A blindfold covers his eyes as he stands there on the side of a busy street. To make up for his temporary loss of vision, his other senses had heightened, picking up on the sounds around him. The horns from vehicles, the footsteps approaching, then fading. The chatter and the hustle-bustle of a busy monday evening.

In the few minutes he has been there, he has spent them plotting ways to murder his dearest soulmate and get away with it.

Why?

Because of a stupid, stupid bet.

A bet that Jimin lost which resulted in him standing with a sign that read "FREE HUGS."

What a great way to look like a complete maniac!

Jimin's kinda thankful for the blindfold though, not at all eager to see the judgemental expressions of passerbys.

An hour.

He has to bear this for just an hour.

Then he can track Taehyung down and kick his balls-

A slight shuffle catches Jimin's attention. He hears footsteps approach him, then stop. There's no sound after that. Just the usual crowd passing by. He hears the shuffle again, a little closer and it dies off again.

Almost as if whoever is approaching him is hesitant. Jimin has the urge to take off his blindfold but he suppresses it. A second later, there's a soft voice that reaches his ears.

"May I please have a hug?"

Timid. Shaky, even.

"Sure," Jimin replied and felt the banner slip out of his hands before arms were wrapped around him.

The man rested his chin on Jimin's shoulder just as the other brought his hands up to rest them on his back. When a small sniffle reached Jimin's ear, he immediately felt concerned.

"Are you okay?"

A pause.

"Bad day," whispered the man.

It sounded so broken that Jimin couldn't help but tighten his hold on the other.

"Do you want to talk to me about it?"

"I... I don't know... how to. I'm just o-overwhelmed by everything."

"Okay, that's okay. I've got you," Jimin soothed, "you don't have to suppress your tears. If you need to cry, I'm here to provide you with my shoulder."

The man clutched his shirt tighter.

A sniffle.

"May I know your name?"

"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook."

"Jungkook. You've got a lovely name."

"What's yours?"

"Jimin. Park Jimin."

"Thank you, Jimin. I just really needed a hug after everything that's been going on... I really needed this...to bring me away from the edge I guess. Just some form of -" the other trailed off into soft sobs.

Jimin froze as he took in the man's words and his grip unconsciously tightened on the male. Jimin slid the blindfold off his eyes and blinked a couple of times to adjust his vision to the brightness.

He pulled away from the hug but allowed his hands to rest on the other's shoulders. His eyes met tear-filled ones.

God, Jungkook was beautiful.

Jimin shook his head.

Clearly not the time to admire his beauty.

"Jungkookie, you're so young. You have so much of a life ahead of you. You have so much to live for."

Jungkook's lower lip wobbled and Jimin reached his thumbs up to wipe away his tears.

"I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. For whatever happened that made you feel like you were standing on the edge. I'm so proud of you for coming up to me. That was brave of you."

Jimin tugged the taller male into a hug and rubbed his back soothingly. They stayed that way for a while till . . .

"How about we sit at a cafe and talk over coffee, hm?"

"Is that your way of asking me out on a date?" asked the younger, tear-stained cheeks lifting as he gave the other a cheeky smile.

Jimin blushed.

"Maybe," Jimin replied, shyly.

"Then, sure. I'd love to," said Jungkook, cheeks slightly pink. Whether from his crying or just blushing over the fact that Jimin agreed it was a date, he wasn't sure.

Jimin chuckled, the bet and his plots for murdering Taehyung long forgotten.

The end!

This was shit, Ik. I'm sorry. My brain isn't functioning properly. 😭