"You and my life was like this
We gotta dance in the rain, dance in the pain
Even though we crash down
We gon' dance in the plane." - Moonchild by RM, 2018

It was early afternoon when JImin woke up. The smell of pancakes, eggs, and toasted bread filled the space and seemed to bring Jimin's min out of limbo.

Jimin rubbed his eyes, confused as to where he was. Last night was a big blur and he could barely recall any of it. He had on someone else's clothes and was in someone else's bed...

Jimin practically shot out of the bed but was instantly brought back to his knees by the hangover he had. Speaking of hangover...

Jimin was scrambling over to the trashcan to puke. He was never EVER going out and drinking without supervision again. Jimin held his temples, groaning in both annoyance an exhaustion.

"Are you ok?"

Jimin felt a little calmer, staring up at the person.

"K-Kim Namjoon?!" Jimin yelled weakly before turning back to the trashcan and retching. He placed a comforting hand on his back and rubbed, helping Jimin be more soothed than he was before.

After Jimin's tummy finally settled, Namjoon carried Jimin back to bed, "Why-Why are you here? How did I get here?"

"I saw you drinking your heart out last night. You were stumbling around an was about to fall when I grabbed you and started to calm you down. You threw up a couple times but that was ok," Namjoon said sitting on the end of the bed. "I had a feeling you were going through something since you left Bighit. We used to talk all the time, I wonder what happened..."

Jimin looked down, "I guess I just became distant? Working with others on tracks... And then something came up and I knew it would hurt me more than help me if I were to stay there. So I left Bighit and moved to FNC. Hopefully, nothing happens there..."

Namjoon nodded, not wanting to press the younger any farther than he already had been. You barely ever saw Jimin drinking unless it was at a company function or an Idol event. Even then, he sometimes didn't drink. Namjoon would know, he had been to enough of those functions to have observed employee behavior from a distance.

Jimin sighed, "So you took me to your place? And..."

Namjoon shook his head, we didn't do anything dirty. I swear on my credibility as a fellow artist," Namjoon said, raising his left hand in defense. "I gave you a bath and some fresh clothes because you had thrown up on the way out the bar. That's all, I swear."

Jimin vaguely remembered that night, but he did recall feeling calm, feeling cared for and welcome.

"I used my scent to calm you. Seeing as you're an Omega,  and a drunk one at the time, my scent can affect you as it can with a mate. Seeing as I was trying to get you somewhere safe, I guess your body instinctively trusted me."

Jimin nodded, "Well, thank you for everything you did for me, Namjoon," Jimin took a sudden whiff of the air, "Oh god what's that awful smell?!"

Namjoon smelt as well before hightailing it out the room, "Fuck, Fuck-"

Namjoon poured water all over his burning pan and his now burnt pancakes.

He turned back to Jimin, whom of which had followed him out into the hallway.

"Do you just want to go out to eat?" Namjoon asked, throwing out the burnt food.

Jimin nodded, "Yeah, but can I use your bathroom? I feel kinda gross with the hangover taste in my mouth..."

Namjoon nodded, "Second door to the right. Or you can use the one in the guest room which is the third door to the left. Either way, it's up to you!"

Jimin took off Namjoon's clothes, turning on the hot shower water and absolutely melting at the contact. The water pressure was just right and he had the water on just the right amount of warm.

He couldn't help but wonder... Why did Namjoon take him in? And of all places he could have possibly been, why was he at the bar?

Jimin shook his head, he had heard stories of Namjoon being wholesome and kind for no reason other than to be. And since they have bonded in the past, maybe Namjoon felt that he was obligated to?

Jimin grabbed a rag and squeezed some soap onto it, a small, "Oooh..." noise coming from his rounded lips.

His soap smelt like mangoes and pineapples... And while he couldn't stand mangoes he loved a good pineapple every now and then.

Jimin began to wash up. He didn't know why he was having another shower when he had practically had one barely 12 hours ago. He stepped out the shower, peeking his head into the hallway, "Do you have any spare toothbrushes?"

"In the wooden cabinet! I have plenty to chose from!"

Jimin picked out a purple toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, getting rid of the awful taste left in his mouth from earlier that morning. God, he swore he was never going to go out drinking in a wrecked state of mind ever again.

Jimin put his toothbrush in some paper towel and in a drawer. He didn't want to throw it out after just one use...

Jimin opened the door and saw some folded clothes sitting near the door and a little note sitting on top.

'I washed your underwear last night! Sorry if that's a bit perverted but I knew mine wasn't going to fit you very well...'

He was right about that. Namjoon had longer legs and was bigger than him. The clothes were oversized as hell, but it was Jimin's favorite type of clothing so he didn't mind not one bit.

Ankle socks, black jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt. Namjoon knew his casual wear tastes well. These were the types of clothes he would wear to a dance or vocal practice, a recording, or just a simple outing with some idols.

Namjoon was sitting on the couch with a book in hand, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. The world around him completely zoned out as he flipped to the next page.

