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eleven: realization pt.1

"Welcome, Jimin."

The boy in question was greeted at the door with a smile and a panting dog. Jimin blinked. Yoongi petted the small dog's fur.

"This is Holly," he introduced, holding the toy poodle out so as to hand to Jimin. "He doesn't bite. He used to chew on my hand but he's over that phase. Aren't you, Holly?"

The dog gave a high-pitched bark and Yoongi smiled wider. Again, Jimin just blinked.

"Y-...I don't remember the dog from l-"

"He was sleeping on the floor in my sister's room, that's why," he explained and took a step backward, then gestured for Jimin to enter the house. The boy hesitated too long and had to be yanked inside by the wrist.

"What the f-"

"Look, I'm just really excited to watch the movie," Yoongi blurted. Jimin made a face which expressed the hesitance Yoongi already knew he was experiencing, but the mint-haired boy simply broadened his smile and directed Jimin over to the living room sofa.

The latter got distracted by that smile. He only snapped back into focus once Yoongi started waving his hand in front of Jimin's face.

"Hello, there, space cadet."

He smacked his hand away.

"Mean..."

Shaking his head, Jimin swiftly made his way out to the living room and plopped himself down on the sofa and made himself comfortable; which wasn't difficult, as the sofa cushions were soft and sunk inward in the way Jimin loved. What he didn't love, however, was how quickly Yoongi joined him on that sofa, and moreover how close he sat.

The sofa was small. Jimin had nearly forgotten just how small from the last time he had been here, but now that the two of them were here again, side by side, it all came back.

At least we're not facing each other, he thought in optimism.

"Are you cold, Jimin?"

"What?" At the unexpected question, the boy turned towards Yoongi, raising an eyebrow. It then struck him, upon realizing the boy was looking at his jacket, that Jimin still had his jacket on. He had forgotten to hang it by the door.

Blushing lightly, he slipped out of the jacket and rose to his feet to go hang it up. And Yoongi chuckled to himself as he watched him.

"I wasn't telling you you couldn't wear it inside," he said. "I was just wondering. If you're cold, we have blankets."

"It's fine. I don't get cold," Jimin mumbled, reclaiming his seat.

"Lies. I can already see you shivering."

"Is your family out again?"

"Yup. They're usually out till late."

Jimin pulled his feet up onto the sofa. Again, he didn't feel entirely comfortable being alone with Yoongi, for whatever reason.

"Bark!"

Well, at least the dog is here.

"Holly, go play somewhere else, okay?"

Jimin shifted his gaze over to the toy poodle, watching as it barked once more then obediently skipped down the hall most likely to play just as his owner had said. And now that the dog was gone and no longer barking meaninglessly—not that he was a particularly loud or obnoxious dog, but even Holly had his moments—the two were alone again.

Yoongi reached out to retrieve the remote which was on an end table to his right. He switched the screen on. Before Jimin had gotten here, Yoongi had gone ahead and put the movie disk in the DVD player, so now the title screen was staring them in the face. Yoongi made a glance at Jimin.