, isn't she?" he said with a smirk on his face as he gazed at Jimin with eyes full of mirth.

"That's a secret, hyung," Jimin answered teasingly while winking. Yoongi rolled his eyes at this. "By the way, Yoonji is kinda boyish and it's her first time doing a photoshoot so please be light to her, hyung."

"I'm always kind to ladies as pretty as this, Jimin."

They started with the photoshoot immediately. The two of them were made to stand at the middle of the studio that was decorated as a classroom. It was really awkward and Yoongi was not at all comfortable. Like, really really not comfortable. Super not comfortable.

"Hug her from the back. Look sweet and cuddly," the photographer instructed.

Jimin did as he was told, settling his chin on Yoongi's shoulder. He whispered to Yoongi's ear. "Hyung, you're too stiff. Relax, I got this."

The older boy felt a strong urge to punch this smiling boy behind him. It was definitely not easy. How could he relax if Jimin was all over him?! It's common for the both of them, of course.

Jimin was a cuddly little thing and the two of them had spent half of their lifetime cuddling each other since they've been best friends for as long as Yoongi could remember.

But things were a whole lot different when somebody was taking a picture of them and when YOONGI WAS DRESSED AS A SHITTING GIRL. That's so so so not swaeg. Hip hop died today. He was certain of it.

Despite all the complains he had on his mind, Yoongi still relented, trying hard to relax. They did more poses like Jimin kissing his cheek, Jimin looking at him lovingly, Jimin pinning him to the wall and looking at his eyes intently (in which Yoongi felt like his heart would combust any moment), and even Jimin carrying him piggyback.

Yoongi often glared at Jimin because heck, the brat was enjoying this way too much. He kept on saying that he was just hyper because it's not all the time that he got to be paired up with a pretty girl, but Yoongi knew that he was hyper simply because he enjoyed teasing the older boy.

In all of those pictures, Yoongi tried to smile naturally. It was hard at first, and everything he did was forced. He was even sure that his actions were all boyish instead of lady-like.

The photographer didn't say anything about it, though, thanks to Jimin's made up story that he explained to the photographer.

Later on, Yoongi slowly became comfortable with the whole shit. Even suggesting poses by whispering to Jimin (he couldn't speak because his voice was too deep to be called as lady-like).

Yoongi's personal favorite was the one in which he and Jimin were rubbing each other's nose. Awww, they probably looked so cute. Yoongi firmly believed that if Jimin was not straight, they would've been a perfect couple.

Soon enough, the photo shoot finally ended, to Yoongi's great relief. The photographer congratulated both of them, teased Jimin a little more, then shooed them away.

Both boys were laughing as they went out of the studio.

Jimin stared at him once again, like what he'd been doing the entire time earlier. There was something in his eyes and Yoongi needed to look away. He couldn't bear to see that look at Jimin, especially when he only had that look when Yoongi was a girl.

Why couldn't he look at him that way when he was himself, a simple but talented young man? Maybe Yoongi was ugly, or just not handsome enough to make Jimin just a little bent at the tip.

"Hyung, you're so beautiful. Like, seriously," he said as he wrapped his arm around Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "I know. You've been saying that again and again."

"But really hyung. Why didn't you have a sister?  I would've married her."

"Well, you don't have any other choice. You only have me to suffer with in this midget life of yours."

Jimin laughed, his sweet voice penetrating inside Yoongi's heart.

Aish. This was getting out of hand. He pledged to himself that he'll remove this make-up and change into a decent set of clothes the moment they reach Jimin's dressing room.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

As they were still walking along the hallway towards the dressing room, Jimin tightened his hold on Yoongi's shoulder and pulled him closer, enjoying the strawberry scented perfume Heechul used on him. Yoongi wiggled, face irritated.

"I'm not a fucking girl, Jimin. I don't need you to gather me in your arms as if I'm a shitting damsel in distress."

The younger boy laughed. Of course his hyung would say that. "But I need to protect you, hyung. Many guys are looking your way because you're too beautiful."

And it was true, many of the guys they met along the way unabashedly stared at Yoongi, their eyes looking like they were stripping off Yoongi's clothes one by one inside their minds. Jimin scowled.

He knew that Yoongi was a guy and that he shouldn't be worrying about these things, but he couldn't help it. Jimin didn't think on it too much, though, because he's already used to feeling like this.

Ever since they were kids until they grew up, Jimin would always feel possessive towards Yoongi if anyone stared at him, may it be a boy or a girl. This was probably because they grew up together and were stuck to the hips.

"I don't need to be protected, Jimin. I should probably remind you that I was the one who punched all those bullies who made you cry," Yoongi said, flipping his hair obnoxiously when a guy wolf-whistled at him.

Jimin rolled his eyes, both at his hyung's statement and at his action. "I was just a kid then."

"Yeah. A very wimpy kid and an international cry baby."

Jimin side-hugged Yoongi, making the older boy almost trip because they were in the middle of walking along the halls of the building. Jimin hugged tighter, the tip of his nose rubbing against the cheek of his hyung.

Yoongi scowled.

"Aish, what is this? Go away," Yoongi groaned.

"But hyung! You're so cute today. It's not all the time that I get to see you like this," Jimin said as he proceeded to bury his face in the crook of his hyung's neck, even more bathing himself with the lingering strawberry scent.

Jimin felt Yoongi's voice box vibrate as he heard his hyung grumble in a low voice, "Aish, this kid."

The younger only laughed, enjoying the feel of warmth emanating from his hyung. His hyung looked so cold outside, but they didn't have any idea how warm he was. Only Jimin knew. And maybe the rest of their dorm mates, whatever. But Jimin was the only one who could cuddle with hyung so they didn't count.

He was still snugly rubbing his nose against his hyung's neck when he felt him freeze. The younger boy frowned and lifted his head up to ask what's wrong, only to find Yoongi gazing sternly far off. Jimin followed the direction of his gaze.

It was Eunha.

She was standing right there with a friend, frozen on her tracks as she raised one eyebrow so high that it almost went past her head. Jimin swallowed.

He was not even aware that he was still firmly wrapped around Yoongi.

"Hi, Jiminie," Eunha said after a long awkward silence, walking forward towards Jimin and giving him a sweet smile. She glanced at Yoongi.

"H-hey...."

Shit. Why did he sound so weak? Jimin hated it. He hated himself.

"It's been a long time. How have you been?"

Jimin dared to look at her in the eye. He would not be weak, not when his hyung was here beside him. "More than fine. How about you?"

"Same here." Her eyes then turned to Yoongi, eyeing him curiously. "Why don't you introduce me to your friend?"

There was a moment of panic, then of hesitation, and just out of plain stupidity, Jimin blurted out, "This is Yoonji, my girlfriend."

He could practically hear Yoongi planning his murder, he was so sure of that. Jimin couldn't be more thankful on the fact that Eunha had never met Yoongi yet, or she'd know. This was a whole lot of messed up shit, but he didn't have a choice. He started it himself.

"We just finished a photo shoot. We're actually heading back to the dressing rooms to change," Jimin said, flashing a smile at Eunha as he stood up properly from his previous position of side-hugging Yoongi. He kept one arm wrapped around the older boy, though. "Good to see you around here again," he added, in which Eunha nodded with a smile that was obviously fake.

He and Yoongi continued walking after Jimin bid his goodbye at Eunha and her friend, Yoongi also allowing a polite smile for them. They looked relaxed as they walked, but the moment they turned the corner, they both quickened their pace as if escaping a horrid monster.

"Yah!" Yoongi complained once they entered the dressing room.

"Sorry, hyung!" he immediately apologized, eyes wide. "I didn't know what happened! It just suddenly came out of my mouth!"

"Well, it just proves that you really haven't moved on, Chim."

"No, of course not. It was just that-"

"Jimin." Yoongi's voice was stern. That meant no messing around and just listen. "Why did you tell her that I'm your girlfriend? It's because you desperately wanted to make her see that you've moved on, right? Or maybe it's because you wanted to make her jealous?"

"No..."

Yoongi took off his wig and grabbed a tissue to hastily remove his make-up, barely doing it successfully, before turning to Jimin again. "Chim Chim, look at me," he ordered, voice deep but calm.

Jimin did. It was kind of hard to take his hyung seriously since he was still wearing a school uniform and his make-up was a mess with his failed attempt to take it off, but the look in his eyes made Jimin shiver. He was dead serious.

"I understand that it's hard for you, and I'm not scolding you for this one. But you clearly haven't moved on yet, if the stuttering and panic was anything to go by. I'm not saying that you still have feelings for her, I just think that wanting to prove something, to prove that you've moved on even though it's quite the opposite, meant that the pain is still there."

Jimin nodded, feeling ashamed. Yoongi was right. It still hurt. And he was definitely right again when he said that Jimin wanted to prove something.

"You're right, hyung." Jimin hugged the older boy again, in which said older boy immediately wrapped his arms around him as if Jimin was a fragile vase.

He was sad, but being enveloped in his hyung's arms was enough to make him happy and safe all over again.

•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•

It had been two weeks since hiphop died for a few hours. Yoongi would rather forget that disgusting experience of having to dress as a girl, but as he now watched at the eye-cringing display in front of him, he's not really sure which was more disgusting.

Who would've thought that Jin and Namjoon would result to a very sappy and vomit-worthy couple?

