Jimin's POV

*A Few Days Later*

"Hm hm hm~" The bright orange haired freshman hummed happily as he neatly folds his clothes into a suitcase and making sure to not forget his babies (jewellery), makeup tools and other important things you wouldn't want to know hidden inside the birch drawer next to his bed.

Today is Saturday and it is a good day since he is finally moving out but you see, the problem is that Jimin isn't that kind of person who gets everything sorted the day before but he is exactly the type to do things on the day or even worse, during the minimum total of one hour he has.

Yes, he is like that even if it means letting the fuss takes over his usual lazy Saturday morning of what he should bring with him or more specifically, how could he fit every single item he never knew he needed until this moment inside his suffocating bag.

But it was worth the headache since after Jimin has rung his boyfriend the second after he hung up with his mother and told him the big news, both of them were equally as excited and seeing Yoongi freaking out for the rest of the week has to be the cutest thing he has ever witnessed yet.

"What's this?" Squinting his eyes a little, Jimin murmured to himself once he sweeps through the empty hangers of his now vacant closet just to notice a dusty shoebox that seemed like it hasn't been opened in years.

Tilting his head to the right like a curious cat, Jimin takes the shoebox into his hand and carefully placed it down next to the loaded suitcase on his bed which he managed to shut the zip before opening it with the feeling of inquisitiveness.

"Wait...this is the shoes I wore!" A surprised gasp bubbling out of his throat, Jimin stares in disbelief when the box's lid slides open easily to reveal his mother's pair of red high heels that he immediately recognises without needing to take a second look.

It was the same pair he stolen that lanterns festival night to make himself feel better about not falling correctly in Yoonie's category of liking girls although looking back now, it is quite childish of him to confidently assume the boy's gender when the elder has taken an interest in him all along.

However as Jimin's eyes lingered on the shoe box, his observation skill did not let him down twice when he detected something in particular which would certainly blow his mind away even more.

"Yoonie..."

Between the tip of Jimin's thumb and index, there was a torn in half polaroid which has an identical background to the incomplete picture he saw before but unlike the other that show the boy's tightly pressed lips, this one captured a pair of lost eyes that manifest nothing in them but thousands of words that even a catching a glimpse could tell you everything.

Bursting out into loud incredulous chuckles, Jimin shooked his head rapidly at how things have ridiculously turned out with a glad smile on his relieved face. "So you were here all this time."

After all this time, the boy with half a face that Jimin consistently dreams of happens to be hiding inside his closet; listening to his soft cries and endless begging in the middle of the night but couldn't afford to answer his desperate call or shows his existence.

But none of it mattered anymore, he has finally found Min Yoongi, his Yoonie.

*Ding Dong*

"Oh, he's here!" Snapping out of his thoughts, Jimin quickly shoved one last piece of garment into his second suitcase and zip it close before rushing downstairs to excitedly open the front door to the house he will no longer live in.

Without taking a proper look at his boyfriend's face, Jimin instantly flung himself into the elder's warm arms and nuzzled his head against Yoongi's comfortable chest that was layered by a black thin turtle neck.

"Can you believe this is really happening?" Jimin says in a dreamy voice as he slowly gazes up with excitement to meet his boyfriend's eyes but to his surprise, Yoongi wasn't even sparing him a glance or bothered to even make eye contact.

"Where is your stuff?" The minty haired senior monotonously asked while staring ahead into the house like an emotionless statue.

"Upstair but Yooni-"

Before Jimin could even think of finishing his sentence, Yoongi rudely scoffed and pushes the latter off by his smaller shoulders before making his way inside with a stern look sprained across his face.

Meanwhile, the orange-haired freshman furrowed his eyebrows together in total confusion but couldn't stop the worrisome thoughts from entering his head because of how unusually tense the air between them was.

"Is he in a bad mood? Yoonie is never like this..."

However, Jimin tries not to overthink like he normally does since this is Yoongi we are talking about and decided to go giving his boyfriend a helping hand.

