filler.

there's yoongi's apartment in the media. the part of the room that isn't seen, just pretend that there's a desk with a computer and a bunch of equipment for music. and a kitchenette.

"i'm being serious," yoongi smiled, earning a slightly intoxicated giggle from jimin, who watched as yoongi fumbled for his apartment door's keys.

"well, hyung," jimin said, "just remember to save before printing next time. maybe then, this project will be easier." he chuckled.

what? expecting something else?

perhaps the hot, steamy accidental sex? by now, yoongi would've been littering jimin's neck with pretty hickies, grinding against him with the younger's back to the wall, or maybe something even worse... rather, better.

well, that was the thirty-fourth item on the list of things yoongi thought that would happen after asking jimin a question that he sort of worded out wrong.

no, really. he genuinely did want jimin and him to leave that place, as the incident with the stranger was absolutely unexpected, and yoongi did notice numerous eyes wandering over at jimin's wonderful ass situated in those nice looking pants (they were still in their work clothes, though yoongi had to admit-- the clothes did look wonderful on jimin).

(work clothes = jimin's clothes in DOPE, obviously)

so, yeah. on their way to yoongi's place, they ended up talking about yoongi's little music hobby, jimin getting excited over getting to hear bits of it and all. the two were a bit tipsy, but it was not so much to the point where they'd do anything stupid. so, don't get your hopes up.

yoongi unlocked his door, immediately switching on the lights and walking through the small hallway. jimin followed behind him, passing by two doors (one of which he assumed was the door to yoongi's bedroom and the other probably a bathroom) and stepping into the small living room.

well, living room... the first thing that jimin took notice of was the small piano next to the bookcase. it was pure white, looking very clean. jimin watched as yoongi switched on the lamp that was nearby one of the seats. there were two seats, to be exact, a red and a green one-- jimin simply liked the aesthetic going on, he decided, as his eyes roamed over to the other end of the room. there was a desk occupying one area, a laptop sitting on its surface, along with a good quality looking microphone, and other equipment that looked like they were used for making music. there was a kitchenette as well, a small white fridge included, its counters spotless and satisfyingly clean.

jimin's head turned towards yoongi when he heard the older say, "go ahead and sit," and so jimin did, taking a seat on the red one, looking around as he heard yoongi going through his own fridge. "want anything?" yoongi yelled from the kitchenette.

"nah, i'm good," jimin replied. he could still feel the alcohol affecting him, though he could handle it. yoongi shrugged, walked over and plopped down onto the other seat, leaning back comfortably against the green cushions. jimin, once more, took notice of the piano in the room. "you play?" he looked towards yoongi with a curious expression.

yoongi groaned as he ran his fingers through his dark hair, "sort of." he looked at jimin. "a hobby too, actually. besides the music making."

"cool--" jimin remarked.

"yours?" yoongi accidentally interrupted, gulping afterwards.

"mine?" jimin asked, looking at yoongi with a small, bemused smile.

"your," cough, "hobbies." yoongi replied, mentally slapping himself for being so awkward.

"oh," jimin laughed, "well, when it comes to music... i really liked singing before."

"before?"

"i still like it, but i'm not so confident with my voice. i guess at the moment, i like dancing a bit more. but i'm still a sales department worker, so," he shrugged, "i don't have the moves i used to have."

yoongi smiled a bit.

and their conversation branches into a half an hour long one, neither of them taking much notice of how the night's progressed into somewhere near midnight.

the conversation's nearly come to an end when jimin laughs at yoongi's clever statement, afterwards realizing something.

"ah, wait," jimin began, "i was wondering if you could let me listen to some of your music?"

the perfect timing.

"oh? um," yoongi scratched the back of his head. he felt a bit "i would, really, but you know, as it's sort of in the middle of the night and i... i haven't replaced my broken headphones and all... so we have to play it without headphones and my, uh, my music is sort of... loud? i don't know if you like loud music but... how about tomorrow?" he cleared his throat, "i'm sorry, i--"

"sure!" jimin grinned.

"what--"

"just give me your number?" jimin suggested. "text me your address tomorrow and all. i may forget it and stuff."

"oh." yoongi coughed. "oh, sure... um--" he went over to his computer desk, scrambling for a piece of paper.

at the end of the night, he notices how much of a mess he is when around jimin.

he's definitely okay with that.

i'll update again later bc double update, just wanted to get this part out.