Yoongi scowled for the tenth time that day.

Jin was sitting on the lap of Namjoon, feeding the younger boy with the pasta that he himself made. Ever since the two became together, they had been nothing but the epitome of sappiness.

Yoongi was starting to regret having encouraged Namjoon in his plan to confess to Jin. Look what happened, the mom and dad of the family were fully doing inappropriate public display of affection in front of the children. Tsk, tsk.

Not just that, Taehyung and Jungkook were also making out. On the couch. Beside him.

"Should I vomit now?" Yoongi drawled.

Apparently, Jungkook heard. "You're the one to talk, hyung. You and Jimin-hyung are way worse, if you must know. You two are like, glued to each other for twenty four hours a day. If there's anyone who should vomit, it would be Hobi-hyung."

Yoongi gave him a dry stare. "I don't know, Kookie. Are you seeing Jimin anywhere near me now?" he said, happy to point out that they were not exactly twenty four hours together.

A second later, Jimin's shouting voice was heard from his room. "Yoongi-hyung! Come here, I need to tell you something!"

Jungkook smirked, his eyes screaming 'I told you so'.

He gave Jungkook the middle finger before lazily standing up and heading to Jimin's room. When he arrived there, the boy was comfortably rolling around his bed as he held his phone up.

Jimin smiled when he saw him and scooted over to give him space on the bed. Yoongi did not waste any more moment and did the second most favorite thing in the world, lying down. The first one was cuddling with Jimin, which what had followed as the younger immediately sprawled his body on top of Yoongi, covering almost half of Yoongi's body with his own arm and legs. His head found its usual spot on Yoongi's chest, and the younger boy began talking.

"Hyung, remember Lee Sungmin?"

"Yeah, that male model friend of yours?"

"He texted me to ask if it's true that the pretty girl was my girlfriend. Aish! It's the tenth time now that someone asked. Hyung, am I really that ugly that no one believes I have a beautiful girlfriend?" Jimin whined, pouting at him.

Yoongi raised one eyebrow at this.

For some odd reason, the news spread that Jimin already had a new girlfriend. Many of his co-model friends were asking him about this. Why? Because for some more odd reason, Yoonji became really famous among the models and staff in the company where Jimin worked as part-time model. It was like a good rumour that spread widely but would not die quickly.

"You're not ugly, I'm just too pretty for your cute ass," Yoongi said with a smirk.

Unsurprisingly, Jimin threw a pillow at his face. "Shut up, hyung." The younger then climbed even more on top of Yoongi until he was almost making Yoongi his mattress. He was quite heavy, but Yoongi couldn't complain.

There was silence for awhile as Yoongi ran his fingers through the younger's hair, eyes falling close as he felt sleep tugging unto him. He could feel Jimin's even breathing, and that alone could easily lull him to sleep.

"Hyung?" Jimin's hesitant voice came.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"What is it?"

There was another moment of silence before Jimin finally answered. "Promise me first that you won't get angry."

Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed, one eye opening to glance at the boy. "Why would I get angry?"

"Aish, just promise me, hyung!" the younger whined as he lifted his face to look at his hyung better. He pouted at him.

Yoongi sighed.

Well of course, he would pout at him. Jimin knew well that Yoongi couldn't resist his pout.

"I promise. Now, what is it?"

The younger looked hesitant for awhile before continuing. "They will be having a farewell party for the CEO of the company. And umm...they invited me and asked if...my girlfriend could come with me?"

"Easy. Tell them she won't be able to go."

"B-but hyung!" Jimin wailed, now sitting up to face Yoongi better. "They said that they would only believe if I would bring her. Plus... Eunha would be there too."

Of course, Eunha.

"So you'll just use me to make her jealous? No thanks, Chim. Tell them you can't go, that you have diarrhea."

Jimin looked hopeless by this point. "It's not to make her jealous, hyung. It's just... I want to prove to her that I'm over her. Hyung, please..."

"Jimin, we already talked about this-"

"But hyung~" Jimin whined even more, shifting on the bed and crawling up until his face was just inches from Yoongi. "I don't have feelings for her anymore, okay? I just want to make her see that I've moved on. Hyung, I'll do anything! Please!"

Jimin then pouted, his face hovering over Yoongi's so closely that he could feel the younger's breathing. And of course, the pout. He just had to pout when he knew very well that it was Yoongi's weakness.

"Fine, but you're doing something in return, hear that kid?" he said, lifting one hand up to lightly hit Jimin on the head. The younger boy only laughed as his head fell unto Yoongi's shoulder, burying his face to the crook of the older's neck.

"Thank you, hyung," Jimin whispered, making Yoongi shiver with the hot puffs of the younger's breath hitting his neck.

They stayed like that for minutes until both boys fell asleep.

•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•

Nothing but a dark scowl was set upon Yoongi's face.

They were now at the party and it was quite clear that his hyung was quite unhappy. Very unhappy actually.

Jimin was laughing so hard inside, but of course, he couldn't show it, lest his friends would notice something weird. Instead, he just shook his head and snuggled his hyung closer for the sake of teasing him. Least to say, Jimin was enjoying this.

Very much.

"Hyung, you're so beautiful. I kind of want to kiss you on the cheek. Why is that?" Jimin whispered sweetly, teasing the older. It was not all for teasing though, because well, it was kinda true. Kinda.

Yoongi was dressed so beautifully. He was wearing a yellow turtle neck top and skinny jeans that accentuated the curve of his legs. His make-up was also nicely done by Hoseok which surprised everyone with his hidden talents in doing make-up.

When the others found out about the whole Yoonji thing, they burst into laughter and did not hesitate to be supportive, overly supportive even. This made his dear Yoongi-hyung pissed off even more.

The clothes he was now wearing were bought by Jin and Namjoon specifically for him. Jungkook was the one who went through pain and sufferings just to find a wig that looked like the one Yoongi had used the first time. Hoseok, of course, did his make-up.

And Taehyung... Well, he kidnapped Yoongi, tied him to the faucet in their kitchen, and forced him to listen to his 'legendary' teachings on how to act like a lady.

Yoongi mercilessly kicked him on the crotch the moment he was freed.

Despite all that hassle though, everything had been done perfectly. Why perfect? Because what was in front of him was nothing but perfection. Jimin had just realized this but...female Yoongi was actually his type of girl. Like, seriously.

"Hyung~" Jimin purred, hugging Yoongi closer to him and inhaling his girly scent—Jimin actually preferred Yoongi's original perfume. He was whispering the whole while to avoid anyone hearing him call his supposed girlfriend 'hyung'.

Yoongi sighed, clearly uncomfortable with his arms loosely hanging around Jimin's shoulder and with Jimin's hand protectively holding the small of his back. He was even exhibiting proper posture. Indeed, Taehyung's teachings were very effective.

Jimin really appreciated that his hyung was putting so much effort on acting like a girl. Ever since they arrived in the venue, everyone was staring at both of them, and Jimin was very sure that his Yoongi-hyung was barely enjoying the attention.

Still, his hyung had successfully acted properly, although not that girly.

The younger boy would not tell anyone, especially his hyung, that one of his friends whispered to him awhile ago that 'Yoonji' looked so hot because aside from being really attractive, her aura was fierce and strict.

Of course, Jimin was happy that they mistook Yoongi's struggle to act like a girl and obviouly boyish movements as fierce, but he was barely happy to know that many of them were turned on by this. Ugh. Couldn't they just mind their own business?!

"Aish, I'm so gonna kill you for this," Yoongi whispered as the party slowly became crowded and a slow music started playing. Jimin wrapped his arms around the older's waist and settled his chin on the other boy's shoulder.

He heard Yoongi hufff, clearly unhappy with the fact that he needed to slump unto Jimin and act like a lady enjoying her boyfriend's embrace. "This should be the other way around, ugh," he heard Yoongi whisper.

"What do you mean by that, hyung?" Jimin laughed out, pulling back a bit so that he was face to face with his scowling hyung. He was not able to hear the response because a few of his friends approached them, all wearing knowing smirks.

"Aww, what a cute couple we have here," Jaehwa remarked, giving Jimin a suggestive look.

Jimin felt Yoongi stiffen in his arms. Hugging the older boy a bit tighter to calm him, Jimin flashed an equally playful smile to his friends. Yoongi's back was turned to them and only Jimin could see their faces. The older boy probably felt very awkward with their position.

One of them, Hyunki, glanced at the figure of Yoongi before looking at Jimin in the eyes and smiling teasingly. "Of course, our cute Jimin here will be the one to catch the best fish. Why don't you introduce us to your girlfriend?"

The boy sighed. There's no getting out of this.

It seemed like his hyung was thinking the same because he himself slowly detached from Jimin's hug and turned to face Jimin's friends. Surprisingly, his face was not scowling even though Jimin was more than sure that deep inside, he was feeling nothing but annoyance. Yoongi blinked, flashing a small grin to them.

Shit, he's so cute.

Jimin couldn't be more thankful that his friends from the modeling agency did not know Yoongi. Even though his hyung was always with him during his photo shoots, he never went with Jimin every time he would go out with his friends or with his girlfriend.

Yoongi had always been the aloof type, ever since they were young, and Jimin had long learned the consequences of forcing Yoongi to come with him when he would hang out with his other friends.

No one could describe how thankful Jimin was for the aloof personality of his dearly beloved hyung. It came handy at times like these.

