dumpling; yoonkookmin

𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 dumpling?

jimin wobbled down the stairs, scratching his head. he was still sleepy and struggled to keep his eyes open as he walked into the kitchen. not sure if it was because of his sleepiness, jimin thought he could hear someone talking next-door as if someone was there in their house with jungkook. when jimin stepped in the kitchen he froze, widening his eyes as he turned around to look behind him and then again in the kitchen, ambling in the room.

jungkook was standing there, eyes on the table where a naked guy was sitting casually. when their eyes met, the naked guy whistled.

«wow daddy, who's honey butt-cheeks?» jungkook turned around to discover jimin had just entered the living room. «hola pretty ass, how you doin'?»

jimin stopped in his tracks, wide eyes on the guy who's sitting on the table and mouth hung open in surprise.

«pretty ass's shy, isn't he? look how cute you are! hey, daddy material, what's honey butt cheeks name?»

jimin's gaze could have burned a hole through the naked guy's skull. honey... butt cheeks? daddy? if he was speechless, trying to figure out how and why a naked guy was in their kitchen table, jungkook looked traumatized.

«hey, your mouth gon catch flies if you don't close it» the naked guy went on, scooting to the edge of the table. «by the way, i'm... dumpling. and i'd love if one of you handed me some clothes. i know i'm beautiful, but isn't it too early for us to be walking around naked?»

«how did you get here?» asked jimin, genuinely concerned.

they needed to upgrade their security, that guy had to be some kind of drug-addict. dumpling, no one had that as a name.

«honestly? i have no idea, baby. i just woke up on this table, isn't it strange? i can't even remember my life before today, it's astonishing...» dumpling looked confused as well, jimin asked himself what he had smoked. «honey cheeks can you bring me something to cover myself up?»

jimin hummed, still confused by what was happening. jungkook looked at him. he wanted to beg him not to leave him alone, and jimin sighed.

«you go. imma stay here with... dumpling» jimin walked up to the table, hearing jungkook's fast footsteps.

he was freaking out and jimin could understand him. he sat on the chair, looking at the naked stranger on his table.

«your name's really dumpling?» he asked.

the guy's black eyes met his and jimin asked himself why he looked so... sane. jimin would have bet he was a crack addict or something of that sort, but he looked healthy. his skin was of a pearl-like colour, his eyes sparkled and his voice was soft. dumpling shrugged.

«i guess so? wasn't i a dumpling just last night?»

«your face does kind of resemble a dumpling...» murmured jimin, too confused to grasp what was actually happening. «but how can a dumpling become a man?»

dumpling looked at him, his stare blank. he looked like he knew just as much as jimin, if not less than him.

«don't ask me honey cheeks» dumpling huffed, tilting his head. «can you tell me what are your and your friend's name? unless you want me to call you daddy and honey cheeks».

jimin nodded slightly. jungkook's footsteps were back, jimin turned around to look at him. he had picked up a pair of boxers and... jimin's clothes. they needed to have a talk.

«he's jungkook, i'm jimin» jimin looked as dumpling got on his feet. when he noticed how he wobbled, as if he was surprised by how being on two feet felt like, he asked himself if that could have really been his dumpling. before he could give in those thoughts, he had something to ask him. «i'd like to know why i ain't daddy, though. why is jungkook daddy and i'm not?»

as he slid jimin's sweats up his slim legs, dumpling looked at him as if jimin had just asked something unbelievably stupid.

«it's easy. he's more muscular than you, he looks like a god. you look cute, jimin. you're cute and with a pretty ass».

jimin squinted his eyes at him. he liked the compliment — he was more than aware of how pretty his ass was — but he still didn't like how he wasn't daddy and the feeling of uncertainty he felt. dumpling seemed okay. he was actually growing on him quite easily, but how he ended up in their house was still quite confusing.
as if to voice his concern, jungkook spoke up.

«so your name's dumpling, you wobble cause you've never walked and somehow you ended up on our table where our dumpling was?» asked jungkook whose voice trembled slightly. «believing you smoke crack is way easier than believing this».

dumpling got back on the table. he swung his legs a couple of times and adjusted the long sleeves of jimin's sweatshirt up his arms. he didn't look surprised by their questioning, he just looked confused, as if he had the same exact questions to be answered.

«i know it must seem strange, but it's true. everything else's just like you two left it yesterday, isn't it? this means i did not intrude here in any way. oh, and i'm sorry for your dumpling, but now you have me» the now dressed guy raised his hands, smiling at them. «but hey, it could have been worse. at least i'm hella cute, look at me. have you seen my body? ain't i pretty bomb?»

«it takes a cute face too to be cute,» said jimin, still looking at him.

«face? oh... my... my face, right» dumpling brought his hands to his face as if to feel it and be sure he had one. «do i have a cute face? i must have a cute face, it has to be cute. is it cute?»

jimin looked at him, then he looked at jungkook. they were both thinking the same thing, he knew it. they wanted their edible dumpling back, what was happening was absurd and, even worse, dumpling had a cute face.