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So this is my fanfic. I'm a new writer on here. I saw this post on tumblr that inspired me to write this. Credits go to the person who said someone should write a gangster Suga story.

~Yoongi’s mother raised a weak arm and cupped his face, rubbing her thumb across his cheek, swiping away a tear. “Run…get out and never look back. I love you Yoongi, I will watch over you.” Her hand fell and her breathing ceased. Yoongi’s sobs got louder as he hugged his mother one last time and ran for his life.~

Main Pairing: Yoonmin
Side pairings: VHope, NamJin ( Jungkook is solo xD )

Warnings: This does contain boy x boy and also cussing. I'll try to keep the cruse words to a minimum. There might be hints of sex but I'll mark those chapters as Mature.

*** This is cross posted onto my AFF account!!

Characters:

~Main~

MIN YOONGI
Age: 25
- Infmaous gangster with a broken past
-Friends with Hoseok and Namjoon

PARK JIMIN
Age: 19
- Your average college student
- Friends with Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jin

~Side~

JUNG HOSEOK
Age: 23
- Member of BTS
- Friends with Yoongi and Namjoon

KIM NAMJOON
Age: 23
-Member of BTS
-Friends with Yoongi and Hoseok

KIM TAEHYUNG
Age: 19
-That weird kid
-Friends with Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook

JEON JUNGKOOK
Age: 18
- The Golden and good at everything he does
- Friends with Jimin, Jin, and Taehyung

KIM SEOKJIN
Age: 26
- Health Educator
-Friends with Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung

Side info: So basically a Health Educator is kinda like a school nurse except colleges don't have nurses. My friend who actually is studying to be a nurse said to just make Jin that since they basically do the same thing.

Chapter Text

Min Yoongi was an infamous gangster and rich tycoon. He was smart—the brains behind the many businesses his gang, BTS, owned. He was never fond of going to collect the debts that people owed him, he always sent his henchmen Hoseok and Namjoon. They were his trusted friends and had known them for years—he’d taken both of them in when he found them broken and beaten down. But before he had met them he wasn’t proud of what happened in his past.

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PAST

“Dad! Stop you’re going to kill her!” The frightened 15-year-old Yoongi tried to pull the blade from his Dad’s hands.

“I don’t care, this bitch deserves to die! She can’t do anything right!” He then stabbed Yoongi’s mother in the heart.

Yoongi instantly went to his falling mother. “Mom, no you can’t die! Please hold on. Don’t leave me with him.”

Yoongi’s mother raised a weak arm and cupped his face, rubbing her thumb across his cheek, swiping away a tear. “Run…get out and never look back. I love you Yoongi, I will watch over you.” Her hand fell and her breathing ceased. Yoongi’s sobs got louder as he hugged his mother one last time.

“Sorry Mom, I can’t just let him do this and get away with it.” Yoongi laid his mother down and grabbed the now discarded knife. Rage was boiling inside him. He walked over to his father hold the knife in front of him. “You’re gonna get it now old man. I won’t let you go after you killed my mother.”

“She deserved to die, and so do you.” Yoongi’s father backed away.

“Then why are you backing away? Come at me if I don’t deserve to live!” He walked closer to his father and waved the knife in his face. “I don’t think you deserve to live either, old man!” Yoongi then stabbed his father with the knife. When he came to his senses, he realized what had just done. His eyes went wide as he looked at his now dead parents. Everything went black and his first instinct was to run and never look back.

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                The now 16-year-old Yoongi dragged his feet home slowly, after a long day of working 3 jobs to support himself. He was passing the alleyway by his apartment when something got his eye. There laid a boy who appear to be around 15 that was covered in cuts and bruises and had looked like he had just been tossed onto the pile of garbage he was laying on. Yoongi walked over to the boy and shook him lightly. There was no response and he seemed to be barely breathing. Yoongi picked the boy up and carried him to his apartment. When they got to his apartment, Yoongi laid him gently on the couch and placed a wet cloth on the boy’s head.

                The next day the boy woke up in a shock. “Where the fuck am I!”

Yoongi lazily walked in, “You’re in my apartment. I found you on the street in a pile of trash. Not sure what happened to you but I’m not going to hurt you. I’m Yoongi by the way.”

The boy looked up at him and his look soften, “I’m Namjoon. And thanks. I messed with the wrong people and that’s where I ended up. I have nowhere to go either.”

“Well, you’re welcome to stay here. But I expect you to pay some rent and keep your stuff clean.” Namjoon’s eyes brightened as he heard the words Yoongi said. “However I do want you to also do everything I say and listen to me.”

“Thank you! Yes! I will stay. And I promise to pay rent.” Namjoon jumped up excitedly and instantly regretted it after feeling the pain shoot through his body.

Yoongi nodded and then continued to talk, “And look for a place to stay too, I don’t exactly like living with people.

                Another year and a half pasted and life was a little easier for Yoongi now that Namjoon lived with him. He wasn’t sure why the boy never left and Yoongi was secretly happy he stayed. The company was nice, rent was less, and Namjoon kept the place pretty clean. By now Yoongi had a sleeve of tattoos on one of his arms. The tattoo on his shoulder was dedicated to his mother, most of the others he had were meaningless, he just thought they looked cool. Namjoon had gotten a tattoo above his left eye, which said, “This is Art” to symbolize that he wasn’t just some kid off the street. Yoongi had also insisted he go with him to the Tattoo Parlor and had actually picked out the tattoo for Namjoon. His hair was now dyed blonde and it suited him well. Yoongi’s hair was now a light brown, which he barely bothered to style. Namjoon would always get mad at him saying he would never get women looking like that but Yoongi didn’t care. He was too lazy to do anything about it. However, despite all the bitching and nagging he endured, Yoongi was truly grateful to have Namjoon around, and he didn’t know that another good friend was waiting for him just around the corner.

It was a bright day out and the sun was shining through the living room where Yoongi and Namjoon had been coexisting in. Yoongi was messing with a camera he bought himself and Namjoon was reading comic books. They soon heard a loud pounding on the door and someone screaming to open to the door.

                A curious Yoongi got up, walked to the door, and opened it. “Yes?” He raised a questionable eyebrow as he staring at a boy that looked scared shitless.

“Please let me in. They’re gonna kill me!” The boy begged as he clutched his side. Yoongi let the boy in and closed the door. Right after he heard men screaming to “Find that little shit.”

“Thank you so much!” The boy hugged Yoongi.

“YAH! You are gonna get blood on me!” The boy grinned widely at Yoongi. “Let’s clean you up.” He dragged the boy to the bathroom. He patched the boys wound up after cleaning it. Yoongi saw that the boy was covered with scars, some new and some old. The room was silent as he stared at the wounds.

“Oh those. Yeah I got beat by my step father, barely got out alive.” Hoseok ran a hand down one of his scars and got a weird look on his face—like he was recalling something tragic that had happened to him. But he snapped out of it quickly. “But thanks to you here I am. I’m Hoseok.” He offered his hand to Yoongi.

“I’m Yoongi. I assume you have nowhere to go either.” Yoongi handed the boy and new shirt that he had Namjoon fetch for him.

“Either?” Hoseok questioned him.

“I took Namjoon in about a year ago-ish, found him beaten and dumped by some trash.”

Hoseok took Yoongi’s offer to stay and ended up sharing a room with Namjoon because Yoongi was sure as hell was not sharing his. He soon learned Hoseok had two moods: one where he was super happy and flirty with everyone and had endless energy or the bad mood where everyone knew to stay the fuck out of his way. When he was in that mood Yoongi and Namjoon would make sure to be out of the house until he got over it. Thankfully, most of the time Hoseok was in a great mood.

Life went on with the three boys living together. Rent was now very affordable since there were three of them, but they couldn’t say that they were rich. That is until one day.

Yoongi wasn’t sure when it happened but soon rumors where flying around about him being in a gang with his two roommates. It was Hoseok’s bright idea to make it true. The reason? To help protect the innocent from people that hurt them. Of course, that never truly was the case. It was a great idea, but nothing happened until one day an old man had approached Yoongi.

“Hey you, kid.” The older man grunted at Yoongi.

Yoongi looked over at the man as he threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. “Yeah?”

“I heard you were trying to form a gang.” The man walked closer to Yoongi.

“I guess, not really. It’s just rumors really.” Yoongi pulled out another cigarette and handed it to the man “Although, I’m not against the idea.”

“Well boy you’re in luck.” The man put the cigarette between his lips and lit it. He took a hit and continued to talk. “I’m close to my death bed, stage three Cancer, and have money left over from my gang days. Back in the day, we were called The Bulletproofs. I wanted to give it to a gang just forming who could take over for me…I also would leave you my businesses.”

Yoongi looked confused at the man. “You’re gonna give me all your shit? WHAT!? You don’t even know me.”

“This is true, but I have been keeping tabs on you for awhile. I know a good gang leader when I see it and I think you’d make a good leader. You’ll get it all soon son.” The man then left leaving a confused Yoongi.

                A month pasted by after Yoongi’s encounter with the man creepy old man. He had been walking to his room when he heard a loud slam. Yoongi ignored it as he lay on his bed. His door was then slung open and a bright-eyed Hoseok was grinning at him.

“What do you want Hoseok. I’m tired.” Yoongi turned on his said.

“DUDE! We’re rich! Look!” Hoseok handed the papers he was holding to Yoongi.

Yoongi read through the papers and then stared up at Hoseok.

Dearest Yoongi,

Hello son. You may have not known me well, but I am your uncle. I was kicked out at a young age and formed a gang. I am embarrassed to say that I am indeed your father’s brother and I am truly sorry for what happened to you. Your father was never a nice man. But to make it up to you I am leaving you my Will. I want you to form a gang with it. You shall be known as Bangtan Boys or BTS for short. Farewell Yoongi.

~ Uncle Min.

“That old man actually left me all his money and crap. And apparently he was my Uncle. I’m now the leader of a gang. Holy shit.”

Present day:

                The now 25 year old Yoongi had been managing his Uncle’s businesses for eight years now. He had run them without any problems, as Yoongi had always been very smart but too lazy to apply himself. He left a lot of his work to Namjoon though. Most of the work was tedious and Yoongi found it tiring, he would rather spend his time taking pictures of things.

                “YOONGI!” Namjoon yelled.

“What!?” Yoongi had almost dropped his precious camera when Namjoon barged into his room.

“Hoseok is at it again. Fix it, I can’t take it anymore.” Namjoon had deep bags under his eyes from lack of sleep probably due to Hoseok’s rather loud actives.

Yoongi sighed setting his camera down. “Get some sleep kid.” Yoongi then walked down the hall to Hoseok’s room. Music could be heard coming from the room along with loud screams. He opened the door and regretted it soon after. There stood Hoseok completely naked, dancing and singing loudly to his music.

“TURN IT DOWN! And Jesus please put some clothes on.” Yoongi shielded his eyes.

“What. It’d not like you haven’t seen one before.” Hoseok pulled on a pair of boxers and turned the music down.

“Well, just keep it low. I don’t care if you really care if you like to dance and sing naked, but poor Namjoon’s room is right next to yours. That boy looks dead tired because of you.” He slammed Hoseok’s door and left.

                Yoongi sighed as he grabbed his camera from his room quietly as a tired Namjoon snoozed on his bed. He didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He left the house to indulge in his favorite hobby after a stressful morning. He got in his car and drove to a meadow where he loved to take photos. He always came here when he was stressed out or tried from dealing with Namjoon and Hoseok. Although they were his friends, sometimes they just drove him insane. Here he could clear his mind and focus on what he liked to do. It was a quiet place where not many came. The wind would blow softly and Yoongi could sit for hours watching the flowers sway. Just behind the Meadow in the distance was the local college. It was famous for having the best dance and vocal program. Yoongi walked to the edge of the meadow to take some shots of the people coming in and out of the school. Today his subjects were three boys. One had black hair with puffy cheeks and was the shortest, the other was taller and slender with bright orange hair, and the last one looked a little younger and had red hair. Yoongi watched at the black haired boy smiled and punched the orange haired boy in the shoulder. The red haired one looked like he was going to fall over laughing at the other two. Yoongi smiled as he watched the boys. He wished he had actually finished school, but then again would he have really finished? Things like school were boring to him he’d much rather learn thing that were interesting to him and things like Math, English, and History didn’t matter to him. He could memorize things quite easily, which was why running a business wasn’t that hard. He sighed and decided to take a nap in the quite meadow.

 

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                19 year old Jimin punched his friend Taehyung the shoulder. “YAH! That’s not funny!” But, even Jimin couldn’t contain a grin at the cheesy joke Taehyung had just told. Their other friend Jungkook laughed at the two of them almost falling over in the mean time. A hand then snaked its way around Jimin’s arm.

“Jiminie your arms are so sexy.” A voice purred in his ear.

“YAH! You creepy old man, let go of me!” Jimin shook the 26-year-old Jin off his arm and glared at him.

“Aww, Jimin why are you so mean to your teacher!” Jin gave his best puppy eyes.

“Because you’re just the college health educator and not technically my teacher. And just cuz you’re my neighbor and watched me grow up doesn’t mean you can do creepy shit like that to me.” Jin fake cried and ran over to Jungkook and hugged him.

“Kookie, tell Jiminie to stop being mean to me!” Jin whined.

Jungkook sighed and unlatched Jin’s arms from around him. “Taehyung and I have to go to class and Jimin has work.”

“We can play with you later, Jin.” Taehyung spoke with his deep voice and Jin squealed with joy hugging Taehyung before skipping off.

“Ugh, he’s such a princess.” Jimin rolled his eyes and said his goodbyes to his friends. The boys had grown up with each other—Jin included. Although he was older it never bothered the boys because they knew Jin didn’t have friends his age. Mostly because they didn’t like how short tempered and child like he could be. It was for that reason that he never really pushed Jin away. Jimin had lost his parents at a young age in a car accident and was sent to live with his Aunt who was never home. He’d had to fend for himself until Jin had taken pity on him and invited him to his house to eat and play.

                Jimin literally ran to work—he was really late and his boss would probably kill him if he noticed that fact. Luckily, he was able to sneak past his boss and into the locker room, where he quickly changed in to his uniform. The café Jimin worked at was starting to get busy with customers and he ran around taking everyone’s order with no time to relax or breathe. By the time they had closed it was dark out and his boss left him to close up shop. As he was walking home, he bumped into someone that was in a hurry.

“Sorry!” Jimin called after the person he then glanced at the ground and noticed they dropped something. “Hey you…” But the person was already out of sight. He looked at the item and noticed it looked like a memory card for a camera. He decided to hang on to it, putting it into his book bag and hoping the person would come to the café looking for it.

                When he got home, he dropped his bag and laid down on his bed, closing his eyes. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop thinking about the memory card he found. Curious as to what was on it, he fished his laptop out of his bag and put the card in it. It soon opened and Jimin stared dumbfounded at it. On it was pictures of beautiful scenery. He scrolled through them and then stopped when he noticed a picture of himself. It was somewhat weird that there was a photo of him, was someone stalking him? He shivered at the thought and closed his laptop. That night Jimin couldn’t get much sleep as he kept thinking about the photo.

               

Chapter Text

 (Yoongi POV)

A loud crash could be heard from Yoongi’s room as he searched through all of his belongings. “Shit, where did I leave it?!”

“Leave what?” Namjoon stood at Yoongi’s door with a toothbrush in his mouth.

“My memory card for my camera.” Yoongi moved to the next room with Namjoon in tow, watching as he destroyed every room in the house. Hoseok soon joined them.

“What’s gotten into him?” Hoseok asked Namjoon.

“He lost his memory card.” Namjoon said with a mouth full of toothpaste.

“YAH! Yoongi you better clean this up when you’re done, because I’m sure as hell not going to.” Hoseok was about to go into lecture mode when Yoongi flew past him out the door. “I wasn’t done talking to you!” He yelled at the door as his roommate exited.

 “Maybe I dropped it somewhere.” Yoongi mumbled to himself as he retraced his steps from last night. He walked slowly, eyeing the ground carefully and ended up by a café. Sadly, there was still no sign of his memory card. However, this place did look familiar to him. “Oh right, I bumped into someone here.” He then began to search the area for his memory card. Just as he began searching, a pair of shoes blocked his line of sight. He looked up to the owner, ready to go off on them, but gasped when he realized who it was.

“Are you looking for something, sir?” A concerned voiced asked. Yoongi recognized that face. It was the boy with the black hair and adorable puffy cheeks. Up close, he could see all the muscle the boy had. He looked cute yet sexy, Yoongi had never been picky with who he found attractive. Maybe it was photographer in him.  

“M…my memory card.” Yoongi didn’t mean to stutter, it just happened. It wasn’t every day that a photographer got to meet their candid subjects, after all.

“Did you drop it here?” The boy offered a hand to Yoongi to help him up.

The red-haired boy grabbed it and popped up, dusting himself off. “Yeah. I bumped into someone and must have dropped it.” He sighed.

“Well, I think I have what you’re looking for.” Yoongi’s eyes brightened with hope. “Yesterday I found a memory card here. But I left it at my apartment. You can wait here while I grab it, but I might be awhile.”

“Could I just come with you? It’s kind of important to me.” Yoongi looked anxiously at the boy.

“Uh…sure I guess.” The boy shrugged.

            The walk to the boy’s apartment was quiet and awkward. Yoongi was relieved that the boy didn’t know who he was. People always treated him differently when they found out, or knew, that he was a gangster. It wasn’t that he was a bad person, but the things he did weren’t considered good deeds either. He was actually rather shy when it came to dealing with people other than Hoseok and Namjoon. When they dragged him to parties, he would stand in the corner by himself. Namjoon often tried to bring girls over so he could get some action, but nine times out of ten the women would end up finding him boring because he would barely talk. He was the opposite of Hoseok—who had no problems picking up people because he was a flirt. Namjoon didn’t seem to have a problem either, but at times he could be just as shy as Yoongi. He sighed thinking about.

“Hey, we’re here.” A hand touched Yoongi and startled him. He hadn’t realized how deep he was thinking. Well it wasn’t like the boy could get his attention any other way, they never exchanged names.

 

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(Jimin’s POV)

            Jimin had been walking to the library to meet up with Taehyung and Jungkook, they had an exam in their English class and seriously needed to study, when along the way he spotted someone searching for something by his work. He came to a halt in front of the person.

“Are you looking for something, sir?” Jimin was curious why someone would be on their hands and knees looking for something.

“M...my memory card.” The guy stuttered. It was kind of cute and Jimin tried to hold back a chuckle.

“Did you drop it here?” Jimin offered his hand to him. The guy grabbed it and helped him up.

The mystery man dusted himself off, “Yeah, I bumped into someone and must have dropped it.” The man then let out a tired sigh.

“Well…I think I have what you’re looking for.” Jimin watched his face brightened. The man that once had a tired expression now was wearing a excited smile. Jimin hadn’t expect the man to be so happy that he found it. Shouldn’t he be mad at him? It was all kind of weird to him. “But I left it at my apartment. You can wait here while I grab it, but I might be awhile.” He would have told him to tag along, but he didn’t know the guy. What if he was some kind of stalker? Or worse, what if he was a rapist? He did have pictures of him on the camera, after all.

“Could I just come with you? It’s kind of important to me.” The question sounded earnest and Jimin’s instinct told him that he’d be safe. He figured it would be okay to have him come along. He made sure to text Jungkook and Taehyung about his whereabouts, just in case there was trouble and he needed someone to bail him out.

