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Jimin-
Yoongi says his Auntie is on the night shift. It means we'll have the house to ourselves. I tease him again for making it sound like a date. "Just what you wanted. To get me alone," I say. I rub his shoulders. "Don't get too many ideas."
Annoyed, he pushes me away. "You can leave. I just suggested a movie. You don't seem to want to go home. Plus, everyone else is doing things."
"Yeah, with their boyfriends. Why don't you have a boyfriend?" I ask.
He gets a bowl of chips. "I don't know. I guess I haven't found someone I like. Coke or sprite?"
"Sprite." He tosses a can of spite at me.
"Let's go watch it upstairs. This way I can seduce you since I'm clearly in love with you," Yoongi says.
I laugh, but lead us upstairs. I sit in Yoongi's bed. Thank god it's clean. His room is very neat, and his bedsheets smell freshly washed. Yoongi puts on That 70s Show. Apparently everything he does is related to the seventies. I have no idea when we started getting close and acting like friends, but I could get used to it. It's nice to have someone like him.
We sit shoulder to shoulder against the wall. I steal his chips and drink my sprite. The show is actually better than I thought. My favorite character is definitely Fez or Donna. Yoongi's is Hyde. Yoongi laughs quietly at parts he find funny. He understands every reference. It's an amazing thing to watch.
When we are done with four episodes, he gets up. I set the bowl and our drinks to the side and lay down. He opens his window. He lights a cigarette and starts smoking. I can't help but think why he does it, or how he started. His life is basically a mystery. We know nothing about each other.
He catches me staring. "What?"
"Why do you do it?" I ask.
He shrugs. "Habit I guys. And it relieves stress."
"Couldn't you find other ways?" I ask.
"I guess. But this is most effective."
"You could die."
"I know."
I sit up. "Why would you risk it?"
He finishes and puts it out. He walks over to the bed and knees. He takes my hands and rubs circles in them. "Why would anyone risk death?"
My breath hitches. He's right. Plenty of people are in the hands of death daily. Riding in a car, walking across the street, using the oven. And I have no room to talk. I have a bad past, do I even get to count it as a past if it was three months ago? The scars haven't even faded. Bite he doesn't know any of that.
He turns my arms over. He eyes stare at my scars. His thumb rubs over the newest. "Why would you?"
My breath shakes. "I haven't in months. You can point at me."
"Then why did you?" Yoongi asks.
I feel tears building up. My whole body seems to start shaking. The memories comes back to me. Everything that happened. The words that are written in stone on my soul. "I-I..."
His arms wrap around my body. His head on my shoulder and hands on my back. He rubs pictures until I stop shaking. I feel helpless in his arms. I feel limp. "It's okay Jimin," Yoongi whispers. "You're safe with me."
"Okay."
I feel his hold loosen. He lets go and I sit up. I wipe my face of any tears. "Can I have something to wear?"
He nods. He gets a pair of running shorts and hand them to me. He gets himself a pair of sweatpants. He changes right in front of me. I try not to look. He has such thin legs. Unlike my huge legs and fat thighs. I self consciously take off my dress pants. I quickly get the shirts on. I hide my legs under the blankets. Yoongi climbs over me and lays be side me.
"Night," he says softly.
"Night."

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