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Jimin lets out a frustrated sigh as the door knocks again. The rain beating against his window hasn’t gotten much better in the last few hours and the house is cold so leaving his cocoon of blankets is really the last thing on his priority list.
The door knocks again.
He can’t help but judge whoever it is standing outside his door at this time. He doesn’t recall ordering pizza and it’s too late for it to be the mailman. That leaves.. a crazy person out to kill him?
With a third knock Jimin musters enough strength to roll himself out of the couch, falling with a thud to the floor and slowly crawling forwards until he’s shed all blankets except one.
Proceeding past the kitchen he grabs a spoon off of the counter just in case as he gets ready to open the door.
What he did expect was the wind hitting him full force and the rain instantly beginning to soak through his clothing drop by drop. However what he doesn’t expect is to see is his asshole next door of a neighbor who insists on blasting music past midnight and never cares for his garden, giving their entire neighborhood a bad image.
The man is soaked, leather jacket hanging heavy on his body as his blonde hair desperately clings to his head and he’s shaking so aggressively it hurts Jimin to even look at him. His head is lowered in shame and his bony fingers closed into tight fists hanging tensely at his side as he stutters out a ‘please let me in’.
And Jimin does. He might already dislike the guy but he’s not about to judge someone he’s never properly met before based on a few bad habits they might have and he’s definitely not gonna leave them stranded when they’re clearly in need. It’s always good to have a few favors as backup anyways.
He widens the door and pulls his neighbor inside, cringing as water drips down his arm from where he took a hold of the others jacket and then closes the door behind them both.
“How long were you out there even? You’re freezing.” Jimin blurts, as his hand brushes against the others and he quickly begins to peel the tight jacket from the man, only stopping as the other makes a small sound of protest. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles out, forcing himself to take a deep breath and think about what to do properly.
He settles on leading the other to the living room after he has taken off his shoes and then retrieving dry clothes from his own room for the man who is still just awkwardly standing there clinging to his jacket as Jimin re-enters the living room.
“You can-.. borrow. these.” Jimin says as he places the clothes down on the sofa table in front of the man and then takes in the way his entire body is dripping. “Actually let me get you a towel first.. Yea.”
He scurries over to his bathroom and takes one of the dry towels off the rack before returning to find his neighbor has now managed to remove his jacket, having enough decency to backtrack to the hall and drop it on the stone tiles there instead of the wooden floor in the living room, and is now looking at Jimin clad in only a white t-shirt and skintight jeans clinging to his fragile body.
“Fuck.” Jimin mumbles under his breath, quickly tossing the towel to the man. “Who even wears that few layers this time of year and expects not to freeze? Hurry up and change or you’ll get sick. Should I make you some coffee?” Jimin rambles as he gets his blanket from the hallway and wraps himself in it again before walking to the kitchen, listening to the shuffling from the living room again.
“Yes.. please. That would be nice.” The man responds, voice raspy and weak and it’s almost that Jimin doesn’t hear him.
But he does. And he prepares a cup of coffee, grabbing the milk packet and the small sugar bowl as he walks towards the doorway again, hesitating and calling out a small ‘You done?’ to which he gets a hum of approval in response.
As he enters the living room he finds his neighbor standing there once again, but this time his hair is damp rather than dripping and instead of tight clothes he has an oversized hoodie whose arms fall over his hands and a pair of gray sweatpants offering his body some type of warmth.
“You’re allowed to sit down y’know?” Jimin smiles as he places the coffee down on the table in front of the man now sitting in the sofa and staring down at his lap. “I didn’t know what you wanted so you can add however much milk and sugar you want.” Jimin lowers his voice steadily until he practically whispers, not really willing to break the silence as he then walks over to the hallway to pick up the wet clothes and goes to hang them up.
When he gets back his neighbor is wrapped in a blanket, legs pulled up to his chest and cup tightly held between his hands as another source of warmth. Jimin has to stop himself from cooing at how small the man looks, amazed at how different he is from the person Jimin had imagined to be living next door.
