The hotel was really huge, and really, really grand. Jimin was not exactly poor, he was even considered as one of those wealthy kids who owned an apartment instead of squeezing himself to the University's dorm.

But still, this hotel was too much for him.

Everyone was wearing fancy attires and looked like they each owned a poodle and a pool. They stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Hyung, this is..."

Suga sighed wearily. "Don't raise your concerns to me, Chim. Tell Jin-hyung. This is all his fault."

Jin gave him an indignant look as he stopped in his pace to glare at Suga. "Even in the middle of hiding, we still deserve to be glamorous and in poise. We are agents doing a mission, not a bunch of low class criminals."

"Wow. I live for the logic," Suga said dryly.

They rented a large suite that had three bedrooms and was large enough for the seven of them. Jimin had no idea who paid, or where the money came from. He chose not to ask.

"Kookie, Jiminie and I will share a room!" Taehyung announced loudly, box smile plastered on his face. Without waiting for any confirmation, he grabbed Jungkook's and Jimin's hands and walked towards one of the three rooms.

He was not successful though, because Suga grabbed Jimin away from Taehyung's grip.

"No," the older boy said. "Jimin will be staying with me."

Taehyung gasped, pointing a finger at Suga aggressively. "HOW DARE YOU?!"

The agent did not seem to be affected as he only shrugged. "Jin will be staying with you two and A will be staying with Hobi."

At this, Hobi suddenly blushed. "W-what?! B-but! She is a girl! she should have her own room! I'll just stay with Tae, Jungkook and Jin."

Suga shook his head with a solemn face. He was about to open his mouth to say something when A beat him to it.

"It's alright with me, Hobi," she said with a pretty smile that made Hoseok blush. "I understand what S meant. I'm still a stranger to you all and it's not safe to leave me alone as I may be an enemy."

Suga smirked. "Smart."

Jimin scowled at that.

He was not at all affected with Suga complimenting A. He was definitely not. He was just scowling because...because he would be sharing a room with this crazy boy again.

He was not jealous.

At all.

"Okay then," Jin inserted, taking all the attention. "First room is for Tae kid, Kook kid and Eomma Jin. Second room will be for disgustingly lovesick Suga and Jimin. And third room is for Hobi Hobi and A. Now that it's clear, shall we look at the menu and see what are the delicious food they have here?"

•••|SG|•♥•|JM|•••

"What's with that serious face?" Suga asked as he approached Jimin who was sat on the edge of their shared bed.

Jimin glanced at him before a cute frown appeared on his face. "I was just thinking..."

"Thinking about what?"

"About things," Jimin replied, falling on his back on the bed. The younger closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Looking at him, Suga tilted his head, his index finger absentmindedly the smooth surface of the silver ring worn by his thumb. Jimin looked so peaceful like this, looked so young. Almost as if Suga couldn't believe that such a beauty existed.

Aish. Park Jimin just had to be so beautiful. So perfect.

Suga sighed helplessly.

"I just realized that..." Jimin started speaking again, cutting Suga off from his musings. "I don't know. Life is . That's it. That's what I realized."

"Yah! You're slowly becoming like me. Am I rubbing off on you that much?" the older boy teased lightly as he sat next to Jimin's half-lying form.

This time, Jimin finally opened his eyes, his eyes turning to the side slightly to look up at his hyung who was in turn looking down at him. Suga couldn't help but think about how beautiful Park Jimin's eyes were. They were just so damn pretty, those two brown orbs.

"It never even once came into my mind that my life would be like this. And then these past months... Almost dying... Seeing you almost die... Seeing my best friends almost die..." Jimin gave a chuckle, but there was no humor in its sound. It was simply hallow, empty, sarcastic even. "I never once thought my life would turn out like this. And look at me now, handling guns and kicking asses. Heck, I never imagined it felt like this. It looked pretty cool in the action movies. Turned out it was just full of . And aching knuckles, as well."

Suga contemplated the words of the younger. He couldn't help but think that Jimin had every right to question his life. This was not the life for a cute and adorable young man like him. He was supposed to be in college and spreading his brightness to other students whilst he lived a normal life.

But no. The world was too cruel. Everything just had to change for this boy whose world used to revolve around practicing for his stage performances and forcing his brain to understand mathematics. It's probably hard to take that all in, even after all the things that happened.