From what Jimin could remember when Namjoon wasn't with his laptop or a notepad or shut up in his studio working on a project, he was seen around the building with a book and a glass of maybe water or juice in his hand. Sometimes when Jimin was late to a recording session or when they finished early, Namjoon pulled out a book to read while they waited for the next person to enter the studio.

"What'cha reading?" Jimin asked, pulling on the shoes Namjoon had ever so generously left by the door.

Namjoon jumped, shutting the book in surprise, "A-A friend recommended it to me." He put the book down and got up, zipping his jacket. He picked up the keys and held the door open for Jimin as they made their way to the lift.

They went down to the private parking complex and rode out without any issue.

After a little bit of driving, they arrive at a cafe. It was relatively busy, but hopefully not busy to the point to where the would be recognized.

Jimin sat across from Namjoon, "Wait, are you paying? I think I left my wallet at the bar..."

Namjoon nodded, eyes carefully scanning the menu, "Your wallet was on the nightstand. No matter how drunk you were, that wallet stayed put."

Jimin almost scoffed but returned to the menu, his eyebrow raised at the number of choices they had for breakfast.

"I think I'll have the 

Cinnamon Roll French Toast... That sounded absolutely scrumptious.

Jimin settled on that and a mug of hot chocolate to start off his day.

"I think I'll just have a basic eggs and bacon meal. You can get whatever you want, Minnie. It's on me."

Jimin visibly grimaced at the use of the almost affectionate nickname. He hoped Namjoon didn't notice the fae he had made.

"If you don't mind me asking, I thought you would have Yoongi by your side. I tried calling him and everything but he wasn't picking up..."

A scowl spread across Jimin's face at the mention of Yoongi, 'Probably too busy banging Hoseok...' he thought bitterly, his frown only deepening as he thought on the subject more and more.

"I suggest I shouldn't bring him up again... Is that why you left Bighit? Because of him?"

Jimin had lost control over his face, so he only whispered the words, "I don't want to talk about it," in hopes of discouraging Namjoon.

Namjoon reached across the table after an uncomfortable amount of silence and their menus were taken by the kind waiter, "Jimin, you were drinking like there was no tomorrow. As a coworker and acquaintance, will you please tell me?"

Jimin sighed, he trusted Namjoon too much. What if he was just a rat for all the popular K-Pop news sites-

"It all started before I even became an Idol. Yoongi and I had been friends for a while and we just so happened to be applying for positions at the same company. We even had dorms together! We convince the company by saying that it was cheaper, but in reality, we were just looking for a good excuse to be together..."

Namjoon rose a brow, "In a friendly way or-?"

"In the other way... Even if I'm an Omega and he's an Alpha, we really did believe we could do it, that we could make it work. Usually, this wouldn't end well, but since I'm on heat suppressants an I had somewhere else to go when Yoongi went into a rut, it all worked out."

Jimin nodded as he tried to convince himself that this was an ok arrangement. They had both consented to never have sex during a heat or a rut. Other than that, sex was fair game.

"Around the time I got my first daesang and started racking up more popularity, this is when our relationship started showing cracks..." Jimin sighed, remembering their first real fight. "Hoseok had joined the company around this time and soon debuted as an idol one year later. Yoongi seemed to spend lots of time with Hoseok, more than he would in his studio or with me."

Hoseok smelt like mangoes... He fucking hated mangoes but he tolerated it just for the sake of their friendship. Hoseok smelt sweet, way too sweet but Jimin couldn't complain. His cent fit his bright, sunny, personality. No wonder Yoongi was drawn to him...

"I remember I went into my heat the day Hoseok was having comebacks. I really wanted to believe Yoongi had some good reason that he was out disappearing for no reason... He just up and left without any words and it hurts a lot! He would just disappear for days and days and then when he would come back, he was practically bringing Hoseok into the house with him! He smelled like him, his own scent was buried underneath his! He smelled like SEX and HEAT!" Jimin hissed, his fists tightening around his mug of hot chocolate. "He left me! He let almost 14 years of our lives just..."

Jimin held his head in his hands, trying not to sob. Namjoon wasn't even saying anything! Was he listening? Was he judging him in his head? What was he thinking?

Jimin shook, "I really thought that he was going to be the one, Namjoon... But he went behind my back and he-he cheated on me with a trainee that he had only known for one year!"

Fuck, he was crying in a busy, public setting where anyone could see or hear him. He was just airing out all his issues for the world to hear. 

But time moved on, waiters and waitresses going around taking orders and bringing food, customers having chats, couples on breakfast dates...

Their food had come and Jimin had never noticed, "I-Can you ask for a to-go box, please? I need one..."

After haphazardly putting his toast, eggs, and bacon into boxes and the boxes into bags, he dashed as Namjoon began trying to speak to him.

He couldn't face him after shutting own like that... How could he do that to him?

Namjoon had no business getting in the middle of the mess that was his former love life. That was something for him to deal with on his own whether it hurt him or not.

"Smiling in endless pain, you know
The moment you said freedom, there is no freedom you know do you know

With your falling eyes, look at the night sky again

I'll show you, your window, your time." - Moonchild by RM, 2018