according to google, it takes like 4 hours to get from seoul to busan. but i'm stupid enough not to know whether it's applicable if you take the train. I'M S O RR Y Y . i'm also fuckin' worried about the christmas break length. i decided on december 19 to january 4 (2016 calendar) because reasons. that's 2 weeks. it should be fine. if i'm wrong, i'm sorry, i just don't know okay. because that's sort of the length for my country.

the day before christmas break

"you don't have to do this."

"but i will."

after a month of 'fake dating,' the couple had considerably grown closer, with all the hanging out they've been doing in order to prepare for holidays. after the past month, jimin now knew all the little things about min yoongi-- vice versa. yoongi wasn't exactly nervous when the thought of spending 2 weeks at jimin's house came in mind. in fact, jimin was the one being anxious over it. he was worried about yoongi being pressured (which, again, he isn't) and was constantly wondering, why is he doing this for me? and thinking, wow. it'll happen. that wasn't the only thing he was worried about. the thought of his dad being weird around yoongi will definitely become reality. his mom asking him why his ex is now his ex. his siblings acting like the FBI, trying to find out whether yoongi's good enough for him or not. those certainly aren't the last of his thoughts, jimin can definitely make a list containing a thousand reasons as to why this is a bad idea.

what if he's there.

"is the coffee really worth it?" jimin asked, watching as yoongi stuffed his belongings into a bag. "i mean, you get unlimited coffee until you want me to stop getting you some," jimin chewed on his lip, "you also get donuts on weekends... but i may be annoying. my mom might pressure you, and--"

jimin stopped, looking at yoongi who walked over to him, gripping jimin on the shoulders. "babe, chill," yoongi said firmly, frowning lightly at jimin. "it's fine. i have to admit, i'm anxious about your family asking me things, but it's better than staying here at the dorm for two whole months."

"don't call me babe," jimin blurted out, yoongi rolling his eyes at the younger's words. "and are you sure? i'm annoying, i know i am, i don't know why you're doing this for me--"

yoongi sighed, interrupting jimin once more, "because you've been through a lot. and i feel the need to be your fake boyfriend. i'll feel like shit if i deny your request. hey, don't look at me like that," yoongi frowned, "you're the one who dragged me into this."

"you can just walk away."

"but i won't."

"why?"

"because," yoongi said, trying to end their conversation.

"because?"

yoongi crossed his arms, "i'll probably feel guilty if i don't. and again, you've been through shit. and i want my damn donuts."

he's doing it for himself, jimin sighed, falling back, his back against yoongi's soft bed, hearing a chuckle from the older as he closed his eyes. get a hold of yourself.

the next day, december 19

"babe."

jimin groaned, yawning as he slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the light emitting from the large glass window nearby. he blinked groggily, turning to his side and facing yoongi, who was looking at him with a smug smile.

"what time is it?"

"around 7 am. we're here. the train stopped," yoongi said, standing up and grabbing their stuff from the seats in front of them, looking back at jimin. "come on. let's go."

jimin stood up, legs feeling numb, following yoongi towards the exit and onto the platform.

"hey, how long was i out?" jimin asked, rubbing his eyes.

"the whole time. you passed out on my shoulder after 5 minutes."

"i'm sorry, hyung," jimin sighed.

yoongi looked down at his phone, "it's fine." he looked up, giving jimin a smile. "had a good dream?"

jimin raised an eyebrow at him. "sure. why?"

yoongi's grin grew. "you were saying my name in your sleep."

"really?" jimin spluttered, feeling his cheeks heat up.

yoongi nodded. "t'was cute."

— — —

"you ready?" jimin glanced at yoongi, who was staring at the house's front door.

it had taken them an hour to get to jimin's house. yoongi had to look up some directions for the street address, considering the fact that jimin forgot his own goddamn address. yoongi had practically dragged jimin around, the latter's legs not functioning. and now, here they were, awkwardly standing on the porch, in front of the front door.

yoongi rolled his eyes, "let's go in. i'm tired. you're tiring."

"sorry," jimin muttered as he raised his fist, moving it towards the door. before he could knock, the front door burst open, revealing a grinning, orange haired boy, taller than jimin and yoongi with wide eyes who jumped forward, wrapping his arms around jimin's waist. upon further inspection, yoongi noticed how the boy looked like jimin.

(i edited some chapters! i am sorry. it's just a small change; yoongi doesn't know who this new orange haired boy is. sighs. i don't like changing things in published chaps, no matter how small of a change it is, but i just had to .-. fur thuh druma)

yoongi stood there awkwardly, watching as jimin let out a small yelp. jimin looked down, squealed and ruffled the other boy's hair.

"jiminie, i missed you!" the orange haired boy yelled, pulling away and jumping excitedly. yoongi noticed how the boy was definitely taller than him, and, wait, why does he look so familiar? as if the boy heard his thoughts, he turned to yoongi, smiling. "hey there. who's this, hyung?" he asked jimin in particular, not letting go of his gaze at yoongi, making the latter feel more awkward than he already was.

jimin grabbed yoongi's arm, dragging him closer. "this is yoongi," he said, "my boyfriend."

yoongi tried not to shiver as he spoke, "proud, are we, babe?" he said, raising an eyebrow at jimin.

the boy tilted his head to the side, "babe? boyfriend? i thought--"

jimin leaned in, whispering something to the boy, before leaning back with a small smile. the boy nodded understandingly, a small frown on his face. he cleared his throat, turning to yoongi with a grin, "okay, hi, hyung! i'm taehyung. jimin's other half."

yoongi looked between the two. similar features. eerily similar smiles. matching orange hair. they were still distinguishable, but a thought came to mind: they're twins, yoongi was about to mentally slap himself for not noticing sooner. he was about to say something, until his eyes landed on taehyung once more, his eyes narrowing.

something clicked.