"I feel like I'm just dreaming..." Suga heard Jimin whisper.

The agent ran a hand through the boy's hair as he continued to stare at him.

"Would you rather these all be a dream, then?" Suga asked.

The younger boy looked at him in the eye, staring straight into his soul. Suga wondered where was the shy Jimin who couldn't even look at him in the eye. He guessed that maybe the seriousness of the atmosphere made Jimin forget that he should be a cute blushing mess in front of his hyung.

"No," he whispered again, responding to Suga's question. "Because if this was all just a dream, then you wouldn't exist in the real world. I... I don't think I want that."

A silence settled between them, the spoken words hanging in the air as if they were bubbles that would burst any moment. The silence was not awkward, but it was heavy and it seemed like time stopped as they stayed there, staring into each other's eyes as if they were the only people in the world.

Jimin's eyes were soft as he gazed at him, but Suga couldn't pinpoint the emotions that were in those brown orbs. They were just there, looking at Suga as if they wanted to say something, as if words were being conveyed to him.

This boy looked so beautiful.

So ing gorgeous.

Suga blinked.

"Did you fart?"

The soft gaze from the younger turned into confusion as his eyebrows went up. "W-what?" Jimin asked incredulously.

"I asked if you farted," Suga said, scrunching his nose. "It smells awful."

Surprised, Jimin looked around and sniffed. He, too, scrunched up his nose. "Yeah... It smells bad. B-but, I did not fart!"

"Well, it certainly was not me so stop lying, " Suga said, enjoying his time teasing the younger. The smell was something like rotten food, so Suga was pretty sure it was not a fart. Seokjin was just probably digging around on the stock of food that he and Jimin had for the past weeks.

"Yah! It's not really me!" Jimin insisted, now sitting up again to be level with Suga.

Suga clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "This is very disappointing, Jiminie. And here I was thinking that I've finally taught you manners."

"I have manners! Hyung, believe me! I did not fart! It was probably Tae. Sometimes his fart can be so smelly that it goes through walls," Jimin explained, lips now pouting. Ugh, why did he have to pout?

Suga tried not to stare at the pouting lips.

"Even through walls as thick as these?"

Jimin nodded eagerly, seemingly very sure of his conclusion. "Yes! The smell can pass through walls even as thick as these!"

"Nah, I still think it was you."

"Hyung!"

"Stop lying."

The younger boy huffed in annoyance and plopped down on the bed again. He scowled at Suga heartily. Suga only found it cute, and not intimidating at all.

"How could you accuse me like that? You're heartless," Jimin said sulkily.

"I am not."

Jimin pointed a finger at him and narrowed his eyes. Damn, he looked so adorable. Suga wondered if there was any moment in this younger boy's life that he was not being adorable.

"Yes, you are, hyung. You are heartless and incapable of love!"

Suga snorted at the drama. "That is not true. If I'm not capable of love, then why do I have a first love?"

The words erased all mirth in Jimin's face. He blinked, then blinked again. "You...have a first love?"

The older boy nodded, looking away. He had not meant to open that up, but well, he was always tactless and stupid with words whenever he was with Jimin. He just hoped Jimin wouldn't pry more. There's a reason why he had long forgotten about Min Yoongi, that he had long forgotten of that weak child that used to live in the streets.

He had burned all those memories already. The only thing he had kept were those pretty smiles from that kid that he had never even had the chance to know the name of.

And he didn't think he's ready to talk about, considering that he hadn't even told anyone except for Tadashi.

"Y-yeah... I have a first love..."

Jimin gasped loudly. His eyes going wide in a dramatic way as he looked at Suga with so much shock in his eyes.

"You... Y-you...."

"What?" Suga asked, defensive.

"Wow. Hyung, y-you actually have...feelings?! I never knew!" the younger boy said mockingly, pointing a finger at Suga.

Aish. This kid. And to think, Suga had been nervous for awhile there.

Swatting away Jimin's hand, Suga glared at him. "Shut up, farty boy."

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Lol. Savage Chim.

By the way, please do remember that Yoongi always looked thirsty ( his lips/mouth agape/can't take his eyes off/swallowing hard) whenever Jimin dances or performs something y.

That's all. God bless ya'll! :)