He wrapped a protective arm around Yoongi's waist before starting to introduce his pretty girlfriend. He was honestly proud, might this be real or not. "Yoonji-ah, this is Sungmin, Jaehwa, and that ugly frog is Hyunki. Guys, this is my girlfriend, Min Yoonji."

The three idiots waved their hands, in which Yoongi responded with a smile.

Yoongi was just there, smiling at his friends, and yet Jimin couldn't help but feel a fluttery sensation inside his stomach at the realization that his hyung was so freaking beautiful. Attractive. Handsome. Hot.

"Earth to Jimin!" one of his friends was shouting.

Jimin blinked rapidly, snapping out of his reverie, and turned to his chuckling friends.

"Wow, Jimin, the way you stare at your girlfriend..." Sungmin struggled to speak as he clutched his stomach with how much he was laughing.

"What?" Jimin asked self-conciously. He was not that comfortable with his friends laughing at him, in front of his Yoongi-hyung of all people.

Sungmin's laughter finally subsided, only leaving a wide smile in its wake. His eyes twinkled as he said, "Nah, you just looked like you'll literally give the moon to her if she just asked for it. Tsk, man, you are in so deep."

The boy blushed deeply at this as he looked away, struggling to look at anyone straight in the eye. He unconsciously tightened his grip on Yoongi's waist. "Aish, you guys are so cruel to me."

"And wait, Jimin, you have the same height as her? She's not even wearing heels!" Jaehwa teased, pointing at their heads that were admittedly leveled.

Of course, it would be his height. Jimin was barely surprised anymore.

"Yoonji-ssi, why did you even choose this midget? You're too pretty for his short legs," Jaehwa continued. Jimin felt his hyung tense a bit, probably feeling offended in behalf of Jimin. His hyung always teased him for his height, but when Jimin would receive a similar teasing from others, and Yoongi would feel like it was already too much or past the boundaries, he would always step in and murder those people using his venomous words.

There was even one time that it ended up with Yoongi having a cut on his lower lip and getting called to the Principal's Office.

Jimin knew this frown that was now present on his hyung's face. Yoongi was already about to open his mouth, but Jimin was, thankfully, quicker and interrupted. His hyung shouldn't even speak in the first place, unless they planned to scare his friends away with his deep and obviously male voice.

"Aish, don't you guys have better things to do? I just saw Heechul-hyung pass by, why don't you annoy him, instead?" Jimin said as he secretly pinched Yoongi's side lightly to remind him that he shouldn't speak.

Hyunki snorted at him. "Let your girlfriend speak, Jimin. You're the one who has been speaking the whole time. We also wanna hear her voice, you know."

"B-but, her voice is slightly hoarse because her throat is not feeling well," Jimin reasoned, and was thankfully backed up by Yoongi nodding his head.

His friends nodded understandingly as well, their eyes turning to where Heechul was. They're finally leaving, whew.

"Well then, get well soon, Yoonji," Jaehwa said as they were about to leave. But before they completely left, he still managed to insert a few more teasing words. "But in case you change your mind about cute midgets and decide to go for tall and handsome ones, I'll always be available," he said jokingly, winking like the idiot he was.

Yoongi did not respond in words, but instead, shook his head in a manner of saying 'no, thanks', then proceeded to wrap his arms around Jimin's waist and laid his head on Jimin's shoulder comfortably. The sweet smile on Yoongi's face made Jimin's heart skip a beat.

"Aww, looks like she'll prefer cute midgets more than anything. Give it up, Jae," Sungmin said.

Jaehwa clutched his chest in a mock-hurt gesture. "Ouch. I've been rejected. I'm used to it anyway. Bye now, see you two later."

And with that, they walked off, greeting the other guests along the way. Jimin sighed.

"Those three are really a bunch of idiots. I'm younger than them so they bully me all the time," Jimin explained, leaning his head on Yoongi's that was settled on his shoulder.

"Seriously, this should be the other way around," Yoongi complained for the second time that night. Jimin was still confused what he meant by this.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Yoongi was, obviously, not enjoying this cross-dressing thing. He was Min Yoongi, for shit's sake. He's the very epitome of swag.

But look at him now, so far from swag and too pretty for this world.

Well, if Yoongi would be suffering for the rest of the night, he might as well make the most of his situation and hug his Jiminie as much as he could. And maybe also inhale his scent while his at it, and roam his hands around his body, and maybe even kiss his cheek many times.

Life was just a matter of fair share; he got a handful of shit for dressing up as a girl and he also got a handful of good shit for being able to be close Jimin as if he really was his boyfriend.

Yep, fair share.

Jimin was currently talking to some other girl that approached them just a few minutes ago. They were talking about the recent trends in fashion and Yoongi really couldn't come to care at all. He just looked around with a bored expression as Jimin held his hands.

Yoongi sighed. Jimin's hand had always been warm.

After they talked, the younger boy faced him and flashed his usual bright smile that never failed to make Yoongi's heart beat faster. "You look like you want to go home now, hyung," he said while laughing.

"I look like that because I really do feel like that, brat," Yoongi deadpanned.

This made Jimin laugh even more, his slightly high-pitched chuckles doing unnecessary things to Yoongi's stomach. "What should I do to make you feel happy, then?"

Mmm, nice question. Maybe hit your head hard and wake up realizing that you're actually not that straight? I don't know, maybe also hit your head hard again and suddenly realize that you like me more than just a best friend? Yep, that would be good. That would certainly make me happy.

"I'll be really happy if we'll finally sit. We've been standing here for one thousand years now," Yoongi complained, the pain very evident on his face.

Wrapping his arms around Yoongi's slumped figure, Jimin replied. "We're standing here because you refused to walk further. Didn't you say that you don't want to walk that long path towards where the chairs are because it's too tiring to try to walk like a girl? And anyway, we've been staying here the whole time because you don't want to move so much and to meet other people, right?"

Point taken.

Yoongi sighed.

He hated it when Jimin was right.

"Fine."

"Awww, hyung, you're so cute!" Jimin gushed, pinching Yoongi's nose lightly

The older boy scrunched up his face and swatted his hand away, making the younger laugh even more. In Yoongi's distress, the swatted hand resorted to pinching his cheeks. And Yoongi hated being pinched on the cheek.

"Aish, stop that, you little brat," he muttered in a whispered tone, very disappointed with the fact that he was not allowed to raise his voice since it would reveal that he was actually a male.

"But hyung~~ You're soooo cute," Jimin continued on saying as he now brought his other hand up to Yoongi's face and started caressing both his cheeks.

Yoongi was not sure if he should blush or feel humiliated.

Because seriously, this should be the other way round.

He should be the one doing this to Jimin. What the heck.

He once again tried to slap Jimin's hands away while not being obvious that he was really annoyed in case someone was looking at them. "I'm serious. Stop it. You're very cute too but I don't do this to you, aish!"

"That's a lie, hyung!"

"Well, I do pinch your cheeks at times but not too much. Ugh."

"It's because you prefer to kiss me on the forehead instead."

"Exactly, I just kiss you on the forehead when you're being so adorable. I don't pinch you until your face turns into a dough. So get your hands off my face."

Jimin smiled at him, his eyes twinkling in mirth. "Do you want me to kiss you on your forehead, then, hyung?"

No, I want you to kiss me on the lips.

"No, no, no. Aish, go away. This is injustice. This should seriousl  be the other way round. Aish. Aish. Aish," Yoongi continued to complain as Jimin pouted his lips and jokingly made kissing noises. He scowled at the younger.

Instead of getting affected by the famous scowl of one Min Yoongi, Jimin only chuckled and poked his nose. Yoongi scrunched up his face for the hundredth time that day.

"Hyung, you're so cute I'm having the urge to kiss you on the cheek again. I wonder why." Jimin said as he leaned to bury his face in the crook of Yoongi's neck.

Yoongi rolled his eyes even though deep inside, his heart was doing an acrobatic flip. "Whatever, Chim. Are you like this to all your girlfriends? No wonder you're relationships did not work."

Jimin pouted and lifted his head to face Yoongi. "Hey, that's mean! And no, of course I'm not. I'm like this simply because you are my Yoongi-hyung, and therefore, I'm allowed to do anything and tease you as much as I want. That's logic hyung, why are you even asking?"

"Just you wait when I ask you for the favors you owe me, kid. I'll make sure you suffer," he threatened, which obviously did not became fruitful as the younger only nodded and smiled mockingly at him.

"You love me too much to make me suffer. We all know that."

Ugh, the cheeky brat. He was right, though.

Yoongi was about to lecture him more on the consequences of daring the great Min Yoongi when he noticed that Jimin's gaze was not directed to him anymore, but on something past his shoulder. Yoongi turned his head, curious at what was behind him.

Eunha flashed a serene smile and waved.

"Good to see you guys here," Eunha greeted as she approached, bringing a boy she was holding hands with. Probably her new boyfriend.

In Yoongi's secret delight, Jimin was not affected at all, or even looked jealous. Yoongi knew him inside out and he recognized Jimin's a bit tightened hold on his waist as nervousness, not jealousy.

"Hey," Jimin said in his usual soft voice. "Glad to see you as well. You look like you two just arrived. The party is almost finished."

Eunha blinked. "Really? But I was told that it's 11 pm."