“Sure, I guess.” Jimin turned around and started leading the way to his apartment. The walk seemed so long when he didn’t have his music. He looked over at the man hoping to start a conversation, but he looked so deep in thought that Jimin decided against it. Thirty, long, awkward minutes later, they’d arrived at his apartment.

“Hey, we’re here.” Jimin touched the man’s shoulder and he almost jumped out of his skin. He didn’t mean to scare the poor guy, but he wasn’t sure how else to get the man’s attention. It wasn’t like he knew his name. He unlocked his door and let the man in. “Sorry for the mess.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem.” The man stood there awkwardly. Jimin wasn’t sure if he should tell him to make himself comfortable. It wasn’t like he’d take too long to find it… He hoped.

“Well…let me go grab it for you.” Jimin walked to his room, hoping to find it quickly. But luck wasn’t on his side. “Crap, where did I put it!”

(Yoongi POV)

Yoongi had waited for about ten minutes before growing impatient. What’s taking this kid so long? He blew out a puff of air and walked to the room his host had gone in to. He stood in the doorframe, watching the kid silently. Soon enough he grew impatient and snapped, “So where is it?” The kid jumped and fell over, the porn magazine he’d been holding landing straight on his head.  

“Shit, you scared me.” He put a hand on his racing heart. Yoongi laughed at him and the well-worn magazine on his head.

“That’s a great volume you got there.” He gestured to the boys head. “I liked that one.” The boy pulled the magazine off his head, cheeks turning a bright shade of red. He then proceeded to throw the magazine at Yoongi with a pout on his face. The dark haired boy went back to searching and gave Yoongi the opportunity to look around his room. His eyes zeroed in on a framed picture of a little boy with a medal around his neck . The caption read: “You did it Jimin!”

“So, your name’s Jimin?” He questioned.

Jimin looked like a deer in the headlights. “How did you know!?” Yoongi pointed to the picture. “Oh…” Just then Yoongi noticed Jimin’s computer with what looked like a memory card sticking out. He walked over to it and pulled it out.

“Were you looking at my pictures?!” Yoongi’s anger started to rise. He hated when people went through his stuff.

Jimin gulped. “Sorry, I was curious. I didn’t mean to! I swear.” Yoongi walked over to Jimin cornering him. In the moment he was too mad to even think about how his actions looked to the now scared boy. Jimin’s only thought was “Oh god. I’m so dead.”

Yoongi slammed his hand right above Jimin’s head. “I don’t like when people do that!” Jimin looked like he was about to cry. The taller boy ripped his hand away—or, tried to anyway. His bracelet that symbolized his gang got caught on something before ripping off of his wrist, even as he grabbed Jimin by his shirt. Yoongi glared at him.

“Sorry.” Jimin whispered looking away from Yoongi.

Yoongi let Jimin’s shirt go. “You’re lucky I’m nice and that I’m letting you get away with this. if we were on the streets, you’d be dead by now.” He turned to leave before looking over his shoulder, throwing one last glare at Jimin.  What he failed to notice was that when he ripped his hand away, the bracelet with his name and the date his gang had formed was still on the floor. Each member in the group had one with their names on it so they didn’t forget who they were and where they belonged.

 

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(JIMIN POV)

            After the fiasco with the stranger, Jimin noticed the fallen object on his floor and picked it up. He eyed the worn leather bracelet, tracing his fingers over the letters. “Yoongi.”  So that’s his name. Jimin thought, unsure why he cared about the name of someone who pinned him against his own wall and threatened him. All he got out of the encounter was that this Yoongi dude wasn’t a nice guy, it seemed like he had a short fuse, and looked like he was completely covered in tattoos. He had gotten a sneak peak of the one Yoongi’s chest because the tee shirt he wore was just a little too big and had a slight V-neck. Jimin wished he had been able to see all of it, it looked…interesting. “Ah shit. What am I thinking? It’s not like I’ll ever see him again.”  Jimin shook the thought out of his head shoving the bracelet in his pocket, texting Jungkook and Taehyung to say that he was alive and was on his way to meet them.

            “Jimin! You took so long,  I thought I would die!” Jin ran over to Jimin and clung onto him.

“Ah, let go of me! Who invited him?” Jimin glared at Jungkook and Taehyung .

“Don’t lie, you like Jin! Well not like that, but you enjoy his company.” Taehyung laughed at Jimin.

“Let’s go eat at Jin’s place, Jimin. Jin feed us! I’m hungry.” Jungkook pouted at Jin. “Please Jin.”

“Ok let’s go!” Jin dragged Jimin with him. “You’re coming too.”

The walk to Jin’s place wasn’t long, maybe about 10 minutes but it always seemed shorter because the boys would all tell stories about their day. Jin was going on about this hot guy he saw with blond white-ish hair and a tattoo above his eye. Apparently Jin had seen this guy at the convince store he liked to go to that isn’t too far from the school. Jimin had zoned out at this part, he never cared much for Jin’s stories because they always ended badly. When his friend decided to make a move on the attractive guys he saw it always ended in heartbreak because often times, they’d turn out to be straight. Jin had been dealing with this since coming out in middle school, prior to becoming friends with the boys. They respected his choices and just wanted him to be happy. With that in mind, Jimin let his mind wander.

PAST

“Jiminie!”  8 year old Jimin’s neighborhood friend said.

“Zelo?” Jimin walked over to his friend.

“Jiminie, I’m moving tomorrow.” Jimin felt tears start to form in his eyes.

Tears started to run down his face. “No Zelo, you can’t move!” Zelo kissed Jimin’s tears away.

“Mommy always kisses my tears away when I cry.” Zelo smiled at the blushing Jimin.

Zelo had always been Jimin’s first love. At that time, he didn’t know boy’s were suppose to be interest in girls.

“Jiminie! Earth to Jimin!” Taehyung waved a hand in Jimin’s face snapping him out of his daze.

“Oh yeah. I’m here.” Jimin smiled at Taehyung. They entered Jin’s house and all sat on the couch, getting comfortable as the older boy handed them drinks.

“Beer and Chicken?” Jin asked holding out a plate that had been left over from the night before.

“Yes!” The boys shouted in unison. Technically Jin wasn’t suppose to give them beer until they were 20, but the boys were always responsible. He usually stuck to giving them one or two anyway—enough to get them buzzed but not drunk. This time, however, he wasn’t watching them as closely. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the handsome stranger he’d seen earlier, he was totally his type. But the thoughts kept wandering and ended up leaving his mind in the gutter.  They decided to play ‘Never Have I Ever’ on a whim.

“Never have I ever skipped class!” Jungkook laughed at the looks of the others.

“Pshh, goodie two shoes!” Jimin snacked Jungkooks’s shoulder. Jin, Taehyung and Jimin all took sips of their beer. It was Taehyug’s turn next.

“Never have I ever had sex with random people.” It was an obvious stab at Jin because he was the oldest. Jin glared at Taehyung and took a swig of his drink.

“You’re a dick Tae…okay, my turn.” Jin thought for a second. “Never have I ever been able to dance!”

“Ugh, not fair!” Jimin sighed. He and Jungkook both took a drink of beer.

“Never have I ever been called an Alien!” Jimin grinned at Taehyung. The game went on like this. Each taking fun stabs at each other. They had lost track of time and after getting pretty tipsy it was Jungkook’s idea to go clubbing.

“I wanna dance!” Jungkook had whined. “Please Jin!”  Jin sighed never being able to resist the cute and pouty Jungkook. He drove the boys to his favorite club, it was an 18+ so Jungkook was able to go.  When they arrived there was a line and some people looked angry. Jin had asked around and heard that there was a problem inside the club, which delayed it from opening.

 

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(YOONGI POV)

After Yoongi had gotten his memory card from Jimin he headed back to his house.

“You’re back.” Namjoon had been sitting on the couch watching re-runs of some drama he really liked. Yoongi had a scowl on his face when he got in.

“Yeah, I’m back Joonie.” He let out a heavy sigh and sat next to Namjoon.

“Didn’t find it, did you?” Namjoon lowered the volume on TV.

“No, I did.” He sighed again.

Namjoon looked at him with a confused expression. “Then what’s the problem?”

“He looked at my photos...and I think I had a photo of him. I feel like some creeper.“

“What does it matter Yoongi? You won’t see him again, dude, you’re an infamous gangster and being upset that some kid saw your pictures is stupid.” Namjoon patted Yoongi’s back. Just then, Yoongi’s phone started to ring.

“Hello?” He answered

“Man Yoongi, you gotta get down here, we need your help.”

“Give me five minutes, I have to change.” Yoongi hung up. He went to his room and put on his suit with the matching hat that he always wore when he had business to do. “I’m leaving Joonie, I have work to do. Let Hoseok know.” He closed the front door and got in his car.

Yoongi drove to the club he owned. The manager of it had called and said there had been some problem. He walked in from the back entrance tipping his hat to the bouncers. They moved out of his way letting him in. He noticed a commotion by the DJ table.

“What seems to be the problem?” Yoongi’s voice startled everyone.

“Boss, the DJ won’t play. He wants to quit and no one else can DJ tonight.” Yoongi sighed.

“Let him go. I know someone.” He turned to the DJ. “Don’t you dare bother coming back here. I will have you shredded limb from limb if I see you here again.” The DJ stared wided-eyed at Yoongi frozen in place. “Don’t test me boy!” He grabbed the DJ’s collar and shoved him to the ground. “Get out of here!” The DJ then ran, scared out of his wits. Yoongi sighed pulling out his phone.

“Hello?!” A cheerful voice could be heard.

“Hey Hoseok, I need you and Namjoon to come to the club and DJ to night.”

“Aye-aye boss. We’ll be right down.” Yoongi closed his phone. Hoseok and Namjoon arrived soon after.

“Thank guys. I can always count on you.” He smiled at his two friends.

Namjoon and Hoseok arrived soon after receiving Yoongi’s plea for help. They walked up to the front entrance past all the people waiting in line. They met up with Yoongi and he showed them to the DJ booth. After getting set up Yoongi signaled to the bouncers to let everyone. The music started up after and everyone started to dance.

 

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(JIMIN POVV)

Finally, after waiting in line for an hour and a half they started letting everyone in. The booze had started to wear off and Jimin decided to get another drink. He had his fake ID on him and handed it to the bartender. He looked questioningly at the young man. “What are you having, sir?”

“I’ll have...” Jimin was then cut off by a voice.

“He’ll have a Kiss on The Lips.” Jimin turned to the person who just ordered for him. The person grinned at him and tipped his hat to the bartender. He watched as the well-dressed man walked away. The person sounded familiar to him.

“It’s on the house.” The bartender handed the drink to Jimin. He took a sip. It wasn’t bad tasting. He actually liked what the guy ordered for him.  Walking back over to the table where only Taehyung was sitting and sat down.

“Where are Jin and Jungkook?” Taehyung pointed to the dance floor, his eyes followed the hand and saw Jungkook grinding his ass into Jin’s crotch. “I so did not need to see that! He’s perverting poor little Kookie!”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Kookie has always been a perv.” Taehyung eyed Jimin’s drink.

“Ugh no, don’t tell me that!”

 “What’s that?” Taehyung took the drink out of Jimin’s hands and smelled it. Taehyung made a sour face after smelling it. “Ugh, gross.”

“It’s really good! Try it Tae.” Taehyung took a sip and made an even more sour face. “

“Too sweet!” Taehyung handed the drink back and chugged his water. After finishing his drink, Jimin dragged Taehyung to the dance floor and forced him to dance with him. Taehyng had never been a great dancer but he moved his hips to the beat while Jimin was doing all his fancy moves. They made their way closer to Jin and Jungkook, who were still dancing to together. Jin had spotted them and stopped dancing with Kookie who just pouted at him.

“Tae! Dance with me!” Jin grabbed Taeyung’s hand and pulled him over to him while shoving Jungkook and Jimin. “You can dance with him Kookie!” Jin then proceeded to wrap his arms around Taehyung’s waist pulling him closer in. He shoved Taehyung’s leg between his and started to grind on him.

Jimin sighed and shook his head. “Preverted old man, I swear...”

“Jiminie! Do you wanna dance with me?” Jungkook gave him his best puppy-dog face.

“Sure Kookie, except I refuse to let you grind on me.” Jungkook gave him an evil smile.

“But I thought you liked me.” He whined.

Jimin sighed. “Not like that, Kookie.” Jungkook pouted knowing he’d get nothing out of Jimin like this.

“Fine, I’ll dance with someone else!” Jungkook left Jimin standing the middle of the dance floor.

Jimin walked off the dance floor and grabbed another drink. This time he settled for some shots. He sat at the bar by himself and stared at everyone having a good time. He shoved his hand in his pocket. His fingers ran over the bracelet he had shoved in his pocket earlier. He pulled it out and looked at. He ran his fingers over the letters his mind wandered back to Yoongi for a split second before shoving the item back in his pocket. He was five shots in before he started to feel a little drunk and decided to hail a taxi back to his apartment.

 

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(YOONGI POV)

Yoongi had done his good deed for the night. He ordered the kid he had shoved into the wall a drink without being discovered.  He felt bad that he was hard on the kid. Smiling to himself, he remembered how soft the boy’s skin felt. But something felt different. Yoongi just couldn’t put his finger on it. He pushed up the sleeve of his suit, stopped, and looked at his wrist. “Wait where is it!?” He started too panic. “Shit it must have fallen off at that kids place.” Yoongi walked briskly out of the club and got in his car. “Crap, I’m still in my suit.” He quickly changed and turned on his car. He knew it was already 2 am but he needed it back. It was more important to him than his memory card.  He drove to the kid’s place because luckily, he had remembered how to get there. He pounded on Jimin’s door hoping he’d already be home from the club. Yoongi waited impatiently. Bright lights hit his face and he noticed Jimin staggering to the door.

“Why are you here?” Jimin slurred.

“You have something of mine, I dropped it here.” Yoongi said as clamly as he could

 Jimin stared at him with glazed eye.“You’re really hot, I want you.” He grabbed Yoongi’s face and pressed his lips to him. Yoongi shoved him away.

“You’re drunk, kid. You don’t want me, I’m not a nice guy, I can and will hurt you.” Jimin then fell over onto Yoongi. He caught him. “Shit he passed out.” Yoongi felt Jimin’s pants trying to find the key. He stuck his hand in Jimin’s pocket and got his keys. Right after they got into the house Jimin threw up all over himself and Yoongi.

“Dammit kid, I’m not here to babysit you!” He dragged Jimin to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. Yoongi took a tissue and wiped Jimin’s face and mouth off. But there was still throw up all over both on their shirts. Yoongi couldn’t just leave him like this. He pulled Jimin’s shirt over his head and balled up the shirt and throwing into what looked like the hamper and also took his shirt off and threw that in as well. He grabbed a shirt off the ground and smelled it to make sure if was clean. He pulled it over his head. Yoongi grabbed another shirt and struggled to put in on the sleeping Jimin. Looking down at Jimin’s pant, he let out a breath when he noticed the throw up was on his pants too. He unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down. He pulled Jimin’s pants off and threw them in the hamper.

“You are gonna be the death of me, kid.” He pet Jimin’s head and the boy cuddled into his hand smiling peacefully. Yoongi sighed and pulled his hand away. “Rest up.” He let himself out and then drove home. When Yoongi got home, he went straight to his bed and laid down. It had been an eventful day for him and he fell asleep shortly after.

 

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(JIMIN POV)

Jimin woke up with a killer headache and a bunch of missed calls. He winced as he opened the blinds to let the sun in. “Why is it so bright out.” He staggered to the kitchen and got a cup of water, eventually sitting down at the table and resting his head on it. Just has he closed his eyes his phone started to ring.

“Hello?” Jimin groaned.

“You sound like shit.” The voice said.

“Nice to talk to you too, Jin.”

“What happened to you? I couldn’t find you when I went to leave…” Jin sounded concerned.

“Can you come over? I feel really shitty.” Jimin sounded tired.

“Yeah, I’ll come.” Jin hung up the phone.  Ten minutes had passed and Jimin heard his door unlock. Jin knew where his hideaway key was and always let himself in.

“Why didn’t you come check on me if you were so worried about me?” Jin looked guilty at the question.

“Uh well…” Jin grabbed his neck nervously.

Jimin instantly sat up. “What happened?”

“Um well. After Taehyung and I left you and Kookie we were dancing and things got kind of heated and we kind of started making out… and ended up in the corner” Jin paused. “And then I pushed him pushed to wall and I stuck my hands under his shirt…”

“And? What happened then?” Jimin stared at Jin.

“Well he started to moan… but I don’t know what I did. He just pushed me away. He looked like there were tears in his eyes.” Jin’s eyes started to water. “Jimin what did I do. I didn’t mean to do that to Tae.” Jin hugged Jimin and cried into his shoulder.

“Shh, Its gonna be okay Jin.” Jimin rubbed his hand on Jin’s back. “Taehyung will forgive you, I promise.”

Jin sniffed and looked at Jimin. “You really think he will?”

“Yes Jin, now please stop crying. You look ugly and I’m hung over.” Jimin laid his head on the table again and groaned.

Jin wiped his tears away. “Well first of all, how the hell did you get home? You reek of vomit.”

Jimin smelled his shirt. “Ugh I do.” He then realized he wasn’t in the clothes he was in that night. He tried to remember what happened.

(FLASH BACK)

“Taxi!” Jimin waved his arm at the taxi coming his way. It stopped in front of him.

“Where to?” The taxi driver asked. Jimin gave him his address and laid his head on the window. He didn’t remember the ride home but he did remember getting out and seeing someone at his door. He staggered over to it and stood in front of the person. He then realized it was Yoongi.

“Why are you here?” Jimin tried to sound angry but it came out slurred instead.

“You have something of mine. I dropped it here.”Yoongi replied.

 Jimin wasn’t sure but something in his drunken state of head was telling him how sexy Yoongi looked right now. “You’re really hot. I want you.” He grabbed Yoongi’s face and pressed his lips to him. Yoongi shoved him away. Jimin staggered back and then felt himself starting to fade. He vaguely remembered Yoongi saying something like “You’re drunk. You don’t want me. I can hurt you.” Before he blacked out.

The next thing Jimin remember was throwing up on himself and Yoongi and then passing out again. He does hazily remember someone petting his head.

It must have been him that had changed Jimin.

“Did you remember something…?” Jin asked.

“Just that I hailed a taxi and got myself home, I must have changed too.” Jimin didn’t want to tell Jin about Yoongi. “I’m gonna go shower now.”

Jimin head gotten out of the shower and smelled food. He walked to the kitchen and saw Jin setting food on the table.

“I made you rice porridge.”

“Thank you Jin.” Jimin sat down and started to devour the porridge.

“I’m gonna go now Jimin, looks like you’ll live. I have to go mend my friendship with Taehyung.”

“Good luck Jin.”

 

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(YOONGI POV)

Yoongi rolled over in bed and stretched. He smelled something good and tried to figure out what it was. He looked down at shirt and remembered it was the one he took from Jimin’s. Curious he pulled the collar up a bit and smelled it, the shirt smelled like peppermints mixed with something sweet. Yoongi inhaled the smell deeply. “Aish. Why am I smelling this kids shirt.” Yoongi smelled it again and then cursed. He pulled it off tossing it on the ground and walked to the shower. The warm water felt good on his skin and his mind wandered back to last night. He ran his hand over his lips as his remember how soft Jimin’s were. “Shit. I’m losing it.” He finished up his shower and clean put clean clothes on.

