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fourteen.

Jimin decided that he was a coward.

And he was sick of it. He was done being afraid. Afraid was what he'd been for most of his life. No one and nothing could hurt Park Jimin anymore. It may have been eight thirty at night, and he may have been wearing boxers, a giant hoodie, and nothing else, but that didn't stop the steely resolve settling in his stomach.

He wasn't going to push Yoongi away, much like Yoongi had done to him in the first few weeks they knew each other.

So he got up, tossing his phone aside, and wrenched open his door. He walked the short distance in the dark hallway, footfalls thudding into the silence, until he was outside of Yoongi's door, staring at the wood. The dark eventually made his heart start racing, and he pounded on the door. He waited. He raised his fist, about to knock again, when the door flung open. He fell forward in surprise, accidentally using Yoongi to stop his fall. The problem with that was that Yoongi was bare chested and his hair was dripping wet. Jimin turned a deep red as he landed on the other boy's chest.

"Jimin? What the hell are you doing?" Yoongi demanded, eyes sweeping Jimin's half-clothed figure.

"I guess you could say I'm falling for you," Jimin blurted out. In the silence that followed, Jimin regretted his entire life. He hoped to God that Yoongi would take it as a joke and not an actual confession, or else he'd hurl himself into the sun. Yoongi stared at him, then shook his head.

"You are such an awful human being," he said, and the air left Jimin's lungs. His mouth opened, but no words came out. "I cannot believe you just made that pun."

"O-oh. I thought you meant it." Jimin laughed nervously.

"Of course not, Jesus Christ. Did you need something?" Yoongi asked. Then he looked down at Jimin's bare legs. "Like a pair of pants?"

"No."

"Okay..."

"Can I come in?" Jimin asked. He felt awkward and even more embarrassed standing out in the hallway. Yoongi looked sheepish and let him in. Jimin tried to pretend like he was seeing Yoongi's moved-in apartment for the first time. He tried to push thoughts of moonlight and marble skin and tears out of his head, and looked around.

"Why did you come over?" Yoongi asked. He flopped down on the couch while Jimin stood in the middle of the living room like a stranded boat.

"Um," Jimin said. "I don't know."

"You missed me that much, huh?" Yoongi asked. Jimin hoped he wasn't blushing. He also hoped he wasn't staring at Yoongi's pale, slightly defined stomach. Yoongi raised one eyebrow and muttered something. Jimin caught the words weird and half-naked.

"Do you wanna watch something? While you're over here for no reason at all and not wearing pants?"

"U-um, sure." Jimin sat down on the other side of the couch, trying not to look at the way his thighs seemed to expand on the leather. Yoongi fished around for the remote and clicked the TV on. He loaded up Netflix and clicked on the first show.

"Do you want food?" Yoongi asked, looking over at Jimin.

"N-no, I'm f-fine, thank you," Jimin stuttered. He didn't know why he had come here, and his thighs were gigantic, and Yoongi probably thought it was mildly disgusting, like a week-old sock lying on the floor.

"Why are you stuttering so much? Are you okay?" Yoongi asked softly, like he was talking to a frightened deer. Jimin's pulse jumped, and he sprang up from the couch as if he'd been poked in the butt.

"I've go-gotta g-go, we've got w-work tomorrow and I-I wanna be well rested, okay bye!" Jimin said, then ran out of Yoongi's apartment as if the sight of him and his thighs were going to ruin Yoongi's couch and precious personal belongings. Once safely inside his own apartment, he locked the door and collapsed on his bed. Instead of crying, which he wanted to do, he started laughing. First he had shown up, fallen on Yoongi, made a bad pun, then run out of his apartment as if he'd just received the news that his toilet was overflowing.