Lost Causes And Other Petty Things

Park Jimin woke up with one thought in his pretty little head: I'm cold.

His legs were covered in goosebumps; his were arms frozen to the bone. The foreign bed covers thrown over his frame were thin, a lost cause against the biting cold attacking his skin. For a moment he tried to snuggle further into them despite the fact he could see through the fabric, but the movement caused his head to spin.

Jimin's head felt heavy, like one of the worst hangovers of his life. He remembered parts of walking towards some frat house on campus with Taehyung the night before. Something they dressed all fancy for but when he dug for a reason why they dressed up he had no idea. It felt like reaching into an empty file cabinet.

Jimin had to give it to Taehyung for convincing Jimin to party hard enough to experience such a bad hang over. Jimin's small frame made most people assume he was a light weight - but the boy could handle his alcohol.

Apparently not well enough, Jimin thought as he eyed the stranger's room he was sleeping in. It was neat, too clean for a frat boy. There was a desk with various books stacked on top of each other and briefcases resting to the side. Across from the desk was a half open closet that revealing tight black clothes, bomber jackets, and various dark suit jackets hanging with in.

Again, Jimin was surprised. Whoever drunk him had hooked up with - the guy had fashion taste.

Finally, Jimin swallowed, giving his knees a small squeeze before sliding out of the thin covers, surprised to find he was dressed. Though Jimin wasn't sure when he had swapped out his Sailor Moon pajamas for whatever the blue silk atrocity he was currently wearing. Sure, it was soft and flowy, but for the most part Jimin just felt naked. Like every part of his body was somehow both covered and entirely on display. He picked at the silk sleeve, the material running through his hand like streams of water.

Jimin apologized to the stranger real quick before pushing his closet door open. He promised that he'd Venmo the man back for stealing his clothes - but Jimin had to change. The silk felt too rich. Too flowy; too thin.

As Jimin slipped out of the silk shirt, he did a quick glance down his chest, disappointed that there were no hickeys on his arms or waist. Vanilla, the thought to himself with horror.

Cautiously, Jimin slipped on a thick black hoodie that caused him to stumble back from the shear strength of its lingering cologne. The scent was rich, crisp like winter air and burnt like fire at the same time. It caused Jimin's chest to flip and a wave of warmth rushed down his system. He guessed it was because the stupid wind was finally blocked by the hoodie and not the strange sensation the cologne caused him.

I'm being creepy, Jimin realized. On so many levels. But the hook-up didn't even bother to mark him up during sex, so stealing the hood was retaliation. Convincing himself that he was in the right, Jimin slipped off the rest of the silk pajamas and changed into a pair of joggers. He eyed a box tucked away halfhazardly in the corner of the closest. Curiosity pulled at him, before closing the closet door and leaving the poor guy's stuff alone.

Now, fully dressed, the panic started to finally set it. Where exactly was he?

Jimin rubbed his forehead, trying to remember the night before. He found nothing except for a massive headache. He groaned, wondering just how much he drank. He had to have class soon. Class for -

What was his major?

Jimin reached into those file cabinets occupying his mind and with each memory he tried to pull out there was nothing. He could feel his heart start to race and for some strange reason the stranger's light cologne calmed him.

Jimin swung open the door to the hallway, stepping onto a dark marble floor that was cold underneath his bare feet. He rubbed his hands, eyeing an open door that a part of him knew was the bathroom. He just needed to spray some water on his face, and everything would make sense.

The bathroom was lavish. Way above a college guy's budget type of fancy. It was massive with grey stone walls that had thin lights affixed at the seams. The faucet was a new model, where the countertop dipped to collect the water and the shower door at the end of the room was covered in steam, spanning almost the full scale of the bathroom width.

Jimin eyed the skin care bottles and hair products lining the sink before he caught his reflection in the mirror. He froze.

There was a grown man looking back at him. A man with zero hickeys or sex marks of any kind. Jimin's cheeks were leaner than he remembered, his shoulders broader. He was taller, too. His hair thick and a dusty brown, styled to show off the new angles carved into his adult face. His cheekbones now highlighted the soft angle of his light brown eyes where his lashes delicately curved and brushed against his slightly tanned skin.

