Today was the day that Kim Seokjin was coming over to Jimin's house to meet him. Jimin had cleaned his house as much as possible, just to be extra careful and tidy for his visitor. He didn't want Seokjin to feel unwelcome or think that Jimin was some mess of a person, despite how many plastic bottles and Ritz cracker wrappers he disposed of. Don't even mention the gummy bear packets he had next to his desk.

Jimin works hard, eats and chews on snacks instead of full meals, and he works more, but always makes sure to run on the treadmill for at least thirty minutes in the evening before he takes a shower and goes to sleep. That's pretty much how Park Jimin lives.

He barely does.

He doesn't go out to places like he used to. He works by uploading lessons, sometimes goes live on YouTube for sessions, and after class is over he writes some in his novel. Life isn't awful. Jimin is just lonely.

So the fact that Mr. Kim was on his way to his place was driving him insane. The last time anyone came to his house he wasn't this paranoid of every little particle of dust. But this is his favorite writer, and if Seokjin doesn't like the fruity smell of his candles, then Jimin doesn't know how to handle it.

Ten minutes after Jimin had started clumsily setting up his video equipment, he got a knock on his door. Dear, help his soul. The poor boy tripped over his own foot and caught himself on his desk chair, but he stubbed his little toe right onto the wheel of it. He squeezed hard onto the armrest of the chair and cursed to himself as he lifted his foot.

"Coming!" He bit his lip hard, trying not to sound bitter to the stranger.

He inhaled and then exhaled to calm his racing heart before he left his computer room and went to the front door, excited to see the man behind some of his favorite books.

But then he opened the door. He opened the door and there stood the most beautiful human he had ever laid eyes on, and all he could see was his flawlessly sculpted side profile. And when he turned to look at Jimin, he nearly fell to his knees at the sight of him.

"Park Jimin?" Seokjin bowed his head, then held his hand out with a soft smile, eyes brightening as he looked into Jimin's. "I'm Kim Seokjin. I'm sure you know that already."

Jimin nodded his head. "Mr- Mr. Kim. Yes." He quickly raised his hand to Seokjin's, their hands joining. Seokjin's hand was big compared to Jimin's, but Jimin was too busy burning like a fire to even note that.

"Please," Seokjin shook his hand firmly, "call me Seokjin or Jin. Either one is fine." He said. All Jimin could do was nod again as the beautiful author with the dark brown hair, soft brown eyes, soft skin yet firm touch, big lips, a stern look on his face— God, he's fine.

  And he had a long black coat on, a light brown sweater under it and black pants and dress shoes that were shiny like new. He looks so professional and so well dressed. To Jimin, he looks like the perfect man.

"U-Um.." Jimin took his hand away, not noticing that he was still holding onto Seokjin. "Come in. Please. I have tea or coffee, whichever you prefer." He opened his door wide enough for Seokjin to step in, head falling back a little bit as he took in the fruity scent that Jimin loved. "Or I have water if you don't like either. Or milk. And fruit drinks."

Seokjin turned to him with a smile still on his face as Jimin closed the door behind them. "Tea will be fine, really." He said.

Jimin nodded. "Right. I'll get that."

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