“Yoongi?” He heard a knock at his door. Yoongi opened it and Hoseok bound in and lay on Yoongi’s bed. “Can I talk to you?”

“Hmm, shoot.” He sat on his bed next to Hoseok and was ready to listen.

“Well last night I met this kid after I switched with Namjoon. He had beautiful orange hair, but he was crying when I saw him. I tried to ask him what was wrong and he would only shake his head, he refused to answer me, so I grabbed him up into my arms and hugged him as he cried. I convinced him to come home with me and he agreed…he was sweet and looked so lost and sad, I didn’t know what to do. So I grabbed his hand and held it as we drove here, I got him into my room and laid down with him, kissed away his tears and laid sweet kisses all over his body but we didn’t have sex. We just fell asleep in each other’s arms. Then when I woke up, he was gone. There was a note that said “Thank you for last night” ~Taehyung. But now I’m sad and I don’t know why, Yoongi.” Yoongi had known Hoseok had never really cared who he got with as long as he got something…mainly sex. It was weird that Hoseok didn’t have sex with this guy and was on the verge of tears because of him.

“You got it bad, Hoseok.” Yoongi frowned at him.

“What do you mean?” Hoseok looked confused.

“That’s for you to figure out my friend, I might be in the same situation as you.” Yoongi sighed

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Jin had brought the boys to his favorite club. He had dragged Jungkook with him to the dance floor while Taehyung waited at a table for Jimin. That night Jin didn’t care who he danced with, he just needed to get the tattooed man out of his head. Unfortunately, that was impossible and Jin kept thinking of him. “I need to stop this.” So he opted to dance with his beloved and cute little Jungkook. At times Jungkook could be very naughty—he never listened to Jin and always did what he wanted, which always pissed him off. Jin never really thought of Jungkook that way but tonight… well, here was Jungkook grinding his sweet, sexy ass into Jin’s crotch. Normally he would have pushed him away, but tonight Jin’s mind was too clouded with booze and thoughts of having that sexy blonde guy shoving him onto the bed and having his way with him.

“Kookie…” Jin’s lips grazed over Jungkook’s ear. “If you kept this up you’re going to turn me on.” At that point his sweet little Kookie looked over his shoulder, throwing Jin a sexy glaze and grinding into him more. “This little shit.” Jin lost control of himself and let out a low growl. He knew he had to get away from Jungkook before he did something he regretted. Luckily, he spotted Taehyung and Jimin dancing near each other. He stopped dancing with Jungkook and shoved him towards Jimin. He could only hope that Jimin had seen the pleading look in his eyes as he grabbed Taehyung’s hand and dragged him away. Jin had always had a small crush and Taehyung, but never enough to actually make a move on him. He thought he was hot, he’d bang him, but no more than that. He actually wasn’t sure if he could put up with dating Taehyung because sometimes he was just downright weird. As a friend, it was fine and didn’t bother him too much, but could he really put up with it all the time? At the end of the day, all he wanted was some fun—which he could have with Taehyung.

“Hmm Tae…you look hot tonight.” Jin licked his lips and moved his legs so they were on either side of Taehyung’s left leg.

The comment had caused Taehyung to blush. “Thank you Jin.” He smiled at him. “You’re hot too.” He thought that he would have the guts to actually tell Jin that but he didn’t. When he felt Jin start to grind on his leg, his mind went blank. All his focus was now on Jin. “Shit he looks so sexy doing that.” Jin threw his head back a bit as he continued to grind on Taehyung. In that moment all he wanted to do was pull Jin closer and feel more of his body on his. So he did. He took a risk and hoped he wouldn’t be rejected. Taehyung had never been one to have a lot of confidence with people he was attracted too, but Jin hadn’t pushed him away. He put his hands over Taehyung’s neck, which caused his leg to move farther in, pressing against Taehyung’s junk.

Jin moved his lips to Taehyung’s ear. “Hmm, babe, I want you.” He bit his ear running his tongue along the edge of it. He heard Taehyung let out a quiet moan, which made Jin smile and continued teasing him. He moved his lips down to Taehyung’s neck and bit the skin lightly.

“Jin.” Taehyung had let out a breathy moan pushing his crotch more against Jin’s leg. “This feels so good.” He was focusing on every little thing Jin did with that sweet mouth of his. He grabbed Jin’s chin and roughly pushed his lips on to his. At first, it was just lip-to-lip but then he felt Jin running his tongue along his lips opening his mouth allowing his tongued in. Taehyung ran his tongue against Jin’s and they playfully battled with their mouths. Jin smiled again Taehyung’s lips before sucking on his lower lip, pulling away with it still between his teeth and releasing it quickly.  Taehyung moaned and leaned into Jin’s ear, tracing his tongue over it. “Jinnn~! I’m so turned on.” He blushed at his own words. “What the hell am I saying.”

Jin only nodded and held Taehyung’s hand while pulling him in to a corner. He shoved him against it and kissed him roughly. His lips traced a path down his neck, and he made sure to leave a mark, claiming him for the evening. “Tonight you’re mine Tae.” Jin growled in his ear and palmed his crotch. “Oh look. Someone’s already hard for me.” He took his hand off of his crotch and pushed it under Taehyung’s shirt, rubbing over his nipple. Taehyung moaned Jin’s name. “That’s right baby. You’ll be screaming my name tonight.” Jin thought as he pinched and rolled the nipple between his fingers.

Taehyung wasn’t sure, but something in the back of his mind told him this wasn’t right. This was meant for someone special. He felt sad when he remembered that Jin didn’t actually love him, he just wanted some action. “No I don’t want this!” he pushed Jin away, feeling tears well up in his eyes. It wasn’t that he was sad over Jin, he had been hit with the realization that no one would ever love him. He was too weird. Sure, his friends put up with him, but would a lover? He had always put himself down, telling himself he wasn’t good enough to be loved.

Tears had started to fall down his face, stinging his eyes. He hadn’t even bothered to wipe them away as he ran from Jin. Panic had already set in and he wasn’t watching where he was going. Taehyung felt the impact as he ran in to a body, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to get away. He brushed past the person but didn’t get too far because someone put their hand on his wrist, stopping him.

“Hey aren’t you going to say sorry, kid?” Taehyung’s sobs became louder and all he could do was look down at the ground as more tears fell. “Wait…what’s wrong?” The voice that had just sounded angry became soft and concerned. The strange had put his fingers on Taehyung’s chin and tipped it up to look at him. He wiped away a tear. “What’s your name, kid?”

Taehyung barely managed to get his name out because his voice felt like it was caught in his throat—even breathing became harder. He finally looked the stranger in the eye’s when he heard the stranger’s name. The man had light brown hair and heart shaped lips.

“I’m Hoseok. Let me be your hope Taehyung, I can guide you.” Hoseok smiled down at the orange haired boy. For whatever weird reason, Taehyung knew we could trust this person. His words were sincere and calmed him slightly.

 

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Hoseok had been walking back from the bathroom when he felt a hard impact into his chest. His first instinct was to grab the person who bumped into him, but the boy had tried to brush past him. So he tightened the grip he had on his wrist. “Aish people these days.” He thought. “Hey aren’t you going to say sorry, kid?” The boy only looked to be 19 and had orange hair. The boy just looked down and refused to say anything. Hoseok was just about ready to go off on the boy, telling him to mind his manners, when he heard a soft sob. “Hey what’s wrong?” Hoseok wasn’t sure if he was the one that caused the boy to start crying. “Was I too harsh with him?” He lifted the boy’s chin up to get a better look. The boy’s eyes looked to be really puffy, indicating he had been crying before Hoseok found him. He just looked so sad, actually, sad was an understatement, he looked so broken and lost that now Hoseok wasn’t sure what to do. “I should help him.” Hoseok wiped some of his tears away with his thumb. “What’s your name, kid?” The boy had barely managed to get his name out, instead it came out as a strangled cry.

“Taehyung.” Even if he could barely understand him, Hoseok was surprised by the deep voice.

“I’m Hoseok, let me be your hope Taehyung, I can guide you.” Hoseok smiled weakly at Taehyung. He felt him relax a bit. Hoseok wrapped his arms around him and slowly petted his hair. “You’ll be okay, let me help you.” He felt Taehyung nod against his chest. With that, he took his hand in his and led him to his car. He opened the door for Taehyung and helped him in. After shutting it, he sent a quick text to Namjoon saying he was leaving. Hoseok got in the driver’s side of the car and stuck his keys in the ignition turning it on.

The heat felt warm on Taehyung’s cold skin. His face felt sticky from the now dried tears. “Thank you.” He whispered. He felt Hoseok grab his hand and ran his thumb up and down Taehyung’s hand. “This is nice.”

They arrived shortly after and Hoseok guided him to his room. He lay on the bed and motioned for Taehyung to come lay next to him. The boy was slow to move. “I don’t bite, well, only at nighttime when cute people are in my presence.” Hoseok smiled gently at the boy motioning once more for him to come over.

Taehyung walked slowly to Hoseok’s bed and he felt the tears threatening to come out again. This man, who didn’t even know him, was being so kind to him. He could have let Taehyung walk right past him and dwell on his misery, but being in the presence of another made him feel a little less miserable. He felt a tear escape and run down his cheek. He lay next to Hoseok and cuddled into his chest hoping he wouldn’t see the tears, but he wasn’t so lucky.

Hoseok lifted the boy’s chin up again. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me what happened, but I can tell you’re broken. Let me pamper you tonight.” Hoseok kissed away the fallen tear, which only cause Taehyung to cry more. Something about that kiss made everything he was feeling come out all at once, only this time it was five times more painful. It wasn’t just about Jin, it was all of his worries. How hard he was on himself, how no one could love him, how there were times he was surrounded by people but still felt lonely. And especially his past break-ups that he was confident he caused, even when it wasn’t his fault. Tears just kept pouring out as he remember almost all of his faults and past mistakes. He’d dwelled on them for years with no one to open up to, not even his closest friends.

Hoseok just sat there and watched the boy cry his heart out. It hurt his heart to see this poor kid look and sound so broken, even after allowing him to cry for 30 minutes. “He looks so beautiful even when he’s crying.” He brushed the tear soaked bangs from the orange haired boy’s face and looked down at him with a loving expression. “Why is my heart racing so fast?” Hoseok didn’t have answer for this question, but he did know that the boy’s lips were now pretty and pink. He didn’t second guess it and pressed his lips against them, making Taehyung stop crying completely.

“What is he doing?” For the second time this night, Taehyung just went with it. He slowly kissed Hoseok back—which felt different from kissing Jin. With Jin it felt raw and lust driven, the pair simply wanting to feel sweet pleasure. But this, this made his heart flutter. Hoseok caressed his cheek gently as his lips moved against his.

Ever so softly Hoseok moved his lips in sync with the boy’s. It felt right. There was none of the desperate lust that Hoseok was used to. He didn’t fall in love, every relationship had was always about getting some. It wasn’t that he was afraid of falling for someone, he just felt like he didn’t need to. It hadn’t felt right befor, there was no spark. But now his body felt like it was on fire. Every movement Taehyung made was electrifying and honestly I scared him a little. He’d never felt like this and at the same time, he didn’t want this feeling to end. All he wanted to do was please Taehyung. Before it had always been about himself—he was selfish that way. The people he was with always had to please him first and maybe, if they were lucky, he’d return the favor. Was that why he ended up being slapped a lot? He never realized it till now but nothing mattered. The only thing he was focused on was the fragile boy in his arms.

Hoseok moved his lips down Taehyung’s neck, placing sweet kisses one by one until he reached the collar of the boy’s shirt. He gently grabbed the edge of Taehyung’s shirt. “Is this okay?” The boy nodded in response. Hoseok slowly slipped the shirt over the boys head and continued to place kisses on Taehyung’s skin.

“Hobi...” Taehyung on breathed. Hoseok stopped everything he was doing and looked him in the eyes. He smiled at the cute nickname the boy called him and caressed his face again. “Can I take yours off too?” The boy motioned to Hoseok’s shirt. The older boy pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

“Come here.” He pulled Taehyung’s head to his chest with his arms wrapped protectively around the other. “He smells nice.”

Taehyung cuddled into Hoseok’s chest. He was comfortable and felt like nothing could harm him when he was in his arms. But he kept reminding himself that it was a onetime thing. In the morning the man holding him would forget he even existed—he wouldn’t want him any more.  But those thoughts soon faded in his head and his eyes started to feel heavy. Sleep soon took over.

Hoseok watched the boy breath slowly. He knew Taehyung fallen asleep as he placed a kiss on the boy’s forehead and closed his eyes. “I don’t want to let him go.”

 

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NEXT MORNING

Taehyung woke up before Hoseok, hoping to leave quietly. He didn’t want to deal with the aftershock of having the man wake up with him still in his arms, only to kick him out. Taehyung found a piece of paper and wrote a note on it. It would be the only thing Hoseok would have to remember him by.

Thank you for last night. ~Taehyung.

He let himself out and made his way back home. He was no longer sad, but he missed the flutter he felt when Hoseok had held him. He hadn’t had peaceful sleep in week and last night was the first night he had been able to get a full night’s sleep.

When Hoseok woke up he no longer felt the warmth beside him. He opened his eyes slowly and looked to his side. It was empty. There was no more Taehyung beside him. Instead, there was a note thanking him. No number, nothing, just a thank you. He was never one to get hung up on a one night stand but this, this made him feel like shit. Like his heart had broken. He hadn’t been expecting anything, but he had hoped to wake up next to the boy. Wake him up with kisses and maybe feed him pancakes but now he wouldn’t get to do any of that. The once warm bed was now cold with only a measly note. Hoseok angrily threw the note on the ground. “All I get is a note. Just a note.” Hoseok walked over picking up the note and folded it placing it in his nightstand. “I need to see him again.” He walked to Yoongi’s room hoping he’d be able to help him.

(JIN POV)

Jin had just gotten done talking to Jimin about last night and how badly he fucked up. He was on his way over to Taehyung’s to apologize to him. When he got there, he stood awkwardly in front of Taehyung’s door. He wasn’t sure if he even had the right to be there. Just as he was deciding to knock the door opened.

“Oh Jin… Hi.” Taehyung said uneasily. “Oh god why is he here.”

“I’m just here to apologize…I’m sorry I hurt you Tae, that was never my intention. I should have thought about how you felt but instead I acted on pure lust.” Jin rubbed his neck. “Please let him forgive me.”

Jin looked worried and Taehyung knew he really didn’t mean to hurt him. Besides, he wasn’t the only guilty party there. He had responded to Jin’s advances, after all. “I forgive you.” Taehyung invited Jin in and handed him a cup of coffee he had just made.

Sitting down at Taehyung’s table he took a sip of the coffee. “Could we forget last night happened?”

He shook his head. “I can’t forget Jin, it’s not you I’m mad at, it’s myself. I made the choice too.” Jin stared wide-eyed at the boy. He had never heard Taehyung sound so mature before. It made Jin feel like he was the younger one.

“Then could we just go back to being friends…you know I don’t have feelings for you in that way, I honestly just wanted a hook up.” Jin felt guilty telling him that. Taehyung had always been soft and easily hurt. He acted tough but always tried to deal with things on his own, never asking for help from others.

It hurt Taehyung’s heart a little to hear that, but by the same token he knew he felt the same way. Jin had always been an older brother to him. Maybe both of their judgments had been clouded. “I can do that.”

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A week had passed and Jimin’s laundry had started piling up. He really didn’t like doing it but it needed to be done, and luckily his apartment complex actually had a laundry room—there was no reason for him to haul his clothes to the Laundromat. The dark haired man carried his clothes to the laundry room and threw them all in the washer, adding a little detergent before leaving. There was no sense in waiting around and watching his clothes get clean, so he decided to pick up his apartment. He hadn’t realized how dirty it had gotten because he had been so busy with school and work that week. Come to think of it, he hadn’t talked to or seen his friends in a while either. He wondered if Jin had ever gone to make up with Taehyung—not that he was really worried about that. They would be okay, Taehyung never really held grudges against people. It didn’t take long for Jimin to pick up his place, but it did take forever for his laundry to finish washing and drying. Once everything was clean, he hauled it back up to his apartment to put it away. He was in the middle of folding his shirts when he noticed one that looked unfamiliar. “Is this mine?” He held it up and stared at it. It was a simple, plain white shirt that looked well worn. He sniffed it. “Definitely not mine.” He knew it wasn’t Jin or Taehyung’s because they didn’t wear plain white shirts, and the shirt wasn’t long enough to be Jungkook’s because he was least six feet tall. Jimin thought for a second, pulling off the shirt he was wearing to put on the white one. “It’s comfy…I like it. It’s mine now.” He smirked, feeling his phone vibrate. He didn’t even look at the caller ID before picking up.

“Hello?” He greeted.

“Jiminie, wanna get food with Taehyung and me? We’re getting burgers at the usual place.” Jungkook asked.

“Sure, be there in a little, I have to finish putting my laundry away.” Jimin hung up the phone and quickly finished his task before heading to the burger place. It was a 15 minute walk away which was nothing…plus Jimin didn’t actually own a car, himself. He walked over to the restaurant and spied his two friends waving at him from a corner booth. With a grin, he joined them. As usual they had ordered for him and his burger was already waiting for him when he sat down.

“Hey Jimin.” Taehyung and Jungkook said in unison. The pair eyed him, noticing something different about their friend.

“Is that even your shirt?” Taehyung observed, motioning to his clothes. Jimin looked down and noticed he was still wearing the mystery shirt.

“To be honest, I don’t think so. I have no idea whose it is though.” Jimin shrugged. He liked it and that was all that mattered. “Did you make up with Jin?”

“Hmm? Yeah, I did.” The orange haired boy took a sip of his drink.

Jimin nodded and took a bite of his burger. “Details?” He eyed his friend curiously.

“We just decided that we’d stay friends because we don’t think of each other that way.” Taehyung continued to eat his food.

“Hmm, but Jin said you left and he couldn’t find you…” The dark haired boy stared at him.

“Umm, well…” Taehyung told him the shortened version of meeting a guy who took him back to his house and treated him nicely. He didn’t mention too many details about it, though.

“As long as you’re safe Tae.” Jimin smiled.

“I got the waitresses number!” Jungkook smiled dumbly at his friends, wanting to join their conversation.

“Yah! You’re too young to be thinking about hooking up.” Jimin threw a napkin at his friend.

“But I’m 18!” He whined. They always treated him like the baby of the group and he hated it. He was far more experienced in things than they thought he was and he was only a year younger than them.

“Aish, you’re gonna be the death of me.” Jimin sighed.

Jungkook grinned. “Then stop treating me like the baby. I don’t like it.”

“But Kookie, we’re only trying to look out for you.” Taehyung patted his friend. He pouted at his friends.

“Aww, see!” Jimin reached over and pinched his cheeks. “You’re such a cutie. And we just don’t wanna see you get into trouble.” He cooed.

“Jin doesn’t baby me!” He swatted Jimin’s hands away.

“That’s because Jin is a perverted old man and probably wants to get in your pants.” Jimin finished the last of his burger. Jungkook rolled his eyes at the other boy’s comment. He wasn’t going to protest against it because Jin was willing to get into anyone’s pants.

