*Bell POV*

“Are you sure you tried everything?” I leant back in my chair with a frustrated sigh.

“Yes. He just simply doesn't want to leave his room. He's not doing his laundry, he rarely showers, his hair is a mess which is really upsetting because it's not soft anymore to pat.” Jiyeon crossed her arms and pouted.

“Well mum and dad are gonna be back soon and when they see Jimin like this they are gonna come for my head.” I placed my hands on the table and closed my eyes.

I should've called mum. Or done something more. We just can't pull Jimin out of this dark time.

A loud noise made me open my eyes and I saw Taehyung had accidentally banged his head on the fridge while trying to get food.

“Tae why do you always come to our fridge? We don't even have that much food. Yoongi is such a girl that he only eats salads and protein shit.” I rolled my eyes as the now blue-haired man took the food he acquired and walked to the table.

“It's not only your fridge, he's completely emptied mine.” Jin walked in and stepped beside Jiyeon with a warm smile.

“Mine too.” Hoseok also came in and sat next to me.

“I just don't know what to do..." I sighed heavily and groaned. "He didn't even eat the ramen I made for him this morning. What kind of gay man refuses hot, long noodles?” I turned to Hoseok with a whiny face.

“Don't look at me, I don't know Jimin or Jungkook and I certainly don't know how to help with this situation. I'm more of a gentle guy.” He stood up and walked behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

“You need to be soft with a girl, make them feel safe and show them you're trustworthy. Then you take them right when they're least expecting it.” He slowly massaged my shoulders and my eyebrows furrowed in shock and confusion.

“Hoseok, your straight is showing.” I looked up at him and he laughed.

“Oh my bad, I must've gotten out of my beauty chair on the wrong side today.” He flipped his imaginary hair and batted his eyelashes at me.

I snorted and his funny antics made me smile for a second. But then I remembered Jimin and my face fell serious.

“If only there was someone to give him purpose. Jiminie is extremely caring and if we could just find someone soft and cute that needs to be looked after, you know someone docile, child-like, maybe that eats a lot…and is….cute….” My eyes fell on Taehyung whose face was covered in chocolate chip cookie crumbs as he kept stuffing more cookies in his mouth.

“You. Jimin needs you. Come with me, cookie monster.” I stood up and so did Taehyung still holding the cookie container.

“See you later, sis.” I kissed Jiyeon on the cheek and punched Jin in the ribs because he was watching us with a smirk.

He laughed in pain and I just kept walking out the apartment with Taehyung following. Soon we were in the car and I buckled Taehyung in then started to drive home.

He kept eating as we drove and I looked over to him.

“So like…how has no-one kidnapped you by now?” I glanced at him and he smiled widely.

“Why would anyone kidnap me, Noona?” He turned to me with a clueless face and I stumbled on my words trying to figure out what to say.

“Oh no reason.” I focused on the road and the car went silent except for the occasional crunch of cookie and crumbs hitting the leather seats.

“So with Jimin…he’s been through a rough ordeal with a man. Just be your usual soft self okay? He needs this.” I turned to him and he nodded rapidly with a wide smile.

What the fuck…w..why is he so cute….

“Anyway we're here so watch yourself.” I unbuckled him then got out the car and straightened up. Stay loyal to Yoongi, you sex-craved freak.

I pulled out the house keys and walked up with Taehyung following silently. We went in and I took off my shoes and jacket as Taehyung watched and then did the exact same.

“Okay just, don't touch anything in my room. You and I both don't know where that stuff has been. Also I appreciate you agreeing to do this.” I placed my hand on his shoulder and he leaned forward towards my face with furrowed eyebrows.

I gulped and averted my eyes nervously. “U..Um…”

“I smell chicken soup.” He lifted his head and started sniffing the air.

“The fuck--I mean, yes we do have that….in the fridge--How do you know that!? You know what? It doesn't matter. You can have some later, just follow me.” I coughed to clear my throat then started pulling him along to Jimin's room.

I hope this works.

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*Jimin POV*

“Jiminie…..I'm coming in.” The door opened and Bell peaked in.

I turned to her and watched as she walked in and opened the door fully. My eyes immediately fell on the man behind her with a head of shocking blue hair.

“Jimin, this is Taehyung.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room. My eyes widened when he followed her as if he was a pet or something.

“What does he want?” I turned to Bell and she looked around and laughed nervously.

“Well um….me and Yoongi…. Uh…adopted him. Yes! We adopted him and we need you to babysit.” She pet his head and he immediately smiled.

What a beautiful smile.

For some reason I felt warm seeing him smile. He was like a little child. So much innocence.

“I…I don't know….if I can do that.” I straightened my shirt and ran my hand through my hair to bring some semblance to it. What was this feeling? I don't know what it is but it's different.

“Oh you'll be fine. I'm gonna head out, me and Yoongi have like a date slash fuck sesh tonight so you two have fun.” Bell winked at me and nodded to him before quickly leaving the room.

We stayed in our spots staring at each other. He was looking at me as if I was some long-lost parent.

“So….you want some food?” As soon as I said the word ‘food’ his face brightened up in excitement and he nodded his head rapidly up and down.

“Okay. Come with me.” I stood up and slowly walked out the room. He was much taller than me but still followed  quietly.

As we entered the kitchen he ran to the serving counter and sat down with a huge grin on his face.

“So we have um meat....boiled beef, chicken soup, dessert, kimchi. What do you want?” I turned to him and he pointed to the big glass jar of red kimchi.

Does he not know how to talk? Can he even talk??

I took it out and started heating it on the cooker in a pot for him.  Glancing back I saw him rest his head in his hands as he watched me. The smell of the spicy, hot cabbage made my stomach rumble and I realized I hadn't eaten at all today. Maybe I should eat some too.

I heated up extra and put it in two bowls. Making sure his had extra. I carried it to the counter and gave him his.

“Thank you Jimin hyung.” He raised his eyebrows as he grabbed the fork and I froze at his deep, throaty voice. W…what is he…

“You're welcome….Taehyung….” I raised an eyebrow hoping I had gotten his name right but he just smiled while stuffing kimchi into his mouth.

It was……going everywhere.

Kimchi on his lips, his chin, falling on his shirt. He really didn't even care or notice.

“Uhm, you gotta a little…on your…..” I pointed to my mouth then to him. He tilted his head in confusion.

“There's some sauce on your face.” I sighed heavily and went to grab some paper towels. When I turned back he was trying to wipe it off but just smudging it in even more.

“Okay…..let me get it.” I walked to him and started wiping the sauce off his face. He sat there with a pout as I cleaned his kimchi mess up.

Where did he come from? Why does he barely talk? Why do I feel all weird and fuzzy around him?

“Jimin…” He looked up at me and his eyes changed slightly as he grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer to him.

“Can't you use your mouth instead?”