Why me?

Part 2

Jimin woke up to the smell of something burning, his thoughts immediately went to Namjoon, he had to be attempting to cook, "Oh hell." Jimin jumped out of bed, and ran out of his room to the kitchen. There was a gray smoke in the air, and he knew right then that Namjoon had really screwed up. "Namjoonie, what did you do?!" He called out as he looked for his friend in the grey fog, Namjoon grabbed hold of him, coughing.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know that you couldn't put ramen in the toaster," Namjoon started coughing harder, Jimin led Namjoon out of the kitchen and to the living area, near the window. Jimin opened the window to let the polluted air out. Then he risked his lungs to go back into the kitchen to drown the toaster, unplugged, in some water. Once the air was clear, and the smell wasn't quite so bad, Jimin returned to check on Namjoon, he knelt before him and took his face in his hands.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Jimin began searching Namjoon for any traces of marks, bruises, anything that could have marred Namjoon's pale skin. Namjoon shook his head, as far as he knew there was nothing wrong with him, besides his hurt ego. "Okay, I'm going to go cook some egg rolls, you stay here, and for the love of everything, touch nothing." Jimin left his friend to go cook, he had to make sure they ate, plus he needed to get away from Namjoon before he lost it. How could Namjoonie be so careless? He could've gotten burned, electricuted, or worse, died! Jimin made a mental note to pre-prepare meals and store them in the fridge, including side dishes. That way all Namjoon had to do was pull them out and eat. 

They ate eggrolls wrapped in seaweed, with a few side dishes that their manager had left them. Namjoon kept apologizing, but Jimin just waved him off, there was no point in making him feel worse. Jimin left Namjoon to dish duty and went to his room to get changed. He was in the middle of putting on a new pair of boxers when Namjoon walked in his room with a cup of coffee. Jimin screamed like a girl and fell over onto his bed, he tugged on the boxers to pull them up, and glared towards Namjoon. 

"What? We're both guys," Namjoon looked his way like he'd lost his mind. "What's the big deal, why do you suddenly care if I see you changing? Here, I got you a mocha latte," Namjoon left the coffee on the dresser and disappeared from the room. Jimin was beet red, and couldn't seem to slow his heart. Namjoon was getting way too comfortable with entering his room, and it was barely the second day. Jimin sat up and stared bullets at the cup of coffee, not that the coffee had done anything, or could do anything, but it made Jimin feel better.

Jimin looked through his clothes pile at the end of his bed for his phone, when he found it he texted Taehyung, 'OMG I CANT DO THIS. CODE RED, HE WALKED IN WITH ME CHANGING'

Jimin hit send and then finished dressing, he took the coffee and sat on his bed as he waited for his friend to text back, which he did a few minutes later. 

'Calm the fuck down, you can do this. Joonie doesn't even know that you feel that way, stop being such a fanboy and calm your tits. Call me later.'

Jimin gawked at the text, how could Tae be so calm about the situation? Of course he wasn't feeling any sort of way about his roommates, especially ones that didn't feel the same way. It was a one sided love, and he was going to be tortured by it for an entire fucking year.