Third Person's Point of View.

Another day for Jimin to spend. He stretched his entire body after he made his bed. He soon left his room with his phone in his right hand.

He gets downstairs and goes straight to the bathroom to do what he has to do.

Minutes had past and he finally got out of the bathroom. He goes to the kitchen and walks towards where the fridge is located. "Cook breakfast." he reads at the sticky note.

He opened the lower part of the fridge and saw nothing but two pitchers of water. He furrowed his forehead and pouted.

"Seriously?" he said out loud his thought.

He closes it and proceeds to open the freezer and he wasn't shock to see that there is nothing inside aside from the jar of kimchi.

"Why in the world is the kimchi here?" He grabs it and stares at it.

And suddenly, an idea came to his mind. "I think I'll just go make myself a kimchi rice." He smiled to his own idea.

He finally closes the freezer and puts the jar of kimchi on the counter. Before he even turns the gas stove on, a knock on the door is suddenly heard.

Jimin glances on his shoulder and exits the kitchen. Who might could it be? He thought to himself.

He walks over to the door and opens it, only to reveal a certain tall guy with a boxy smile written on his face.

"Hi, Jiminnie!" Taehyung greets in excitement.

The older smiles and lets the younger comes in his apartment. He closes the door behind and guides Taehyung to the sofa and they both sat on it.

"So, why are you here?" Jimin asked, creasing his forehead but then proceeds to smile.

Jimin likes the idea of having someone companying him in his apartment because he's been alone here ever since he moved in. Although he goes out with his friends sometimes.

"Nothing, just want to see you." Taehyung replies, still smiling.

"You want to see me?" Jimin swears, he saw Taehyung blushed.

"Y-yes." the younger shyly nods.

Jimin chuckles and suddenly, he remembered something. "Oh, shit, Taehyung, I was supposed to be cooking breakfast right now. Stay here!" He ran towards the kitchen and Taehyung only laughed.

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"So, Jiminnie, your birthday is coming, what do you expect to get for your special day?" Taehyung asks as Jimin eats his breakfast, which is only kimchi rice, sitting across him.

"I don't expect anything, really. And my birthday isn't special at all, for me, it's just a normal day." he chuckles and drinks his water.

"Really? Every birthday is a special day for someone!" the younger says, watching the older puts his glass back on the table.

"You know what a birthday is? It's just a day closer to your death. The more your age is increasing, the more you're getting closer to your death. Nothing special at all." he puts his spoon with kimchi rice in his mouth.

"Wow!" Taehyung sarcastically said, putting both of his hands on the table. "You're the only person I know who's not enthusiastic about their birthday."

"Uh, huh," the older nods in agreement.

"See? Well, I shouldn't have asked about what do you want for your birthday, but at least I know now that I won't be surprised if ever you'll reject my gift. But seriously, Jimin, you're so pessimistic about celebrating a birthday. But what I'm saying is birthday is special." the younger is rambling now, flapping his hands around, that the older can't help but to giggle.

He's so cute.

Ah, wait, what am I thinking?

"Taehyung, stop! Even if I think that my birthday isn't special, if someone gives me gift, I'd still accept it because I appreciate their efforts into buying something for me." Jimin finishes his breakfast and slid his plate to the side, along with the spoon and fork.

Taehyung pouts and sighs, "Sorry! You know what, this bickering is so nonsense."

Jimin laughs, "You're right." He stood up from his seat and grabbed his plate, "You wait for me at the sofa, I'll just go wash the dishes and then take a bath, okay?"

The younger male nods, "Okay!"

Taehyung walks over to the sofa and take a seat on it. He checks and grabs his phone from the pocket of his shorts. He received a text from his mother.

Eommeoni ♡:

hey, son, how are you doing?
just texted you to say I miss you so much!
I'll visit you tomorrow to check on you <3

He smiled upon reading her text. He surely misses his mom as well. It's been months since her last visit in his apartment.

Wait, if his mom will visit him tomorrow, so that means he wouldn't be able to visit Jimin tomorrow? He pouts at the thought.

You:

I'm okay, Mom, don't worry about me.
I miss you too <3

After he pressed the 'send' button, he locked his phone and put it back in his pocket. He glanced over to the remote control of Jimin's flat screen television.

"Jimin, may I turn on the TV?" he yelled, loud enough for the older male to hear from the kitchen.

"Sure!"

On the other side of the story, Yoongi seems to be listening to music, banging his head a little, headphone on his ears, sitting on a mini chair in front of his house.

As he lipsync to the song, he saw someone running towards him. He stops as the guy stopped in front of him who's saying something that he couldn't hear due to the maximum volume of his music. God, is he already deaf?

He paused the music from his phone and took off his headphone and looked confusedly at the guy, "What are you saying? Sorry, I couldn't hear you." he then pointed at his headphone.

"I said someone is chasing me and I need some place to hide in." Yoongi gave him an even more confused look.

"Why is someone chasing you?"

"Please, just let me in while they haven't find me." the guy begs and Yoongi sighs.

He got startled when the guy suddenly ran over to his house and get inside.

"Hey, you intruder!" Yoongi stood up from his seat and brought his mini chair as he entered his house.

He rolled his eyes when he saw the guy is sitting on his sofa comfortably. Wow, the audacity!

"And what do you think you're doing?" he scolds the guy and put down his mini chair on the floor. "Did you know that you're trespassing?"

"Well, I literally told you to let me in." the guy casually said.

Yoongi puts his hand on his chest like he's offended, "Did I let you in?"

"Please, kind sir, like what I said, I'm being chased." The guy even put his left leg on top of his right leg, sitting in a more comfortable manner as if it's his own house.

The owner of the house sighed and closed the door then sat next to the intruder. "First off, tell me your name and why are you being chased?"

"The name's Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. Someone arrested me for murdering someone but—"

"What?" Yoongi said in shock, almost a yell, "You're a murderer? Oh my God! I can't believe I let a murderer in my house."

"No, no!" Hoseok flapped his hand, "I was just accused of something I didn't do. I'm not a murderer, I swear."

Yoongi seems to calmed down and sighed. "Then why are you running if you didn't do anything?"

"Wouldn't you run too if you're accused of something you didn't do?" Yoongi didn't answered. He has a point. Hoseok titled his head to the side, "See? I need to find who's the real murderer."

"So, are you wanted dead or alive?" Yoongi asked curiously.

"No!" Hoseok exclaimed, "What am I, some sort of tier three criminal to be wanted dead or alive? As long as they believe that I was the murderer, I'm wanted. Which is not supposed to be like that because I didn't really do anything."

Yoongi closed his eyes for a few seconds before sighing then he looked at the guy beside him worriedly, "Are you staying here?"

Hoseok shyly nodded, "If you let me stay here. But please, just let me stay for a bit while I'm trying to find the real murderer."

"Who's the real murderer? And how would you find him?" Yoongi can't help but to keep sighing. He can't believe that he let a stranger in his house.

"I don't know." Hoseok shrugs his shoulder. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Yoongi. Min Yoongi."

"Yoongi." Hoseok repeated like it's a word that he haven't heard of. "Nice to meet you, Yoongi-ssi! And thank you so much!"

"How old are you?" Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Twenty-six."

"Call me Hyung." Yoongi smiled.

"Hyung." the younger smiled widely, "Okay, Hyung!"
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A/N

by the way, I'll be using the third person narration more than first person because I'm more comfortable with it when the language is English. however, I'd still use first person occasionally.

but tell me which one do you like more, in third person or in first person? xD