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nine.

Another week passed, and Jimin was confused, to say the least. Yoongi had been showing less adversity towards Jimin, and they were able to have civil conversations. Jimin became less obsessed with figuring out Yoongi's mystery and more obsessed with making the boy smile. But for some reason, the memory of Yoongi trapping him against the shelf and asking if he was in love on that first day kept replaying in Jimin's mind. Yoongi's eyes had been all the way open, and they never were. Surely that meant something, right? And why couldn't he stop thinking about the way Yoongi shook at loud noises? He couldn't sleep; his feelings were keeping him awake. He rolled over in bed and wondered how Yoongi was doing with his annoying cousin. Then he wondered how Jungkook and that Taehyung person's relationship was going. And then he found himself thinking about Seokjin, his old friend, substitute mother, and apron designer. Seokjin had found someone, hadn't he? What was his name—Nimjon? No, it was Namjoon. Jimin pushed his face into his pillow and, for some reason, tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He wasn't sad; just frustrated. He barely even knew Yoongi and the boy was constantly on his mind like a contagious disease. He flipped his pillow over, resting his cheek on its newfound coolness, and slipped into a sleep filled with inky vines and blue string that wrapped around him, tangling and not letting go.

When Jimin woke that morning, he had a horrible headache. He popped some painkillers with his cereal; half afraid of getting a migraine. He'd never had a migraine before, but then again, he'd never dealt with people who were incapable of smiling before. He unlocked the store, seeing that it was raining. He loved the rain, and he stood in it for a few minutes, eyes closed in the weak dawn. He finally had a moment of peace where he wasn't thinking about Yoongi.

"While watching your clothes slowly get wet and stick to your skin is hot, I'd rather not contract a disease, so can we move this indoors?" Yoongi's low voice- speak of the devil- reached Jimin's ears and he jumped.

"Control your dick please, I'd rather not scare away customers," Jimin answered in a pleasant tone. Yoongi's pale pink lips formed a little o at Jimin's words. A smirk formed on his entirely kissable mouth, and he dropped his gaze and stepped toward Jimin. Jimin watched as raindrops rolled, glistening, off Yoongi's pale blue hair. It was mesmerizing, but nowhere near the incredibly sexy look Yoongi was giving him. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and flicked his gaze from Jimin's mouth to his eyes. Yoongi's eyelids fluttered shut and Jimin was captivated by the butterfly-like movement. Yoongi arched his neck, placing his lips against Jimin's ear.

"I'm sure you'd love to see how out of control my dick can get," Yoongi whispered. Jimin shivered despite himself, clothes dripping onto the pavement, mixing with the rain. His mouth fell open in shock. Yoongi pushed past him into the store, and Jimin's eyes widened as he felt Yoongi grab his butt. He stayed there for a little longer, frozen to the same spot on the asphalt, Yoongi's dirty words still hanging in the air next to his ears. Jimin smoothed down his apron, noticing for the first time how unsteady his breaths were. His only coherent thought was what the actual fuck just happened?

Jimin decided that two could play at this game, and he walked back into the store, trying not to grin. He encountered Yoongi fiddling with the pens by the cash register and made a show of shaking out his drenched clothes. Yoongi was a little better off than him; he appeared to be mostly dry.

"Is this where I make a joke about the rain not being the only thing that's wet?" Jimin asked to get the other boy's attention. Needless to say, it worked. Yoongi's head snapped up and he looked at Jimin in surprise.

"I've never heard you make such dirty jokes before," Yoongi said dryly. Jimin gave a laugh, trading his usual giggle for a lower sound. He could see Yoongi's eyes; they were nearly open all the way. Jimin bit his lip and ran both of his hands through his hair.