Yoongi could barely breathe. He felt his face was so hot. BTS was in the busy room between performances at the moment. A makeup artist wiped Yoongi’s forehead with a small towel in a hurry yet gently. Yoongi then laid his eyes on the jersey that he would wear for the next songs they performed. This was a new outfit that Bangtan would wear for the first time. Yoongi could see what's written on his jersey as a stylist noona held it for him. It's "SUGA 03". The stylist noona lifted it up and about to put it on Yoongi. That was when Yoongi looked at Jimin passing him with his jersey on and Yoongi looked at the jersey's back, he read what's written on the younger's jersey; JIMIN 03.

Jimin 03. Yoongi's mind tried to process the information he got between his heavy breathes.

Oh wait.

03?

"What the ." Yoongi spoke immediately, a little too harsh in the others' hearing. It startled the stylist noona in front of him. And it made Jimin, who got his sweat wiped by a makeup artist, turned to Yoongi.

"What happened, hyung?" Jimin asked concerned. He looked at the elder innocently, only to be looked by Yoongi in an annoyed-look.

"Three minutes to go." A crew peeked and shouted from the opened door, and soon left in a hurry for his other important duties.

The stylist noona also heard that, and she hurriedly put the jersey on Yoongi.

Yoongi just let it slide for now. He ignored Jimin's question at least for now. They still had some songs to be performed. And three minutes from now, they should be back on the stage. Yoongi obviously didn’t need a distraction for their last songs. They needed to end the concert perfectly, just like how they started it.

The younger who looked like didn't really matter for Yoongi's answer ran immediately outside, following the others who also had ready to perform again.

Yoongi’s eyes followed Jimin's back while the latter was running outside. . This isn’t funny.

**

It was three hours after their performance ended. BTS was now staying in a hotel before they were heading back to Incheon tomorrow morning. They were still sitting in the lobby when their manager got something to be taken care of.

Yoongi sat on a cozy couch alone separating himself from the other members. He played with his phone while the seven of them waiting for their manager. He couldn’t really focus on that though. The blond rapper lifted his head and saw his surroundings. He looked at Jimin who was bouncing on his seat and talking happily with Taehyung and Jungkook about something on Jungkook's phone. Yoongi wondered how Jimin could still be so bubbly in a tired evening like that. While the “hope” of the group was now asleep on the couch next to the maknae line.

"Jiminah-" Yoongi called the younger who sat four metres away from him.

Jimin turned to the caller right away. He stared at Yoongi in a questioned-look. And if the chubby-cheeks dancer somehow looked so adorable with that look, Yoongi just wouldn’t admit that. Taehyung and Jungkook weren't interested and just kept their attention to the phone Jungkook's holding.

"I need to talk." Yoongi continued as he saw Jimin paid attention to him. "Let's stay in a same room tonight."

Jimin didn’t answer it directly. Instead he looked at Namjoon who was sitting next to sleepy Jin in front of Jimin.

Namjoon heard what Yoongi was talking. He stared at Jimin then to Yoongi, and back to Jimin. He then sighed. "Fine. I'll stay with manager hyung tonight." Namjoon, the original Jimin's roommate for the tour, spoke.

With the approval of the leader, Jimin nodded to Yoongi slowly and carefully, to not to look excited about that.

**

"What's the matter, hyung?" Jimin asked as soon as they saw Namjoon left the room with his belongings.

Yoongi looked at the cute band mate in front of him, "Your jersey's number is the matter." He answered to the point.

Jimin widened his eyes for a while. He finally understood why he felt Yoongi was annoyed before. And Jimin’s lips curved into a small smile. "Ahh I see." He said calmly.

"Well yea, of course you have to see." Yoongi couldn't really believe what he just heard. Did the brown-haired dancer just said 'I see' and acted like nothing really matter with that? He spent almost his entire evening thinking about that, not for this kind of reaction, and Yoongi couldn’t help but felt ignored.

