Jimin struggled to hold himself upright without dropping the stack of boxes. He really wished Jungkook had been free to help him move in today. If he were, this probably wouldn't be Jimin's 23 trip up the building's steps.

He tried to pull the door open with his foot. A very not smart idea, clearly, as the result was him stumbling backwards. Steady hands caught him, and helped him gain his footing.

"Let me take some of these for you." A voice said from behind the boxes.

"Thank you, oh my gosh." Jimin sighed.

The boxes that blocked his view were taken and he could see and move more freely. Her pulled the door open and he stepped through, the helper close behind. He reached his apartment, the door of which he had intelligently propped open.

"Um, you can just put them where ever there's an empty space..." Jimin heaved his own boxes down and turned to thank the helper. "Thanks so much, um..."

The boxes were set down lightly in an empty corner and turned. "No problem, I'm Min Yoongi, I live a couple doors down."

___________One Year Later ____________

Laughing hysterically, Jimin tried to keep his cup from spilling. Yoongi's steady hands on his waist ensured that he would stay upright, but Jimin had to be there for his Pepsi. If not him, then who?

"What are you even drinking Jiminie?"

"Pepsi, Yoongs." Jimin giggled. "Why won't you let me up?"

Yoongi doubted that Jimin was drinking Pepsi, but it was a good question. But Yoongi had a good reason for keeping Jimin on his knee. If he let go, Jimin might make new friends. New friends meant more parties and more parties meant more of Yoongi holding Jimin in his lap. Which isn't something the elder minded terribly, it simply led to these awkward questions that required vague answers. Answers that the drunk Jimin would be unable to interpret due to his intoxication.

"Becuz you're too cute to let go." Yoongi smiled, resting his chin on the younger's shoulder.

"Kookie says that we're practically dating Yoongs. Do you think we're dating? CUuz I didn't know about it." Jimin went on, he gasped. "Did you forget to tell me!"

Yoongi buried his face in the younger's shoulder. They'd be dating if he had a say, but he would never. Yoongi was too worried that sober Jimin wasn't in love with him. "If we date, I'll be sure to let you know."

"Good, I would want to know something like that, a whole dream come true!" Jimin flailed his arms crazily, his cup of "Pepsi" hopelessly spilled on the carpet.

Being the chivalrous and sensitive man he was, Jimin leaned precariously away from Yoongi's grasp in a desperate (and hopelessly late) attempt at saving his beverage. Yoongi just pulled him upright and swept him off his feet.

"Let's go, Jiminie." He said firmly.

Jimin sniffed, "My Pepsi."

Nevertheless, he snuggled into the comforting embrace of his hyung. He worried at the collar of Yoongi's button down, mindlessly popping open the first button. Yoongi swatted his hand away and set him in the car. Jimin sighed and snuggled into the seat, close to sleep, but still giddily aware of his surroundings.

"Where are we going?" He giggled.

Casting Jimin a withering look, Yoongi exhaled. "Home."

"Yours or mine?"

"Jimin, we love in the same building."

Jimin nodded as if this made a lot of sense. The rest of the ride was quiet and within minutes, Yoongi was helping the unsteady drunk out of the car.

"Where are your keys Chim?"

"They're around here somewhere . . ." Jimin tried to find his keys, but apparently failed.

With a sigh, Yoongi hefted the younger up once again and the pair made their way upstairs. Jimin tried to talk to the wreath on Mrs. Jung's door, but Yoongi just pulled him away. He unlocked his own apartment and laid Jimin on his bed, tugging the sleeves of his coat off and removing his shoes.

"Yoongles?"

Yoongi hummed.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

"No."

"Am I too fat?"

"No, chimchim, you're too drunk." Yoongi laughed, Jimin would not in any universe be considered fat.

"So when I'm not drunk can we date?"

"Let's see what not drunk Jimin wants first." Yoongi ruffled Jiminie's hair and turned to leave.

"Yoongs?" Jimin whispered, knowing he was supposed to be going to sleep, but being unable to contain this last question.

"Yes Chimchim?" Yoongi sighed.

"Can you stay? Your bed's cold." Jimin pouted but Yoongi couldn't see.

Yoongi didn't answer, he simply climbed into the bed next to his friend and wrapped his arms around him. Jimin cuddled close to him, his soft, warm breath tickling Yoongi's neck. The tranquil silence lured them closer and closer to the edge of sleep. Jimin, still desperate to put his point across drew his head back to meet Yoongi's drooping eyes.

"Yoongi?"

"Jimin, I swear--"

"I only had Pepsi." He confessed and let sleep drag him under, leaving a wide eyed Yoongi in the land of all things conscious.