Surprisingly, Jimin laughed. A real laugh. Looked like he finally got over with his uneasiness every time he's around his ex-girlfriend. Even Eunha was shocked to hear Jimin laugh so freely and happily.

"No, it's 8 pm. The party is only upto 12 midnight. Wee hours wild party not allowed since this is a farewell party for the CEO," Jimin explained. Yoongi flashed a smile as well to match the humored atmosphere of his supposed boyfriend.

"I can't believe they tricked me!" Eunha huffed, looking like she was genuinely pissed off. The boy she was with only looked at her with a bored expression. "But it's fine though, at least I'm with Shinhae. Oh, by the way, Jimin, this is my boyfriend, Shinhae. Shinnie, this is...my friend, Jimin." After introducing them, she proudly smiled at Jimin.

Yoongi wanted to roll his eyes so badly. Because seriously, this was just plain pathetic. It's not that he had any hard feelings towards Eunha—which he probably had anyway—but everything was just so disgusting. She looked like she was expecting Jimin to storm out in anger or something. She's practically forcing to their faces that she had a boyfriend, what with the excessive leaning of her head to the boy's shoulder and openly holding hands while they were talking.

Pathetic.

"Hi, nice to meet you. You could be a model yourself," Jimin said, offering his hand to the boy.

Shinhae smiled and accepted the hand, but his eyes were not on Jimin, but on Yoongi.

Ugh. Yoongi wanted to puke.

"Thanks. You're pretty good-looking yourself. And who's this beautiful girl you're with?"

It did not take a second before Jimin's arm that was loosely wrapped around his waist quickly flew up to wrap it around his shoulders securely, as if in a possessive gesture. "Oh, uh, this is Yoonji."

"Mmm, your girlfriend?"

Jimin's genuine smile was now stiff. "Obviously."

Sensing the turn of events, Eunha pulled her boyfriend and waved a reluctant goodbye, kissing his boyfriend soundly in front of them. The annoying couple went away with their bodies closely attached and Eunha laughing loudly even though Shinhae didn't say anything.

Yoongi scowled, his mood now ruined.

When he looked at his side, he saw Jimin staring after the two, making Yoongi even more in a bad mood.

"Jimin," Yoongi called, but the younger didn't seem to hear him.

"Aish, Jiminie," he tried calling again, but to no avail. He's definitely irritated now in a whole new level.

Impulsively, he grabbed Jimin's arm and dragged him towards the dance floor. Luckily, the music playing was slow and did not require too much body movements.

"Hyung...what are you...?"

"I'm bored. Let's dance."

Jimin looked confused but he still wrapped his arms around Yoongi's waist and swayed slowly in time with the rhythm of the song being played. Yoongi was not that happy because he'd prefer that he'd be the one to wrap his arms around Jimin's waist, but since they were in this situation, he really couldn't do anything about it. He sighed and reluctantly wrapped his arms around the younger's neck.

"What's with this sudden behavior, hyung?" Jimin asked, just as Yoongi saw Eunha pull his boyfriend towards the dance floor.

"I already told you. I'm bored."

Jimin laughed and shook his head fondly. "Wow hyung, I've never seen you willingly step your foot on a dance floor. You should get bored more often."

"Shut up," Yoongi replied curtly as he observed Eunha through his peripheral vision. He was pretty sure that she was glancing at them every now and then as she shamelessly wrapped all her limbs around her boyfriend.

Jimin, who had no idea at all since his back was turned to her, proceeded to hug Yoongi fully, resting his chin on the older boy's shoulder.

"Hyung..."

"Hmmm?"

"I was really amazed earlier," Jimin spoke almost in a whisper. "When I talked to Eunha, I didn't feel any nervousness at all. It's mostly because you're there, you know. I always feel stronger every time you're beside me, hyung."

The older boy smiled, feeling like his heart was about to burst any moment from now. Jimin was naturally like this, not afraid to show his affection and to tell his feelings. He never failed to make Yoongi feel warm, the kind of warm that you feel when you're wrapped in a thick and comfortable blanket, uncaring of the whole world because you know that you were loved.

Yes, that kind of warmth.

"Also," Jimin continued, "I tried to see if I would feel anything, if I still felt anything. I kept on looking at them and I...didn't feel anything. It's quite weird. I honestly thought that I'd feel even just a small tinge of jealousy, or just anything, really. But there was nothing..."

Yoongi felt himself smile. But don't get him wrong, he was happy that Jimin finally moved on, not on the fact that Eunha was finally out of the picture. That would really be mean.

Psh.

Yoongi's definitely not like that.

Duh.

As he and Jimin continued dancing, Yoongi could see very well that Eunha was now kissing her boyfriend in a very inappropriate way. The disgusting thing was, she was looking at Jimin while doing that. Jimin, being busy snuggling at the crook of Yoongi's neck, did not see it.

Too bad for her, Yoongi was able to see it.

Yoongi had been living in the world long enough to know that Eunha was not simply bragging her boyfriend. She was making Jimin jealous.

It was clear.

She wanted Jimin back.

The thing was, if she was mean, well, Yoongi was a more horrible person. She did not even have any idea.

And when being heartless and genius were combined into one existence, namely Min Savage Yoongi, you really shouldn't even dare.

With a smirk plastered on his face, Yoongi leaned in and whispered, "Chim..."

Jimin leaned back, having heard his hyung's low whisper. "What is it, hyung?"

"Nothing," Yoongi answered, his eyes lazily staring straight at Jimn's wide wondering ones. And without giving any warning, the older boy leaned in and pressed his lips on Jimin's, earning a surprised gasp from the other.

The kiss was simple at first, lips only touching and unmoving at the suddenness of the contact. Yoongi could tell that Jimin was not breathing. It did not discourage Yoongi though, despite a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that what he was doing was stupid. His eyes were closed but he had the feeling that Jimin's were wide and shocked.

Pushing through, he pulled the younger boy closer and tilted his head to gain better access. Yoongi poked out his tongue and did one small swipe on the younger's lower lip. Jimin groaned, opening his mouth in the process. And of course, he did not waste any moment and quickly dived in.

Their tongues touched.

Jimin moaned loudly.

Shit.

He could feel Jimin's hands tightening around his waist as the younger finally responded to the kiss, kissing back hotly and hungrily. The innocent kiss had turned into a way deeper one. Their tongues roamed everywhere, exploring each corner of each other's mouth.

Yoongi bit Jimin's lower lip, making the younger boy moan.

Heck, even his moaning sounded so damn sweet.

Yoongi was beginning to get deaf with how loud his heart was beating.

Opening his eyes a bit in a droopy way, he glanced at Eunha and his boyfriend who had now stopped kissing and were looking at their way. He could see the anger and jealousy burning in the eyes of the other.

Oh well, you already had your shot, but you just wasted it.

Making the kiss deeper and hotter, Yoongi tightened his hold on around Jimin's neck and used it as an advantage to pull the younger boy until there's barely any space between them. The kiss, despite being a hot open-mouthed one that made Jimin whimper silently and Yoongi groan lowly, was actually painfully slow and...really nice.

Really, really nice.

Yoongi bit and sucked at Jimin's lower lip as he eyed Eunha, which was now looking back at him. Yoongi smirked, wicked mirth playing in his eyes as he held Jimin and gazed at Eunha. Nothing was more delightful than kissing your long-time crush while making the said crush's ex suffer to the core.

Eunha's eyes were wide and indignant.

Yoongi looked away, knowing that he was just wasting his time, and instead focused on Jimin and the burning touch of the younger's hands on his waist that goes through the thin fabric he's wearing.

Damn, Jimin's body felt good against his.

It should be like this everyday.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

The need for air finally overwhelmed them, forcing the two boys to break the kiss. Panting hard, the two stared at each other's eyes as they puffed hot breaths into each other's mouths.

Jimin looked down at the swollen lips of his hyung with droopy eyes, still feeling hazy from the intense kiss. He unconsciously licked his own wet lips. Jimin could still clearly taste the flavor of this gorgeous person right in front of him.

He heard someone whistled.

Then a second after, catcalls were everywhere.

The younger boy's eyes widened, realization finally sinking in that he had just kissed his best friend. His cheeks flamed up as millions of thoughts ran through his mind.

Did his hyung just...

Did Yoongi-hyung just kissed me?

He stared in shock as a smirk slowly formed on his hyung's lips, paired with a wink that did not fail to make his cheeks feel hotter. This made everyone around them, who were apparently watching the whole time, shout cheers and teasing remarks.

The slow song turned into something fast and pop, in which Yoongi tugged Jimin's hand, gesturing for them to go back to where they were standing before. Despite being all flustered, Jimin still chuckled a bit because of course, his hyung wouldn't dance in a disco type of music. It's just him.

"Hyung, why...w-why did you do that?" Jimin stuttered to ask the moment they arrived to the corner where they were previously huddled.

Yoongi glanced at him before looking thoughtfully over the dance floor. The younger boy followed his gaze and his eyes fell on Eunha who was scowling darkly at a table.

"You know me, I take much pleasure on your ex getting annoyed as shit," Yoongi replied with a subtle smirk.

Hearing this made Jimin frown. "What do you mean, hyung?"

His hyung slowly peeled away his gaze from Eunha and turned to him, his hand coming up to brush away a strayed hair from Jimin's forhead. For some reason, the action made his heart beat just a little bit faster.