Jimin was heaving, his hands shaking as suddenly he couldn't get the stranger's sweatshirt off fast enough. This had to be some sick dream or maybe he had taken drugs that were still in his system. Not that he had ever taken drugs before but -

The sweatshirt hit the bathroom floor and Jimin gaped, running his hands along the defined lines making a v towards his waist. There were chiseled dips outlining abs that he knew for sure had always been covered by stubborn baby fat. He rubbed his palm over them, feeling the dips like a child drawing on paper the outline of plastic with a crayon. When had he started working out?

Then Jimin noticed the tattoo of an eye on his forearm. A memory itched at the back of his mind but there were no images associated with it. Just a mixture of both grief and peace dancing with each other as he stared at the ink. The force of emotion nearly caused this new adult body of Jimin's to topple over.

The shower shut off and suddenly the very real realization that Jimin wasn't alone crept in. The steam rose and filled the room like smoke as Jimin struggled to breathe. His head hurt so bad now that tears were pooling in his eyes. He couldn't look in the mirror; whoever was playing this sick trick on him needed to stop. Soon.

"Jimin? Did you want to hop in? Babe, you don't have to ask if you want to join." A voice, smooth and warm, sang from behind the glass shower screen.

"Am I dreaming?" Jimin croaked out, the smoke fighting its way into his lungs.

The beautiful voice laughed and Jimin's chest warmed at the sound of it subconsciously. Almost like a second sense, the reaction as much a part of him as his arms or legs. Like he'd do anything for that voice just because of the way it made his heart rush.

It scared the living shit out of him.

"Hold on baby, I'm coming out. You hit your head pretty hard yesterday, I'm surprised you're even up." The shower faucet squeaked with a turn. "Yoongi's stopping by later today to check you out too."

"I-what? Who?"

The glass screen opened, pooling water as, probably the most beautiful person Jimin had ever seen, stepped out of it - completely naked. Jimin's cheeks went red as he scrambled to cover his eyes and distract himself from the broad, perfectly chiseled body of the stranger before him. Something in his heart flipped with recognition, appreciating the sharp angles of the man's jaw and the kindness in his eyes, but Jimin shot it down.

"You're naked!" Jimin cried out.

"Minnie, it's our shower. Of course I am. Are those my clothes?"

Jimin glanced down at himself and the shirt before looking back at the strange, beautiful man.

"Can you please put on some pants!"

"Jimin? Are you okay? What's going on?" The beautiful stranger said as he took a step, shower water pooling from his body and dropping to the floor like raindrops as he crouched down next to Jimin. He stretched out a hand, covered in tattoos up to his shoulder, spiraling around strong and lean muscles. The stranger placed his hand on Jimin's head gently, his thumb brushing Jimin's temple and the touch caused Jimin to skid away on the floor, breathing hard.

"Don't- Don't do that. Put on some pants. Who are you? Why am I in your bathroom?"

"I'm calling Yoongi." The man said, furrowing his brows, heavy concern weighing his expression as he walked over to the kitchen counter.

"Pants!" Jimin screamed as he saw the stranger's bare ass as the man reached for a cupboard and pulled out a silver phone. The man didn't laugh this time; in fact, Jimin could have sworn he saw his hand shake as he scrolled to find the contact of this Yoongi person. Jimin needed to call Taehyung to get him out of here, he thought as he reached for his phone and froze, realizing he had no idea where it was.

"We're gonna figure this out baby." The man said, but his voice didn't sound so sure. Jimin wasn't sure if it was meant to comfort him or the guy - though being called baby by a stranger didn't exactly do anything on the calming end for Jimin.

"In the meantime, you can stare at my perfect ass." The man joked half-heartedly, but Jimin could hear his voice shake.

"Yoongi. Thank God you answered. I need you here. Now."

Jimin glanced at the door. I could run

"Jimin woke up but I don't think he's okay. No, it's not just a headache. I think it might be more serious than that."

But run where?

"No that's not what I mean - no Yoongi it's not a sex thing. He doesn't-'' The man ran a hand down his face. "He doesn't seem to remember - um - me. He doesn't remember me. Just come here. Please."

Something snapped in Jimin's spine. Like he heard something important. The stranger clearly knew Jimin, even if Jimin didn't know him. And, whoever this was, he wasn't someone who often said please.

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A/N:

I LOVE THE BOYS INSTAS OMG THEY ARE SO CUTE

- Vio