Yoongi hadn't expected anyone else to be awake at this time, let alone out. He had needed to clear his mind.

It was so cold out; he hadn't thought to bring a jacket. He shivered as he walked down the streets, away from home. His breath misted in the air. He pulled his beanie down to cover more of his ears.

Once all the static left his brain, clearing away all the clutter, Jimin came to the surface.

Jimin.

Yoongi had no idea where they stood. He knew he liked Jimin, liked him a lot, but.

You couldn't really trust Jimin when it came to affection. Showing affection was Jimin's thing. He hugged and smiled and made you feel like you were the only one that mattered. And he did it to everyone. For everyone.

Yoongi couldn't stand not being the only one, but that was just how things were. He couldn't possibly be so selfish as to take Park Jimin away from the world.

God, he was just too much, wasn't he?

It was like whenever he closed his eyes, Jimin was there, with his smiling face and whole-body laugh and high-pitched voice asking Yoongi if he'd gotten enough sleep ("Come on, hyung! Go to bed earlier tonight, yeah?"), or if he'd eaten that day ("Here, hyung, have mine, I packed too much anyways.") or how his exam went ("I bet you nailed it! You studied super hard, you're so dedicated!").

Yoongi sat down on the nearest bench. The metal was cold. He rested his face in his hands.

"Hyung?"

And for a moment, the voice was faint enough that Yoongi believed it was just in his head again.

"Hyung? Yoongi-hyung, is that you?" Nope, it was definitely Jimin. Yoongi looked up, and there he was, brighter than the streetlights illuminating his pretty face.

"Jiminie?"

Jimin smiled, and Yoongi swore the moon came out from behind a cloud right in that moment just to put Jimin in a spotlight. God knows he deserved it.

"What're you doing up?"

"I could ask you the same question, hyung." Jimin sat down on the bench next to Yoongi, who shivered. "Oh! You're only in a t-shirt! Hyung, what were you thinking, you could get sick, it's way too cold out here!"

He made to take off his hoodie. Yoongi stopped him. "No, Jimin-ah, I'm okay. Keep it on, you need to keep warm."

"No, no, no, it's alright! I have a sweater on underneath this!"

Yoongi doubted Jimin would let him refuse, because that's just who he was.

Besides, he really couldn't bring himself to complain, not when Jimin's hoodie was riddled with residual body heat and smelled like cherries and cotton candy and something different, something that just smelled nice and reminded Yoongi of dew resting on the grass in the morning.

Yoongi pulled the fabric tight around his body, and only a part of the reason was that he was cold.

He felt Jimin's eyes on him and turned to meet his stare. Jimin's (adorable) cheeks turned a little red, but he held the gaze.

Yoongi let out a long breath. He hadn't even realized the air had been trapped inside his lungs until now.

Jimin's smile was so damn soft, his lips curved upwards just a tiny bit. Like Yoongi was the only thing he could see right now. Like Yoongi was the only thing he wanted to see.

Stop that.

"Huh? Stop what?" And Yoongi wondered for a second whether Park Jimin was a mind reader before realizing he must have said it out loud.

"Oh, um. It's nothing, ignore that. Forget I said anything."

Jimin frowned. "What was I doing?"

How the hell was Yoongi supposed to explain this?

"It's just ... it's stupid, Jiminie, don't worry about it."

Jimin pouted, and Yoongi sighed. He really should have expected it. Jimin was exploiting his one weakness. (Yes, one. He was only startled by that spider.)

"Please?"

"It's kind of ... hard to explain? Like. I know it's stupid, but you just. Smile at everyone."

Jimin gestured for him to continue.

"And. It just makes me feel like I'm the only one in your vision."

"You are."

"So is everyone else."

"But I don't get it. How is that a bad thing?"

"You do it to everyone, Jiminie. And even though I know I'm not particularly special to you, it's a—"

"Woah, woah, woah, hold up hyung. Who said you weren't particularly special to me? You're the most special."

Yoongi scoffed.

"No, I mean it, Yoongi-hyung!" Jimin insisted, and Yoongi swore his voice rose an octave. "You are! You're always there for me, whether it's when I've tired myself out too much and need to sleep or whether my brain's on overdrive and I need someone to text at midnight!"

"I thought you only did that 'cause you knew I'd be awake," Yoongi pointed out.

"I mean, it was that at first, but then I started to really love the way you speak and the way you carry yourself and the way you pretend not to care for your friends but you really care the most. I love the way your hair looks when you've just climbed out of bed to let me into your apartment and you try to act like you didn't just wake up. I love the way you literally always smell like coffee and I love the way you smile, when you don't try to just keep it a smirk, but when it gets all gummy and adorable.

"Min Yoongi," he said, getting down on his knees and holding both of his hands. Yoongi didn't know what to be more flustered about: this or all the compliments. Either way, his face and neck were flushed red and he wasn't too sure he didn't like it. "You are specialer to me than anyone."

"Specialer?"

"Specialer."