"Tsk, you're so naïve, Chim. It's so obvious that she was trying to make you jealous. I even doubt if that boy was really her boyfriend."

Jimin blinked. He had never heard his hyung talk about Eunha like this. He shared his opinion and sometimes lightly complained about his ex-girlfriend but he had never spoken about her this way. It kind of surprised Jimin. What surprised Jimin even more was that he was smiling as he was listening to his hyung's ranting.

"So...that's why you kissed me?"

The answer was simple and with a little bit of smugness that Jimin always found amusing. "Yep, to show that bitch that you're not after her anymore. Seriously, why did you even ask her to be your girlfriend in the first place? That is still a mystery that I'm yet to decipher, Jiminie."

With his face still a bit flushed and his heart still beating quite faster than it should be, Jimin exhaled heavily. "Oh..."

There was a heavy silence as his Yoongi-hyung gazed at him with an intense stare. Jimin braved not to look away even though that's what he wanted to do. His hyung's gaze was too much.

After a few moments, his hyung finally looked away. It was quite awkward, Jimin thought.

"You're not mad?" his hyung suddenly spoke, startling Jimin a bit.

Mad? Jimin blinked at this because why on earth would he get mad at his hyung. "What do you mean, hyung?"

"I kissed you.... You aren't mad?"

Feeling his face heat all over again, Jimin struggled to answer his hyung's question. "U-uh... I mean, why would I, right? Y-you...you only did it because you care for me so... Umm, I'm not really mad. It was fine. I'm fine...with it. W-with the kiss, I mean." Jimin stopped himself right there. He was already babbling.

What was happening to him? Why was he babbling? Why was his heart beating faster than ever and his hands sweaty? Why couldn't he even look at his hyung straight in the eye?

"Mmm, alright," was his hyung's simple answer, and for some odd reason, Jimin wished that his hyung's eyes were looking at him.

The silence that befell them was so thick Jimin was getting fidgety. He was about to open his mouth to say something but then someone patted his arm from the back. Jimin turned to see who it was.

A smiling Sungmin was what he saw, his friend's eyebrows waggling in a playful way as he walked nearer the two of them. "That was quite a show there, Jiminie. I never knew you were one for PDAs."

The youngest in the group could now feel his face heating up as he struggled to look his friend in the eye. It just sunk unto him that everybody saw it. Saw them. Kissing.

Jimin was, of course, straight. Don't get him wrong though, he's not homophobic or any of that shit. He knew his best friend was gay and Jimin never had any problems with his Yoongi-hyung being like that. It's just...wasn't he supposed to be disturbed even the slightest about what happened?

Whatever it might be though, Jimin was pretty sure that he wasn't feeling anything negative towards what happened. If any, he was actually a bit...proud? He didn't really know, couldn't describe what he was feeling. All he knew was that he actually kind of liked the idea that all these people saw him make out with his Yoongi-hyung, even though he shouldn't really be feeling this way.

Weird.

Really weird.

"Anyway, Jiminie, the party is almost ending. We're having shots there," Sungmin said, pointing at the bar surrounded by a few people. "Do you wanna join us? Just a last shot if you want."

Jimin opened his mouth, about to decline politely when Yoongi leaned in and whispered something into his ear. Jimin tilted his head to his hyung's direction to hear him properly.

"Why don't we just leave?" Yoongi whispered in a low voice, careful for Sungmin not to hear.

Jimin raised one questioning eyebrow as he turned to look at his hyung properly. "You wanna go home now?" he voiced out in his normal volume, not really caring if Sungmin would hear it because it won't really matter.

His hyung nodded his head at him. Jimin thought that his hyung was right, since many people had already gone home anyway. He smiled at his hyung and nodded his head in a sweet manner, kissing Yoongi on the cheek as a last second thought.

Sungmin cleared his throat playfully. "Looks like someone is getting some tonight," he said in a very suggestive manner that did not fail to bring a blush on the younger boy's cheeks.

The two of them walked to the exit, and sooner, they were already out of the club. It was cold. Good thing both of them brought coats.

They drove home holding each other's hands while Yoongi's other hand was clutched on the steering wheel.

Why not? It was cold.

•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•

Many more instances came that Jimin needed his hyung's help. It was such a headache how Jimin's friends in the company his working for as a part-time model were very interested with Yoonji. They just wouldn't stop teasing Jimin, and would even threaten to visit the younger boy in his dorm if he would not bring his 'girlfriend' when they hang out.

Jimin was honestly getting stressed. The only consolation he got was the fact that his hyung always relented to his desperate pleas.

Each time, his hyung would glare at him and roll his eyes, clearly saying no. But he would then sigh and shrug as if he had already surrendered himself to the bitter fate that awaited him each time Jimin asked him to be Yoonji again. His poor hyung, doing something he greatly despised just for Jimin.

He really was the bestest best friend in the whole word. Jimin had no idea why people think Yoongi was cold and incapable of pity.

Really, they're so so wrong.

In fact, his hyung never asked for anything big in return despite his usual threats. Sometimes he'd just ask Jimin to buy him lunch, or dinner. Sometimes the older boy would be in his rare phase of being in the mood for parks and so they would stroll at one, or if he's mood was better, they'd head to an amusement park.

The funny thing was, even though these things were supposedly Jimin's payback for all his hyung's help, Yoongi would still insist to pay for himself, even paying for Jimin as well sometimes.

So yeah, the bestest best friend that ever walked the entire universe.

The only, ahem, problem, ahem, was...

Ahem.

There were a few odd things that Jimin was experiencing.

Not really odd, more like...strange.

Okay, so maybe odd and strange did have the same meaning so whatever.

Jimin had eyes. And whether he liked it or not, he was very much attractive to Yoonji. Who would not be, anyway? Even his friends were thick-faced enough to admit to Jimin that his girlfriend was really hot.

Because she really was. Or, he really was, rather...as a girl.

Ugh. Whatever.

The thing was, he'd been with Yoonji on a lot of occasions now that he was starting to get used to it. There were those few weird times when he would just go with the flow with his friend's playful teasing and would kiss his hyung (who's of course dressed as Yoonji) on the cheek and just pretend that all of it was real.

That Min Yoonji was real.

That Jimin really had a pretty girlfriend with cat-like eyes and pink thin lips.

Heck, Yoonji was starting to appear in Jimin's dreams, even his wet dreams, for shit's sake. The image of her smiling and rolling her eyes just stuck. He couldn't get her out of his traitorous mind. And Jimin just had to remind himself every time that Yoonji was his Yoongi-hyung, his best friend.

The bigger problem was, whenever he reminded himself of it, his mind would then stray to thoughts of his hyung. His hyung's gummy smile, his hyung's laugh, his hyung's playful smirk, his soft hair, his smooth and pale skin, his deep voice...

As he was in the middle of his distressing thoughts, his Yoongi-hyung just happened to walk by and saw him. His hyung was frowning, probably sensing the negative vibes emanating from Jimin. The younger boy swallowed as his hyung approached.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Jimin nodded stiffly, but did not looked up to meet the older's eyes, fearing what might Yoongi see there.

"Come on, cuddle with hyung," Yoongi said with his arms spread wide open.

Jimin felt his cheeks heat up, not really sure why. His hyung was just asking for a damn hug. They've been doing that all the time. All the freaking time. What the heck was wrong with him?

"What's wrong? You don't want to cuddle?" Yoongi asked with a frown on his face after a few beats of silence from the younger boy.

"U-Uh... I-... I need to go to my room to...uh, eat. Because I'm hungry. Bye, hyung!" Jimin said in a very cheerful way that even he himself was cringing at how high-pitched his voice was. He scrambled to stand up and almost ran to his room.

He did not notice the deep frown in his hyung's eyes.

He slammed the door shut the moment he entered and clutched his chest with his trembling hands. His heart was beating wildly.

Shit.

Jimin was about to go crazy.

Everything was just too disturbing and too odd and too strange and Jimin just didn't know how to handle it all. Okay so maybe he had a little crush on the female version of his best friend. But the other thoughts he was having about his hyung was...just past the limit already.

Least to say, Jimin was starting to have issues.

Jimin slapped his face.

"Whoa there!" Taehyung's loud voice suddenly came, and that was when Jimin realized that Taehyung was there in there in the room. "Jin-hyung just declared that this dorm is violence-free. Please refrain from slapping yourself, Jiminie. You can do it outside, if you do insist."

Jimin glared at the other boy. "You practically tackle and even choke to death every single person in this dorm. Who are you to reprimand me?"

Taehyung clicked his tongue as if Jimin missed the whole point. "It's not violence. It's called 'Taettitude'. You know, Taehyung and attitude merged toge-"

"Yeah, yeah, Tae. Whatever. Go annoy your boyfriend instead."

Taehyung blinked. "You mean my really hot, oh-shit-your-thighs-are-delicious, please-do-me-senseless boyfriend?" Jimin almost puked and Taehyung's grin just went wider. "Oh sure, why not? I hope he's currently in the shower, though, so there's no need to waste time undressing and all."

Jimin scowled.

Seriously.

He opened the door and walked out, only to see Jin feeding Namjoon sweetly as if they've been married for ten years already.

Seriously.

What had he done to deserve this?

•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•

It was a really hot afternoon and the summer sure enjoyed making itself known. Yoongi was, as usual, lounged on the biggest couch and giving no shit to anything.

