It was the next day, and Jimin woke up to his best friend's leg draped over him. Groaning, he pushed Namjoon. A little too forcefully.

Namjoon fell off the bed.

Startled, to say the very least, the victim of the fall yelped and scrambled to his feet, scanning the room furiously as if to find the culprit. He sighed when his gaze fell on Jimin, who just shrugged nonchalantly.

"You were a little too close."

His friend, deadpanning, muttered in response, "So you push me off the bed?"

"What else was I supposed to do?"

"I dunno, maybe kindly get me to wake up?"

"Well, you're up now."

"...this is true."

After their brief and not at all serious argument, the two prepared to head downstairs to find something to eat for breakfast. But a little reminder struck Jimin the moment his feet touched the floor. He lowered himself to sit on the floor, then peered beneath his bed.

Yoongi's mountain of clothes and makeup were still there.

The boy felt a gap in his chest. He had to return them. He didn't want to, but they were Yoongi's, and besides, the longer they stayed here the higher the risk of Jimin being caught with them.

"Chim? Something wrong?" Namjoon stopped at the door and looked back at him. "You don't normally keep your stuff under your bed. Lookin' for something?"

"No," Jimin answered, gradually rising to his feet. "I was just...reminding myself I have to give Yoongi back his clothes today."

"...his clothes...?"

"Yeah."

"...Chim Chim?"

"What?"

"Why do you have your gay friend's clothes?"

He had forgotten Namjoon didn't know the story. The only detail about the previous night he had given the boy was about the kiss, and about Yoongi regretting it. That was it. He didn't know about Yoongi being at this house, the makeover, or Jihyun nearly catching them, or anything. Jimin blushed a light shade and glared daggers at his friend so as to strike down any assumptions.

"He was letting me try on some outfits of his," Jimin spat. "And I kicked him out of here, so now I have to take all his things back to him. Get your mind out of the gutter, you perv."

Namjoon just chuckled and opened the door of Jimin's room, then walked right out and headed down the stairs. This was practically his second home, so by now the boy could comfortably help himself to anything in the kitchen without it being a problem. In fact, Jimin's mom encouraged it.

Meanwhile Jimin sat still on his floor for a bit. Defeatedly he looked at the clothes under the bed again.

"I should've just made him take them before leaving..."

Whether or not he liked the idea, Jimin was going to have to take these to Yoongi's house. And that sucked, because he wasn't ready to face him yet, nor did he want to talk to Yoongi yet as he was still greatly upset over the boy's words from the night before. 'Just forget about it', he thought bitterly. Just forget about your clothes then, too, Yoongi.

Sighing, he reached under the bed and swept out every last thing there, the sweaters, shirts, jeans and makeup. The numerous bags in which Yoongi had transported his things here, surprisingly bland in color, which made Jimin assume they belonged to one of the mint-haired boy's family members rather than him, were also sitting at the foot of the bed. So Jimin took them and quickly shoved every last item inside the various pockets, then zipped them shut. He put on his leather jacket and sneakers, draping the bags over his shoulders, soon to make his way down the stairs.

Namjoon was eating cereal at the kitchen table, alone, as no one else was awake yet. He shot his friend a puzzled look upon noticing the bags.

"I'm gonna return them now to get it over with," Jimin said with a sigh. "I'll be back soon. If someone asks, tell them I went to get coffee."

"Gotcha."

With that, Jimin exited his house and began on his way. He walked with his steps varying in speed. A conflicted variance. Again, he really did not want to see Yoongi right now, but he also needed to give these things back to him, and he wanted to get it over with, hence the reason for his quick walking. But it slowed every time he thought of how much he wasn't ready to see Yoongi just yet...

As distracted as he was, Jimin nearly passed by Yoongi's house. Luckily he caught himself in time and spun around, then started up the small stairs leading up to the front door.

