Jimin walks into his home soon after Yoongi drops him off, biting at his lips as he subtly glances out of the window while the older man drives off. The house is quiet for the most part, he guesses his parents must have fallen asleep some time ago, as well as his little brother, he sighs. Was it wrong to be feeling these things? He couldn't quite answer that yet. Of course, he felt guilty for thinking the things he did about Hani's older brother, but he just couldn't help it.   He eventually makes it to his room where he drops down as dead weight onto the soft, cold surface of his bed, he liked Yoongi's bed more- no, Jimin. No thinking like that. This wasn’t right.  The brown-haired male groaned in distress as he twisted over onto his stomach, burying his face into the covers of his bed. Why was this happening now? Honestly. Like, what had he ever done for this to be happening to him? (Maybe he kicked a puppy in a past life- yeah, that would entitle him to this torture). Either way, he had considerably sobered up during the car ride, obviously. How could he have tried to get Yoongi to touch him in that way while his sister, Jimin's own girlfriend, was out? The thought caused another slightly muffled-from-the-blanket groan to spill past his lips. Jeez, was he really that much of a horrible person? His girlfriend's older brother- oh god!  ---  Yoongi lets out a long, held back breath as he steps back into his house, kicking his shoes off as he plops down onto the couch and