He did take a subtle glance towards Jimin, though, who was eating chips with Hoseok.

Yoongi was not so sure but it seemed like the younger boy had been avoiding him recently. He wondered what's wrong. It's been a week and a half now since he last went with Jimin as Yoonji.

He guessed that maybe his best friend finally grew some balls and returned his friend's teasing, refusing their bullying requests to bring his 'girlfriend' with him.

At least he didn't have to dress as a girl anymore. Which by the way, despite him doing quite a lot nowadays, still felt so uncomfortable and in subtle terms, horrifying.

He did enjoy it, though, resentful he might be to the idea of killing hiphop again and again. When he was Yoonji, he was free to do whatever he wanted. He could kiss Jimin on the corner of his lips, he could hold his hands and squeeze them without anybody else knowing, he could act like he was more than just the younger boy's best friend.

And for just those few moments, Yoongi was free to pretend that Jimin really loved him back, felt the same way as he did.

Yoongi sneaked another glance at the unknowing boy. He had not talked to Yoongi the whole day, or even yesterday. Which was really weird because that never happened. Jimin was clingy, and for a lack of a better word, needy.

Ever since they were little, not a day passed by in which Jimin did not talk to Yoongi, or asked for cuddles. Even when the young boy went on his first fieldtrip (in which little Jimin had not stopped crying and wailing because he had wanted his hyung to come with, but was not granted so), Jimin kept on calling Yoongi through his teacher's phone.

This never happened. Now thinking about it, Jimin could really be avoiding him. Did he do something wrong that he was not aware of?

He did not notice that he had been blankly staring at Jimin until the younger suddenly turned and met his eyes. Jimin quickly looked away, turning his body away so that only his back was visible from Yoongi's line of sight.

Yoongi frowned at this.

He wondered if this was just a phase and hoped that things would get back to normal soon.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Things did not get back to normal at all.

In fact, it became worse.

It had been a few days now and all Jimin did was give short and really awkward greetings to Yoongi. Gone were the cheerful and loud "Hyung!" that he was used to. Jimin had also been hanging out with Hoseok more, and he also stopped disturbing Yoongi in his sleep.

Yoongi tried to backhug the younger boy the other day, hoping that Jimin would lean into him like he usually would and then everything would get back to normal. What happened, though, was quite the opposite. The younger boy only froze, then remained stiff the whole while. So Yoongi, not really wanting to force Jimin into something he felt uncomfortable, just unwrapped his arms and walked away.

What hurt more was the sigh of relief he heard from Jimin when he finally untangled himself from the backhug.

All of this was making Yoongi really worried. He had the urge to just confront Jimin about it, but he was afraid of what the younger boy might say. Yoongi had a bad feeling about this.

It's lurking behind his mind, but he tried to push it away. It couldn't be.

It shouldn't be.

Yoongi took a deep breath as he finally let the looming idea eat him up. He closed his eyes shut, starting to feel a blossoming head ache. Shit, it couldn't be.

Could it be that Yoongi had slipped? That he had went past the limits and became too obvious? Could it be that Jimin now had an idea that his stupid best friend was in love with him? Could it be that the reason why Jimin was avoiding him was because he had finally found out about Yoongi's feelings?

But there were no other reasons.

Jimin would never act this way.

So yes, that must be it. That must be the damn reason behind all these.

Heck, how could I be so careless?

He was hiding it well. Everything was alright, damn it. And now it wasn't. Yoongi ruined everything.

Just because he was so stupid to let himself slip in the middle of this whole Yoonji chaos.

Yoongi inhaled a ragged breath. If Jimin wanted space, then that was what Yoongi would give to him. He's still not sure what to do about this situation, or even what to think.

Yoongi massaged his temples, hoping it would at least ease the pain.

He just hoped, really hoped, that this would not ruin their friendship. He couldn't lose Jimin. It would be too much to handle.

•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•

"You've been having that serious look the whole day. Is something wrong? You can tell hyung anything," Namjoon said as he sat down beside Jimin on the couch.

Jimin blinked, then looked away as a flush creeped unto his cheeks. "I-It's nothing, hyung. I'm fine."

Namjoon frowned. "Are you sure? Jimin, if you have any problems, you can always come to me. Remember that."

In times like these, Jimin couldn't believe how lucky he was to be surrounded by such good friends. He couldn't be more thankful of his Namjoon-hyung. But in no way was he gonna tell him what was bothering his mind, though.

Nope. He and his Yoongi-hyung spent too many hours together in their studio. He couldn't let him know.

"Really, I'm fine, hyung. No need to worry so much," he said with a genuine smile

Namjoon nodded, but still looked unsure. "Okay, if that's what you say. But don't forget what I said, okay? You can always come to me."

"Thanks, hyung," Jimin half-whispered, grinning widely as he looked up at this boy who always worried about them all.

When Namjoon finally left, Jimin leaned on the back of the couch heavily and sighed. Everything was so complicated now. He guessed that his hyung had somehow noticed that he was avoiding him, and now, his Yoongi-hyung had stopped trying to talk to him altogether.

It was really...sad. Jimin missed him so terribly that he had no idea how it was possible that he was still alive. He wanted to hug his hyung, to talk to him and tell him what happened to his day, to poke him on the nose and tease him. But at the same time, Jimin was afraid of doing all of these.

He always felt awkward whenever the other boy was around, and he didn't even know why. He still didn't know what exactly was happening to him, but the thing was, it was all getting worse. His thoughts on Yoonji was getting lesser and lesser, and it was all replaced by nothing but Min Yoongi.

He was feeling something strange inside whenevr he heard his hyung's deep laugh. At night, he would just find himself lying on his bed and scrolling at all his pictures of his hyung. Sometimes, he even would stare blankly at a particular picture in which Yoongi was smiling brightly, all gums showing.

It was all so strange.

And Jimin was not stupid. He had the slightest idea what all of these was.

It's just that... Well, it was impossible. It could never happen.

Firstly, Yoongi was a boy.

Secondly, he was his best friend for shit's sake.

He still recalled how he felt for Eunha, but then, he somehow realized that what he felt for Yoongi was stronger, deeper. But really, this couldn't be love, because obviously, Jimin was straight.

A straight person could get attracted to the same-sex sometimes, he told himself as much. Jimin was, despite how crazy it sounded, was attracted to his Yoongi-hyung. Even thought that he was hot as heck.

To think of it, he had always been attracted to Min Yoongi. Even before when they were stilll kids. He had always thought that Yoongi was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.

But it doesn't mean that you think someone was attractive, you already like them in a romantic way. Jimin was in no way in love with his hyung. That was just plain absurd.

And then just then, in the middle of his  musings, he heard Yoongi's voice.

Jimin's head turned.

Yoongi was talking to Hoseok and just as Hoseok said something about Yoongi's song being very nice, his hyung smiled.

His hyung smiled at Hoseok and his smile was so beautiful that Jimin almost stopped breathing.

Scratch that, he really did stop breathing.

Seriously, how was it possible that someone could smile like that? It was too perfect. His hyung was too perfect.

Jimin felt his heartbeat race.

Shit.

No.

Jimin released the breath he was holding as he reluctantly peeled his eyes from the smiling boy.

This couldn't be.

"Jiminie, are you okay?" he heard Jin's voice. The next thing he knew, he was being crowded by Jin, Taehyung and Jungkook who were near him when his epiphany took place. They probably noticed his weird look, as Jimin was pretty sure he was staring at the floor with wide eyes.

"What is it? Are you okay, Jimin?"Jin tried again.

Jimin shook his head, eyes still staring blankly at the floor.

Then Jungkook exclaimed. "Oh shit! You just found out that your ex-girlfriend is pregnant and you're the father?!"

Jimin shook his head again.

"Oh, I know this! I know this!" Taehyung then inserted excitedly. "You are pregnant and your ex-girlfriend is the mother!"

Jimin shook his head.

He barely registered Jin smacking Taehyung in the head, before he heard a soft, "Then what is it?"

Jimin blinked.

"I think I'm in love with Yoongi-hyung."

•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•

To say the least, it had been a chaos.

Jin spent the whole week cooking delicious food for Jimin. He claimed that he greatly empathizes with the feeling of falling in love with stupid and oblivious guys. He would sometimes send voice messages to Jimin, showing his support.

It was a bit strange, but Jimin appreciated it nonetheless.

The only bad thing about Jin sending him voice messages was that more than half of what he's talking about were not really advises and words of sympathy for Jimin, but rather, more like his complains about how Namjoon had been so stupid all these years and how long he had to wait for the other boy to realize that they were both crazily in love for each other.

There were also times when Jin would talk about Namjoon too much to the point that he was forced to know details he'd rather really not know.

It was scary to hear, but Jimin still tried to finish the voice messages.

And then there's Taekook who wouldn't shut up at all.

His Jin-hyung was fine. He even agreed not to tell Namjoon. But Taehyung and Jungkook? Ugh. Trust them to tease him just at the right moments.

Yes, they never told anyone and promised to Jimin they never would. But they should have just shouted it at Yoongi's face with how much they were being obvious about the damn thing.

Whenever Yoongi walked passed by, they would always do catcalls or waggle their eyebrows at Jimin suggestively. They would also sometimes push Jimin towards Yoongi. Thankfully, Jimin was a dancer and was good at balancing himself, because if not, he would've embarrassed himself in front of his Yoongi-hyung.