Jimin sits down in an armchair across from the sofa and takes his time to properly take in the features of the other man; his bleach blonde hair slightly darkened from the dampness, the multiple earrings dangling from his ears, the eyebrow piercing now visible as his fringe has been pushed aside, the tattoos on his hands peeking out from under the hoodie arms...
The softness and vulnerability in his eyes as he looks up from his cup to lock eyes with Jimin and it’s as if the world temporarily stops.
He feels a blush creep onto his face and internally scolds himself as both soon look away and the other clears his throat, shuffling around a bit.
“Thank you.” Jimin hears faintly and lets out a small ‘Huh?’ Despite himself. This causes the other to raise his voice ever so slightly and try again.
“Thank you. For-. Letting me in and getting me dry clothes and just everything.” The voice dies down towards the end but this time Jimin knows he isn’t hearing things and he offers the other a genuine smile.
“I’d have wanted this if I had been in your situation so I think it’s only fair I help you out.” Jimin pulls his legs to his chest, unintentionally mirroring how the man across from him is sitting. “I never caught your name by the way.”
“Yoongi.” The man blurts almost immediately, clearing his throat and looking away in what seems like mild embarrassment before trying again. “My name is Min Yoongi.”
“Well Min Yoongi, it is a pleasure to meet you. I’m Park Jimin-” His voice dies out as Yoongi mumbles his name in unison with him, offering another small awkward smile afterwards.
“I-. I know. You’re quite popular around here.”
Jimin, slightly taken aback but not at all complaining, hums in response from lack of anything to say.
After a while of just sitting in silence, Yoongi sipping on his drink as Jimin fidgets, the quiet is broken as Jimin can no longer suppress his curiosity.
“I hope it’s not rude to ask why you couldn’t return to your own home tonight? You do live next door after all so I’m slightly surprised you’d choose to show up at my door instead.”
At this, Yoongi sinks into the hoodie, his shoulders tensing and lips pursing. “Idroppedmykey” he mumbles and Jimin is left no choice but to lean forwards and raise his eyebrows in a silent question mark.
Yoongi clears his throat and says it again, this time making a bit more sense. “I dropped my key.”
Looking mildly embarrassed he contemplates for a while before continuing to explain. “I was meeting with a friend and came home later than expected and only realized outside my door I didn’t have my key anymore and I didn’t know where to go and you were the closest option.”
Jimins eyes widen before his expression relaxes into a soft smile. “Well I’m glad you’re not still stuck in the rain. Do you wanna stay overnight then?”
He can’t tell for sure but he’s almost certain a light blush covers the others pale cheeks as he averts his gaze. “If that isn’t too much of a bother to you though I would really appreciate it.”
“I have a spare room. It’s no problem at all.” Jimin stands up to go set up the extra bed when suddenly thunder strikes outside and a light whimper is drawn from Yoongis lips as he startles at the sound.
“The storm is worse than I thought.” Jimin thinks to himself before turning to walk away. “I’ll go set up your roo-“
“Wait.”
Startled by the weakness and wavering in the voice, Jimin quickly turns back to Yoongi again.
“Please don’t-. Please don’t go.”
Another thunder strikes and the man pulls the blanket closer around him, shrinking into a small ball and hiding from the world as the room flashes with lightning, room being swallowed by shadows reaching for them almost desperately, burned into memory beyond the split second they were given.
Seeing the bundle of blankets start to shake Jimin quickly snaps out of his trance and rushes towards the couch “Heyheyhey it’s alright.”
His hands float around uncertainly before carefully patting the other's shoulder through the blanket, internally cringing at how the attempt at a comforting gesture makes the other jump. Despite that he slowly puts his hand down more firmly, beginning to rub up and down his back and arm in a soothing rhythm to calm him down.
“I’m not going anywhere alright?” He shifts to move a few pillows around to make them both more comfortable and then leans back, continuing to soothingly rub the others back who is still hiding under the blankets.
Eventually after a while of feeling the body under his hand jump or jolt at every loud noise the breathing calms down and soon the body lays relaxed against the back of the couch, breathing calmed as the blanket slips off his head allowing him to breathe properly.
Jimin stands to lay the body down on the couch more comfortably and then sits down next to it, leaning his head against the cushions and drifting off himself.