Jimin plops onto the bed and he sinks into the softness of it. He unknowingly moans. It's has been since forever that he can lie down and enjoy it this much.    Jin walks out of the shower with his hair dripping and his upper body bares . Jimin takes a glance and smirk. Jin feels Jimin's eyes on him and turns to glare.    Jimin rests his head back, not saying anything.    With things not going well with Yoongi, sometimes Jimin finds comfort in Jin. It's nothing serious between them; they just like to flirt. And hands touching. And stuffs.     "Do you think…" Jimin starts, and then decides to drop it. Jin slips on a shirt he gets from the closet, and then a pajamas bottom he also gets from there. He unwraps the towel from his waist and throws it atop of Jimin.    "Do I think what?"   "Nothing."   "What is it, lovesick boy?"   "What?"   "Huh," Jin have a smug on his face. "You think I don't notice."   "Notice what, Jin?"   "Huh,"   "Stop making that sound!" Jimin throws the towel back at him but Jin dodges it easily. "Notice what? Tell me."   Jin shrugs. "You know what I'm noticing."    "No I don't,"   "Cute how you're trying to deny it." Jin ruffles his own hair a few times before he climbs onto the bed and lies down face first. Jimin turns to him too. "I notice you and Yoongi are fighting. By now, I think everyone notices it."   "Okay," Jimin takes a shaky breath. "I was just about to ask you… you know, do you think I should go talk to him first? Maybe he'll forgive me if I do."   "After your little jealousy stunt at the restaurant? I doubt it."   Jimin sighs. "I just don't want to lose to him, but at the same time I also don't want to lose him. It's hard for me, Jin. I'm not used to this kind of stuff."   "Maybe it's time to learn to." Jin gently pats Jimin's hair. "For someone who's been alive more than a century, you are quite innocent."   "I've been living like a turtle, only hiding in my shell." Jimin grabs Jin's hand and caresses it for a second before he lets go and turns to the ceiling. He imagines the night sky outside the window, imagines the stars are blinking on the ceiling right now. Where would the brightest star be?    Jimin squints one eyes.     Right here? If it is, what would it say? What would his brightest star tell him to do in this situation? Would she tell him to continue watching over her son and nothing else, or would she tell him to pursue his heart's desire?   "I think you should talk to him," Jin speaks after a long while of silence. Jimin sits up.    "Why now? You didn't think it's a good idea earlier."   "Stop trying to bring up my past. I don't live there anymore." Jin playfully punches Jimin's arm before he continues. "You should consider living in the present too,"   "…"   "If your actions prove you are not hung up on the past, I believe Yoongi will forgive you for whatever it is you did. After all, we're all only human. Mistakes are a part of our development. Unless you're a former dragon that are now living as a normal boy then I don't know."   Jimin's heart swell with actually admiration for the older male. No, not Taehyung's replacement, Jimin concludes, Jin is the brightest star of his own night sky.    Jimin shoots up from the bed and heads for the door. Before he leaves, he turns to Jin and flashes him a grateful smile. "Thank you so much."   Jin winks.    -   Jimin knocks twice on Yoongi's and Jungkook's door and waits. After a moment of rustling and bumping into things, someone opens the door. A sleepy Jungkook appears.    "...are we leaving again?"   Jimin's chest tightens at the question. He reaches over and smoothens Jungkook's bed hair.    "No, we're not leaving yet. I'm only here for Yoongi. Need to talk to him about something."   Jungkook yawns. "He's not here."   "Then where is he?"   "Out. He said he couldn't sleep."   "What? Did you forget what happened the last time he went out alone?"   "He said we can trust this place."   "What does he even know?"   Jungkook shrugs. "Probably something. If you two were still on good term, I guess he'd told you."   "I'm going to find him. You go back to sleep."   "Don't make a fuss." Jungkook calls after him but Jimin is already running out of the house. He can't live if something is to happen to Yoongi again.   When the front door slams shut, Jin steps out of his room and heads to Namjoon's. He waits in front of the door for a very long moment before he can muster up his courage and knocks.    Namjoon opens the door soon after with a confused look on his face that soon transforms into a fearful one. He hasn't expected Jin to be the one in front of his door in the middle of the night. "Yes, Seokjin?"   Jin takes another short moment—to breathe, to calm his racing heart, and to remind himself why he is standing here at this very moment. He's able to look at Namjoon, finally, "I decide to listen to my own advice and forgive you. I know, I'm such a saint."   Namjoon doesn't want to understand what he's just heard at first. He stares at his closest friend, brows furrow in puzzlement for a hint of joke on the other's face.   Jin continues quickly, "I don't live in the past anymore, so everything that had happened back then should stay there as well