Overall, it had been a crazy week, but at least, Jimin felt better. It was quite a liberty to finally accept his feelings, to finally allow himself to stare at his hyung or appreciate his every move. It was like a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders.

It might still feel a bit disturbing sometimes, or he might get carried away thinking about how much it would hurt once he heard his hyung say that he didn't feel the same, but at least Jimin now knew.

And if he was going to be honest he had no idea when he had started feeling this way. He was not so sure if it was during or after the Yoonji thing, or maybe even way before that. All he knew was that he felt something so strong for his hyung that sometimes it took his breath away.

If it was this strong, then it had probably started a long time ago. It was impossible to love a person just because that person looked pretty as a girl. But Jimin was pretty sure it was possible to fall for a person who was always there to protect him and comfort him...and make his smile.

So yeah, maybe he had been in love with his hyung all this time, and he only needed a good knock on his head to make him realize.

"Hey, Jiminie," a voice called, snapping Jimin from his deep thoughts.

The boy blinked and looked up, then his eyes widened when he realized it was his Yoongi-hyung. Shit, he hoped his face didn't look that red.

"Uh...yes, hyung? Do you need anything?"

Yoongi nodded his head briefly. "Yeah... I need to talk, but can we do it in some other place?" he said, voice unsure as he looked around.

This made Jimin look around as well. Everyone was running here and there in their dorm, which was quite weird as Jimin had no idea what the heck were they busy about. He scrunched his nose. No wonder his hyung didn't want to talk here, there's particularly no private place in their dorm right now.

Not like there ever had been, what with Taehyung wreaking havoc everywhere. 

Despite his heart beating wildly in his chest, he still nodded his head, then stood up to follow his hyung.

He wondered what his hyung wanted to talk about. Maybe he wanted to confront Jimin about the way he was acting. Ugh, he shouldn't have avoided his hyung, then it would have been less obvious. He just wished that his hyung hadn't found out about his feelings.

Instead of talking outside, they went straight to Yoongi's car. Jimin unquestioningly rode the passenger seat, afraid to ask anything as his hyung looked so serious.

Jimin swallowed heavily.

The car stopped at a park near their dorm. It was still fairly early so nobody was there yet. Jimin obediently followed his hyung as he got out of the car and walked towards a tree in the park.

His hyung's lips were pursed and his fists were clenched. Jimin couldn't help but swallow nervously, not really knowing what to do now that he was face to face with his hyung. He felt like running away. Ugh, but he couldn't just keep on doing that. He had been running away for too long now.

Yoongi's mouth opened as if to say something, only to shut it close again and look away.

Jimin blinked.

"I just want to clear things out..." his hyung finally started speaking. "Maybe you....uh, misunderstood a few things and that's why you're avoiding me. You see Jiminie..."

His hyung sighed. Jimin felt his heart beating so fast in his chest, as if it wanted to jump out.

He couldn't take his eyes off his stuttering hyung.

"I know that as Yoonji, I'm quite sweet and all. But really, that was all just acting so that they would believe. I'm not...in love with you or anything. You might have been weirded out by a few things I did but um...there's no need to worry. I don't...hahaha, I don't like you or something...uh...so yeah..."

Jimin blinked, feeling like his heart stopped beating for a moment.

Jimin stood frozen as the words sank in. He had imagined his hyung rejecting him in different possible ways but he had never guessed that it could be this painful. He never guessed that his feelings were this deep for it to hurt this much.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Yoongi swallowed hard as he stared at Jimin, hoping that the other boy would believe his words. He couldn't take the silence between them anymore in the past days and he couldn't stomach all the awkward moments. He needed to put an end to it.

He needed to make Jimin believe that he had no feelings for him.

He needed to correct his mistakes.

As he held his breath for what Jimin has to say to all of these, his eyes went as wide as saucers when Jimin did something that he had not expected at all.

He was...crying.

"J-Jiminie...why are you..."

Yoongi's heart clenched as he saw tears streaming down the boys face. Just a few at first, but it got more and more until the other boy was sobbing.

And Yoongi was just...staring, as if entranced by each tear. He was confused, but at the same time, he felt like Jimin was too fragile at the moment that if Yoongi was just to touch him even the slightest, he would break.

As if belatedly realizing, Jimin's eyes went wide and he quickly covered his face with his hands. He continued crying like that, hiding his face away from Yoongi and sobbing as if there was no end to it. His body was slightly hunched and his shoulders were shaking, but Yoongi still stood there and just stared.

Why was Jimin crying?

Is he hurt?

But why? How could anyone hurt his sweet Jiminie?

Releasing the breath the he had not known he was holding, Yoongi finally snapped out of it. He rushed towards Jimin's side and gathered the crying boy into his arms. This reminded him of all the times that Jimin had cried ever since he was young.

Yoongi had always been the one to comfort him.

The older boy pulled Jimin closer and wrapped his arms around him, whispering soothing words to the sobbing boy.

"Jimin..." he tried to coax. "Jiminie, tell me what's wrong. Did something happen? Is it because of something I said? Jimin...please..."

What happened next, however, was not the one Yoongi was expecting. Jimin rubbed his eyes with his hand roughly and then he looked up to face Yoongi.

He was...smiling.

Jimin was smiling but it does not reach his eyes, his eyes that were now reddish after he had mercilessly rubbed it just to wipe the tears off.

Yoongi's jaw tightened.

Jimin's smile was so broken it made him want to scream at the whole world and question what's wrong with it for hurting Jimin like this.

"Jiminie-"

"Don't worry, hyung. This is nothing, really. I was just being dramatic. Hahahaha. You don't have to worry about me, this is all my fault. I was so stupid. I'm sorry I had you worry so much about me, but really, I'm fine," Jimin said, voice cracking up a bit that clearly indicated he wasn't fine.

Yoongi grabbed his face and forced him to look at his eyes. Jimin had been avoiding his gaze while explaining, and Yoongi was having none of it.

"Jimin, tell me what the heck is happening right now," Suga said, commanded. He did not understand anything, but all he knew was that he'd do everything just to take away that sadness in his eyes. "Tell me...please..."

The younger boy shook his head slowly, then looked away. "You have nothing to do with this hyung. This is my own stupid mistake. You should not worry about it. I-..."

And then his tears were falling again, but he still refused to look at him in the eyes. This hurt Yoongi more than anything. He thought he was his best friend. He thought Jimin would talk to him in times of problems.

Yoongi was supposed to be the one to protect him

"Jimin," Yoongi spoke, now in a stern tone. This made Jimin's head snap up. Their eyes met, and Jimin's were wide in shock. It was rare for Yoongi to talk to Jimin in such a tone. "I don't need to know who's fucking fault is this, I need to know what the heck is happening. And don't you dare tell me that I don't have to worry because if I have to tie you up in a chair in your room and feed you everyday just to keep you away from this harsh world, I would."

In Yoongi's disappointment, the younger still shook his head firmly.

"Park Jimi-"

"I'm in love with you."

Wait.

What?

What?

There was a long stretch of silence as Yoongi did nothing but stare at Jimin's wide eyes. He was pretty sure he only misheard it, because it was impossible.

"W-What did you say...?"

Jimin blinked, looking shocked as well at what he had said, then his face changed into something that looked like determination. The younger boy bit his lower lip unsurely before finally opening his mouth.

"I said I'm in love with you," Jimin said more firmly this time. Yoongi blinked, his mind failing to register what the other boy was saying. "And that's the problem, hyung! I shouldn't be. I shouldn't have. But for some reason, I fell for you. I thought I was just too mesmerized by your Yoonji persona, but no hyung. I'm utterly fucked up because I just realized that...that I actually have feelings for you for a long time now. I don't know when it started, or how, but it's insane. You probably think I'm mad, or maybe you are disgusted. But seriously, who wouldn't be? I'm your best friend and yet here I am ruining everything we had just because of my shitty little feelin-

"There are too many words."

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Jimin blinked. Yoongi's hand was on his mouth, cutting him off from his rant and effectively shutting him up.

His heart was racing wildly that he felt like the whole world could hear it. It was deafening.

"There are too many words," his hyung said, looking at him with an unreadable expression. Jimin wanted to run, he wanted to escape. He had just done the most idiotic thing. What came into his dumb mind that he decided to confess everything to his hyung?

He must have been losing his mind.

Yopngi stared into his soul as he spoke in a deep voice. "There are too many words, but I just want to know one thing. Tell me honestly, are you really in love with me?"

Should he just say no?

This was his chance. He could just tell Yoongi that he was messing around. But the problem was, Yoongi would see right through him if he lied. Yoongi was expert in telling if Jimin was lying.

So Jimin, with a heavy heart, nodded his head.

"Then there's no need for all this nonsense."

The next thing Jimin knew was Yoongi taking away his hand and stepping impossibly closer, the tips of their noses touching. And then...

Mother of all rice cakes! Jimin thought when he felt Yoongi's soft lips touch his own. It was perfect. Just like the first time.

His hyung's kiss was always perfect.

His mind hazy with the sensation, Jimin leaned forward to deepen the kiss, moving his lips slightly as he felt his Yoongi-hyung's hands coming up and holding his waist. They stayed like that for a long moment, and Jimin felt nothing but pleased.