After the boys finished eating, they decided to go to Karaoke. The three of them had always been pretty good at singing, but Jungkook was the best out of all of them. He was good at pretty much everything he did. Sometimes it made Jimin jealous because of how much attention the baby of the group would get,  but most of the time he tried to not let it bother him. He knew Jungkook wasn’t trying to shove his talent in his or Taehyung’s faces.

They had a blast singing their hearts out and by the time they left it was pitch black outside. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Oh, oh, Kookie! Can you sing Marry Me by  Jason Derulo?!” Taehyung jumped up excitedly.

“Sure.” He smiled at him and hit the play button. ”A hundred and five is the number that comes to my head. When I think of all the years I wanna be with you. Wake up every morning with you in my bed
That's precisely what I plan to do.”  Jungkook sang it perfectly, hitting all the high notes in all the right places. Taehyung stared at him in awe.

“You should sing Home by Michael Buble!” Jimin piped in. He had always loved hearing the deep voice while Taehyung sang.

“OK.” He hit play and started to sing. “Another summer day. Has come and gone away. In Paris and Rome. But I wanna go home. Mmmmmmmm.”

“Eyes, Noses and Lips by Taeyang!” Jimin said excitedly.

“That’s all you Kook. It’s your favorite song.” Taehyung handed him the mic.

Jungkook started to sing. “Don’t be sorry, that makes me more pitiful. With your pretty red lips please hurry, kill me and go.” Jimin got up and started to dance next to him singing.  “I’m all right. Look at me one last time. Smile like nothing’s wrong, so when I miss you I can remember. So I can draw your face in my mind.” Once they finished Taehyung got up and clapped for them.

“More!” Taeyung smiled.

“No Tae. I’m tired and it’s really late.” Jung grinned even though he was exhausted.

They decided to part ways and Jimin said goodbye to his friends, beginning to walk home. He lived in the opposite direction of them in the sketchier part of town—where it was pretty dangerous at night. He really didn’t feel safe walking home alone and normally tried to avoid it, but because they left so late there were no taxis in sight. Plus he knew the buses and trains had already stopped running, so he had no choice but to walk. He should have asked Taehyung or Jungkook to walk with him but they had already left by the time he had made his decision.

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                Yoongi had wasted most of his day away by lazing around. At one point Hoseok had gotten mad at him for doing nothing but watching TV and eating snacks, mostly because he’d made a mess. After his roommate had gotten on his case, he left, not wanting to deal with him. Hence the reason he was now aimlessly wandering around town. He hadn’t even had time to change and was still wearing what he dubbed as his “lazy clothes”. Which consisted of a beanie that said ‘Zzz’ on it and v-neck shirt that was a big enough to show off his chest tattoo. People often marveled at the beautiful ink, the design consisting of an open pocket watch with the chain of it hanging off to one side, hiding behind it. Wings sprouted from the watch itself, spanning across his chest to the ends of his collarbone, and the script underneath read Only Time Will Tell.  Not that anyone ever really saw it, just the lucky few who had seen him with his shirt off.

Yoongi hadn’t brought his camera with him this time. Lately he just hadn’t been inspired to take pictures. His mind had been riddled with thoughts of taking pictures of only one subject: Jimin. Maybe he really was going crazy. He shoved his hands into his ripped jeans and continued to walk. At this point, he had no idea how far he had even walked, but something caught his eye. He saw shadows moving against wall and heard a loud thud. Curious, he walked over and noticed four thugs beating up some kid. It reminded him of his first run in with Namjoon. “Yah, What are you doing?” He screamed at them. It made him angry to see people others beating up innocent people, it hit too close to home and made his blood boil.

“Oh, what do we have here?” One of the thugs said. He was massive and had a scar across his left cheek.

“Looks like another one wants to play, boss.” A man with a shaved head that was tattooed said.

“You wanna play, boy?” The one called Boss smirked at Yoongi. Apparently the thug didn’t realize that even if he looked young, he was the wrong person to piss off.

“Oh you wanna play? I doubt you wanna play with me punk.” He smiled wickedly at the four men. One came at him and punched him in the face, successfully knocking him down. Bad move, motherfucker. “You messed with the wrong person.” Yoongi got up, wiping the blood from his face as he lunged at the thugs. He punched one and dodged as another came at him. The thug was quick, but Yoongi was quicker, landing a kick to his gut. The third thug managed to punch Yoongi in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. But he soon regained his ground and continued to fight the men. Minutes passed and when he finally knocked the last one on the ground, he stood over the bloodied heap. “They don’t call me Suga for nothing, boys. I look sweet on the outside but I can take a hit…” The men stared at him, scrambling to get up.

“Shit, boss, he’s the leader of BTS! Never thought I’d get a glimpse of the man behind the legend.” The one with the tattooed head said.

“That’s me.” He crossed his arms and stared at them. The men then ran past Yoongi, scared shitless. “Hmph, that’ll teach them.” A whimper caught his attention. He turned around and saw a battered body laying on the ground. Crouching down to his level, he couldn’t get a good look at his face because the boy was on his stomach. “Hey, hey, kid? You okay?” He shook him, not getting a response. When he flipped him on to his back, he gasped. “Jimin?” He shook the body again, trying desperately to wake him up. With no success, he picked the shorter boy up, carrying him bridal style. He had no idea where he was walking, but a quick glance around revealed he was only twenty minutes away from his apartment. Twenty minutes is too long, he needs help now. Hailing a cab would be his best option. Once he got someone to stop he gave them the address to his place, feeling more panic start to set in during the drive.  The minute the cabbie pulled up outside of his complex he threw some cash at him, picking the unconscious boy back up. Yoongi carried Jimin all the way up to his place, kicking the door with his feet several times. After a few minutes, Namjoon opened the door and Yoongi rushed in, ignoring his roommate’s protests as he laid Jimin on his bed.

“Namjoon, I need you to grab the first aid kit.” He sounded desperate, and the blonde man did as he asked.  

“What happened?” Namjoon said as he handed him the first aid kit.

“Thugs beat him up.” Yoongi explained as he cleaned the boy’s wounds. As he was doing so, Jimin woke with a start.

“No! Don’t hurt me, I don’t have any money!” The dark haired boy pushed Yoongi, making him fall on his ass. He scrambled away and curled into a ball, yelping when his bruised knee collided with the floor.

“Yah, calm down kid.” He stated calmly, moving towards the frightened boy. Jimin now had tears streaming down his face and he was shaking. Yoongi wasn’t entirely sure what to do, but he sat next to him, rubbing his back soothingly. “Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay. No one can hurt you here.” He began tracing patterns against the muscle. “This poor kid.”

Jimin shocked Yoongi when he turned to him, tackling him so that they collided on to the floor. The dark haired boy was now hugging his chest, fisting his shirt, and crying into his neck. He tried to get up but Jimin wouldn’t let him. He sighed and started to rub the boys back again. He had curled up next to Yoongi and had a death grip on his shirt, but was slowly starting to calm down. The hand slowly rubbing his back was soothing to him—like his mom used to do when he was little and couldn’t sleep. A musky, sweet smell filled his nose very time he took a breath and he lifted his head a little to see who was holding him. The person’s face was blurry from his tears. He recognize the face but it didn’t register completely. “I’m getting so sleepy.”

Yoongi noticed the boy’s breathing had slowed and the crying had stopped. A quick peek revealed that, once again, Jimin had fallen asleep on him. “Why does he always fall sleep?” He sighed and closed his eyes as well. He couldn’t have been asleep more than ten minutes when the sound of someone screaming startled him. Opening his eyes, he looked at the boy laying next to him. His hands shook him. “Hey, hey wake up, it’s just a nightmare.”

“Mom, dad, come back, I’m sorry I was a bad boy!” The boy sobbed next to Yoongi.

“ Mommy and Daddy love you Jimin.”

“No, I hate you! You guys always leave me to go on trips…and it’s my birthday tomorrow.”

“Auntie will be there with you, Jiminie.”

“No! She’s never home either!” The 9 year old boy shoved his parents and ran away to his room.

“Bye Jimin, we’ll be home in 5 days, we can celebrate then.” That was the last time the boy ever saw his parents. The next day cops had come to his door and told his Aunt the sad news that his parents had been killed in a car accident. They had been driving up the mountains even though they had been told the roads were slippery and ended up dying on impact.  

“Jimin, wake up.” He heard a voice.

“Dad?” He opened his eyes and stared at the concerned looking Yoongi. “Yoongi? Why are you here?” Jimin looked shocked. “Why is he in my house?”

“Um…this is my house, kid. And you’re laying on my bed.” Jimin instantly covered his body with his hands. “Relax, kid, I didn’t do anything to you. I found you crumbled in a heap in an alley and saved your ass.”

“Oh…” It took a minute for the dark haired boy to process everything. “So, what happened?” He winced, realizing just how much his body hurt.

Yoongi sighed and pulled the boy to him, forcing him to lay his head on his chest. “It’s late Jimin, I’m tired and all I want to do is sleep.”

“But...” Jimin tried to protest.

“Shut it, kid. I’ll tell you tomorrow when we wake up.” Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin, hugging him protectively.

“I’m not a kid…” Jimin tiredly whined and yawned, snuggling into Yoongi.

“Joonie!” Hoseok quietly waved Namjoon over.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon said just a little too loudly.

“Shhhh! Look.” Hoseok pointed through the crack in Yoongi’s door. Namjoon poked his head in and gasped a little. There was Yoongi, their badass leader, cuddling with some adorable puffy cheeked kid. Yoongi had a happy smile on his face as he held the boy protectively. “Aren’t they cute!” Hoseok cooed.

“It’s kinda weird…” Namjoon said as he walked away, pulling Hoseok with him. “Leave them alone.” Hoseok sighed. Over the years, he and Namjoon couldn’t figure out what Yoongi’s deal was. It had occurred to them that their leader just hadn’t had time to figure out what he liked—he had spent the majority of his life just trying to survive. Not that they would care either way, but life wasn’t easy for the man. It never had been. So honestly, Hoseok was extremely happy that Yoongi had found someone. He had never seen him smile so peacefully in his sleep before.

Yoongi awoke when he kept hearing a phone ringing. “Ugh, shut up!” He angrily reached over and rejected the call, turning the phone off. It was too early too get out of bed—but then again, any time was too early for him to get up. He could sleep all day. He felt a body shift next to him and looked down, smiling at the adorable Jimin sleeping. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up.

“Morning, sleepy head.” Yoongi grinned. “He looks so cute.” Jimin’s hair was in completely disheveled and his face was now puffy because of all the cuts and bruises.

“I hurt everywhere.” He groaned in pain. Just then Hoseok bounded through the door.

“Good morning, good morning, good morning to you!” He sang cheerfully. The voice startled Jimin. He cuddled into Yoongi,  looking for comfort.

“Yah, quiet down Hoseok! You’re scaring the poor guy.” Yoongi petted Jimin’s head.

“Ohhh, lover boy!” Hoseok smirked at him.

“Yahhh!” Yoongi threw a pillow at Hoseok. The man simply laughed and skipped out of the room. “Yahh!  Come back here!”

“Yoongi….” He heard a quiet voice next to him.

“Hmm.” He hummed.

“I hurt….” Jimin looked at him with sad puppy eyes.

 Yoongi had forgotten about that. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He helped the boy take his clothes off leaving him in just his boxers. “Here.” Yoongi handed him a pair of clean clothes. “They should fit you.” He then directed the boy to the shower and showed him how to turn it on. Once he heard the water turn on, he walked to the kitchen.

“Don’t give me that look, Hoseok.” Hoseok stood there grinning like a fool at his friend.

“What look?” Hoseok played innocent. “He’s a cutie.”

“Hands off.” Yoongi growled.

“Relax, Yoongi. I’m not gonna steal him from you, all I said was that he’s cute. It’s a little too soon to be protective, don’t you think?”  

“Protective of what?” Namjoon walked in yawning.

“Of the kid.” Hoseok replied pouring a cup of coffee for Namjoon.

“Hmm, I see. Well I’ll be out today.” Hoseok and Yoongi both nodded. Namjoon left the room to change and get ready for the day. He said his goodbyes once he finished getting ready and walked out the door. Jimin then walked in with his hair still wet.

“You’re gonna get sick like that, let me dry it for you.” Yoongi dragged Jimin back to his room, trying to get away from the judging look Hoseok was giving him.

“I can do it myself.” Jimin pouted.

“No just…let me, okay?” Yoongi turned the blow dryer one and ran his hand through Jimin’s black locks.

Jimin blushed as the older man kept running his hands in his hair. It didn’t take long for his hair to be dry but when the drier stopped he missed the feel of the soft hand on his head. Though the same fingers that were once running through his hair now tilted his chin upward, giving Yoongi the chance to assess the damage. He hummed, grabbing the first aid kit to put medicine on Jimin’s cuts. The dark haired boy winced in pain—whatever he was putting on the cuts stung.

“Alright, done.” Yoongi started to put the first aid kit away. “Hoseok will feed you. I have some work I have to attend too.” Yoongi left soon after and Jimin just sat there.

“What just happened?” Jimin was a still dumbfounded that Yoongi had just left him.

“Come on, kid.” Hoseok had walked in and looked at the boy. “He didn’t leave because of you, he actually does have work to do.” Hoseok patted the boy on the shoulder. “Let me feed you.” Jimin nodded and got up slowly, following Hoseok to the kitchen. He pointed at a chair the dark haired boy could sit in as he pulled out pancake mix. “You like pancakes?”

“Yeah, I do.” Jimin still had a sad look on his face.

“Cheer up, you can’t be sad about eating pancakes!” Hoseok tried to sound as excited as possible, pouring the premade batter in to the hot pan. He flipped them to the other side once he felt it had cooked enough.

“Hmm, I guess.” Hoseok sighed and gave up. He placed the food in front of Jimin and sat down across from him. “So unfortunately Yoongi took my car, and I won’t be able to drive you home. I don’t know why he doesn’t have his own car, he takes mine when he needs to go somewhere that isn’t walking distance.” The man rambled through a mouth full of pancakes. Eventually he got back on topic. “Do you have someone you can call to come and get you?” He stole some of Jimin’s pancakes, causing the younger boy to look at him oddly.

“Hey, that was mine, make your own!” Jimin pouted and then replied to Hoseok’s question. “But, yeah, I do.” Jimin pulled out his phone and texted Taehyung.

To: Taehyungie
Can you pick me up at 1272 Rose Ave? Please.

To: Jiminie
Why are you there?!?!?!?!

To: Taehyungie
I got beat up and I need a ride home.

To: Jiminie
Holy shit… are you ok? Jin’s gonna throw a bitch fit.

To: Taehyungie
I’m ok. Don’t worry….

To: Jiminie
Be there soon then.

“Okay, someone is coming to pick me up.” Jimin resumed eating his pancakes. “Has Taehyung been here before?”

“Good.” Hoseok watched the boy shove his face with food.

“Yes!” Jimin smiled with his mouth full.

“YAH! Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Hoseok heard the doorbell and walked over to open the door.

“Hi…is Jimin here?” Hoseok stared wide-eyed at the orange haired boy who hadn’t even made eye contact with him yet.

“Taehyung?” Hearing his name startled him. Taehyung looked up and saw Hoseok.

His eyes widened and he began suttering, “H…Hobi?” It was his turn to be shocked. “What are you…oof!” Hoseok reached out to him, wrapping him in a bear hug.

“Why’d you leave me that night?” Hoseok looked at him sadly.

“I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again…” The orange haired boy looked at the ground.

“No! Of course I’d want to see you again.” Cupping the boys face, he kissed him. Taehyung was too stunned to kiss back.

“He wanted to see me again?” Taehyung’s heart was racing. Hoseok looked the boy in the eyes and pulled him into another hug.

They heard coughing behind them. “Sorry to break up you’re little love fest, but I…kinda wanna go home.”

“Oh, um…right. Come on, Jimin.” Taehyung motioned for him and turned to leave.

“Wait!” Hoseok grabbed his wrist. “Let me get your number. I want to see you again.” He handed him his phone.

“Uh…yeah, okay.” Taehyung nervously entered his number into Hoseok’s phone.

“Hey, you should leave a note thanking Yoongi. He might not show it, but he liked liked helping you and being with you.”

Confused, Jimin walked back into the house and grabbed a piece of paper.

Yoongi,

Thank you for saving me late night and letting me stay over. It was really nice of you.

~ Jimin ~

P.s: I’d like to see you again. <3 (555)555-3818

Jimin lay the note on Yoongi’s bed and walked back out to Taehyung and Hoseok. He secretly hoped Yoongi would text him, but he was worried that he was going to intrude on a private moment between his friend and Yoongi’s roommate. Luckily, they weren’t sucking face or anything when he walked back in.  

“Come on, let’s go…bye Hoseok, thank you for the pancakes.” He waved goodbye.

“Bye Hobi!” Taehyung blushed.

“Bye Tae baby, and you too Jimin!” Hoseok waved furiously at the pair.

Jimin looked at Taehyung with a suspicious face. “Tae baby? Hobi?”

“Um, well, we…at the club…he took me home…after Jin…and yeah.” Taehyung blushed more.

“Ah, I see. As long as he’s nice to you, Taehyung, he’s okay by me.” Jimin patted his friend’s back. “Can we go home now, please?” Taehyung nodded and drove Jimin home.

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Yoongi stood there, bewildered. He had gotten home late that night and found a note lying on his bed, so he picked it up and read it. Jimin had left him his number. It confused him yet excited him. Why would this boy leave him a note? “Should I call him?” Yoongi had never done this before, was he supposed to call right away? Or was he supposed to wait three days? He wasn’t sure.

“Yah, Hoseok, come here!” Yoongi yelled for the man he thought would best answer his question.

“You called, Master?” Hoseok laughed and bowed.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and held the letter up. “What do I do with this?”

The other laughed more at his friend. “You call him, dummy!” He then left.

Yoongi sat down on his bed, a wave of exhaustion hitting him. He set the note back down and curled on his side, falling asleep quickly. Yet his dreams kept getting invaded with thoughts of the dark haired boy whose eyes turned into little crescents when he smiled. He tossed and turned every which way before finally giving up on sleep, searching his dark room for his phone. He typed in Jimin’s number and stared. “What the hell do I even write…”

To: Jimin
Hey.

He turned his screen off and turned to lay back down, still clutching his phone. A few minutes later, he felt it vibrate.

To: Yoongi
Who is this??

To: Jimin
It’s Yoongi…

To: Yoongi
Oh! Hey! I didn’t expect you to actually message me ^_^

“But he left me his number… Why wouldn’t I message him? What do I even say to that?” He set his phone down and didn’t message him back. Yoongi tried hard to fall back asleep but it just wasn’t happening.

To: Jimin
I can’t sleep.

To: Yoongi
Aww why? =(

To: Jimin
Because of you.

To Yoongi:
Why me? I didn’t do anything!

To: Jimin
You keep showing up in my dreams.

 

Jimin blushed at the last message Yoongi had sent. “He’s dreaming of me?” He smiled evilly and wrote back.

To: Yoongi:
Then maybe you should come here so you’ll have the real thing instead of just dreams =p

To Jimin:
Hmm maybe. I do know where you live.

