"Ugh... Still all of these to arrange" Jimin sighs in frustration as he looks at the mess in the room a.k.a the living room in his new apartment. "And still two boxes to bring up!" 

He goes down two floors and picks up one box labelled 'Books' and huffs up to the elevator, waiting for it to open up. He does not see the person behind him, looking at him confusedly.

After the elevator dings and opens up, he enters inside followed by the guy. Only when he turns back dows he notice the person. "Oh, hi!" He says, keeping that wide smile of his on his face.

"Hello," The guy replies back, flustered at the sudden greeting. "You're moving in?"

"Yeah," Jimin says and hauls the box up more. "Just taking the last of my boxes up to my apartment"

"Do you need any help?"

".... Can you?" It's hard to turn down an offer for help, especially when his apartment is two floors up. 

"Well, yeah, I can. You can go down and take the last box" The guy says and takes the box from an already sweaty and huffing Jimin, who smiles back gratituously.

As Jimin comes up to his apartment with the last box, he sees the guy who helped him working, moving the furnitures here and there.

"You really don't have to," Jimin says, smiling as he settles the box down and wipes the huge bead of sweat away from his forehead.

"I'm free anyway; plus this would keep my occupied for a bit"

Throughout the time of arranging the things, Jimin tried starting up conversations but failed most of the time. And the most important thing: he never asks his name. The two discuss on arranging the furniture here and there, and placing the decorative items on their places, all while knowing a bit about each other. So far, Jimin knows Yoongi is an aspiring composer for his improptu group of music-making band of fiends with who he wasn't that close. And was also majoring in Applied Music in Seoul University of Arts; where Jimin would be majoring the same thing.

As the dirty-grey haired guy plops down on the couch, tired and sweaty, Jimin sits on the bean bag, looking at him.

"I forgot to ask..." Jimin starts, hesitating a bit. "What's your name?"

"I'm Yoongi; probably your closest neighbour"

"And friend...?" Jimin grins, extending his hand shyly.

Smiling back at him, Yoongi shakes his hand. "And friends"

A/N: idek anymore.... i love to write like this; without them always having to love each other OTL i love platonic and somewhat friendly relationships

comment below on how it was!! and sorry for the extremely short chapter; this is supposed to be a drabble (or i couldn't continue it anymore)

short but sweet, i guess...? nvm /flies away/