Jimin's POV
I was sleeping peacefully when my phone started ringing. Lazily, I reached for it on the side table
without even opening my eyes. I answered the call, not knowing who was on the other end.
"HELLOOOOOOOOO!" someone yelled.
I almost had a heart attack at the scream.
"Yah, Jungkook-ah, what the hell is wrong with you?" I asked, annoyed.
"Hehe, sorry. Were you sleeping?" Jungkook asked.
"No, I was dancing," I responded irritably.
"Nice. What song, by the way?" Jungkook teased.
"Shut up, Kook. Why are you calling me so early?"
"First of all, it's not early—you're late for work. And second, you need a roommate, right?"
"Yes," I replied.
"One of my friends is moving to Seoul. I gave him your address," Jungkook said.
"Okay, that's great," I said.
"At least say thank you!"
"Shut up. Bye," I said, ending the call before he could continue.
I’m Park Jimin. I'm 24 years old. Three years ago, my parents died in a car accident. After their death, I moved to Seoul for work. I have a regular job in an industry.
My parents left me a house in Seoul, and I live there alone. To help cover the costs, I needed a roommate, so I asked Jungkook for help. To my surprise, he actually did help.
As I was lost in thought, I heard the doorbell ring. I got up and rushed downstairs.
"Who's there?" I asked.
"It's me, Yoongi, your new roommate," a voice answered from outside.
I opened the door, and my eyes landed on Yoongi.
Jimin's POV
Oh my goodness! Where do I even start? This boy is standing before me—he’s like a walking piece of art. Seriously, it's as if he just stepped out of a magazine. His looks are on another level.
And those eyes—dreamy pools of warmth and kindness, like liquid gold. Every glance feels like he's looking straight into your soul. And that smile! It makes your heart skip a beat, lighting up the room.
End of Jimin's POV
Yoongi's POV
I was waiting outside when someone opened the door. The boy in front of me—his beauty took my breath away. The way the light played on his features, how his smile seemed to brighten the entire room—it was like magic.
I was completely mesmerized by him, by the way he carried himself with such grace. It felt like I was seeing something so captivating that I couldn't look away. It was as if my heart knew, even before my mind did, that this moment was special.
End of Yoongi's POV, as Jimin shakes him.
"Are you okay?" Jimin asked.
"Y-yes," I stammered.
"Come inside," he said.
Jimin brought me inside, and we both headed to the living room.
"This is the living room," Jimin said.
"Nice," I responded.
"What do you do for a living?" Jimin asked.
"I just got a job at Seoul University as a professor. What about you?" I replied.
"I work as a regular employee at Kim’s Industries," Jimin said.
"Kim’s Industries? That’s world-famous!" I said.
"Yeah. What about your family?" Jimin asked.
"I don't have anyone. They passed away when I was young," I answered.
"I'm sorry for your loss," Jimin said, his voice soft.
"It’s alright. What about you? Do you live here alone?" I asked.
"Yes, my parents died three years ago," Jimin replied.
"I'm sorry for your loss as well," I said.
"It's alright. I’ll show you the house, then I have to head to work," Jimin said.
"Okay. My job starts tomorrow, so I’ll stay in today and take care of the house chores," I replied.
"Alright."
Jimin showed me the house before heading off to work.
Time skips—two weeks later.
In the past two weeks, Jimin and I grew close. We had both developed feelings for each other, though neither of us had confessed.
Present
I had the day off and was cooking in the kitchen when suddenly, the lights went out. Panic washed over me—I'm nyctophobic.
"H-how do I t-turn the lights back on?" I stuttered, shaking. My fear overtook me, and I slipped into my little space.
Jimin's POV
I came home to find the house completely dark.
"Yoongi? Where are you?" I called out.
There was no reply. I quickly turned on the lights and began searching for him.
When I reached the kitchen, I saw someone sitting on the floor, hugging their knees. I knew it was Yoongi.
I approached him slowly.
"Yoongi?" I said softly.
"N-no, don’t h-hurt Yoonie," he cried.
I was shocked. "Huh? Yoonie? Are you... little?" I asked, realizing what was happening.
Yoongi just kept repeating, "Don't hurt Yoonie."
"I won’t hurt you. Look at me," I said gently, sitting beside him.
Yoongi looked up at me with tear-filled eyes and immediately hugged me.
"Chimmy, Y-Yoonie’s scared. The lights went off," he said, sobbing.
"It’s okay. I’m here now. Don’t be scared," I reassured him.
I helped him to the living room.
"Sit here. I’ll freshen up," I said, about to get up.
"No, d-don’t leave me a-alone," Yoongi pleaded.
I didn’t want to make him more anxious, so I stayed beside him.
"I’m not going anywhere," I promised. Yoongi finally calmed down.
Time skips to the next morning
Both of us had the day off. I went to Yoongi’s room to wake him.
"Yoonie, wake up, baby," I said softly.
He stirred, and I continued, "Go shower. I’ll make breakfast."
"Baby?" Yoongi asked, suddenly realizing something. He remembered that he had fallen into his little space in front of me.
"Jimin, I’m sorry. Don’t hate me. I’m sorry for hiding it," he panicked.
I quickly hugged him, sensing his distress.
"Shhh, relax. I don’t hate you. I love you," I said.
Yoongi calmed down and pulled back from the hug.
"I’ll go make breakfast," I said, standing up.
Before I could leave, Yoongi grabbed my wrist.
"What did you just say?" he asked.
"I said I’ll make breakfast," I repeated.
"No, before that," he pressed.
"Before that? I didn’t say anything," I said.
"You don’t hate me… You love me," he repeated, his eyes wide.
"Y-Yoongi, I—" I stammered, thinking he’d reject me, but instead, he stood up and kissed me.
After a moment, he pulled back and said, "I’ve waited so long to hear that. I love you too, Jimin. Be my boyfriend?"
"I will. I love you too, Yoongi," I replied.
From that moment, we began living happily together.
The End.