“Is he flirting with me?” This left Jimin confused. He didn’t reply instead he just stared at his screen. The boy had been lying in bed when he had gotten the first message, totally excited that Yoongi had actually messaged him. He really didn’t think the older man would give him the time of day. Feeling sleepy he closed his eyes with a smile on his face.

Jimin woke up the next day feeling happy as he got out of bed. He stretched and walked to the bathroom, stripping out of his clothes and turning on the shower. Once the boy finished his shower, he brushed his teeth and dried his hair, pulling on his favorite Bull’s jersey and some black jeans. As he finished tying his Timberland boots, he grabbed his book bag and headed to school. His first stop was Jin’s office.

“Jin!” The boy burst into Jin’s office, scaring the crap out of him.

“Jeez! Jimin, you scared me.” The man placed a hand over his heart. Jin’s intern Nana gave him a questionable look and continued to file the papers she had been working on.

“Sorry, but I have a question.” The boy set his bag down and took a seat.

“Fine, but make it short.” Jin sighed. Between the meetings, planning for the health fair, filling out paper work, and seeing students, he was exhausted. But, that was the life he’d chosen as a health educator.

“Well, I left my number for Yoongi and he texted me so should I ask him on a date?” Jimin explained.

“First off, who’s this Yoongi?” He raised an eyebrow. He had grown up with Jimin and sure the kid had dated, but he always told him about the guys he was seeing. This time he hadn’t. Maybe he wanted to keep this relationship private, Jin respected that. He actually felt like a proud father watching his little boy grow up and become a man.

“Oh this guy I met! He saved me from being beaten up and took care of me when I was drunk that night.” Jin now looked like he was going to have a heart attack. “Ah shit. I shouldn’t have mentioned that part…”

“Someone beat you up? Where are they, I’ll beat them up…are you ok?” Jin rushed over to Jimin, examining him. Nana tried to hold in a laugh at her boss’s antics.

“Hey Jin I’m fine, okay!” He pushed his friend off of him. “But please answer my question.” Jimin was starting to wonder if he had made a good choice in going to Jin for advice.

“Oh, yes.” He brown haired man sat down again. “Uh…well it’s up to you. Do you think it’s a good idea? Will he treat you nice? Does he seem like the kind of person who will hold you when you cry…” Jin kept rambling on and on about the various traits he thought Jimin’s boyfriend should have.

The dark haired boy put his hand up to stop Jin from talking. “Stop please, I’ll just ask someone else.” He got up and left Jin’s office, bumping in to someone on the way out. “Sorry.” He mumbled and kept walking. He didn’t have much time to get to his class.

Jin watched the boy leaving his office. He didn’t mean to ramble on but he didn’t know the guy and it’s not like he was going to give his approval easily. He had practically raised Jimin and just wanted him to be happy. With a sigh he continued to work, deciding to worry about his friend later.

 

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Jin heard his office door open once again. He looked up slowly and almost fell out of his seat. There before him stood the man who he kept thinking about. Glancing over to his intern, he noticed she had the same look of surprise on her face. Jin had told her all about this guy and it was weird seeing him in the flesh.

The blonde man looked lost as he rubbed the back of his neck. “So, um…I’m lost and can’t find somewhere called Fountain Hall.” Jin stared at him, unable to talk. The mystery man looked back forth behind the shocked pair. “So…do you guys know where it is?”

“Yes!” Jin shouted, making his intern jump in her seat. “Oh my god, Jin calm down. Relax. Breathe, breathing is a good thing...”

“Hey Jin…I can hold down the fort if you want to show him where it is, since it can be pretty hard to find.” The purple haired girl spoke. If Jin were in to women, he would’ve kissed her and proclaimed his love for her. Thank you, Nana.

“Good idea Nana. Let me show you where it is, I’m Jin by the way.” He smiled and stuck his hand out.

“I’m Namjoon.” He shook the hand.

“Follow me.” Jin motioned for Namjoon to follow him. Breath, Jin, breathe. “So what are you going to Fountain Hall for?”

“Um well…I’m taking a class there.” Namjoon said nervously.

“Oh really? What are you taking?” He sounded just a little too excited. In, out, in, out.

“I’m taking English, I wanted to learn another language.” He smiled weakly.

“Are you nervous?” Jin noticed the way the man’s body would tense when he would ask questions. “That’s weird.”

“Yeah. I haven’t been to school in a very long time.” Namjoon sighed and slowed his pace to a crawling walk. He was nervous. He hadn’t been to school since he was sixteen and Yoongi had found him. Throw in the fact that he wasn’t good with people and you had a recipe for anxiety.

“How old are you?” He inquired.

“Twenty three.” The other answered quietly coming to a complete halt.

Jin stopped next to him. “You’re not that old, I’m twenty six and I just finished my masters if that makes you well better.” He patted the boys shoulder.

Namjoon tensed at the feeling of his hand. For the first time he looked fully at the man next to him. He was beautiful. He had light brown hair that swooped across his forehead and round sparkly eyes. The man had on simple knitted white sweater with incredibly tight of black pants. Namjoon’s eyes wandered over Jin’s lips and up to his eyes. “You don’t look twenty six.”

“Was he just checking me out?” Jin hummed in response. “I hope that means I look younger than I actually am.” He chuckled.

“Yeah…younger…” His eyes lingered back to his lips.

“Well, we’re almost to the building, it’s the large one with the giant fountain in front of it.” Jin pointed to said building with a grin.

“Oh yeah, I have class soon.” He sighed.

“Well, you know where you can find me if you need anything…and I do mean anything.” Jin smiled at Namjoon.

“I’ll have to take you up on that offer.” He smiled back and started walking towards the building.

After Namjoon was out of sight Jin jumped up and down excitedly and squeal. “Oh my god, I talked to him! And he checked me out!” Unable to stop smiling, the brown haired man happily skipped back to his office.

 

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Jimin’s class dragged on forever. He hadn’t even bothered taking notes today and ended up zoning out for most of the class. As soon as his professor was done lecturing he rushed out of the class making his way over to cafeteria to meet up with Taehyung. Soon enough he saw the orange boy smiling happily at a table he was sitting at.

“Someone looks happy.” He smiled at Taehyung as he took a seat.

“Hobi messaged me!” He said excitedly. “Look!” He handed his phone to Jimin.

To: Tae <3 <3
Hey cutie! It’s Hoseok. <3

To: Hobi <3
Hi! How are you?

To: Tae <3 <3
I’m good just thinking about you.

To: Hobi <3
Aww. I’m thinking about you too.

To: Tae <3 <3
We should go on a date. Maybe see a movie!

To: Hobi <3
I’d like that a lot.

To: Tae <3 <3
Then it’s a date! I’ll pick you up when you’re done with your classes.

To: Hobi <3
Ok! I’m out at 3:30!! Can’t wait to see you <3

“Aww Tae, I’m happy for you!” The dark haired boy was grinning widely at his friend as he handed back his phone. “I have a question for you.”

“Okay.” Taehyung slid his phone into his pocket.

“Should I ask Yoongi out?” He asked

“Yeah, I think you should.” The boy replied. He was going of the fact that Hoseok had been so nice to him—he didn’t see why his roommate wouldn’t be the same way. Plus Jimin hadn’t been this happy in a long time. Not that he wasn’t a happy person, but he’d never seen his friend this over-the-top exciting about being with someone, and that made Taehyung happy. So he was all for it.

Jimin made a sour face. “Is it a good idea though…”

“Jiminie, I’ve known you for a long time, and I’ve never seen you like this. I think you should.” He smiled at his friend. “He makes you happy, right?”

“Yeah, he does.” He replied.

“Then go for it, I don’t think he’d say no to you.” Taehyung reassured Jimin.

“I’ll have to try or I’ll never know, I guess.” Jimin smiled.

“That’s the spirit!” He patted the dark haired boy’s shoulder.

“Anyways Taehyungie. I have to go…thanks for the advice.” He said grabbing his stuff. “Good luck on your date!” He waved goodbye to his friend.

“Bye Jiminie, good luck to you too and don’t forget your history paper is due soon!” Taehyung called after him.

“Shit that’s right…I have to do that.” He sighed. School always had a way of ruining things.

Jimin headed home after his talk with Taehyung. It was light out and he was slowly getting over the mugging incident, so he had decided to walk home. As he walked he tried to formulate a plan to ask out Yoongi in his head, but couldn’t come up with anything. He sighed. “Ugh, I don’t know how to do this.” Soon enough, he was home. “Oh right I have to write a paper.” Distracting thoughts about cute boys would have to wait for now. Jimin put his stuff down and pulled out his laptop, turning it on to pull up a word document. He began typing out his paper, it had to be five pages and was about some history thing he really didn’t care about, but he had put off writing it for too long. Four hours later, he was done. The dark haired boy may have taken multiple breaks and kept daydreaming, but he was done. Plus, he could only stare at his paper for so long. “Ah, finally done!” It was now 4:30 and Jimin decided to take a nap since he didn’t have work today. He collapsed on his bed, falling asleep almost instantly. But while he had been dreaming, someone came to his apartment. During the day Jimin always forgot to lock his door and most of the time his friends would just walk in if they wanted to visit. He always made sure to lock his door at nighttime though.

He woke up when he heard a loud crashing, shooting up out of bed. It sounded like there was a whole herd of people in his apartment. Walking to his door, he peeked his head out and his eyes widened at what he saw. He slammed his door shut, instantly locking it.

“Yah, boss! I heard something. Sounds like someone is here!” He heard a deep voice call.

“Go look! Let’s find that fucker, we need to use him to blackmail Suga.” Jimin heard another voice call.

“Suga? I don’t know any Suga’s.” Jimin was panicking at this point. There were weird men in his home and all he knew was that they were going to kidnap him. Quickly and quietly, he shoved some of his stuff into a tote bag. He always kept one laying around in case of emergencies and he was grateful he thought ahead. Just as he opened his window, four men broke in to his place.

Jimin’s eyes widened with fear. “Shit, fuck.”

“Get him!” A man with a snake tattoo running down his face commanded.

Jimin looked out the window. It was a long jump, there was no way he’d it. If he had just propelled himself down like he planned, he would’ve been able to. But this was too far. Minutes turned to seconds as everything slowed down. “What do I do!?” Jimin’s body started to shake.

One of the men, who had dreads, grabbed the bag hanging from his shoulder, pulling him towards them. Another punched Jimin in the face. They thought it would knock him out, but it didn’t. Instead, Jimin grabbed his back bag and swung it at them but he missed. “Shit…”

“You’re gonna get it now, kid!” The men grabbed for him again as he struggled to get free.

“No, let me go!” Jimin yelled.

“Shut up!” The snake tattoo guy plunged a knife into Jimin’s side. He cried out in pain.

“Someone save me, please…” His thoughts started to fade and he felt the men start to drag him away.

 

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Yoongi had been walking to Jimin’s place to visit him with some cookies his roommate had baked for the dark haired boy. He had told him he could come over and who didn’t like cookies? At least that’s what he thought. He had just arrvived when he heard a loud crash and yelling. “Jimin!” He dropped the cookies and ran towards the apartment. The door was open and the place was a mess, things were thrown everywhere. “No!” He searched all the rooms for a sign of life, but none seemed to be there. “Jimin!” Yoongi yelled. He ran out of the apartment and saw two men dragging a lifeless Jimin away. Time stopped. He ran with all his might. “Let him go!” The man punched one of the men while kicking him in the gut, forcing him pass out. Yoongi then landed a punch on the other’s gut, making the man double over. He kicked him until he stopped moving.

“Jimin!” The man turned to the boy now laying on the ground. “No, please wake up!” He checked for a pulse. It was very weak and he soon noticed a blood stain on the boy’s shirt. He pulled out his phone and called the ambulance.

It had felt like hours had passed before the paramedics got there. Again, everything moved in slow motion as he watched them put Jimin into the ambulance. Then there was just darkness.

“Yoongi!” He slowly opened his eyes.

“Mom?” Yoongi wiped his eyes.

“Hey, baby.” She smiled at him and cupped his face.

“What are you doing here?” He was still shocked.

“Go back, Yoongi.” She pointed to a bright light. Shielding his eyes, he looked at his mother again. “It’s not your time yet, sweetie. Someone still needs you in the world.”

“Jimin.” He whispered.

“Yeah baby. So go back, I love you.” She then faded away.

Yoongi opened his eye, squinting because of the bright light. He two nurses hovering over him.

“You’re awake.” One of them said. “You passed out from shock, how are you feeling?”

His throat felt dry when he tried to talk. “Ji…min.” He choked out.

“Oh, the boy who came in with you! He’s fine, luckily the knife didn’t hit any vital organs.” Yoongi got up, only to be hit with a wave of dizziness. “Whoa! Slow down there, you did hit your head when you passed out.” The nurse lighted pushed him back down. “Rest some more, your friend is still being stitched up and the police will need to take a statement from him. But I’ll take you to him when he’s done.”

“Hmm.” He closed his eyes again.

He was sitting at the kitchen table watching his mom cook.

“Hey mom.” Yoongi asked

“Yeah, baby?” She turned around to face him.

“Why am I so worried about this kid? All I think about is him, but I don’t want him to be involved in my world if people keep trying to hurt him. But then my heart aches when I think about leaving him.” He put a hand on his heart.

“You must really love him, Yoongi.” She came over to him and sat down. “Baby, why don’t you leave that life behind for him?”

“I wish it was that easy, I’m a gang leader now mom.” Yoongi looked at the ground.

“Then why don’t you teach him how to survive in your world.” His mom hugged him and kissed his head. Her soft touch once again faded away.

Yoongi felt warmth when he woke up. He opened his eyes to see Jimin slumped over on his bed holding his hand. “That was supposed to be my job, I was supposed to be the one that was sleeping next to you holding your hand...” He whispered. The dark haired boy’s body finally moved.

“Hey, Yoongi.” Jimin smiled cutely up at him.

“So cute.” It melted his heart. No, he wasn’t going to give this boy up. Never. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Tired and numb.” The dark haired boy gestured to his side. “I talked to the police and told them what happened. They said I shouldn’t go home until they find the guys that did this. Maybe I’ll ask Jin if I can stay with him.” The boy pulled out his phone, ready to call Jin.

“Why would he want to stay with that guy…” Yoongi felt jealously surge through his body as he put a hand over Jimin’s phone and gently took it from his hands. “You’re staying with me, I know I can protect you.”

The boys eyes turned into little crescents as he smiled. “Okay!”

“I have some important things to tell you when we get back to my place, but first lets go get your stuff from your apartment.” The man got up and pulled the other with him.

The pair took a taxi back to Jimin’s and asked the driver to wait. They rushed up to the apartment and packed up everything Jimin needed. It didn’t take long since he really didn’t need that many things, just clothes, books, some movies, and his school stuff. They walked back to the taxi as soon as the task was finished. The car ride back to Yoongi’s went by quickly and when they got there he called Namjoon to come help them move Jimin’s things, since Hoseok was out on a date.

Once everything was settled in Yoongi’s room, he and Jimin sat on the couch. The dark haired boy waited patiently for the other to talk. The other took in a deep breath. “I’m a gang leader….” He said slowly. Jimin looked shocked, he never pictured Yoongi as a gang leader. He didn’t look or act like one. “But I’m not like the rest, I don’t kill people or go after people, I’m more of rich tycoon. Think modern day Al Capone. (1920’s mob boss)

Jimin was still too shocked to talk. Yoongi sighed and slowly got up, turning to leave. He felt a hand grab the back of his shirt. “Don’t go, it’s just a lot for me to take in…” The boy whispered.

“I know, that’s why I’m leaving…you need time to think.” Yoongi stilled hadn’t turned around. The boy got up and hugged him from the back.

“I’m not judging you, you’ll always be my Yoongi.” Jimin buried his head into the man’s shoulder.

“Yours?” Yoongi was shocked. “His?” He heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

The boy let go and stepped back. “Sorry.” He said quietly. “That was too forward of me. We barely know each other.” It came barely auditable. “Dammit. I shouldn’t have said that…”

He turned to the boy and cupped his face. “Then let’s get to know each other better, okay?” He hugged the boy again. “I won’t let you leave my side, Jimin.”

It took Jimin a couple of minutes to hug Yoongi back, but the older man didn’t let go of him. It was nice. Comforting. Jimin hadn’t been held like this in a long time and tears started to pour out. “Thank you Yoongi.”

“Is that a yes?” Maybe he sounded too hopeful but all that mattered was the boy in his arms. He felt a nod again his shoulder. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

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It had been a couple weeks since Jin had last seen Namjoon. He was a little disappointed that the boy hadn’t stopped by his office, he’d really been looking forward to seeing him again.  With a sigh he continued shuffling the papers in his hands, resisting the urge to throw them in the air.

“Jin, stop.” Nana turned to him, snatching the papers from his grasp. “You’ve literally done nothing but sigh and mop all week.”

 Jin realized that his behavior had put pressure on his intern. She had been picking up his slack for a week with no complaints. Until now, anyway. “Sorry Nana, I’ve been a terrible role model and I’m sorry.” The red haired man laid his head on his desk.

“What am I going to do with you?” The purple haired girl shook her head. “You should just go home, I’ll let them know you aren’t feeling well or something. It’s not like you’re going to get anything done anyway.”

“Hmm...okay.” The man lazily got up from his seat and shoved some documents into his brief case, hoping he’d at least be able to get some work done at home. He nodded to his intern before leaving his office. Maybe I’m just over thinking it. Jin had been lost in his thoughts and didn’t hear a voice calling out after him.

“Jin! Earth to Jin!” He finally heard the voice and stopped.         

“What’s with you? I’ve been calling your name for like three minutes now!” Jungkook angrily stomped his foot.

“Oh hey, Kookie.” Jin didn’t really feel like dealing with Jungkook right now. Please go away. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m bored. Everyone is too busy for me!” Jungkook pouted at Jin, hoping he’d agree to do something with him. His friends had been ignoring him and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.

Dammit, I can’t say no to that face. “Wanna come to my place? I can set up the Xbox.” Jin hoped the boy would agree to that because he wasn’t in the mood to talk a lot. Usually he’d be overjoyed to hang out with Jungkook, but today he was tired and moody with no patience for anyone’s bullshit.

“Yes!” The boy’s eyes had brightened as he grabbed for his friend’s arm. He dragged the red haired man with him and Jin didn’t protest, allowing Jungkook to drag him to his car.

It didn’t take long for the pair to drive to his house. Jungkook had beaten him to his door. “Hurry up!” The boy was excited to play with Jin. He hadn’t seen him in a while and even though he was six years older than him, the younger boy enjoyed his company. Jin always spoiled him and he loved all the attention. Kookie really didn’t like being ignored.  

“I’m coming, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” Jin sighed and walked faster. Sometimes you’re such an impatient brat. He locked his door and the boy skipped in happily, plopping down on the couch.

“I’m hungry, Jin.” Jungkook whined. Why isn’t he spoiling me? Jin loved entertaining people and he also loved making food for his friends. It was weird for him not to offer anything to a guest.

This kid, I swear... “Okay, all you’re getting is ramen though. I don’t feel like cooking.” He placed his briefcase down, pulling out a pot to start boiling the water.

Jin doesn’t feel like cooking? “Are you okay, Jin?” Jungkook had gotten up from his spot on the couch to stand next to his friend.

Jin let out a loud sigh. “No, not really.” He pulled out two bags of ramen and turned to face the boy.

