Standing in front of the mirror, he held up a shirt to his chest. He ran a shaky hand through his soft hair, and tried to imagine himself meeting Namjoon for real.

Jin turned the shirt this way and that, and made the final decision.

He threw it onto the floor in frustration, and picked up the next shirt. It was light pink, and it went well with the color of his hair. It was his favorite color, not to mention.

But would Namjoon like it? What if it made him seem girly? Would Namjoon hate him?

He dropped the shirt on the floor, and gripped his hair, looking down at the shirt. The thoughts of looking perfect for Namjoon invaded his mind, and wouldn't leave.

Normally he was quite proud of the way he looked, but after getting to know Joonie he wasn't so confident in himself anymore. That man was so much more beautiful than him.

No matter how many times Namjoon told him he loved him and that he was cute, it only built up the nervousness that he wouldn't like him in real life.

He let go of his hair and bent down to pick up the shirt. He put it on, and looked at the mirror. He turned himself backwards and sideways, making sure it didn't show too much of his figure.

He cupped his cheeks, and slapped them softly. He needed to get a grip.

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Namjoon stepped out of the apartment building, fidgeting with his scarf. It was snowing lightly outside, and he was enjoying the beautiful landscape that was slowly being covered in pure white.

He looked up at his apartment room and jumped when he heard a crash from the neighboring apartment next to his. He clutched his heart, still recovering from the scare of the loud noise.

He shook his head slightly, and continued staring up at the window in curiosity.

He heard a low voice boom from the room, "MOTHER OF GOD!"

He chuckled at his neighbor, who was now running out onto the balcony. He saw a man with black hair and pale skin look around until his sleep deprived eyes reached Namjoon.

Being the smart man he was, he had figured out the situation already. Seeing as the man was in pajamas and his hair was a mess, he asserted that the man was sleeping and fell off of the bed.

The man glared at Namjoon, even though he had done nothing. "You heard nothing, and you saw nothing, got it?"

Namjoon held a hand to his mouth, trying to cover his laugh.

"The name's Min Yoongi. Don't forget it."