Whilst the sudden anxiousness continues to explore his body, Jimin follows where his boyfriend went and picked up some of the smaller bags since Yoongi has already taken care of the large suitcases.

The apparent silence was labelled in bold and Jimin could only wish for it to end very soon but instead, the at most sound he gets was Yoongi's sighing repetitively as if-

- something was bothering him which obviously Jimin isn't deaf to not know that but it's the mere thought itself that makes his narrowing lungs struggle to breathe from the increasing tension between them.

Jimin doesn't like the silence, Yoongi also knows that so he should understand the itch he feels at the very tip of his tongue right now to break free his many questions.

However, the confused freshman is generous and certainly patient enough to only pick one. "Why aren't you talking to me?"

Though the answer never came as waited seconds passed, Jimin still unwillingly watches with a pang inside his chest at how Yoongi ignored his presence, pressed his lips into a thin tight line and started walking downstairs with the suitcases in his two occupied hands.

Although he doesn't even know why the elder was mad at him to start, Jimin still felt guilty so he hopes that Yoongi would at least hear him out and do something as little as answering.

"A-are you ignoring me?" Loud and as clear as he can, Jimin stutters out a half yell before he soon ended up puckering his bottom lips out of failure when his boyfriend continues exiting the house despite clearly having heard what he just said.

"What did I do?" Jimin groaned as a saddened pout settled on his lips before he also left the house and don't forget to lock it and leaving the keys under the doormat like what the landlord has specifically asked him to do.

Turning around, he was met with the sight of Yoongi slamming the boot shut with firmly clenched jaws before heading towards the driver's seat which happens to make Jimin feels strange once again but it didn't take long until he soon found out why.

The reason for it being how he was so used to his boyfriend opening the car door for him to safely get in first so wanting to hide his disappointment, Jimin soon gets inside the pitch-black Lamborghini and buckled his seat belt just so Yoongi could fastly take off without a single notice.

Since there are heavy traffic jams, the 1 hour 30 minutes more ride to the senior's house was utter silent and foreign to the couple as they never ran out of things to talk and bicker mostly but sitting here right now with his talkative mouth screwed shut, Jimin just desperately want to break the tensed atmosphere inside the car.

"I'm cold..." Jimin murmured slowly after gathering up all the courage within him to also steal a long glance at his boyfriend's direction just to see the drool-worthy sight of the elder steering the leather wheel with his flat right palm and his handsome side profile.

It is so god damn sexy really yet it is still not the right time to fantasizes over how hot the man on the wheels beside him is but Jimin is still working on that so coming back to his senses, the freshman pouts again at how Yoongi did not react nor reply to his seemingly meaningless words.

Biting his inner cheeks in anticipation, Jimin soon casts his eyes down to his lap from the failed attempt but as he was about to let out a small sigh of giving up, he hears the heating being turned on

"He still cares." His head slowly rising up once again after the realisation sinks in deeper, Jimin feels warmth spreading across his chest when his hopeful eyes are shyly fixed on Yoongi's pale fingers that retreats themselves after turning the heating knob clockwise.

"Thank you hyungie." Jimin cracks out a small giddy smile and lets his head falls to the headrest before staring ahead at the never-ending road.

*At Yoongi's House*

Still without a word being exchanged between them but only the sound of Yoongi killing the engine and unlocking the door to then walk down the car's body and open the Lamborghini's boot to take out the heavy luggage.

Flexing his muscles underneath the grey turtle neck, Jimin watches as his boyfriend storms towards the house on the little hill which Jimin remembers quite vividly from his last stay before the Spring break is over.

The weirdness kicking in again, Jimin eventually learnt that Yoongi wasn't waiting for him as he had already entered his residence so ignoring the sulk that appeared so easily on his face, Jimin grabs his belongings before exiting the car just to make his way over towards his new home.

Entering the house, Jimin's pupils largen as he scans Yoongi's favourite cottage interiors, creamily painted walls, smooth oak floors and a massive set of wooden staircases in the centre that lead up to the top floors which Yoongi has never shown him before.

