But where will Jimin go? He won’t sleep on the sofa, because he knows it’ll hurt his back. Not only would it not also be extremely awkward, but Taehyung would make fun of him. To put it simply, Jimin’s just gonna stay the away from the apartment.

He could stay with one of his neighbours. Not Mr Kang and Bruno. Not Mr Min and his rude and judging expression he always seems to wear. Maybe the lady on their floor? Maybe that Hoseok on floor six?

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“Um… H-Hi. My name is Park Jimin. Maybe you remember me? I live on floor twelve. I was, um, just wondering if I could maybe… Sleep here? Just for tonight?”

Could you be more awkward? Jimin mentally curses himself.

“Why here?”

“B-Because you um…” Why here? Because no one else opened the door. “Because you work nights! I can sleep here while you're working!”

Mr Min brings a hand to his forehead. “Can you please not scream?”

Jimin’s smile instantly falls. “S-Sorry.” And then silence. Awkward silence. Jimin cle