“Then tell me, I’m here for you.” The younger boy patted his friend’s shoulder.

“Well…it’s about that guy, the blonde one. He stopped in my office a while back.” Jungkook cut his friend off.

“He came into your office?! Wow, that’s great Jin.” He was totally missing the point, as usual.

“Yeah he did and I walked him to his class because he was lost.” Jin exhaled. “His name is Namjoon and I told him he could stop by my office if he needed anything.” He paused, noticing his water was boiling over. Quickly turning the heat down before a fire could start, he put the ramen in. Is he even listening to me?

“Maybe he hasn’t needed anything.” Jungkook was being logical, something that Jin was avoiding at the moment.

“Yeah, but still….” I thought he was in to me… The man quietly stirred the noodles.

Oh. Did I say something wrong? “But then again, maybe he will need something soon and stop by.” Jungkook had felt bad for making his friend feel worse about the situation. It seemed like he really liked this mystery guy and he was only trying to help.

He’s right. But I still don’t like it. Jin finished cooking the ramen and pulled out two bowls for them. “Go sit down. I’ll bring the food.”

“Hmm, okay.” He walked over and sat on the couch. “Hey Jin, let’s watch a movie.” I hope it will take his mind off that guy. He didn’t like when Jin acted like this. He missed the way his friend would act like a princess and get excited over cute things he and his friends did.

“Okay, what do you wanna watch, Kookie?” Please don’t pick a horror movie.

“’Something scary!” He excitedly got up and picked out a movie. Maybe if it scares him enough he’ll stop thinking about that guy. He held up the movie Psycho, a classic Alfred Hitchcock movie and smiled cutely at his friend.

Dammit! Looks like I won’t be sleeping tonight. The movie started up and Jin could already feel the fear boiling. He hated horror movies. Ordinarily he would make his friends sleep over if they insisted on watching them. Most of the time it was playing he was looking through a crack in his hands that covered his eyes while Jungkook just stared happily at the screen. At some point Jin had stopped thinking about the blonde haired man and he was thankful for his friend helping him out. He regretted not wanting to hang out with him earlier. I always forget that sometimes you just need someone to help you out and get your mind off of things…or a certain person.

At some point Jungkook had dozed off while watching the movie. His head was now laying on Jin’s shoulder and the older man’s eyes were focused on the TV. Out of nowhere a part of the movie scared the red haired man, causing him to jump.

“What’s wrong, Jin?” The boy rubbed his eyes sleepily.

“I’m never watching scary movies again.” Jin hissed at him.

“Let’s go to bed.” Jungkook nudged his friend to get up as he turned the TV off. Jin nodded and walked to his room, which the boy took as an invitation to lay on his bed.

“What are you doing?” He eyed the boy. This is my bed.

“It’s comfy.” Jungkook pulled Jin down onto the bed with him. You won’t be able to sleep without me anyways.

“Did I say you’d be sleeping with me?” Jin’s tone was a lot harsher than he meant it to be. Jungkook stared at him. Oh, that came out wrong.

“I hope you just meant sharing a bed and not fucking.” The boy had a serious tone. Not that I mind.

“Watch your language Kookie! And yes I meant sleeping, you perv, Get your head out of the gutter.” Jin petted the boys head. Both of them fell peacefully asleep after that.

The next morning Jin woke up alone. He figured he would, Jungkook was an early riser and also had a morning class. The red haired man quickly got out of bed once he realized he slept in too late. He barely had thirty minutes to get ready and get to work, which wasn’t enough time. He got dressed in a hurry and was out the door in twenty minutes.

He ended up getting to work a half hour late. It hadn’t taken long to get there, but there were no parking spots close by due to all the students on campus that day. Jin ran to his office and walked in, pausing to catch his breath.

“Hey.” The voice made Jin’s eyes go wide.

“H…hello…Nam…Joon.” Jin was still trying to catch his breath. He’s here! Okay, Jin, calm down, it doesn’t mean anything.

“You okay?” Namjoon had a concerned look on his face. He looks attractive like this.

“Yeah, I just ran here.” The older man stopped breathing heavily. “What can I do for you?”

The blonde man’s eyes widen. “Umm uh…” I kind of just came here to see you. “Needed some advice.”

Jin eyed him suspiciously. “Alright, what did you need advice on?”

Namjoon scratched the back of his neck nervously. Let’s just get this over with. “How do I ask someone out on a date?”

What!? He likes someone…. His face fell and his smile turned into a frown. “Just be straight forward, some girls like flowers or a cute note or something, it all depends on you.”

“I like you.” It came out as a whisper.

“What was that?” Jin stared at Namjoon. Did he say he liked me?

“Oh… um… nothing, it was nothing.” He faked a smile. “Thank you for the advice!” With that, he quickly picked up his bag and left.

It left Jin bewildered. He wasn’t sure if he heard the boy correctly, but he didn’t get the answer he was hoping for. The other had just brushed it off. Maybe I was just hearing things…. He sighed again and got started on the day’s projects. This is going to be a long day.

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Namjoon had gotten out there as fast as he could. He almost had a heart attack. Fuck! I can’t believe I said that! Truth was the reason it took so long for him to go see Jin was because he had no idea what he’d even say to him. He had always been rather timid, so going out of his way to do something made him nervous. Nor had he ever had a serious relationship. Of course he liked to sleep around—guys, girls, it didn’t matter to him—but this was different. He really liked this guy.  

The blonde haired man slowly shuffled his way over to his class. He still had plenty of time to get there but he already felt like the day was moving at a snail’s pace. He wished he could make time go faster. Actually, what he really wished was he had more courage to actually tell Jin he liked him. Wait a minute. A realization hit him like a ton of bricks as he turned on his heel, away from his class.

Namjoon ran back over to Jin’s office and busted through the door almost breaking it off the hinges.

“Um, hello again?” The red haired man had thrown his papers everywhere. Shit that scared me.

But the other didn’t answer him back instead he stalked right over the where Jin was sitting and pulled him up. This is it. You can’t stop now.

Jin stared wide eyed at Namjoon. What the fuck? It was too late his heart was already racing when he felt hands cup his face forcing him to look the blonde man in the eyes.

“It’s you.” With new found confidence he kissed the man in front of him. He pulled away after a few seconds. “It’s you Jin.” Namjoon then left the office leaving a stunned Jin watching him leave. Afterwards everything went white.

He felt a hand shaking him. “Namjoon! Hey are you okay?” A concerned Jin was staring at him. His head felt like bricks had been dropped on it.

Namjoon looked around and noticed he was laying on the ground. “What happened?”

“Looks like you were so deep in thought that you ran into a pole.” Jin slowly helped the man up.

“Did I come back to see you after I left?” He dusted himself off and then looked at the red haired man.

A confused look flashed on the others face. “No...you didn’t.” What?

It was a dream? It was just a dream!? Namjoon had a hard look on his face.

“Are you sure you’re okay? At least come back to my office and let me make sure you don’t have a concussion.” He hadn’t even let the blonde man answer before he was pulling him toward his office. The other hadn’t said a word as he pulled him along.

They soon reached Jin’s office and he made Namjoon sit down. The man kept mumbling something as he checked him out.

“It was a dream?” Over and over he kept saying it.

“What was a dream?” Jin finally understood what he had been saying.

He gave him an automatic response, not even thinking about what he was saying. “I kissed you.”

“You kissed me?” The red haired man had become even more confused. What? He kissed me? Is that what he was dreaming about?

Finally Namjoon snapped out of it and realized what he just said. Oh shit. “I, um…well, yeah…”

“You dreamt about kissing me?” He stared right at him.

He felt his face go red as he looked down. “Yeah…kinda.” He refused to make eye contact with Jin. This is so embarrassing.

Jin watched as the man as he refused to look at him. Without thinking he cupped the blonde man’s chin and forced him to look upward. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “You should go home and rest.” He pulled away from Namjoon and walked to his desk. Jin pulled out a contact card and walked back toward him. “Call me if you need anything.” He handed him the card.

“O…okay.” Namjoon was too stunned to give a proper answer. It wasn’t what he was expecting. His heart felt like it would burst when he felt Jin’s lips on his forehead. He slowly took the card from the man and got up. He was still in shock but somehow managed to walk out the door slowly.

Well that was weird…. At least Jin knew now that Namjoon did have some interest in him. Of course that wasn’t what he expect when he found the boy laying on the ground. It had been thirty minutes after the other had left his office. Jin’s stomach had started to grumble, reminding him that he never actually ate anything before leaving this morning. He had been on his way to the cafeteria when he saw someone laying on the ground. It was his job to make sure the students were okay. He made his way over to the student forgetting about his grumbling stomach. His heart plunged when he saw it was Namjoon. Luckily there was no blood, but he had seen too many students ran into the flagpole that stood in front of Fountain Hall. Although he was thankful to that pole or he would have never known that the blonde man liked him.

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Taehyung had patiently waited for Hoseok to pick him up after his class ended. It was their first official date and the orange haired boy was super excited for it. But deep down he still felt insecure that something would go wrong and Hoseok would never want to see him again. He pushed the sour feeling away as he saw his date pull up. Taehyung ran over to the car and Hoseok got out.

He pulled the orange haired boy into hug. “How was your day, cutie?”

Taehyung frowned at the other. “It went so slow…I wanted it to speed up so could see you.”

Hoseok’s face lit up as he smiled widely at the boy. “Well I’m here now! Come on, let’s go.” He opened the door for the boy and shut it after he got in.

“So what are we going to do?” The orange haired boy said as he watched Hoseok get into the car.

“It’s a surprise!” He turned on his car and zoomed out of the parking lot.

They had been driving for an hour now. The conversation had flowed until the orange haired boy realized how tired he was. He had two classes that day and had babysat his one of his neighbor’s kids for about four hours before school. Whoever said watching a four year old would be easy had clearly lied to him. He finally fell asleep half way through the drive. Hoseok smiled happily at the snoozing boy as he pulled into their destination. He had chosen his favorite beach that had a beautiful view. The pier had a couple of rides and a Ferris Wheel that he thought Taehyung would enjoy. He wanted their first date to be perfect. He knew how insecure the boy was and wanted to show him he wasn’t the same, that he’d treat him right.

Hoseok nudged the boy lightly. “We’re here Taehyung.” The boy slowly opened his eyes and looked at the other. “Look.” He pointed to the view.

The orange haired boy followed Hoseok’s hand and his eyes widened. “Wow!” It’s beautiful. The sun was setting leaving a faint glow on the water as it rippled from the waves.

“Let’s go see it, it’s even better up close.” With that Taehyung dashed out of the car and towards the water. Aish. He’s like a little kid. The older man jogged after the boy and came to a stop at the tide line.

“Hobi you were right!” The orange haired boy’s eyes sparkle as the light hit the water. He was overjoyed. He hadn’t been to the beach since he was little but he’d never been to a beach like this.

Hoseok nudged the boy to follow him. “That’s not all.” I hope he likes it. He had asked Jimin what Taehyung liked since the orange haired boy’s friend was crashing on their couch for a while. All Jimin told him was the boy liked amusement parks. It’s wasn’t much to go off of but then Hoseok remembered that there was a pier with a ton of rides right by his favorite beach. He really wanted this date to be perfect.

The Pier came into view and Taehyung saw the huge Ferris Wheel. “Can we ride that!?” He said it a little too loudly startling the people in front of the pair. It’s so big!

The brown haired man laughed. “Of course we will, but I have something else planned before that.” He’s so cute. Hoseok lightly grabbed the boy’s hand and lead him to a quite café at the far end of the pier.

Taehyung looked down at his hand that the other had been holding. He blushed as he smiled happily. He felt so loved. It wasn’t much but every touch sent butterflies to his stomach. Is this what it’s liked to be in love? The boy smiled wider as he looked at their hands and up to Hoseok’s face. The man was beautiful. He was like a walking ray of sunshine that seemed to have no ending. It made Taehyung’s heart skip a beat when he looked down at him smiling.

Hoseok lead the boy into the small café. The host led them to a table in the back corner. It had a romantic air to it as the candle light lit his date’s face up. The waitress came and took their order. He ordered a black coffee and a piece of apple pie, Taehyung ordered hot chocolate and cheesecake. They hadn’t said a word to each other until the boy spoke up.

“I like it here, it’s nice and beautiful.” He smiled as the waitress came back with their order.

“I’m glad you like it, I wasn’t sure it would fit your taste.” Hoseok sipped his coffee. He laughed when he looked that the boy’s face. He had whipped cream on his upper lip and nose. He reached over and wiped it off Taehyung’s face with his thumb, causing the younger to blush. Hoseok licked the cream off his thumb. “Hmm, that’s good.”

“Thanks.” He orange haired boy mumbled as he took a bite of his cheesecake. He hadn’t dared to look Hoseok in the eyes knowing he’d just blush more. The pair continued to eat their cake and sip their coffee, making small talk.

By the time they finished it was dark outside. The Ferris wheel was clearly lit now and shined brightly. Hoseok led the way as Taehyung stared at the ride with awe. It had gotten a little chilly out and the younger boy shivered as they were loaded onto one of the seats. Hoseok pulled the boy to him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Better?” The brown haired man smiled down at the boy. I think I could kiss him right now.

Taehyung nodded as he looked into Hoseok’s eyes. His hearted to race when the older male looked down at his lips. Is he going to kiss me? He slowly leaned up connecting his lips with the other. Gradually the kiss got more heated.

Hoseok lightly bit the boy’s bottom lip then ran his tongue over it, asking for permission. The boy opened his mouth allowing the tongue to enter. He felt it slide over his. They playfully battled until Taehyung broke the kiss as he sucked on Hoseok’s tongue. He bit his lip and looked up at the other almost asking if that was okay but he got no answer. Instead soft kisses were placed on his forehead, both his eyelids, then to his nose and finally back to his lips which only lingered there for a minute. Taehyung’s eyes fluttered open once again making eye contact with Hoseok. He felt overwhelmed with the urge to return the kisses. The boy leaned up placing a kiss on the older man’s forehead, traveling down to his nose and lingering for a moment on his lips before placing soft kisses down Hoseok’s chin. He made his way to the other’s ear. Playful Taehyung bit the top of his date’s ear, which earned him a low moan. Taking that as a good sign he got more daring as he ran his tongue over the shell of Hoseok’s ear, stopping to whisper into it.

“Hobi…” Taehyung’s voice was shaky as he whispered into his ear. Once again the other let out a low moan, but this time he pulled the boy’s face back to his and roughly kissed his lips.

Hoseok broke the kiss and lightly sucked on the other’s ear. Taehyung let out a breathy moan causing the other to smile at his success. “I’ll stop here.” He whispered. The Ferris wheel jolted to a stop when they hit the bottom one last time.

They quietly made their way back to the car, with Taehyung protectively wrapped in one of Hoseok’s arms. He smiled happily and snuggled into the older male. “You’re too cute, you know.” Hoseok smiled down at the boy. You’ll always be mine.

The car ride home was quiet and once again Taehyung fell asleep. He was awoken when the car stopped. Sleepily he rubbed his eyes and looked around. This isn’t my place.

Hoseok noticed the boy’s confused look. “I didn’t know where you lived so I just took you here.” I actually just don’t want this to end.

The boy was too tired to process properly and nodded in agreement following the other into the house. It was pretty much dark except for the soft flicker of the TV. The pair walked over to the TV and saw an adorable Jimin sleeping peacefully in Yoongi’s lap while the other had his head lolled back against the couch. It was an adorable sight but Hoseok didn’t want to wake them as he turned the TV off and lead boy to his room.

They both lay down on his bed with Taehyung snuggled against him, already fast sleep. Hoseok smiled and kissed the boy’s forehead. Goodnight he thought before he joined him in peaceful slumber.

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Yoongi woke up, slowly forcing himself to try to fall back asleep until he felt a shooting pain in his neck. For the third night in a row he found himself sleeping on the couch and it was incredibly uncomfortable. He felt a body shift by him as he looked down and smiled at the sleeping boy in his lap. The whole ‘sleeping on the couch’ thing was unexpected, but happened because the dark haired boy insisted on getting to know him until the wee hours of the night with the TV quietly playing in the background.

~Three Days Ago~

“Yoongi…” The boy asked quietly resting his head on older man’s shoulder.

“Hm?” Yoongi hummed as he flipped through the channels, trying to find something decent to watch.

“I’ve been living here for a week now…” Jimin trailed off not finishing what he was saying. And I wanted to get to know you…

 Somehow Yoongi knew the boy wanted learn more about him but he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to dump a truckload of information on him just yet. Jimin silently got up from the couch and walked into their room. He shuffled through a few items until he found what he was looking for, taking a next to the brown haired man, who didn’t bother questioning him.

Yoongi gave up trying to find a show and left it on some random nature channel. Instead he turned his attention to the dark haired boy. Jimin fingered the worn bracelet in his hands until he looked up at the man, who eyed him curiously.

“This is yours, I never returned it to you.” He held the bracelet out for the other to take. Instead Yoongi shook his head and took the item out of the boy’s hands.

He gently put the bracelet on Jimin’s wrist and snapped it closed. Yoongi shyly smiled. “I think you should keep it.” So everyone knows you’re mine.

Jimin stared at the bracelet with a puzzled look. Doesn’t this mean a lot to him? He was confused as to why Yoongi would give him such an important item.

“You’re just as important to me as this bracelet is, Jimin.” Maybe even more. He reached over and ruffled the boy’s hair.

Jimin playfully swatted his hand away as he blushed. “But this still doesn’t tell me anything about you.” His face flushed more and he nuzzled into the brown haired man’s shoulder.

Yoongi sighed as he put his arm around him. It’s wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell him, he just had no idea where to start. He frowned as he thought of what to say. Where do I even start…

“I can start if you want.” Jimin quietly said to the man. His past wasn’t as complicated as Yoongi’s was. He knew that maybe it was harder for the other to tell his story because he had a feeling that not many people knew his past. Unlike Jimin, who had friends that knew him extremely well and had for a while now.

The man smiled at the boy and nodded. “I think that would be best, I have to sort out my thoughts cause I have no idea where to start.” I guess I could show him my diary too, I trust him enough. Yoongi gave the dark haired boy his full attention.

Jimin let out a slow breath as he started to tell him everything about his past. “Growing up I was always a bit of a loner, and I didn’t really make any friends until first grade…”

 

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The six year old with fluffy cheeks sat alone and was crouching in the sand box pushing the sand around with a stick. The sun was shining on little Jimin’s face as he stared at the sand but it was then blocked by a figure. He looked up and squinted, trying to see the backlit person.

“I’m Zelo!” The boy squatted down across from him and smiled widely. Zelo seemed to be around the same age as him. His face was covered with dirt smudges and there was a band-aid on his left cheek.

Jimin didn’t say anything as he went back to pushing the sand with his stick.

“Can you talk?” Zelo stared at him waiting for an answer. Maybe he can’t.

The boy once again only made brief eye contact before looking down again. Why is he talking to me?

No one talked to Jimin, he was the quiet kid that never spoke. His classmates had tried to socialize with him but gave up and started to avoid him when he never answered back. Jimin was shy—he wanted friends but every time he’d try to talk it felt like his voice had caught in his throat. So after that the boy opted to play by himself. It was less painful that way.

