Jimin, still clinging to Jin, let out a quiet sniffle or at least he thought so. Jin looked down at him. He couldn't see because Jimin's face was buried in chest. "Are you crying?" he softly whispered as if someone was going to hear them. Jimin didn't respond. This signaled Jin that he certainly was. His long arms wrapped tighter around the younger. Jin didn't know how the other felt. Not because Jimin didn't communicate his feelings but because Jin had never experienced what Jimin was at the moment. He felt useless, but he would do his best to help. Letting the younger go he stated, "I don't want to leave you alone without Hoseok," at the sound of his boy's name Jimin noticeably flinched, "Would you like to reside with Joonie and I? I mean...until you feel better? You've been lifeless for ten days. That's a sign to me that you need to be watched after." With raised eyebrows and widened eyes, Jimin had forgotten he had practically disappeared. To his defense, there was no one or nothing to remind him to resume to life. With Hoseok gone, there was nothing to do. He doesn't have a job and there was no school due to summer break. Hoseok had been taking care of the bills lately. His job as choreographer had been enough to sustain their lifestyle. Jimin knew he couldn't stay in the studio alone. His thoughts would consume him. 

   "Okay. Thank you, hyung. I'm grateful to have you, I really am." Jimin spoke in the older's chest. Jin let out a sigh of relief. "Okay go pack whatever you need." 

After walking the short distance in the light drizzle from Jimin's and Hoseok's to the other's house, they halted in front of the wooden door. "I don't know if Namjoon is here but please bare with us if you see something unwanted." And with that Jin's slowly opened the door. Namjoon was seen directly ahead in the kitchen. Jin had blushed at the sight of his boyfriend in nothing but boxers. The noise of the door closing had alarmed Namjoon, causing him to turn around. "Jinnie you can't go around scaring me like that!? Remember I'm aging just like you," he causally joked, "Oh, Jimin," Namjoon shuffled awkwardly, "I'm j-just going to go change," exiting quickly with a blush creeping onto his neck.

   "Aish, I'm sorry. I didn't notify Joonie that I would arrive home with you." Jin crossed his arms. "We'll let me take you to your room." Leading him to the left, Jin opened one of the first doors to a nice room decorated in nothing but white. "Okay so...Jimin-ah you're allowed to stay here as long as you need to. As long as you need, okay." the elder insisted. "If you're worried about the rent at your studio the please tell me or Joonie, alright?" He then patted the younger's head and then let a warm smile appear. Namjoon entered the room dressed in all black. 

   "So Jiminie what brings you to our house?" asked Namjoon, linking his hands with Jin. The eldest dug his nails into the other's joined hand. 

   "He'll be stayin-"

   Jimin interrupted, "It's okay Jin hyung," assured the youngest, "Hoseok-ah left for a bit. I wouldn't like to be alone at the moment, so I don't hope you mind me residing with you two for awhile?" fiddling with his fingers, Jimin looked down shyly. "This kid, of course it's okay!" Namjoon flashed one of his signature dimpled-smile. Jimin felt relief wash over him, the other two noticed. 

"Have either of you two eaten breakfast?" Jin asked with obvious concern in his voice. Both answered with a head-shake signaling no. "We'll what kind of hyung would I be if I didn't provide for my beloved dongsaengs? I'll go make us something to eat." Exiting, Jin let go of Namjoon's hand.

   "He's such a umma," giggled Jimin. "I know, I know," Namjoon gushed.

A week had passed. Jimin had quickly grown accustom to the household. The olders had to work nearly everyday from early mornings to the late afternoons. Everyday he would try to make himself useful. Always attempting to clean the kitchen and bathroom, do the dishes, water Jin's plants (to his surprise they were fake), etc. The other two had not made any hints as to him finding a job. Jimin really wouldn't bother until one of the two would ask. Plus he is the dongsaeng of the house, for now. How could they resist spoiling the younger? Jimin felt content at the house, everyday there was food served for each meal of the day. Jin would wake early in the morning to prepare breakfast and lunch for all three of them. Jimin liked it because he didn't even ask, Jin just did as he pleased. As for dinner Jin would cook whatever was available. Sometimes he would concoct a weird formula. Surprisingly it would end up satisfying. The couple would arrive home at the same time. They carpooled to and from work. Jimin couldn't help but think of the two kissing each other goodbye and hello, like an old couple. The thought of it was so cheesy to him. But he wasn't wrong. When the two would walk into the house, they would smother each other in affectionate tiny pecks and horrible pick up lines. It happened every time they came home.

The worst Jimin heard was a terrible Pokémon one. 'Do you wanna battle? Because my balls are ready!' Jimin nearly fell over laughing at the terrible line. "Yo-you two are so gross!" laughed Jimin. He saw a blush consuming Jin's face. The two gave him a tiny glare. "You just don't understand us," defended Jin. "Oh, sure I do. You two are such an embarrassingly affectionate bundle." Jimin belted, his laugh increasing in volume. 
   "Yah! Do you want dinner?" interjected Namjoon. Jin hit Namjoon on the back of his head. "Don't talk to Jimin-ah like that!" scolded Jin. "Okay, okay, sorry." sighed Namjoon. This caused Jimin to lose it and collapse on the floor in a fit of laughter.

Jimin didn't mind their affection in front of him. Their presence made him feel less lonely. His thoughts wouldn't drift over to Hoseok. That would only happen when he would be left alone. It still stung. Jin had not mentioned finding Hoseok. Jimin really didn't want to question it. He still had faith in him.

Over the course of the week that passed, Jimin would hear the other two talking to each other in hushed voices. He hadn't been able to make out what their secretive conversations were about, only bits and pieces. None of them made sense but Jimin once heard the mention of Yoongi and Hoseok throughout the whole conversation. It unsettled him. Then again, Jimin didn't question it. He was so tired of disappointment. He was starting to become unaffected by nearly everything. Jin and Namjoon had noticed. They were an observant bundle. Jimin knew that, but he hoped per chance they wouldn't notice his decrease in reaction. He was trying his best to not burden the two even more. 

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