Double Update today!!
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The next morning started off with a bright sky, chirping birds, lots of sun, and one murderous Chim. With a toothbrush still half in his mouth, white towel draped around his shoulders, and his blond wet hair a storm on his head, Jimin was up and at it it chasing his so called best friend around their apartment. His free hand expertly held a hairbrush like some deadly weapon while the other wrapped around his tooth brush. He could feel toothpaste sliding down his cheek but it was nothing like the seething hot rage he felt whirling inside his veins.

"I'm going to kill you!" Jimin yelled with some toothpaste falling from his mouth and onto his bare chest. He charged towards Taehyung, who imminently dropped down to shield himself behind their kitchen island. His messy hair gave him away and by the time Jimin could see all of him, Taehyung was half way onto the tile floor, one hand on his stomach, trying to remain standing through his laughter. The phone is his tan fingers was carefully guarded, surprisingly not falling down in the floor with Taehyung.

"Like with a Machete and everything!!" Jimin continued, "I'm going to skin you alive and sauté you like a fish. Laugh while I watch your insides brown!! Then, I'm gonna walk up to the Google Maps CEOs and do the same thing to them!"

"We ran-" Taehyung heaved out, his eyes actually tearing in the edges from how hard he was laughing, "in circles. We ran - Jimin we're so dumb. The station-we literally ran in a circle."

"No. You're dumb." Jimin growled, chucking the hairbrush at Taehyung's head. The tan boy tried to dodge out of the way but the plastic handle still hit his shoulder with a loud thud. The impact only made Taehyung's smile wider as his legs gave way and now he was fully on the ground.

"Jimin," Taehyung starts up again, "the station is literally a five minute walk behind our apartment. In the-" Taehyung heaved, "opposite direction-"

"I had to kiss someone for directions, you dick!" Jimin cried out, feigning a kick aimed at Taehyung's side as the boy curled up on the floor in an A+ Yoga Fetus Position. "I had to put my precious lips on some stranger, risk getting mono and - and - I don't know, maybe hives?"

"What's the problem?" Taehyung asked, calming his laughs down a bit as the boy started to suck in air like it was Tom Holland's dick. He wiped the side of his eyes with his thumb, flashing his roommate the best coy look he could possibly muster. The two hadn't lived in this particular complex building very long and usually commuted to the bakery they worked at together by bus - so in that sense Jimin could sort of understand how they had gotten lost looking for the train station - but for it to be five minutes in the opposite direction? Hell no. Taehyung grinned, box smile on full display.

"I don't see why you're complaining. He was hot."

"Taehyung!"

"What? He was! So was his friend."

"You're hilarious," Jimin said as he rolled his eyes. He headed back to the bathroom to finish up getting ready for work, hoping he could cover the minty toothpaste smell coating his entire body. Jimin turned to the side and analyzed his chin and chest before narrowing his eyes. The toothpaste had gone everywhere: he looked like a raccoon with rabies.

Jimin could hear Taehyung making some dirty comeback in the distance to which Jimin closed the door to block him out. As he finished scrapping the toothpaste off his chin, neck, and chest, Jimin caught his reflection revealing a grin of his own staring back at him. He couldn't help it, with the door closed behind him, he burst out laughing too.

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Jimin put his phone into his pocket after taking one glance at the snap Taehyung had sent him. He loved his friend, really, he did. But Taehyung had to stop sending him snaps of every boy he found hot. Most of them were their Bakery customers too which Jimin was almost a hundred percent sure wasn't legal to take photos of. There was a snap of a black haired boy eating a cupcake like a burger, a blond boy with long hair that was balancing a plastic spoon on his nose while his friends laughed, or Jimin's personal favorite, a short red headed boy who was having a staring contest with the bakery's cat, Kookie.

Jimin made a mental note to buy Taehyung a 'hot boys doing yoga' calendar for his birthday. Maybe that would distract him from his illegal deeds and horny boy-ness.

Jimin glanced at the crumpled up piece of paper between his fingers, squinting at the strange squiggly lines and rectangles he had drawn while eating breakfast with Taehyung before the tan boy left to work an earlier shift. He recognized the area slightly, as much as you could recognize a city street, which meant he had to be heading somewhat in the right direction. Jimin frowned, this was usually the point where Jimin would start teasing Taehyung or vise versa. It was strange, them splitting shifts.

"Hey there beautiful, not even going to say hi?" A smooth, honey like voice cut through Jimin's headphones as he turned the corner. His hands almost dropped his randomly drawn directions. He froze, head very slowly rising up from its tilted position. Jimin's pale hand cautiously moved inch by inch to stuff his slip of paper back into the pocket of his jeans. He turned his head, only slightly, and the rays of the blinding sun hindering his vision for a moment before fading to outline a familiar silhouette.

Jimin bit the inside of his cheek as he removed his AirPods from his ears, the new BTS album fading was replaced with the sharp sounds of drills and banging metal, low laughter and hard voices yelling over one another to lift this or grab that. The smell of tar and sweat hit his nose, making Jimin wipe the moisture from his hands on the sides of his jean pants.

The brunette construction worker from the day before smiled over Jimin's way, lowering the large metal beam from his shoulder and at his side. The impact made the dirt go up in a cloud near Jimin's feet. A car engine roared down the street, driving past as the couple that had been walking down the sidewalk got into the taxi and disappeared. This left Jimin alone with the group construction workers. Under his breath, Jimin swore. How was it that out of every street he could have turned into, he had found his way onto this one?

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A/N
Look what I found in a thrift store. An old, vintage, historical thrift store in the middle of freaking no where:

- Violette