"wait, you're familiar," yoongi bit on his lip, thinking for a bit. his eyes widened. "wait! you're that guy... jeongguk's wallpaper!"

"jeongguk's..." taehyung trailed off, the corner of his lips tugging up into a smirk. "really?"

"you're the taehyung..." yoongi mumbled. "kookie won't shut the fuck up about you. he's always on his phone, too, you're the one he's texting, aren't you?"

taehyung chuckled, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone and tapping a few times, shoving the screen towards yoongi, pointing at something specific. yoongi narrowed his eyes. taehyung was pointing at numbers, specifically the number of messages between him and a certain somebody called, baby boy 💞

taehyung pulled back, shoving his phone back into his pocket, raising his hands. "guilty," he gave yoongi a smug grin.

yoongi hummed, smirking.

(the fuck was that boi)

"okay," jimin breathed out, placing his hands on taehyung's shoulders, earning the younger boy's attention. "where's mom? where's jinyoung? yejin?"

"mom's getting groceries, jinyoung's hanging out with some dude named... mark? and yejin's out with dad."

"okay," jimin drew out a shaky breath, "cool. let's get inside. it's sort of getting cold." taehyung hummed, walking inside, heading towards wherever. jimin gave yoongi a nod and stepped inside, the older trailing behind him. yoongi gently closed the door, following jimin up the stairs, who was waiting for him at the third step. definitely warm in here, yoongi had decided, following jimin into one of the rooms.

"welcome," jimin opened the door, running towards the light blue bed, throwing his bag to the side, throwing himself onto the bed, "to my humble abode."

yoongi looked around. light blue bed, small bookcase, a shelf near his desk dedicated to marvel figurines and his desk with a black laptop, along with some scattered papers. a bed big enough for two, a bedside cabinet with headphones on top-- the normal stuff, really. a closet, and-- unsurprisingly-- a shelf with various movies, which yoongi noticed were from different genres, some even being jimin's favorites; perhaps knowing more about jimin did pay off. the wall above jimin's bed's headboard was covered with posters of taeyang from bigbang and, of course, chris brown.

yoongi put his bag down near jimin's, casually lying down next to him, "nice posters."

jimin hummed, looking up at the said posters. "oops. forgot about those. don't make fun of me, i bet you have some of kanye west or something. maybe some people who play basketball, too."

yoongi shook his head, "nope."

"aw, damn."

yoongi chuckled. "polaroids of my most beautiful moments in life, actually."

"oh?" jimin sat up, orange hair already messy, looking down at yoongi. "will i be on that wall, then?"

yoongi sensed something. he hummed. "i don't know, will you?"

he smirked, pulling on jimin's arm, making the latter fall on top of him. jimin shrieked as yoongi flipped them around, jimin squirming underneath him, yoongi holding jimin's wrists against the bed, preventing the latter from escaping.

"hey, yoongi, what are you--"

"can't i just spend some time with my boyfriend?"

"yes, you can," a voice nearby said. the couple turned towards the doorway, spotting taehyung, who was covering his eyes, "you can, you can spend time with your boyfriend! but not like this, i know y'all wanna fuck but please don't do it."

jimin stared in horror. "taehyung, we weren't--"

"sure," taehyung said, walking off. "sure, hyung!" he yelled from the hall.

yoongi climbed off of jimin, sitting down next to him. jimin sat up, running his fingers through his hair, "goddamn. how dare that little shit. we may be twins, but i'm two minutes older than him. i have my rights."

yoongi laughed. "what?" he raised an eyebrow at jimin. "disappointed that we didn't get some alone time?"

"no, hyung, i meant--" jimin sighed exasperatedly. "what was that, anyway?" he asked.

"i sorta saw taehyung from the corner of my eye," yoongi laid back, "if we're going to be fake dating, we'll have to make it convincing, you know."

jimin's face was still hot as he fell back against the bed, sighing. "right. you're right. gotta get my head in the game." he turned to yoongi, who was looking directly at him. it was all too vivid-- this reminded him of the day he woke up next to yoongi, hoseok's previous party having an effect on him. "what should we do now?" jimin asked.

yoongi shrugged, staring up at the ceiling, closing his eyes. "sleep. until your mom gets back. i'm sleep. i need."

jimin shifted, his body fully facing yoongi as he closed his eyes. "yeah. sure. sorry for sleeping on your shoulder earlier, we left the dorm at 3 in the morning and i basically took your privilege of sleep..." he mumbled. "...i'm sorry for dragging you into this. but," he yawned, "thanks. for doing this. you know, i'm sleepy too. didn't get enough sleep. dreams were too distracting..."

small snores erupted out of yoongi's mouth, making jimin smile. "good morning, hyung..." he muttered, slowly dozing off, before fully falling asleep.

he wasn't able to hear the almost quiet coos of, "aww." coming from near the doorway, as well as his room's door quietly closing.

ew so ooc