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"Welcome to my home!" Jimin said with a smile on his face.
He walked in, took of his shoes along with his jacket and other stuff, put them away, and put on these chick slippers.

'He's an actual kid. I'm convinced Jimin is a baby boy stuck in a mans' body.' Taehyung smiled and took off his shoes.

"You could borrow my other slippers." Jimin said walking into the living room. Tae put them on, and he started to take off his jacket as well. Jimin walked to the table, and took off his hoodie.

As he pulled it up you could see his tummy. Actually, Jimin has abs. Really, really, nice looking abs.

'Correction.
Jimin is stuck in an attractive mans' body.
A very attractive mans' body.'
Tae shook his head, and snapped back into reality.

He stepped in and looked at Jimin's house. It was so organized, and cozy. He saw pictures of Jimin with his, what Tae beliefs is his friends and family, on a little shelf near the entrance.

He sees one with Jimin and another man, his brother. He picks it up. They don't really look alike, but they both have nice eyes.

Jimin says something, but Tae was to busy looking at the pictures to listen.
He puts it down and his eyes continue to study the room. "Wow." Tae said, he looked around, with shimmers in his eyes.
"Is something wrong?"
Jimin asked, confused on Tae's tone.
"Oh, no. I'm fine. It's just, your apartment. It's so nice. Everything is adorable, and everything has a purpose. I wish my house was always this organized."
Jimin chucked.
He then sat on the couch, and motioned for Tae to come over. 
"Are you saying you're not organized?"

"Oh I am pretty organized, but my roommate, that's a different story."
Tae said with a faint smile.
"Oh, you have a roommate?" Jimin asked curiously.
"Oh yes. His name is Jungkook. He's 21. And he's a bit goofy. He plays a lot of video games, but he's really sociable. You'll like him."
Tae said with a smile.
"Oh. That must be nice to live with someone." Jimin grabbed water from the kitchen while Tae was talking.
"Yea, it's pretty nice. I mean he can be a handful, but at the end of the day, I have his back, and he has mine. So really, I'm just grateful he's there."
Jimin came back with water bottles for both of them.
He handed Tae one.
Tae took a sip of the water.

"Is he cute?"
Jimin said nonchalantly, without making eye contact with Tae.
He pretended to take a sip of some water. Taehyung practically chocked.
"I- wha- is- is he cute? He's ok? I mean when you've hung out with someone for years you get use to their face so I guess?"
Jimin laughed.
"I'll take you're word." They talked for hours.

Tae yawned. He felt sleepy. Like, really sleepy. It was now 8:40.
"I think I have to go now."
Tae said with a sad tone.
"Ah, already? Ok. I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow?"
Jimin said with a fake smile.
"Yea, I guess so."
Tae said with a fake smile as well.
Neither of them wanted Tae to leave.
As Tae was putting on his coat,
he struggled with the zipper.
Jimin walked over to help him.
"Here let me."

Jimin helped him zipper up, then patted his chest.
"Alright, all done. It's cold out so I called you an Uber."
"Oh it's fine. I'm a tough guy, I'll be able to get home safely."
"I don't doubt you can't fight. But you can't fight off hyperthermia."
Jimin said with a chuckle. It was cute that Tae wanted to show off.
"Please call me when you get home. If you don't I'll worry to much, and I'll have no choice but to come over to your place."
"Then I'll make sure to call you. I wouldn't want to worry you."
Jimin smiled.
"Good. Now let me walk you out."

Jimin didn't put on a coat or anything, because he thought the Uber would be here by now, but they weren't.
Jimin and his chick slippers were 'quacking'.
"I think you should go inside. It's to cold for you to be out here, you'll get sick."
"I'm f-f-fine. It's not that c-c-cold. What kind of host w-w-would I be I-I-If I didn't make s-s-sure you were o-o-ok?"
Tae sighed.
"Jimin, don't be a pabo." Tae unzipped his jacket. In a matter of seconds Jimin was covered. It all happened a little to fast.

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