Zelo didn’t give up, he wanted to befriend the boy. In his mind nobody should play alone. So day after day he’d come play with Jimin, talking to him about his day or what he learned in class. Even though the quiet boy never answered back, he knew Jimin was listening to him.

Finally about a month after they met Jimin talked to Zelo for the first time. It was nothing huge but the he actually felt safe around the blonde boy. He was friendly and wouldn’t leave him alone. “My name is Jimin.”

It was quiet and Zelo almost didn’t hear him say it. “Jiminie!” The blonde boy smiled and hugged the other.

Jimin blushed and pushed the other off him. “Please let go.”

After that the boys were inseparable. Zelo was his first and only friend. But two years later Jimin found out he was moving. His parents had found job opportunities in another country and they had jumped at the chance to make more money. That way they could get afford more things for their son. It left him heartbroken and now friendless because no one wanted to talk to him.

When Jimin was about ten years old he lost his parents—that nearly destroyed him. He hadn’t said I love you to them when they left for their trip, instead saying that he hated them. But he had never expected it to end like that. How could a ten year old know that was the last time he’d ever see his parents?

The boy heard a soft knock on his door. He had still been pouting about his parents leaving a day before his birthday. “Jimin?” It was his aunt probably coming to check on him.

“Yeah?” He answered with an annoyed tone.

“Jimin, I have something to tell you, can you come out?” Her voice sounded shaky.

Jimin opened the door slowly peeking his head out. There stood his aunt crying with a policeman next to her.

“Son.” The man said. “Your parents…they…they’re gone. Their car crashed on the side of a road and they were both killed on impact, I’m sorry.” The policeman bowed his head at the boy.

Jimin’s eyes widened. “No!” He pushed past them with tears stinging his eyes. They’re lying!

The boy ran blindly and didn’t stop until he was at the park and cried his eyes out.

“Mom…Dad, I’m sorry!” Jimin screamed out in a choked cry.

A month passed before Jimin went back to school. There were whispers about him in the halls as he walked by. That’s when he became the weird quite kid that didn’t have parents. His classmates made fun of him because they had always thought he was weird, but now took his parents dying as a sign that he was cursed. Which wasn’t true, but kids made up stupid reasons to make fun of people. In fact, maybe they were just trying to get a rise out of him because he was so emotionless.  

 He tried to ignore their whispers, but he wasn’t strong enough. Every day after school Jimin would go to the park and cry his eyes out. Today was no different. Jimin had been minding his own business as he walked down the hall to his locker. He was horrified at the sight that greeted him. There was ketchup smeared all over his locker to look like blood. The tears threatened to fall as he stared at it. Behind him a group of boys behind him laughing like hyenas. Clearly they were the ones who pulled the sick joke on him and now they were laughing it up. Jimin blocked it out, trying to forget about it as he continued on his way to class.

He sat down at his normal spot by the back window. It gave him a peace of mind as he watched the birds flying. The boys from before harassed him again by throwing crumbled up paper balls at him all through class. He always thought the teacher would protect him but that never happened. All of the staff at the school completely ignored how badly Jimin was treated. Even when he came in with cuts and bruises because the kids cornered him at lunch and beat him up, trying to make him react, to feel something they ignored it. They would just assume he fell. Every terrible thing ever did to him was ignored for what they thought would be best in the long run.

For four years the dark haired boy had to deal with people ignoring him and bulling him. The popular kids at his school would push him around, telling him to run back to his parents knowing full well that they were dead. It broke Jimin but he couldn’t react. It would only fuel the fire of his tormentors. He thought about joining his parents in the afterlife many times, but he knew they wouldn’t want their son to waste his life away. Every day he put up with it, feeling smaller and smaller until he stopped going to classes. His grades started to slip and he stopped eating. The teachers didn’t bother to ask the boy about what was going on nor did they call his Aunt, they ignored it like they always did. Nothing changed and nothing mattered anymore. Jimin just sat in his room. He wouldn’t come out or talk to his aunt when she asked what was wrong.

Jimin’s aunt became worried for her sister’s only son. She didn’t know what to do or how to fix the problems he had, but she had watched the boy deteriorate for a year now. Before she’d been so consumed in her own grief that she hadn’t noticed the light had gone out of the boy’s eyes. Jimin had always been shy but he was still happy. She remembered how they would make cookies or cake together, but now he seemed so lifeless. The only logical option was for them to leave town, and she vowed to get her nephew out of the place that sucked the life out of him.

He was now fourteen and had moved over the summer. His aunt wasn’t home much because she was out job hunting and had asked their neighbor Jin to watch him. At first Jimin refused to talk to him but Jin, much like Zelo, wouldn’t leave him alone. His neighbor was the first to know past his past and his first love. The boy was afraid the older would be disgusted with him until he found out Jin was gay and didn’t judge anybody.

His neighbor was the second real friend he’d ever made and they got along well. Sometimes Jimin found him to be annoying because Jin had habit of being clingy and overly affectionate. But the red haired man only did it because he knew how the boy grew up. After years being bullied and not feeling much love from others, Jin took it on himself to make up for lost time.

 So on the boy’s first day of school he drove him. Much like a mother Jin got out on the car and hugged the boy, wishing him good luck at school and telling him to make a lot of friends. 

Jimin walked into his new class tightly gripping his backpack strap.  School had just started and it was everyone’s first year as a high school freshman, but it was incredibly terrifying. Would he make friends or would he be bullied again? The only person he had even talked in recent years was Jin, who was seven years older than he was and in college. His neighbor was nice to him, but it wasn’t the same as having friends his own age.

The boy now stood at the doorframe of his classroom, staring nervously at all the students. He soon felt someone push him in.

“Yah, don’t block the way.” The dark haired boy turned around and was face to face with a boy with bright orange hair.

The dark haired boy’s throat closed up and he looked down. Already making enemies.

The orange haired boy smiled widely at the other and pulled him along. “I didn’t mean it like that, it was supposed to be playful!”

Oh…. Jimin looked up at the other and smiled at him. The other boy’s smile was contagious. It made him feel safe.

“I’m Taehyung!” The boy stuck his hand out to Jimin.

The boy looked at the hand offered to his and gently shook it. “I’m Jimin.” For the first time Jimin answered with confidence. He had vowed to himself that this time would be different. He wanted to make friends even if he had to force himself not to flood with emotions.

“We’re gonna be great friends!” Taehyung never stopped smiling, but that made Jimin feel secure around him. The other was friendly with everyone. He would introduce his new friend to all the people he met—those he knew, and those he didn’t know. It boosted Jimin’s ego even more.

Everyone at this school was so nice. And that included Taehyung’s sassy neighbor, Jungkook. It took Jimin sometime to get use to the boy’s attitude, but he gained another friend in no time.  

Though Jungkook made Jimin extremely mad sometimes. He was a know-it-all and he hated it. It drove him insane when he bust would learn new information and go to share it with Jin, only to have Jungkook turn around and correct him if he was wrong. The elder would just laugh at them like a proud mother would but of course he also had to break up fights between the three occasionally. Their arguments were usually over something stupid like what to watch, where to eat, what to eat. Some things had changed over the years but Jin was always there to watch over them.

Jimin’s life felt brighter and he felt more outgoing with the help of his friends.

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When the boy finished his story Yoongi had tears in his eyes. It pained him to know his baby went through such a hard time. It almost sounded worst than his past.

“Thank you, Jimin…for telling me, it must’ve been hard.” He kissed the boy’s head.

Jimin blushed. He was glad he told the older man, it was like a weigh was lifted off his shoulders. His past was painful but once he gained people along the way to help him it became easier. But the boy didn’t reply, his eyes had started to feel heavy. Talking his past was extremely tiring.

Yoongi could tell the boy was tired. He lightly guided Jimin’s head to his lap. “Sleep.” That was all the last thing Jimin heard before he nodded off. Smiling, Yoonig petted the boy’s soft hair, soon joining him in slumber.

The second night they ended up on the couch Yoongi finally made up his mind on where to start with his story – his diary. He had a habit of writing everything down, it helped him cope when he was little and he was happy he still had the journals he had written in over the years.

Jimin’s head was in his lap as he opened one of the journals to a random page, one that made his eyes widen in shock.

June 13

No space for myself. For a year it felt as if I were walking on thin ice.
I don’t know where I’m going.
The battle over my feelings and my anxiety with a deep sigh are over, like yesterday.
But I still cannot sleep at night. It was predictable chaos though.
I still can’t sleep at night.
I put myself in the jail of envy and bitterness.
And it constantly suffocates me. My future seems blurry.
My mind is possessed by the word, “Success”.
Something that I have to do and something that I want to do.
I’m Gulliver, standing in the middle of them. Fuck it. I don’t give a shit.
Did I achieve my dream? or Did I lose it?
I don’t know yet. Maybe I dropped my dream for success.
Behind my helpless smile, there’s exactly the other half of myself.
I’m crying. This is the evidence of my guilt for this identity.
Dream and reality…I became more indifferent but also more desperate.
The sigh of despair bursting out from my desire in music.

Yoongi looked down when he heard the boy gasp. I guess I can start with that.

“This is beautiful but so…painful. I can’t even image what you were going through.” The boy fingered the page he was on.

“That’s just the beginning of my story…” The man paused.

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When Yoongi was little his life was happy. His family lived in a three-bedroom house that was close to his school. His parents did all they could to make him happy. His father would walk his son to school and pick him up at the gates when it was over, his mother was often found baking cookies when he got home. It was happy, peaceful. Yoongi’s father had a stable job at a law firm while his mother stayed at home. On weekends his family would take walks to the park where his father would play with him, joked with him, smiled with him. 

Then one day something snapped in his father and he was no longer the man the boy had known. Yoongi never fully understood what made the him snap, perhaps it was because he lost his job and the stress of finding a new one weighed on him, sending him into a depression. Maybe it was all the cases he worked on over the years that finally started to surface. All he knew was his father would come home almost every day drunk and he wasn’t a nice drunk. In fact, when he was drunk he’d beat Yoongi’s mother senseless, moving on to his son when his mother passed out from the pain. But the physical pain didn’t break him. The fact that he could hear his mother crying every night did. Whenever he would suggest they move and leave his father behind, she would refuse. She loved her husband and couldn’t bring herself to leave him. His mom had hoped maybe he would change back into the loving husband he was before, but that never happened. The beatings continued for years and his father made sure to never leave visible marks on his son’s body. Yoongi thought about leaving and never looking back many times, but he knew he couldn’t. Not if it meant his mother stayed. It pained him to think he’d be leaving her behind to take the physical abuse his father doled out without any relief. So he stayed, hoping maybe one day his mother would leave with him. They never got the chance, his father lost it. Whether it was for life insurance money or relief from the pain he was feeling, his father killed his wife and tried to kill his son. But Yoongi got away. He lived but not without bloodshed—he had killed his father with his own two hands.  

It was hard for Yoongi. He lost both his parents and felt like he was alone in the world with no one to turn to. His family had been shunned so he had no relatives to run to. They hadn’t approved of his parent’s relationship, telling his mother that his father wasn’t a good man. That he’d only end up hurting her one way or another. Apparently they had been right about that one. He had never meet his father’s family either and he wasn’t about to hunt them down. He didn’t have any close friends he could turn to either. So at fifteen he wandered the streets alone, trying to find somewhere or something to call home.

That entry was the first. After his mother died he took nothing but a small suitcase with some clothes in it and left the place he once called home. For a year he felt that every step he took would make the ice he was standing on break. He had no idea if he’d make it alone. But he kept moving forward hoping that each new day would get better.

Finally a month and a half later he got a job at a restaurant. The owner had a small back room which he let Yoongi stay in until he found a place to live. But living in that room made him bitter, like everything he thought he would achieve had slowed down. He was going nowhere. His future was blurry and the young man felt suffocated by the demons of his past.

It took Yoongi two months of staying in that tiny room with no windows to find an apartment. The land lady had given him a good deal on the small space, but anything was better than his room at the restaurant. Every day Yoongi would get up and work at the bakery across the street, then go to the restaurant to serve lunch and dinner. At time night the boy would pick up trash at the apartment complex in exchange for lower rent. It was hard work and every time the boy came home completely exhausted. The days smelted together and he never knew where one day ended and another one started. All of this made him become indifferent to dreams and reality. He no longer looked to the future, it felt almost nonexistent at this point.

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Jimin stared at Yoongi with tears in his eyes. “I…I don’t know what to say.” The boy already had heavy eyes, sleep threatening to come at any moment. It was incredibly painful for him to hear it, especially given how long it was.

“Let’s sleep, I’ll tell the rest tomorrow.” Yoongi yawned and kissed the boy’s forehead.

The next night the older man opened the journal to the next page to continued his story.

May 06

The tomorrow we’ve been waiting for becomes the name of yesterday at some point
Tomorrow becomes today, today becomes yesterday, tomorrow becomes yesterday and is behind me
Life isn’t about living along but living through
As you live through, you’ll disappear some day
If you keep spacing out, you’ll be swept away, if you ain’t no got the guts, trust
It’ll all become yesterday anyway so what’s the use?
I wanted to become happy and strong but why am I getting weaker?
Where am I going? I’m going here and there but I always come back here
Yeah, I’ll probably flow somewhere, is there an end to this maze?
I have a long way to go but why am I running in place?
I scream out of frustration but the empty air echoes
I hope tomorrow will be different from today
I’m just wishing

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It had been a year since then and life seemed much easier now that he had found Namjoon. However, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, he still had to work three jobs and the days never stopped melting together. But it was a lot less lonely. When he felt like breaking down and giving up, Namjoon was there to help him through it.

Yoongi still felt as if he was running in place but he had to keep looking forward. If he looked back he knew he was going to fall. Of course, the problem was that he kept everything inside. He was never great at expressing his emotions and he’d bottle everything up until he felt like he was going to explode. The days continued on until Hoseok stumbled into their small home bent and broken.

Hoseok made life much easier for the duo. He was good at getting Yoongi to talk about what he was feeling and suggested he express it more by writing. The man had never tried that before but wrote every day after that, which explained all the gaps between entries.  

One thing he never wrote about was his uncle and the letter he’d written. He also hadn’t written about how he got in to a gang. Yoongi felt that some things were best left in the dark. If that story needed to be told, he’d tell it in person, not on paper.

Beginning the gang was hard. They made a lot of enemies along the way, but the group vowed not the kill anyone. None of them wanted innocent blood on their hands, not after what Yoongi had done to his dad. Of course, he didn’t want to have to go through that again either. The man was terrible but it was still his father, he had fond memories of him until he decided to change. That didn’t make up for all the shitty things he did do, but killing him in self defense had been his only option. The gang made their way up the ladder, gaining members and losing them. Soon Yoongi owned a couple of businesses and finally caught a break. It was well deserved, but he would never forget what happened to get him to where he was.

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Yoongi had finally finished telling his story. Somehow he felt lighter and warmer knowing that he could share it with someone else. Someone special. They sat on the couch cuddling until Jimin spoke up, wiggling from his grasp.

“Yoongi…thank you for tell me.” I love you. The boy was now sitting on the brown haired man’s lap.

“You’re welcome Jimin.” Yoongi push his forehead up against the boys’ then lightly pressed a kiss to his lips. It was quick but Jimin quickly captured the man’s lips again.

It was love coursing through their veins. They hadn’t said it but they felt it, their connection was already deep.

The kiss soon turned heated as the boy ground down onto Yoongi’s lap. This caused the man to roughly grab the boy ass cheeks and pull him forward. He bit Jimin’s bottom lip and sucked on it between his lips, pulling away and looked at the frazzled boy in his lap. Yoongi smiled at him, placing another soft kiss on his lips before picking him up and carrying him to the bedroom.

 

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Yoongi gently tossed Jimin onto the bed and crawled over to him. He straddled the boy’s hips and placed kisses along his neck. His breath tickled the dark haired boy, making him squirm.

“Is this okay?” Yoongi felt Jimin moving away from him. He still likes me, right?

The boy smiled at the man and wrapped his arms around his neck. Their lips connected, soft and sweet. It was nothing like Jimin had ever felt before, he had butterflies in his stomach, which made him hold on to Yoongi even tighter.

Yoongi slid his hands down to the hem of Jimin’s shirt tugging at it lightly. “Can I?”

The boy nodded in response and lifted his back off the bed, helping the man take his shirt off. The cold air made him shiver and he hugged Yoongi once more. Their lips connected again, more desperate than before. Lust ran through the both of them, hands roamed over each other’s bodies exploring. The man kissed down Jimin’s chest all the way to his pants. Yoongi teasingly bit the edge of the boy’s pants and tugged on them.

“Yoongi, please.” The statement came out as a breathy moan. Please.

The man grinned at Jimin, looking him in the eyes as he slowly unbuttoned his pants. He kissed down the boy’s neck and once again stopped just above his boxers.

Jimin let out a whine, urging Yoongi to hurry up. He pulled the dark haired boy’s pants off and tossed them on the ground. His own shirt was next and Yoongi resumed kissing Jimin’s lips as he flipped him over.

Jimin kissed every one of Yoongi’s tattoos. He had ink all over and it only made the boy want to know the stories behind them. But his favorite was still the clock one. Jimin traced it with his tongue, causing the older man to growl. He made his way to Yoongi’s pants and quickly took them off.

Peeking out from Yoongi’s boxers on his hip was a Phoenix head. Jimin pulled the man’s boxers down to get a better look at the tattoo that went down his hip. It was a beautiful piece of art work. But Jimin’s stares caused the man to squirm.

Jimin lightly traced the tattoo with his fingers before kissing it and sucking on it. It was Yoongi’s sensitive area making him moan loudly when the boy sucked harder. The dark haired boy smiled as he continued to run his tongue over the tattoo.

It was a teasing smile that made Yoongi moan at the boy. It riled him up more than it should have but he didn’t want the feeling to stop. He loved the feel of the boy’s lips on his body kissing and sucking every inch of him. He wanted to do the same. To mark Jimin’s body as his, but he didn’t just want his body. No Yoongi wanted Jimin’s mind, body, and soul to all be his. He was greedy when it came to things he loved and right now he felt the love over powering him.

Yoongi threaded his fingers through the boy’s hair and arched his back. He was in heaven. The brown haired man tugged Jimin up to him and rolled on top of him. He kissed the boy roughly as he pulled his boxers off. Finally their naked bodies came together in pure bliss. The night ended in sweet passion that filled them both up as they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Jimin woke up wrapped in Yoongi’s protective arms with a blanket sloppily draped over them. His body ached from the night before. The man had been gentle with him but everyone’s first time was never what they expected it to be. It was painful at first, but it did turn pleasurable in the end. The act was even more special because Jimin had finally heard all about Yoongi’s past. It only made their connection deeper.

The dark haired boy slipped out of Yoongi’s arms, trying not to wake him in the process. He quietly walked into the kitchen to see Hoseok with his arms wrapped around a certain orange haired boy.

The boy awkwardly coughed causing the pair to jump apart. “Good Morning.” He mumbled as he grabbed a cup and poured milk into it.

“Did you have fun last night?” Taehyung asked innocently, causing Hoseok to snicker behind him.

Jimin instantly felt heat rise to his cheeks and he looked at the ground. Yes.

“I’ll take that as a yes…I mean, we did hear you last night.” Hoseok teased the boy, making his cheeks flush more.

Jimin wanted to die of embarrassment. He didn’t know they were that loud, but his train of thought was broken when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his stomach.