He stopped for a while, contemplating, dreading, as his heart hammered against his chest and weighed it down. After some time he finally managed to muster up enough courage to knock. He almost wished no one would answer and he could just leave the bags here. But that would be irresponsible. Someone could easily come by and take them.

So Jimin waited a moment.

The door was opened. A woman only slightly taller than him, with glasses and dyed blonde hair, stood by, eyebrows raised curiously. Jimin recognized her as the woman he was briefly introduced to as Yoongi's older sister, Riyeon.

Embarrassed for some reason, Jimin began to stutter, trying desperately to come up with an excuse or explain himself in a better way than saying your brother left his clothes at my house and I'm here to return them.

"You're Yoongles' friend, yeah?"

She had on a peaceful smile, and somehow it comforted Jimin, just a little. He gave a shy nod. "I borrowed these," he said softly. "I just came to give them back."

Riyeon gave a nod of understanding. "I think he's still asleep. You wanna come inside?"

No. "N-no, it's okay, if you could just let him know I-"

"Riyeon? Who's at the door?"

"Oh, looks like he's awake after all." She turned her head slightly. "Your friend's here, Yoongles!"

Nononononononono. "L-listen, I really have to leave, so-"

Jimin made the mistake of meeting Yoongi's gaze in the brief glance the boy made into the house. And there was no moment of hesitation. Yoongi made a mad dash for the door, seeming to predict Jimin would soon be making his hasty escape, and he extended his hand not a moment too soon and seized him by the wrist.

"Jimin, don't go, I need to talk to you."

Jimin didn't say anything. And neither did Riyeon, though she was curious, she did the respectful thing and didn't butt into their business but rather stepped back into the house—she could always ask her brother about it later.

Jimin tried to tug his arm back. He avoided Yoongi's gaze. "Let go. I just came here to give you back your clothes and makeup."

"Then what? Are you gonna go back to ignoring me?" Yoongi gave Jimin's wrist a squeeze, then sighed. And he waited until Jimin looked him in the eye. "Look, I just want to talk to you. Please, Jimin."

At the time, Jimin wasn't sure what he would regret more: walking away or listening to Yoongi's request. In the end, though, the boy's heart which was weak to those eyes led him to agree. Reluctantly, but he agreed nonetheless. And he could so easily see that his doing so gave Yoongi such great relief.

Still holding on to Jimin's wrist, the mint-haired boy pulled his friend into the house and closed the door behind them. Riyeon was still downstairs, so Yoongi decided it would be best to take this to his room. Absentmindedly his fingers loosened their grip on Jimin's wrist and moved down till they slid into the boy's hand. Jimin tensed, but didn't pull away.

Once the two reached Yoongi's room, they broke contact, and Jimin carefully set down the bags containing the other's belongings, then slowly made his way over to the bed where Yoongi was already sitting, waiting patiently for him.

He sat down.

"...Jimin."

Jimin choose to keep quiet.

"Are you mad at me?"

The silence following Yoongi's question, to him, was just as much reassuring as it was discomforting. The lack of a response, the conflicted tremor in Jimin's eye, suggested consideration, deeper thought, rather than an immediate desire to confirm Yoongi's assumption.

"...I'm not...mad."

"You can't not be mad."

"Shut up."

A slight break in his voice. Yoongi cleared his throat and straightened his posture. The last thing he wanted to do here was make Jimin cry again. That being said, he tried to choose his words carefully.

"If you're not mad...then why did you tell me to leave last night?"

He saw Jimin's facial features start to twitch, and so he held his breath.

"...because you upset me."

Yoongi furrowed his brow. That's different from being mad? "...it's..." Be careful, you're walking on eggshells here. "...it's...because I kissed you...right?"

This time, Jimin didn't move. So Yoongi took the chance and added: "I said I was sorry, Jimin, and I mean it. I didn't want to upset y-"

"It's not 'cus of the kiss, okay?!" The boy exclaimed, seemingly from nowhere. "It's 'cus of what you said afterwards!"

