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Chapter 4

Yoongi lit the orange candle in his room after he had set the new, suddenly so nice-looking blue candle on the shelf - taking up the space that had always been reserved for a candle. Well, not always, you see; he had also had a few books there that he had especially liked. He wasn't a person who read much but after getting recommendations from his pal Namjoon he had been particularly interested in checking those certain books out. Now the books had been shifted to the other end of the short shelf, giving space for the beloved candle.

A familiar scent, stronger than usually, was the scent of an orange spreading to the room as the candle burnt. This was the first time he'd chosen to burn it. And for sure, it was beautiful.

Jimin was taking the groceries out from the strong grocery bags which were made to be re-used. It made Yoongi feel a little bit better about the whole earth thing; like they were doing something better for the environment. Voluntary and better than plastic bags. Besides the mountain of plastic bags that had taken up a whole drawer and had kept on piling had made Jimin so upset, because the colourful, sometimes torn plastic bags were so unnecessary and God, so uncoordinated. The colours - bright yellow, white, green, red, just screaming at him and his poor eyes. Oh, the horror. Yoongi had thought he had gotten sick when one day Jimin put all the neatly folded bags into another plastic bag and gave them all away to an older lady who had wanted them, for whatever reason.

Yoongi remembered vividly how he had walked past Jimin who had been sitting on the floor, a pile of plastic bags next to him and a small pile of folded bags on his other side. He had stared for a second at the action he'd never seen before, a sight of his friend sitting and folding bags like there were no tomorrow. So neatly, so carefully. Yoongi had had an urge to kick the folded bags. They looked very tempting and like they would fly all over the room.

He didn't let himself listen to that urge. Jimin looked too much like he'd kick the other's ass if his castle of flimsy plastic bags would've been destroyed.

A castle was where Jimin spent a lot of his time. He was a student.

Yoongi got up, blew his candle until the flame degraded and smoke appeared and made his way to the living room, placing himself on the couch.

The castle wasn't real, at least not to anyone except him; it was in Jimin's imagination. He'd always considered himself to be someone with not much of imagination but he still managed to make up such a world and to live in it every time he was alone or when he felt alone, or when he felt sad or overwhelmed or, depressed. He didn't take the last word seriously, though. He felt like it was such a strong thing to say. And, that he didn't obviously have a reason to say he was depressed. He just happened to like his own thoughts. He happened to be hard on himself and he just happened to be a serious person. Also an introvert. That's who he was. He was just another fish in the sea even for himself.

His castle was a beautiful one.

Yoongi knew that.

Even if Jimin hadn't talked about it much, it was such a clear thing, looking at their apartment. Mainly Yoongi had stood aside while Jimin had ran around, busying himself with so much to do, the baskets for decoration were never the right shade and the carpets seemed to be petty or then way too bulky. He had settled down with what he had organized - for now - and it was only a matter of time when he'd change his mind.

A grocery bag rattled as it had been emptied and now it was being folded back to hide in the cupboards. Another one had its turn right after the first.

Jimin was habitually quiet, almost totally silent as he pitter-pattered to the beloved couch where his roommate had been seated before him. There was a silence. It wasn't awkward at all, yet the usually louder one tried to find a topic to mention. He was afraid the silence would turn, indeed, awkward.

But, it didn't, to his relief.

Quiet man right next to him looked like he was minding his own business, perhaps planning how to save on the water bill. Even a thought of that made Yoongi try to cover up a cringe. He felt like he was so feeble, so not an adult, suddenly.

The two sat on the seat's opposite edges leaving the seat in the middle empty. They were both so embedded in their own thoughts that they didn't even notice a dog barking outside, right underneath the window. A soft, beautiful swirl of summer air welcomed itself in the apartment, placing itself on the boys' skin as it flew right by.

That moment was a calm one like there was no need to say anything at all. It left so much space for thinking.

Jimin thought about the weather, and how much he had liked that Yoongi had been paying some more attention to him lately. It made him feel a bit stupid, a bit too depended on the other, perhaps. He didn't want anyone knowing him too well; it brought such an empty feeling within, mainly made of fear of the unknown. He wasn't sure who he could trust, and did he even want to trust anyone? He had himself, wasn't that fine?

But now he was starting to like Yoongi, and to him, it was dangerous. He took a quick look at the other who was remarkably quiet. What was going on inside his head? What could he be thinking of? The next move of surprising him? Jimin looked away.

Something in him was triggering a panic alarm. Was it alright to trust the other? He didn't think so, yet he fell for it. Or did he? He did!

Yoongi was comfortably unaware of Jimin's hurried look at him and how the other was battling some problems right next to him. He was indeed comfortable. Not a worry in the world, other than if he had been too nice.

Jimin got up staggering, making Yoongi jump at the harsh, unexpected movement. And with his pittter-patter-walk, he made his way to the bedroom without a stop and closed the door. A gentle thud could be heard. Yoongi huffed. "Huh."

And for a moment it was again peacefully quiet.