Jimin stepped forward to get a closer look to the blonde rapper. He looked how Yoongi narrowed his little eyes unbelievably-cutely. "Is something wrong with that?" Jimin asked with a small smile.

"Are you kidding me?" Yoongi looked even more annoyed. "Didn't you see what's written on my back? Or you just plain fool?"

Jimin giggled. He didn't feel offended for Yoongi's sarcastic comments because Jimin knew that it's just the way Yoongi was. Jimin took another step forward. He then wrapped Yoongi's neck with his muscled little arms. Jimin looked at the elder in the eyes to study the elder's emotion. He saw an annoyed yet warm look on Yoongi's eyes. Jimin smiled a little bit more when he saw there was still warmth on Yoongi's little eyes. Jimin pulled Yoongi for a warm hug and he put his head on Yoongi's shoulder.

"What the hell, Jiminnie. Don't you ing dare to do this right now. When I'm totally mad at you." Yoongi said something that quite contrary to his action, because instead of pushing the younger, he leaned in Jimin's embrace and placing his hands comfortably around the cute dancer's waist. Like it was the most natural thing to do.

Jimin pulled back, but didn't release the rapper from his warm embrace. He looked at the elder who looked back while still embracing his slim waist. Jimin smiled brightly at the beautiful figure before him. Jimin fixed Yoongi's stray bangs softly.

Yoongi couldn't help but staring at the adorable sight in front of him. "I hate you." Yoongi said plainly.

Jimin chuckled, "Yea I know, hyung. I love you too." He smiled cutely at the grumpy rapper he was embracing.

Yoongi stared at Jimin's eyes while they're blinking innocently. He then stared at the chubby cheeks that urged Yoongi to pinch them every time they blushed. Like right now too. The cheeks didn’t fail to blush beautifully. Yoongi then moved his eyes to the plump lips of Jimin’s which slightly open like it was anticipating something. "Oh . I ing hate you, Park Jimin." Yoongi said softly. He saw Jimin's sparkling eyes, and leaned closer. He lifted the younger by the chin carefully and put his lips on Jimin's slowly, but lovingly.

Jimin kissed the elder back gently. He closed his eyes to savour the kiss. Jimin always loved how Yoongi's thin lips felt on his plump ones. The taste was just incredibly sweet.

Yoongi pulled back after a while. "You always do that when I am mad, huh." Yoongi kind of whispered. "That's quite rude, you know. Interrupting which supposed to be a serious talk with your hyung. Through that enticing look of yours."

Jimin smiled warmly. "Don't be too mad about the number, hyung. I just want to match you, uhm- no, to complete you I mean. Like I’m covering for the day, and you’re the month--"

Yoongi rolled his eyes. It sounded like an attempt for cheesy explanation, and it’s failed completely. "It's a stage costume, Jiminnie. Not a couple outfit or s close to it."

Jimin caressed Yoongi's smooth cheek. "It's not the usual settled numbers though. We could decide it ourselves, hyung. So yea-"

"And among all numbers, You chose the same number as me." The blonde snorted.

"How can you be so sure that I was the one copying you, and not the other way around?" Jimin stopped caressing the soft cheeks of Yoongi’s and smirked.

"Because I told you right after I submitted my number choice, and at that time you clearly told me that you didn't submit yours yet." Yoongi couldn’t help but pinched the cutest cheeks in the world in front of him.

Jimin flinched cutely, and caressed his own cheeks. "Oh you were listening?"

"Hey. What do you mean? I always waste my precious time listening to the words you spill." Yoongi tried hard to sound annoyed which was failed.

"Well I didn't really know you did. You were attacking my face at that time, like a really hungry werewolf, just so you remember." Jimin flicked the slightly taller man’s forehead slowly.

"It looks like I'm about to right now. I'm just holding myself." Yoongi tightened his embrace on the younger’s waist.

"Why, hyung?" Jimin blinked.

"I'm mad at you, brat. It’s quite obvious isn’t it?" Yoongi didn’t know whether he threw the question for Jimin or for Yoongi himself.