Jimin's sudden outburst, along with the emotion in his voice as he had spoken this gripped Yoongi's heart and held it captive until his brain got the message to start turning its gears again. He didn't recall saying much last night other than his frantic apology. But then he remembered. Jimin's soft whisper helped fully jogged the memory.

"Just forget about it..."

He was near to tears again.

"My first kiss...my first kiss, and it was actually a boy, and he just wants me to pretend it didn't happen..." He sniffled. "And I'm just supposed to be 'okay' with that? You don't know how lousy that made me feel...how insecure...it was insensitive, you were so insensitive..."

It made sense now. A lot of sense. And though he still felt terrible, understanding Jimin a bit more now made him feel a lot better in one regard. That remaining guilt, however, wouldn't let him go just yet.

"Jimin, I'm so sorry." Tempted to take Jimin's hand in his own again, Yoongi sighed gently. "I thought you'd be mad I kissed you at all. That's why I said that. I was trying to make you feel better, not worse. I'm sorry..."

He turned his head, gaze momentarily falling on the duffel bags of his Jimin had left on the floor. He thought back to the previous night, but dwelt more, perhaps, on what Jimin had said just now.

"Your first kiss...I'm sorry about that, too. That it had to be me..." Feeling his cheeks grow warm, Yoongi cleared his throat again. "And seeing as it was in the spur of the moment, it probably wasn't even any good. To you, I mean, it didn't bother m-...me."

Jimin didn't look at him. He tried to ignore him. He really tried.

"For what it's worth, and I hope you don't mind me saying this, but for my first kiss...I kinda liked it."

Jimin's face burned, mind blank but his heart beat wildly. Panicked, he blurted, "Stop talking."

However at this point, there was no stopping Yoongi, because he had already come across the realization that he quite enjoyed teasing Jimin, as the boy's reactions were always worth the risk.

"You have...nice lips, Jimin."

Jimin didn't know why he didn't move. He didn't know why he didn't just get on his feet and leave, right then—he'd heard Yoongi out, they'd cleared things up, so he really had no obligation to stay. But somehow. For some reason. Yoongi's compliments, and his soft sweet words tenderly convinced him to stay.

"Jimin..?"

Don't answer him. Don't look at him.

"Could...we try it again?"

Yoongi was closer than he had been mere moments ago. Inches from Jimin's face. Jimin turned, ever so slightly and was met with the other boy's flushed face, closing in on his lips.

They connected them again.

And this time was so much different. No panic of being found out by Jimin's brother, or his family, because it was just the two in a quiet, more open space, and it hadn't been initiated spontaneously, but rather from Yoongi's own free will.

He slipped his hand behind Jimin's head. Moving his lips against the other's tenderly, he got a better feel, a better taste of Jimin... And Jimin surprised himself by once again reciprocating the kiss, even though he could feel himself trembling. It was only shyness this time, embarrassment, again, without the panic of being found out.

His brain played no part in the matter, however. His kissing back was spurred on by his heart, disregarding the consequences, disregarding why he didn't question Yoongi first, or anything.

He just melted. Into the kiss, into Yoongi.

At one point, though, as they broke off just a little to allow for breathing, Jimin opened his eyes.

"...why are we doing this...?" He asked, dazed, and almost too quiet to hear.

"...to make up for last night," Yoongi answered, just as quiet. "I was your first kiss, but I could've done better. I'm...just trying to fix it. Besides, it's nice."

He pecked Jimin's lips again.

"Really nice. Is it wrong of me to say that?"

"I...don't think so..."

Jimin swallowed his breath, mesmerized by how beautiful Yoongi looked up close, with his cheeks flushed, russet eyes in clear view.

He truly had fallen deep.

"I...forgot Namjoon is waiting for me at my house."

Yoongi pulled his head back, and he stared at Jimin for a long moment before speaking again. "Oh, I'm sorry, I kept you without even realizing it."

"It's okay."

"...I'll text you later, I guess."

"...yeah."

"...if my sister asks any questions, just keep walking."

"I will."