All he knew of the elder's house was that there is an open kitchen located on his left-hand side and the large guest room he last stayed at right beside it but the rest is still a mystery...that Jimin thrives to find out.

"Yoongi..." Jimin called out after spotting his boyfriend who has successfully delivered his luggage inside the guest room where he guesses he will staying at although the idea of Yoongi's room sounds more pleasant.

Gulping the ball of tension that suddenly forms inside his throat when Yoongi surprisingly did stop and turned to look at him despite the cold expression remaining there, Jimin breathes in deeply before parting his lips to softly asks.

"C-can you show me the rest of the house? Like maybe upstairs or the garde-"

"I'm tired. Your room is over there." Yoongi heartlessly cut in and shoots an index towards the guest room before walking away or to be more specific, disappearing upstairs.

The act just then made Jimin felt he was a total burden to be breathing under Yoongi's and it was only a matter of time until the elder's footsteps slowly faded away but the echoed sound was soon replaced by the freshman trails of stunned hiccups.

"Okay..." Jimin sullenly mumbled to himself whilst his eyes began to water up without any of his consent, he did not want to cry. Yoongi is only tired, that's all...

Shooking his head rapidly as if it would help to get rid of his sad thoughts along with the frantic motion, Jimin blinked the wet drops in his eyes away before walking towards the guest room just to immediately have a loud gasp punched out of him once the obvious changes became impossible to be unnoticeable.

Jimin's eyes landed on his favourite vanilla colour that painted the bed with flowery patterns before they flickered up to the replaced glamorous golden chandelier which elegantly hung down from the ceiling and at last spotted the fairy lights decorated around the bed's creamy headboard.

The sadness inside Jimin's eyes instantly melted at the sight of the gorgeous room which made him feel welcomed and most of all giddy because of how Yoongi really has looked forward to his stay and put his thoughts into making this room feels like home.

He couldn't have wished for anyone better than his Yoonie. Nobody could make such a happy smile appears on his face other than this idiot who renovated an entire room just for him. Jimin somehow felt comforted by those thoughts.

Also in contrary to his last visit, there was no setup speaker in the top right corner of the room and the windows weren't blocked like before but instead, there are sheer curtains that were sewn in white flowers patterns swaying gently from side to side within the calming outside breeze.

"Hm Yoonie is tired, I should do something for him." Because of the overwhelming amount of effort his boyfriend has considered into this room, Jimin instantly felt energetic to do something that will surely lift up his boyfriend's mood and certainly relieve his fatigue.

However, when the perfect idea does pop up into the orange-haired male's brilliant mind, his cheeks turned maroon as the freshman began rummaging into one of his suitcases before pulling out a branded bag that arrived only a day ago.

"Hyung would feel refreshed..." Blushing hard, Jimin embarrassedly locked the door and shuts the windows along with the dancing curtains before he could start stripping away.

*A Few Minutes Later*

"Is it too tight?" Jimin asked himself as he twists and turns his body while staring at the tight fit that perfectly shows off his pretty curves on the reflected body length mirror.

"Would Yoongi hyung like it? Is it too much?" Jimin started to whine but it wasn't until he suddenly remembered his mother's words and rashly makes up his mind before he confidently walks out of the bathroom, kneels down the sheets and waits patiently for the elder to arrive.

"Nothing is never too much." That was what she once said.

And that is when the waiting game started, the sun has already coward away and the deep orange sky was quick to darken but Jimin still found himself pouting and frowning nonstop because of how Yoongi still did not enter the door he unlocked right after finishing getting dressed up yet.

"Is he seriously not sleeping with me on the first day?" Jimin questioned with disappointment lacing in his bitter tone as he continues burning holes at the ticking clock on the creamy wall with bored sleepy eyes.

However, once the clock's arm hit 12, sleep was fast to consumed the boy who was all prettily dressed up in black lace lingerie and a pair of cat ears that comes along with a snarky tail for his one and only boyfriend who decided to not showed up.

"It's his lost anyways."