Jimin only giggled by that question.

"Why did you choose that number?" Yoongi still needed an explanation.

"What's really matter about it anyway?" Jimin didn’t really answer the elder’s question.

"Well, you just made us getting more obvious. That's the matter." Yoongi put his forehead on Jimin’s. "I didn't really have enough savings for both of us if we were kicked off from this idol life when public found out." That supposed to be joking, but it sounded serious somehow. “Or the other possibility. Uhm- maybe we cannot continue this anymore-” Yoongi was scared by the thought.

"And you're the one who said that." Jimin smiled slightly and poked the pale cheeks in front of him.

Yoongi pulled his forehead back to get a better look at the shorter boy. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Jimin rolled his eyes, “If you could travel with a member, who would you like to travel with?” He smirked before continuing, “Jimin.”

Yoongi knew what the younger meant. Jimin just replayed some radio show where Yoongi couldn’t really control his answer. “Well, I couldn’t think of anyone else at that time.”

Jimin still smirked and continued, “If you could make a song for a member, who would you give it to?” He paused for a while then continued, “Jimin."

“That one’s kinda slipped.” Yoongi his lips which suddenly felt dry.

Jimin just didn’t finish yet, “Yoongi, who do you want to be paired with?” He looked at the rapper’s eyes and whispered into his lips, “Jimin.”

Yoongi remembered it was a question in one of fan sign events, where he wrote the answer himself for a fan, and he didn’t utter it. “Uhm and that one’s also slipped.” Yoongi reasoned. “From my hand.”

"Hyunggg.” Jimin whined. “You dragged us into public more than I did. And I could say that you were practically announcing about us. Don’t you realize that?" Jimin pouted cutely. Too cute for a man on his age. "Uhm well, I'm actually fine with that, hyung. I just, had a hard time to not to choose you too." He Yoongi’s soft locks gently. "Just let the public see that. Our twin numbers. I feel proud about that somehow." Jimin grinned widely. "They won't think about it too much I believe. We will be okay."

Yoongi looked at the younger’s eyes to search something doubtful and he couldn’t find it. It’s only truth, honesty, and hope. The blond-haired rapper sighed. He then leaned closer and pecked Jimin's forehead gently. "I get hard times resisting you all the time."

Jimin thought about Yoongi’s warm affection that he couldn’t freely get when there was someone else around the two. “Oh trust me. Me too, hyung.” Jimin pulled the elder into his tight embrace.

“Are you tired?” Yoongi asked worriedly.

Jimin pulled back for checking Yoongi’s face. He knew that Yoongi’s question was referring to their secret relationship. “Not even a little bit.” Jimin gave his reassuring smile.

Yoongi mirrored it with his warmest gummy smile. "I love you so much, Park Jimin." He pulled Jimin into his embrace because he just would never get enough of it.

Jimin's heart beat faster by the words. He could feel his face reddened. Jimin loved to hear it. Because those words simply stated that Jimin was the only one that matter for Yoongi. At least that’s how it sounded for Jimin’s ears. Jimin buried his face into Yoongi’s neck. “I love you so much-- more, Yoongi hyung.”

Yoongi smiled happily to those words despite the insecurity he could feel from the way Jimin said it. It made Yoongi want to protect the younger more. He gently and softly pecked Jimin’s fluffy brown-locks. It was scented like strawberries, and Yoongi smiled at how childish the younger’s choice of shampoo. Yoongi loved it though.

Yoongi didn’t really think any longer about what people would think of the same number on their jerseys’ backs. He wouldn't worry anymore about that. Yoongi wondered if anyone would ever notice those numbers were referring their anniversary date, which was on the third day of the third month; 03-03. Yoongi smiled by the thought. He inhaled Jimin’s strawberry scented-locks lovingly. Realizing how precious the younger for him. No, Jiminnie. I love you so much much more.

a/n: sorry, I know it's a total crap. But I still posted it anyway. Thank you for wasting your time reading this~ see youuu~ ^^