dumpling; yoonkookmin

𝗺𝘆 dumpling

«i paid, so the dumpling that's leftover is mine».

«i'm shorter, i need food to grow up».

squinting his eyes in disbelief, jungkook looked at his best friend and soon-to-be-boyfriend.

«you've been short all your life, it's not like a dumpling is gonna finally make you grow up. being as tall as a twelve-year-old is in your destiny. accept your fate and let me eat my dumpling».

jimin didn't hide how displeased he was by jungkook's enlightening consideration. he acted as if he was intelligent: his brain was probably as big as a peanut. or even better, it was more like a resin, all withered and dry. kinda disgusting. useless. tasteless. annoying.

«that's my dumpling. you ate some of my noodles which means that i deserve to eat the last dumpling. it's mine, hoe».

jungkook jumped to his feet. more than soon-to-be-boyfriend jimin was soon-to-be-dead.

«you dick-sized asshole, don't call me hoe!» he exclaimed, pointing his chopsticks to jimin's nose.

leaning on the chair, jimin scoffed and crossed his arms. he was growing annoyed at jungkook. first, he wasn't "dick-sized" at all, second, that was his dumpling and third, even if it wasn't his dumpling he deserved it, which made it his dumpling, anyway. he glared at jungkook through his blonde bangs and raised his chin, not giving in jungkook's drama-queen acting.

«that's mine. that is my dumpling» jimin snarled.

jungkook frowned, stomping his feet on the ground.

«you're always so greedy! why are you so fucking greedy? i just one dumpling!»

jimin grabbed his chopsticks and picked up the dumpling, raising it up between the two of them.

«listen. i want it and deserve it. you want it. unlike you, i worked today and i'm way too tired to hear you act like a big baby, so we're going to leave this here and decide who's going to eat it tomorrow. deal?»

jungkook whined, throwing his chopsticks on the table. jimin rolled his eyes. it was so childish of jungkook to never let him have the last dumpling and act as if jimin always ate everything. and he hates when he had to be the bigger person. why couldn't he whine too sometimes? he wanted that damn dumpling.

«how can i know that you won't eat it during the night?» glared at him jungkook, his gaze dark under his black hair.

«if the dumpling's not here tomorrow morning, we'll both buy more. and i'm not wasting money so you'd better wait tomorrow morning».

both jimin and jungkook looked at each, fire in their eyes, and went to their bedrooms without saying a word. jimin was going to eat that dumpling the next day. jungkook wouldn't have been able to stop him, that dumpling was his.

hi!

lil disclaimer: im Italian.
i have an italian profile here on wattapad but i wanted a place where i could write some short stories that i can't develop in italian - and where i could start from scratch, without any pressure to update my other stories.

if you're one of those few who came here from my italian profile - thank u for your support on here too. ly a lot.

i hope you'll enjoy this lil story, kisses!