Both men sat in their rooms and constantly thought about the other. It was hard not to.

  Jimin kept thinking about Yoongi's milky skin and his perfect body with water droplets slowly falling down it, his dark and wet hair being stuck to his face as he stood there drying his chest off, and his long beautiful legs.

  Damn.

  And then there's Yoongi. All he could think about was the surprised boy standing in the doorway, his cheeks redder than ever and his perfect lips separated as he took in his view.

  Shit.

  They both couldn't get over each other.

  No matter how hard they tried, they wanted to avoid each other, but they just kept getting caught in the wrong times and ran into each other anyways. It's as if it's fate that occurs.

  Jimin bit his lip as he thought about Yoongi.

  Yoongi stared at his wall in confusion.

  They were both this way for almost a week. They didn't talk at dinner or breakfast, and they sometimes even ate in their rooms. Neither of them messaged each other unless it was absolutely necessary for their needs, and neither of them even knew what to say.

  It was driving them crazy.

  Everything drove them crazy ever since the night that Jimin was pulled in and cuddled up next to Yoongi as he pet him to sleep.

  It all made a difference.

  It all opened both of their eyes.

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