Lost life

Hope

The next day, Jimin decided to get an apartment. He needed something bigger than a hotel. But all apartments were out of his league to pay. Maybe a dorm? It was a very quick decision Jimin had, but he had hope. Hope witch fast vanished into thin air. All dorms around the university were full. All his hopes were crushed until he received a call. "Am I speaking to Park Jimin?", asked a nice voice. "Uh, yeah.", he asked unsure. "I have a room for you.", said the guy on the other side. "Really?" Jimin's excitement rose. "Yes, I live next to the campus area. Come over."

"Of course! Thank you!"

"Call me hope."

Jimin was saved. His new roommate. Jung Hoseok, was super nice and super weird. After they talked bit immediately had the possibility to move in and he really could say, Hoseok was his salvation. "Thank you, really. I would be lost without you.", thanked Jimin again, as he made his way, with his luggage through the tiny room. "No problem, you seem nice. And you are really got lucky, my old roommate just dropped out of here. He's so crazy.", sighed Hoseok and laughed. "Really? What did he do?" Jimin grew curious. "He has a girlfriend and moved in with her, just the weekend before university begins again.", he laughed and it was so contagious, that Jimin had to laugh with him. "He must love her, when he does that.", commented Jimin. "The two are crazy in love with each other. Jackson is just... Well Jackson. He literally moved out yesterday."

"Wow, I'm really lucky then."

"You are Jimin. So is this your first year?" The silver-haired noded. "Oh yay, I'll show you around then. I'm majoring in dance since to years."

"That sounds cool. You have to be a good dancer then.", admired Jimin. "I'm okay, I still want to improve to be the best.,  told the black-haired in excitement. "Good luck then. I liked to dance when I was younger."

"Really? Wait, when you were younger? Why did you stopped if you liked it?" "I just hadn't the time for it anymore.", he lied. It was that Jungkook, who convinced him to stop with the words "Dancer won't help you in the future. It's unnecessary and your time is precious." And instead of dancing, Jungkook and Jimin read boring novels which were from the 18th century. So much better than dancing, thought Jimin back and rolled his eyes in his mind. 

"Wow, that's unfortunate. But if you want to try dancing again, just ask your.", winked the black-haired. "Who?", asked Jimin in confusion, with a grin on his face. "Me, I'm your hope.", grinned the elder, making him smile. "I'll do that hope.", laughed Jimin and Hoseok made squealing noises. 

"Come on, let's eat pizza. I'll pay for it.", offered Hoseok and there was no way Jimin said no to that. Even if the two didn't know each other for a whole day, they seem to get along very good. 

The weekend was over quickly and Jimin anticipated the first day of university like he never anticipated something before. He and Hoseok made their short way over to the university together and Jimin was amazed. It was just like he thought it will be. He was excited over the whole day and Hoseok with him. 

They had to part soon though, because Jimin had to attend his first classes. He was ever happier that his first class was art.

"You seem excited.", commented a male voice as Jimin sat down in the front row. "I am, to be honest, it's my first year after all.", he answered, smiling widely. "I have to repeat though, so don't worry, it'll be funny. By the way my name is Minho.", smiled the black-haired. "I'm Jimin." Both shook hands and the lesson started.

The day went by in a rush and he was in love with the university already. He couldn't wait for the next days to come. Just as he left his last lesson, Hoseok told him that he'd be out for long and shouldn't wait for him. So the silver-haired decided to get himself some things for his classes. He was striding through the city and it was slowly getting darker outside. The textbooks he got weighed a ton and he was slowly made his way towards his new home.

"Need some help?" Jimin jumped at the sudden voice and looked to his right. Yoongi stood there, hiding his black hair under a white cap. His light smile was adorable and Jimin found himself blushing. "Why are you staring at me like that? Is something on my face?", asked Yoongi, waving his hand in front of Jimin's eyes. His blush got deeper and he shook his head as a *no*. "Your hand is going to hurt if you hold it like that. Give it to me. " The black-haired took the heavy bag from him and both could feel the sparks as their hands brushed. A light smile crept up on Yoongi's lips, as he saw Jimin begin shy. A small thank you came from Jimin and the elder couldn't help his own blush. Again, the two walked in a comfortable silence, until Jimin remembered something. "I live a bit further away from here now. You can give me the bag.", he explained shyly and reached his hand out for his bag on Yoongi's back. "It's okay. Just show me where.", responded Yoongi. "Are you sure? I don't want you to waste your time on me.", told Jimin with a more quiet voice. Yoongi didn't know why, but he loved when Jimin begin shy. "I told you that I try to be nice to you, so don't try to convince me otherwise. It won't work because-" Yoongi bit his tongue. He nearly spilled something, he wasn't even sure of himself. He tried to come up with something simple and nothing awkward. "Because I think you are a very nice person." Well.. that was awkward.

"Wow, thank you." Jimin avoided Yoongi's eyes, looking at his hands in embarrassment. "You're nice as well."

"Wow, we only know us some days and you are already lying to me?", played Yoongi offended. "Maybe I do, maybe don't. Who knows?" Jimin had a cheeky smile and Yoongi's eyes couldn't leave that smile. "Wow, already that cocky.", chuckled the elder. "I learned from the best.", shrugged Jimin. "I feel honored.", laughed Yoongi and Jimin with him. The teasing went on until they arrived at the dorm. Just in front of entrance hall Jimin stayed still with Yoongi. "You didn't have to do that, but still thank you.", smiled Jimin widely. "Come on, on which floor you are living? And please tell me there's a lift.", groaned the black-haired and placed the bag on the ground. "You don't need to bring it up, I can take it." "No way. Now let's go.", declared Yoongi and Jimin didn't seem to have a chance at saying no. Fortunately. for Yoongi, it had a lift and Jimin lived on the 5th floor. Our of 12. The rider upstairs was silent and Yoongi always glanced at the silver-haired. He adored his squishy cheeks and full, plump pink lips. How would it taste like if I could k-

"We are there.", interfered Jimin Yoongi's tracks of thoughts. The black-haired nodded and both walked out of the lift. They went straight until Jimin stood still in front of a door. "That's where I'm living.", he said. "Cute.", answered Yoongi shortly. He became nervous and didn't know what to say after all. "Thanks again."

Yoongi handed Jimin his bag and he again touched his chubby hand. He couldn't believe that he felt things, only by touching another guy's hand. "No problem. Bye." His voice was stressed and Yoongi immediately walked off. Jimin could feel his heard shatter more than he was blushing before, he didn't know what the problem was. Did he like Yoongi that much? Nah. Maybe!

Those thought Jimin had on his mind didn't leave that quickly, he kept thinking of Yoongi and his smile. But he forced to think of something else. He walked slowly to his bed and just laid sown on the bed until he was fallen asleep, now he could sleep good.

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Okayyyy i'm done again ((((: I just don't know if Jimin is going to have a secet love on Yoongi, maybeeeeee. Yasssss