“Don’t tease him, Hoseok.” Yoongi rested his head on Jimin’s shoulder as he gave Hoseok a knowing look.

The other man shut his mouth. He knew better than to make Yoongi mad in the morning.

Taehyung looked back and forth between the two housemates. It wasn’t his place to say anything but he was hungry. He didn’t want to interrupt the conversion and sound rude. He feared that if he did say something it would upset both Hoseok and Yoongi. He debated about saying something until his stomach grumbled loudly causing everyone to look at him. They all burst out laughing.

“Come here, Taebaby.” Hoseok lead the orange haired boy to the table and made him sit. “You too, guys.” He motioned to Yoongi and Jimin.

Yoongi slung his arm around Jimin and walked over to the table taking a seat across from Taehyung. He motioned for the boy to sit next to him as they waited for the other to make them something.

The orange haired boy refused to make eye contact with the man across from him. Frankly he scared Taehyung. He had this menacing prensce that made him feel small. Funny how a man with pasty white skin that was shorter than him would intimidate him but he did.

Yoongi noticed the boy’s actions and attempted to make small talk which failed miserbly because the boy gave him short answers. Sighing he turned to Jimin and kissed his head. “Morning Minie.”

The nickname made Jimin blush. He wasn’t use to having nicknames our than people add ‘ie’ to the end of him his. It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He smiled widely at the older. “Morning Yoongi.”

Yoongi petted the boy’s head and stared at him lovely forgetting about the two other people in the room until he heard an awkward cough. He looked up and saw Hoseok holding two plated of Eggs and Bacon.

Hoseok raised an eyebrow before setting the plates down in front of the couple. It wasn’t every day that his friend was very open about his feelings, but lately he had been opening up more. “Eat up you two.” He smiled at them as he took a seat next to Taehyung, who was already digging into his food.

The meal progressed on with little to no conversations until Yoongi got a call about urgent business, making him rush out the door with clothes messily tossed on and uncombed hair. Hoseok barely batted an eye as Taehyung and Jimin stared dumbfounded at the door.

“He’ll be back.” Hoseok’s voice pulled the boys out of there trance and they continued to eat.

It just confused Jimin. Yoongi wasn’t the type to just run out. Usually he was lazy and took his sweet time getting ready.Guess there’s a first time for everything...wonder where he’s going. He tried to push the negative thoughts from his mind. There was no need to worry about it.

“We have to get ready Jimin, we have school today.” Taehyung lightly pulled on the boy’s sleeve.

Oh right, school. The dark haired boy reluctantly got up and headed to the bedroom to get ready.

It didn’t take long for the pair to shower and change. Hoseok insisted on driving them to the school, which Taehyung readily agreed to while Jimin felt a little more uncomfortable.

The dark haired boy sat quietly in the backseat of the car while Taehyung and Hoseok chatted happily about random things. He sighed as he stared out the window. Yoongi. The boy felt melancholy as his mind kept wandering back Yoongi.

The car ride felt like it took forever when in reality it had only been fifteen minutes. Hoseok kissed Taehyung goodbye and waved to Jimin as they shuffled out of the car.

The orange haired boy slung an arm around his friend, knowing he was feeling down. “Jiminie, I’m sure Yoongi didn’t want to leave.”

The boy gave his friend a weak smile. “I know…but I just…I don’t know.” Come on Jimin, snap out of it, this might just be the after affect of sleeping together. Taehyung gripped Jimin’s shoulder and smiled widely. “Stop dragging your feet or we’ll be late.” The boy hurried his friend along.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” Jimin walked fast, pushing any thoughts of Yoongi out of his mind.

As usual class dragged on because nothing sparked his interest. It was your average general education class that no one wanted to take, but had to in order to graduate. It didn’t help that Taehyung took it upon himself to keep throwing little crumpled up pieces of paper at him. He would just grin at the boy with his box smile when Jimin would turn to glare at him.

The dark haired boy eventually gave up trying to stop his friend from annoying him, but to be honest it was keeping his mind from wandering. I wonder what happened to make Yoongi leave so fast? Finally the clock hit 12:45 and Jimin shoved his books in his bag, hopping up out of his seat with Taehyung in tow. The boys met Jungkook at their usual spot.

“Kookie!” Taehyung yelled happily.

Jungkook waved at the pair and sat down at the table. “Hey Tae, Hey Jimin…why do you look so down?”

Before the boy could answer, his orange haired friend decided to speak for him. “He got laid.”

The younger male raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Then why are you so mopey?”

“I’m not.” Jimin complained. I’m not mopey.

“Let’s go visit Jin then?” Taehyung pulled the boy up.

“Good idea.” Jungkook nodded in agreement.

They headed off to Jin’s office, which wasn’t a far walk at all.

“Jin!” Jungkook called loudly as he knocked.

“Come in!” Jin called from the other said of the door. He watched as his three friends hurried into the room. Nana had briefly looked up from her paperwork before excusing herself know they wanted to have man talk. “So what brings you three here?”

“Jimin is sulking.” Taehyung pushed Jimin to sit in the chair across from Jin.

“Hey, I’m not sulking guys!” Jimin whined. Well maybe I am.

“Did Yoongi do something to you!? I knew I shouldn’t have let you stay with him!” The man went into super overprotective mom mode. If he hurt Jimin I’ll kill him.

The dark haired boy let out an irritated sigh. “No Jin, he didn’t hurt me, he’s just busy today so I haven’t gotten to talk to him.” I miss him.

“He slept with him, too.” Jungkook added to the statement.

“He did what?” Jin was livid at this point. My poor innocent Jimin was violated!

Jimin turned to glare at his friend. “Jin please calm down, I wanted it.” Ugh, this is getting out of hand…Jungkook I swear I’m going to kill you later. His friend loved to stir the pot. Making Jin mad was a hobby of his and he always made sure to throw Jimin under the bus.

“On a side note I got this hot…” Jungkook was cut off by the elder.

“Not now, Kookie.” Jin was staring holes into the dark haired boy now.

“But Jin this girl…” He tried again.

“Kookie.” The elder yelled. “I told you, not now!”

Jungkook whimpered at the man’s outburst. It scared everyone to see Jin this mad.

“I told you I wanted it! Why does it even matter? What I do with my boyfriend is none of your business.” Jimin stared angrily at the man.

“He’s not even your boyfriend, Jimin!” Jin shrieked back at the boy. “He’s just some lowlife that wants you in his…” At that moment the door to Jin’s office opened.

“Hey?” Namjoon looked at the angry man. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Hey Namjoon, what are you doing here?” Jimin smiled at the blonde man.

“You know him, Jimin?” Jin had cooled off and started to talk calmly again.

“Yeah, he’s Yoongi’s roommate.” The boy’s answer was short.

The man’s jaw hung open when he heard this. The fuck…they live together? And Jimin knows Namjoon?!

“You’re drooling.” Taehyung ripped the man from his thoughts.

“What?” He saw the orange haired boy point at his chin. “Oh…” He quickly wiped his mouth off.

“Maybe we should all get coffee and talk about this?” Namjoon shrugged.

“I think it’s a good idea.” Jungkook nodded to everyone. “What about you guys?”

They all agreed to go to the local coffee shop. Jin had been walking the slowest trying to figure out what had just happened. He was trying to connect the dots. Sure it seemed simple: Namjoon lived with Yoongi, who lived with Hoseok, making them all roommates. Taehyung was dating Hoseok officially and Jimin had a thing with Yoongi. He himself was still in the process of courting Namjoon. Jin sighed in frustration and ruffled his hair. It was all so complicated.

“You okay?” Namjoon looked concerned. Is it me?

“No I’m okay, Joonie, it’s just confusing.” Jin smiled weakly at the blonde.

Joonie? Namjoon blushed at the nickname. “Well, just making sure.” He slung his arm around the man.

It was Jin’s turn to blush and smile secretly.

The group walked to a local café that was near the school. It didn’t take long to get there and wasn’t over crowded with people yet. They sat down at one of the tables after each ordering a drink and pastry.

“So…” Jin was the first to talk. What should I even say?

“I guess I’ll start.” Namjoon spoke up. “I’ve known Yoongi since I was a teen. Actually, he was the one that saved me when he found me passed out in a pile of garbage.” Jin gasped at that. “Hoseok joined us a little later on and we’ve lived together ever since then.” The blonde left out a lot of details about his past, it wasn’t needed for this story.

And Yoongi, what does he do? Jin didn’t mutter those words as he gave the blonde a perplexed look.

Namjoon could just feel what Jin was thinking. The man was smart, he wanted to know every little detail but wasn’t one to push for it. “You want to know about Yoongi, don’t you?” The man gestured to the older man.

Jin nodded. How did he know?

“He’s a good guy, I know he may seem rough around the edges and a little standoffish but he’d never hurt Jimin.” He loves him actually. He knew all too well how much Yoongi liked the boy. He changed whenever the younger boy was around. He was less irritated at every little thing and smiled more, he was happy.

Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin hadn’t even bothered to speak up. They knew this little get together was for Jin’s benefit, just so he could figure out what was going on. Jungkook had lost interest as soon as they started talking and started texting on his phone. The other boys listened thoughtfully to the conversion the Jin and Namjoon were having.

Jimin knew Jin didn’t understand. Maybe because the older man knew about his past—the bullying, the hurt—and never wanted that to happen again. He was happy that Jin cared so much, but Yoongi never hurt him. Sure, he put him in danger sometimes, but he was always there to rescue him. What Jin had said did hurt his feelings, yet he knew it was true. The pair had never actually admitted their feelings for each other. Jimin had just assumed they were since knew each other’s past and made love. Yoongi wasn’t a lowlife either. Jin didn’t know he was a gangster, or tycoon, or whatever you wanted to call him.  Yoongi was just Yoongi in Jimin’s eyes. It didn’t matter what the man did for a living, so long as he was in his life.

The boy didn’t realize but the group was now staring at him. It seemed like they had finished their discussion and he was off in Lala land.

“You okay, bud?” Namjoon asked.

“Oh yeah, sorry, I was just thinking.” Jimin smiled at the blonde.

“Hey Jimin.” Jin spoke. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.” He frowned and looked down.

“It’s okay Jin, I know you just don’t want any harm to come to me.” He hugged the older man.

“Jiminie!” Jin squealed and hugged him tighter. He was happy that the boy didn’t hate him.

After a few more minutes of idle chatter they all parted ways. Jin and Namjoon went off somewhere to continue talking, Jungkook said goodbye before mentioning he had some hot date to get to. Which made Jimin and Taehyung give him questioning looks, but the boy just brushed them off.

“Weird.” Taehyung said after the others left. What a small world.

“Hm, yeah it is.” Jimin agreed. “Should we head home?”

“Let’s just stop by my house to pick up some clothes.” The orange haired boy smiled and linked arms with the other.

After a few minutes of walking in silence, Taehyung finally spoke. “So how was it…” Can I ask that? Or is it weird.

“It was romantic, he was sweet and I loved every second of it.” Jimin thought back to the night before remembering the way Yoongi had kissed him. He blushed before pushing the thought away. Now was not the time to get hot for his brown haired kind of boyfriend.

“I’m sorry…” Taehyung whispered as he can to a standstill. He felt small all of a sudden. His insecurities reared their ugly head as tears fell from his eyes.

Jimin wiped the tears from his friend’s face. “Hey Tae, you’re okay.” The dark haired boy knew it wasn’t his fault, Taehyung had moods like this. He could go from being completely happy to depressed in a matter of minutes. “Is it Hoseok?”

The orange haired boy nodded as the tears fell harder. “Does he really like me?” Taehyung was over thinking everything, reading into everything Hoseok had done.

Jimin embraced him. “Hey, hey, don’t think like that. You know he likes you.” What happened? He petted the other boy’s head.

Taehyung sobbed into his shoulder. He had his moods. Nothing in particular had happened, but somewhere in his mind a voice was telling him he was nothing. This was not a new development, it had been going on for years. Most of the time he did his best to ignore it, but today he couldn’t. Maybe it was because his friends were yelling at each other that he lost control. He was already oversensitive that when he saw his friends fight, he always thought it was his fault.

“Shhh, you’re ok.” Jimin held his friend tightly.

Taehyung’s tears had kept falling as he griped Jimin’s shirt. His mind was racing with thoughts. Past mistakes that could happen again. What if Hoseok left him? Maybe he never even liked him. Even if it wasn’t true, the demons kept harping at him, making him feel even shitter. The voices were telling him how pathetic he really was and said no one would ever love him.

“Breathe, Taehyung, think calm thoughts, try to go to your happy place…remember how much Hoseok loves you.” Jimin kept repeating these phrases over and over. After years of dealing with these outbreaks he knew the boy needed a calming voice to help him remember he was loved, he was worth it, and that the voices were telling him lies.

Finally after ten minutes of crying, the boy stopped. Jimin knew not to mention it or Taehyung would start crying again.

“Come on, let’s go.” Jimin pulled his friend along. They were literally right in front of the boy’s place.

Once inside the dark haired boy went to medicine cabinet and handed his friend his pills. They were antidepressants and Jimin knew his friend hadn’t been taking them regularly, which was a bad move on his part. Taehyung didn’t question it, simply popping one in to his mouth.

He quickly packed his bag with clothes as Jimin waited patiently at the door for him.

“Ready?” Taehyung nodded at the boy. “Alright, come on.”

They soon arrived at Yoongi’s house and let themselves in. Taehyung was instantly embraced by Hoseok.

“You took so long, it’s already seven at night!” Hoseok hugged the boy.

Jimin curiously looked around, thinking Yoongi would waltz in and welcome him back, but he didn’t.

The older man frowned as he saw the boy looking around. “He still isn’t home.”

The boy’s face fell and he tiredly walked to the couch, plopping down on it. He had hoped that Yoongi would have been home by now, so he was a little disappointed.

Eventually Jimin had fallen asleep waiting for the man. He was awoken around three in the morning when Yoongi had sleepily let himself in. He hadn’t even acknowledged him, which made his heart drop. Goodnight Yoongi…

He entered the bedroom to see the male already asleep. Jimin quietly got in bed and cuddled up next to him.

The next day the spot next to him was empty. There was no note, no text, nothing. Sadness washed over him. Did Yoongi not want to see him? Was it him? Jimin sulked as he walked into the kitchen to see Taehyung and Hoseok embracing each other. “Okay seriously, is this a thing now?” Jimin was irritated.

The pair let go of each other. “Well someone is grumpy.” Hoseok said.

“Hmph.” The boy glared at them.

“You just missed Yoongi, you know.” Taehyung pointed out. “He left about an hour ago.”

Jimin frowned. Great, I missed him… He sighed and turned on his heel to head back to the bedroom.

“Are you not coming to school then?” Taehyung called.

“No!” The boy yelled and slammed the door. He was mad, beyond mad. He was pissed. Yoongi hadn’t even bothered to wake him…

He heard a faint knock at the door. “Hey, can we talk?” It was Hoseok.

“Go away.” Jimin snarled. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now. He heard the man shuffle away and cuddled under the blankets, resting his head on Yoongi’s pillow. He inhaled deeply because it smelled like him. Jimin missed him and the fact that Yoongi hadn’t woken him up really hurt. Depressed and heartbroken, the boy fell asleep clutching the pillow.

He awoke again at seven in the evening and Yoongi still wasn’t home. No one was actually, the apartment was quiet and cold. There was no warmth to be found. It made the boy feel small, reminding him of his past. Jimin dejectedly flipped through the channels on the TV to distract himself but found nothing to watch. He kept glancing at the clock, which clicked by slowly. Every agonizing minute without the man hurt.

Jimin wasn’t even sure how long he slept that day. All he knew was Yoongi never came home that night. The boy was now convinced the man just didn’t want to see him. Maybe what they shared did mean nothing to him.

This cycle continued for three more days. Jimin slept more than he ever had, only getting up from the bed to eat and use the bathroom. The other side of their once shared bed was cold and covered with used tissues, he felt so pathetic and alone. The boy barely even talked to Taehyung anymore, not even when the orange haired boy tried to strike up a conversation.

Hoseok watched the boy mope and sulk day in and day out. It really hurt to see him in such a state. He knew Yoongi wasn’t trying to do this, so he took pity on the boy. “Jimin?” He called softly.

Jimin didn’t reply. He hates me…

“Do you want to go see Yoongi at work? He’s gonna kill me for doing this. Hoseok was standing by the bed.

The boy looked up at the man with fresh tears in his eyes and nodded.

“Well you can’t go looking like that, at least brush your teeth or something.” The man ushered the boy from the bed.

Jimin hadn’t changed in days. His hair was gross and greasy and he could seriously use a shower. What’s the point of showering? I’ve got no one to impress. Yoongi was the only thing that mattered at this point. He wanted…no, needed to see him. If only to make sure that the man wasn’t using him. To hear the words from his own mouth. He shed his disgustingly dirty pajamas and hopped in the shower. It was a short one that, but at least he didn’t smell like a locker room any more. He brushed his teeth hastily before putting on some pants and one of Yoongi’s shirts. Jimin quickly pulled on his Timberland boots and was out the door in a flash.

The pair walked over to Hoseok’s car in silence. The boy still looked like shit, despite the fact that he’d taken a shower and brushed his teeth. It was as if he had been pulled into the depths of hell and then thrown back out. He had bags under his eyes and they were still red and puffy from all the crying the boy had done.

“It won’t take long, okay?” Hoseok’s voice was soft, as if he was afraid of shattering they boy.

They arrived shortly after and the man guided Jimin in, stopping at the reception desk. “Can we see Yoongi?” The women knew who Hoseok was and nodded at security to let them through. He led the boy to a room that had two big double doors. “Go on in.” The older man nudged Jimin forward, hoping this would help.

Jimin hesitantly opened the door. Yoongi was yelling at someone on the phone. His desk was covered with papers and the floor was littered with crumpled up pieces of pictures.

The man heard the door open and didn’t bother to turn around. “I told no one to bother me!” He yelled. “No I wasn’t talking to you, but you aren’t doing your job either!”

“I’m sorry.” Jimin started to sob unable to move.

Yoongi recognized the voice. Shit! “Look man, just figure it out and call me later.” He hung up the phone and walked over to the crying boy. “Jimin, I’m sorry.”

He boy cried more and hugged the man. “Yoongi.” It came out choked and he was pretty sure he just got snot all over the man.

“Shhh…” He kissed the boy’s head. He was happy to see the boy but he was dead exhausted from dealing with the idiotic people who made his life hell. To be honest he wasn’t in his right mind, but Yoongi was running on little to no sleep and seeing the boy made him extremely happy. Jimin looked in bad condition though, the older man felt shitty for leaving him like that. He didn’t expect it to affect him this way. He figured he’d go on his way and hang out with his friends. What he hadn’t expect to see was him looking like this; tear stained cheeks, red puffy eyes, and wearing one of his shirts. Well he does look sexy in it. I was a little too big on him so it hung off his should a little showing his beautiful collar bone..Yoongi stop, you can’t think like that, not right now.

“I thought you hated me.” Yoongi’s arms dropped from the boy. Jimin looked up at him through tear filled eyes. “Youdo?” The boy backed away and ran. He didn’t look back. No, he hates me.

Wait no. I don’t hate you! Yoongi couldn’t move. He was too shocked that the boy thought that.

“You fucked up big time, Yoongi.” Hoseok was now leaning against the door frame.

Well shit.