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Chapter 3

"Hey, listen, let's go, we need to get some scented candles and fast", Yoongi told the other one through the closed door as he was trying to get the other out of his room with an excuse. He knew Jimin loved it, choosing those colourful wax-jars, so he always let him do it. Now he had hidden the very nice one he'd had in his room forever to lure the other into believing he really needed a new candle. He was no fool.

Jimin was slightly confused and was still feeling a tad bit of blurriness as he heard his roommate through the door. He didn't know how to reply. He didn't know what kind of a candle Yoongi would like, or need - why had he suddenly ran out, anyway? What was the hurry? Hadn't Yoongi liked the orange pumpkin-scented candle he had picked out earlier? Earlier, that had been such a long time ago, he agreed. Maybe he wasn't trying to go for the walk for nothing, then, Jimin thought with his eyebrows knitted closer together. He played with the sleeve of his red button-up shirt and chewed his lower lip, silently nodding to himself. He wanted to go.

After a while, after Jimin was surer that his eyes didn't look obviously red and his cheeks weren't red either, he dared to put his hand on the cold doorknob lightly and cracked his door open. His eyes searched for a certain very stubborn individual who was acting a little off, at least in his opinion. The hallway was clear, Jimin checked and stepped outside of his bedroom, ruffling his hair with his left hand as he closed the door after him and nearly jumped, finding Yoongi sitting in the living room, staring at a bowl of fruits instead of his phone. Had he been so anxious to go to pick his new candle that he had sat there, for no one knows how long, staring at a few pieces of fruits? Jimin swore to himself Yoongi must've been very hungover.

A pair of eyes were targeted at Jimin quickly as the floor creaked, letting Yoongi know he wasn't alone anymore. Jimin was very good at moving around quietly, but the floor tended to give him away.

Jimin sighed and crossed his arms, something that Yoongi thought was an act of anger - but in the reality, he was just too insecure about his stomach. "Are we going? What do we need?" Jimin asked quietly, almost nonchalantly. He didn't want to make a whole lot of noise and the fact that Yoongi hadn't said anything was the sign for him to talk, which wasn't his favourite thing. Even if there was only two of them. Yoongi dug something out of his hoodie's pocket and it turned out to be a piece of paper, similar to the post-it note stuck to the mirror earlier in the day.

Yoongi cleared his throat, placing a fist in front of his mouth dramatically and began reading the paper's scribbles. "We need a new candle, also we need good food", he said matter-of-factly and looked like he'd earned a round of applause. Jimin couldn't help a small smile and nodded but didn't grant any applause to him. "Nice", Jimin complimented and moved closer to the wall, letting himself rest against it. His shoulder felt the cool wall through the thin material of his shirt. "I know, right? Okay, let's go, I have a lot of stuff to do after it", the black-haired man said stuffing the note back to his pocket and got up looking like it was a struggle. "I'll get my bag."

Jimin huffed in the realisation of what he had just said and followed the other with his gaze to his bedroom to go find his backpack. Yoongi never volunteered to carry anything. Was he surely awake? He didn't want to try pinching himself, though, so he settled in with the thought that maybe, only maybe, was he conscious in this very moment.

He felt like he was being handled like a princess, for sure.

Which was again, suspiciously different from what he was used to.

Yoongi hurried from his room to the hallway and briefly locked his eyes with Jimin's. He didn't know why he wanted to go outside so bad suddenly, but maybe he had changed. He believed so. If it was possible. In any case, what he had seen had created a feeling something similar to worry, and he knew staying stuck inside wouldn't make you feel any better.