His hyung's lips was so soft and-

Oh shit, Jimin moaned helplessly, his mind telling him that he should be embarrassed but his body barely caring at all. His hyung had just carefully bit his lower lip and poked his lips with his tongue, asking for access.

And well, you know Jimin, so kind and generous, so he opened his mouth.

The sensation of having his hyung's tongue inside his mouth made his shiver. He moaned again. They continued to kiss, tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clanking as the kiss went deeper and more desperate. Now a bit messier and hungrier than the first time.

Jimin couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that his hyung was kissing him now. But the words he failed to express were now being expressed through his tongue. He gave into the kiss all the feelings he had deep inside and his need to be reassured that he was not alone in this battle of feelings.

Yoongi silently gave him what he needed, kissed him back which as much eagerness and enthusiasm.

His mind had stopped working altogether and Jimin vaguely remembered putting his arms around his hyung's neck and pulling him closer and closer, every little space between them feeling like a great distance.

He felt his hyung's tongue playfully doing strange but really nice things to his mouth, and he moaned again.

This time, Yoongi's hand on his waist went creeping under his shirt, successfully evading it and running his palms over Jimin's hot skin. The feeling was surreal. Jimin couldn't believe that anything could feel this good.

He moaned again.

Yoongi bit his lower lip hungrily and moved forward, putting his thigh between Jimin's to eliminate any remaining space. Jimin openly accepted all the hungry bites and licks, the desperate clutch of his hyung's other hand on his butt...everything.

And yet, Jimin needed more.

A loud barking somewhere near was what jerked them apart. Both boys had their eyes widened and their breathing heavy after the nonstop impromptu kiss.

And then they realized they were in a fucking park.

He watched as his hyung looked around. Jimin wanted to look around as well and check if anybody saw them, but he couldn't take his eyes off the swollen red lips of his hyung. And then his eyes landed on the inviting pale neck. Shit.

He was still near enough, maybe if he just leaned a little bit and-

"Aish, good thing the park is not that crowded yet. I think the old lady with the dog didn't really see us. Come on, let's just continue this at home where there is a comfy bed and a lock on the door," his hyung said, a smirk forming on his lips.

Jimin blinked, blinded by his hyung's handsome smirking face.

And then it hit him.

He gasped.

With a confused and worried look, Yoongi asked, "What's wrong Chim?"

Jimin blinked again, rapidly this time.

"Did we just... Hyung, did we just kiss?"

There was a beat of silence as Yoongi stared at him.

"No, Chim Chim, we did not just kiss, we had the hottest making out session in the whole universe. Now let us go home so I could continue what I was doing with you and what I planned to do further."

And with that, he found himself being dragged towards the car. Jimin blushed, realizing the implications of his hyung's words, but he also couldn't stop smiling because he was not rejected at all.

His hyung was really the bestest of all best friends. And maybe now, the bestest of all boyfriends.

•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•

It was quite a shock for Jimin when he found out that his hyung liked him for a long time now. How could be Jimin that stupid? He had been dumbly crying after his ex-girlfriends when there was his awesome hyung waiting for him.

Ugh.

Jiminie pabo.

His hyung confessed to him in the car, pouring out his feelings. Jimin honestly wanted to be serious but he couldn't stop giggling because his hyung sounded so awkward talking about his feelings. It's cute.

So far, it was a pleasant ride back to the dorm. Said pleasant ride included Jimin staring at his hyung unabashedly now and poking the older boy's cheek just to annoy him. And maybe Jimin showered the other boy with pecks on his cheek and on the corner of his lips.

They finally arrived at their dorm and Yoongi, without hesitation, took Jimin's hand and held it while they enter.

Jimin's heart was beating fast in his excitement. He had imagined a few little things, but now he was finally gonna experience it. He squeezed his hyung's hand, glancing as he did so.

Ugh, why was his hyung so handsome?

Jimin's mind was filled with all these thoughts that when they entered the dorm and opened the lights, he all but jumped, startled at the sudden "Surprise!" the resounded.

He blinked rapidly, his line of sight bombarded with all their other dormmates bringing balloons and smiling widely. The whole room was decorated and a large "Happy Birthday Chimney!" sign was hanging on a wall. At the center, Taehyung was standing, holding a cake.

Wait.

What?

Even Yoongi himself was taken aback. He turned to face Jimin with a very confused face. It looked so cute on him.

"I thought your birthday is still on October 13?"

Jimin shrug. "I thought as well."

"My cute and beloved Jiminie! I asked the old man to put Happy Birthday Chiminie in the banner but I guess his too old so look at that now. But forget about that and blow the candle," Taehyung said sweetly as he approached. The other four walked forward as well, with Hoseok skipping happily like a horse. But that's not so shocking anymore.

"Ummm... Tae... It's not yet my birthday."

"Oh, but it is!"

"Tae-"

"Please just blow the candle Jimin and stop arguing with him. Trust me, it's useless," Namjoon spoke, and Jimin realized that the older boy was smiling tiredly.

Jimin looked down at the cake warily. "Tae, it's still September..."

"Exactly, September 13. But don't worry, I've managed to convince September and October to merge so basically, it's your birthday now. Next month is November, if you're wondering," Tae answered with his box smile.

Jimin sighed.

"Can I ask why you asked them to merge?" Jimin said, a smile starting to creep unto his face.

Taehyung shrugged. "You looked so stressed and all. I want to make you happy but your birthday is still so far, so I asked September and October to merge so we can celebrate it earlier."

Jimin raised one questioning eyebrow, but he smiled all the same. He had the best set of friends.

"And did October agree to your scheme?"

Taehyung looked indignant for a second. "Of course! We're like best friends now. He even begged me to transfer my birthday to his month. But you know me, so loyal to December."

"And how did you talk to them?" Yoongi asked, face scowling but Jimin could see that he was fond of the situation as well.

"In my dreams, of course! It's not like you can talk to them in real life. Psh, everybody knows you can't. Also-"

"Let's eat now. I'm so hungry," Hoseok started to complain.

However, the poor boy only received a glare from Kim Taehyung. "NO! Let me finish in my explanation first."

This time, it was Jungkook who complained. The youngest back-hugged Taehyung and placed his chin on the other's shoulder. "Tae, please. I'm really hungry now as well."

"Of course, my silly bunny," Taehyung said sweetly, turning his head to kiss his boyfriend on the temple. Everybody made disgusted noises and Hoseok went on complaining how unfair the world was.

Jimin proceeded to blow the cake and everyone clapped. Soon, they were all gathered in the living room and celebrating 'Jimin's birthday'.  The boy found out that this was the reason why everyone had been so busy awhile ago. They were actually preparing for this.

You see, if a determined Taehyung would tell them an idea of his, no one could really argue so they would just go with the flow. It has been the culture of the world ever since the boy was born.

"I was about to tell Yoongi the plan and give him an errand to do, but then he was skirting you away. Which was perfect because we needed you out of the house to put everything up," Taehyung explained, drinking his fifth can of soda.

Namjoon stole one of  Jin's fries. "I honestly thought this was some kind of extension of my birthday at first."

Jungkook scowled. "Well, you already had your extension of your birthday if Jin-hyung's moaning voice this morning was anything to go by."

Ah yes, Jimin remembered that. It was so loud everybody heard.

They all made disgusted and vomiting noises.

Jin narrowed his eyes threateningly at each of them. "You, Jeon Jungkook, is now officially disowned. I'll pack your things later."

"Aww, just don't mind them Sweetiepie," Namjoon said, making everyone want to vomit more. "Your voice sounded beautiful."

The conversation turned into the fact that Jimin and Yoongi were holding hands when they came in. Yoongi of course, told them all to fuck off, but made it clear that Jimin was no longer single and that he was owned by the Almighty Min Yoongi. This received a lot of cheers from everyone, to the point that they threw french fries at the new couple in the pretense of a wedding celebration.

It was sad that many fries were wasted, but Jimin was blushing nonetheless.

Hoseok, on the other hand, sounded defeated and seemed like he had lost all the hope in the world. "I can't believe this. I'm now officially the only straight person in this group."

Tae rolled his eyes. "Psh, nobody is straight Hobi-hyung. There's a reason why nowadays all ruler manufacturers produce bendable rulers."

Everybody laughed at this, except for Yoongi who was grumbling by himself on how bitter his life was.

Jimin couldn't really blame him. After all, they were supposed to have 'plans'. But said plans were intervened by the impromptu birthday celebration for Jimin. Jimin had felt the excitement and determination of Yoongi as they were heading to the dorm. His eyes had been dilated and his grip on Jimin's hand was tight.

And you already know what happened next the moment they entered the dorm.

Chuckling, Jimin scooted closer to his beloved hyung and whispered. "Later, hyung. I promise."

Yoongi glanced at him for a second before going back to staring at his soda. He nodded.

Jimin had no idea how Yoongi held on that promise so dearly.

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This was so effing late!!! It was supposed to be posted on the 13th of June. I'm so sad. Please do Author-nim a favor and pretend that I posted it on June 13. Thank you in advance. <3

ALSO, THIS FANFIC IS DEDICATED TO BANGTAN AND TO THE ARMY FANDOM. CONGRATS TO US ALL FOR REACHING 4 YEARS FULL OF SUCCESS, LOVE AND HAPPINESS. WISH YOU ALL THE BEST BANGTAN AND MAY YOONMIN BE REAL FOREVER.

Thank you and God bless you all.

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