#shibvmii

chaeyeon’s house is... comfortable. it’s literally his second home, especially considering he’s crashed ten thousand times on the stupid, half-blown air mattress by her bed and he has at least four shirts here (which he suspects she wears, but he’s not exactly mad about it). most days, though, he just takes his afternoons off on her bed, trying his best to catch up on legend of the blue sea. 

most times, she lets him, too, except today she wants to flip the channels because the story’s gotten too boring, and for some reason him threatening to never speak to her again if she changes the channel doesn’t faze her (which is upsetting, because losing contact with oh sehun is the worst thing ever!), so he ends up having to wrestle her for the remote like they’re stupid kids that can’t decide on one cartoon. 

he knows he probably shouldn’t be playing rough with her at this point considering he’s at least a head and a half taller than her and, like, way, way pointier as a person, but he does it anyway, reaching whatever bit of flesh he can get his hands on to prod and tickle her into relenting. 

one way or another, he finds himself straddling her lap, trapping her tiny wrists in one hold, and in his other hand is the remote, which had been pressed so many times that they were now watching the french news. his breathing is labored, but his face is nothing short of triumphant as he looks down at her.

He'd been cleaning his apartment for three days. Three.

It wasn’t even that messy; certainly not messier than any other busy but decently responsible young bachelor’s living space. Of course, if the girl any of the aforementioned guys were crushing on was planning on coming over to their apartment, they’d probably have been cleaning and re-cleaning it too.

It had been three days since Chaeyeon had invited him to collab with her on a dance routine and Jaemin had been stressing nonstop. It’s not that he doesn’t want to collab with her; of course, he does. It’s not that he doesn’t want to dance with her; he’s honestly been dying for the opportunity and is just too much of a coward to take the risk on his own. His stress and compulsive cleaning are no doubt because this is important to him, immensely so. It’s an opportunity that he can’t screw up so, of course, he’s extra worried that he will.

His stomach backflips when the door buzzes, but he’s been standing three inches from it for the past forty-five minutes (you know, just in case she was extra early). He reaches out to hit the door button but clenches his fist, forcing himself to count to five first so it’s not so obvious he’d been standing right there waiting. He forces himself to take a deep breath too and then, nerves as calm as they’re going to get, buzzes her in.

He pulls the door open to his apartment, leaning against the door frame and watching the bank of elevators across the hall. His apartment is too high up to use the stairs (if you’re sane) so when he sees an elevator begin to make its ascent, he holds his breath as it seems to very slowly travel nearer and nearer to his floor. Sure enough, it stops and the doors slide open and Jaemin can’t suppress the smile that immediately comes to his face when he lays eyes on her.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, smiling like a damn fool. “You didn’t change your mind about this?” His tone is teasing, as usual; playful and warm. He steps back, holding the door open for her so she can pass by him and enter. It’s rare that he has visitors; this is a special occasion, but he hopes, one of many to come.

Jimin is no stranger to taking risks. As an athlete, as an artist; his body is his instrument. If a painter breaks a paintbrush, he can easily buy another, but the tools Jimin uses are not so easily fixed if he ends up making a mistake. While he’s had his fair share of breaks and bruises, he’s never done anything that felt wrong in the moment. He may take risks, but they are calculated. He loves the feel of adrenaline in his veins, the surge of pride when he succeeds and inspires awe, but ultimately, he doesn’t want to get hurt.

But, here he is now, right outside of ‘Little Miss Sunshine’ herself’s apartment. HER APARTMENT. Where she lives. Jimin stopped himself from knocking again, leaning back against the wall and forcing a deep breath’s worth of air into his lungs. The nerves were getting to him. Back to that whole ‘not getting hurt’ thing. He definitely had not been calculating the risks during his most recent live Q&A when he ended up answering with complete honesty what fellow youtuber he’d like to go on a date with.

His response was downright bashful; cringe-worthy if you asked most of his male viewers, but of course, it exploded with his female viewers. Somehow...it hadn’t occurred to him that Sunhee would see it, or more accurately, that she would care. He went very quickly from thinking he’d be teased for a good few years by his friends and mutuals over that impromptu confession to the shock that came from her contacting him and asking if he wanted to collaborate on a video.