As the weeks pass by, Jimin finds himself thinking less about his friends questionable and very confusing relationship with a fetus, and more about his handsome Min Yoongi hyung. They sometimes see each other in the laundry room, sometimes in the grocery store, sometimes in The Pink Coffee Shop. But not nearly often enough.

Today it’s raining. Well, barely. It’s the lightest, and most annoying drizzle. Taehyung is off doing whatever, and Jimin is left in the apartment alone with nothing to do but mindlessly stare at the TV. The drama he’s watching is paused for a commercial break and he decides to make himself a snack.

When Jimin is walking back to the sofa, someone rings the doorbell. Thinking it might be Taehyung, Jimin doesn’t think about the fact that he’s wearing sweatpants, a really old and oversized tank top and that his hair is messy. Really messy and gross. Still chewing his carrot sticks, he opens the door, only to find that crazy neighbour Taehyung wouldn’t stop talking about. What’s his name again? Jung… Ho… Sik?

“Jung Hoseok here!”

Ah. Jung Hoseok.

“Um.. Hi.”

“Hi! I was just wondering if you or perhaps your friend would like to hang out.”

“Ehe… Taehyung kinda left me, so I wouldn’t mind some company.”

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