Yoongi is in a state of confusion when he awakes. He's not in his room. His bedroom doesn't look nearly as inviting or homely as this one. The room smells strongly of tea and lemonade. There were a few potted plants around the room, and there were multiple stacks of books.

The bed shifted beside him, and Yoongi turned his head. Jimin was facing the wall, his back to him, the covers pulled up to his chin. Yoongi ran a hand through his hair. He flopped back gently on the bed, and rolled onto his side.

Yoongi smiled to himself. Jimin was adorable. He opened up a but more last night after Yoongi got him to calm down. They ordered takeout because they didn't trust themselves to cook something without burning the house down. Yoongi scooted closer to Jimin, placing his hand on his waist. Jimin stirred, rolling over onto his other side, curling into Yoongi's chest. He brushed some hair out of his face.

"Jimin," Yoongi murmured, looking down at the younger. Jimin was currently seated in his lap, his back against his chest, head lolled back to rest on his shoulder.

"Yes, Hyung?"

"Does... does this not bother you?" He asked.

"Does what bother me?" Jimin responded, twisting around. Jimin shifted in his lap, so that he was straddling him like he had been earlier.

"How fast we're moving." Jimin's eyebrows furrowed, and he frowned. Confusion washed over his face.

"I don't understand."

"Don't you feel like we're moving too fast?"

"No." Jimin said, still frowning. He didn't about it much. He liked the time that he spent with Yoongi, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with the pace they had been moving at. But he wasn't aware that it bothered Yoongi. "Does it bother you?" He asked.

"No!" Yoongi exclaimed, shaking his head, quickly. "It doesn't. But I don't want to pressure you into anything or make you feel uncomfortable."

"Yoongi-Hyung," Jimin sounded frustrated and Yoongi didn't know why. Jimin grabbed Yoongi's face, pressing their foreheads together. "You're stupid."

"Hey." Yoongi pouted.

"What I mean is that, I like how things are. With us. Whatever it is that we have."

"Really?"

"Yes. What about you?"

"I like how things are too."

"Yoongi."

Yoongi snaps out of his daze, realizing that Jimin is now awake. The younger is staring at him, and Yoongi can't help but find him attractive. His orange hair is messy and covering half of his fave. His lips look plump, and Yoongi finds himself staring a little longer than he should. "Yoongi."

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Mmm hmm." Yoongi replied, blinking. He pulled Jimin closer to him, leaving no space between them. He nuzzled his nose against Jimin's. "How are you feeling today?"

"Better." Jimin mumbles against his chest. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Do you have to go into class today?" Jimin shakes his head.

"No. Not for another two days. Do you?" Yoongi shook his head.

"I have work today though." Jimin pouts. "Come see me later. You need some sleep. You'll wear yourself out if you don't."

"Do you want some coffee?"

"Yes please."

Yoongi and Jimin shuffled out of the room and into the kitchen. Yoongi snorted to himself as he followed Jimin, admiring the pastel pink sweater that hung loosely on his body. Jimin turned slightly. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." Yoongi said, leaning against the wall, one arm resting over his head. "I like the pink. Looks good on you." Jimin blushed, grabbing two cups from the cupboard and turning on the coffee machine.

"Really? I thought you would hate it." Jimin tells him. "I was planning on wearing it on Valentine's day, when you offered for me to hang out with you and Hoseok, but I didn't want you to make fun of me so I changed." Yoongi frowned.

"Jiminie. You worry too much about what others think." Yoongi says, with a sigh. Jimin nods guiltily.

"I know, I can't help it. I've been like this for a long time. I was very insecure as a child. I still am." He pours Yoongi a cup of coffee and walks over, setting it on the counter in front of him.

"Why are you insecure?" Yoongi asked. He didn't want to pry into Jimin's life, but he was curious to know why his boy was constantly worried about others opinions.

"I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough, or that I'm not as pretty as Jungkook or as smart and hardworking as Tae." Yoongi grips Jimin's waist, pulling him against his chest. Yoongi delicately pecks his forehead.

"Now, you're stupid." Yoongi says, hoping to get a laugh out of Jimin. And it works. Jimin giggles, burying his face his chest again. Yoongi smiles to himself.

"I hate you." Jimin says, playfully, pulling away from him. Yoongi's eyes darken as he looks down at Jimin.

"Liar." Jimin shakes his head, and confidently kisses his cheek.

"Nope."

The front door of Jimin's apartment unlocks and swings open. "Jimin! Are you- oh.... Hey Yoongi." Jimin pulls away from Yoongi quickly, turning around. Jungkook is eyeing the two with a smirk on his face. "Tae! Come here!"

Yoongi and Jimin are both embarrassed, but Yoongi is doing a much better job of hiding it.

Another man, whom Yoongi recognizes as Taehyung, even though they've never met, walks in. He looks Yoongi up and down and then at Jimin. "You lied." Taehyung smirked and Jimin has never been so flustered in his entire life.

"N-no, its not like that Taehyung, h-he just, we-" Jimin sighed and covered his face with his hands. "I'm just going to shut up." He said defeated.

Jungkook closed the door behind them. "Yoongi, want to explain what you're doing here?"

"Jimin had a rough day yesterday. I kept him company." Yoongi replied.

"What do you mean by rough day?" Taehyung asked, worried. "What happened, Chim?"

"It was just one of the days Tae, I'm fine though." Jimin said. He looked over at Yoongi. "What time do you work till?"

"Four."

"I'll be over at noon."

"Okay." Yoongi ruffled his hair before gathering his things and leaving the apartment

"TELL US EVERYTHING!"