jimin enjoyed giving piggyback rides to yoongi, just like he liked when jungkook gave piggyback rides to him. jimin liked yoongi. he liked his cat-like eyes, his button nose that was always flushed, and how his cheeks were so full he resembled a soup dumpling. but jimin liked jungkook too. he liked his bunny smile, his nose scrunches and his sweater paws. it was difficult and didn't feel right, but jimin liked both of them.
jimin loved jungkook, they had known each other for long, and he had fallen for him without even noticing. it just happened. yoongi had been in their life for only eight days, but he had made a mess of it and of jimin's feelings.
«jimin! slow down!» yelled yoongi, grasping his jumper and closing his legs between jimin's waist.
jimin laughed, running down the stairs with yoongi on his back.
«jimin!» protested yoongi, but he was soon laughing along, hiding his face in jimin's neck. «if we fall, it's your fault».
«we're not gonna fall! have faith in me, dumpling».
but the way jungkook was wandering around the living room with a chocolate bar in one hand and his phone in the other was enough to make jimin's prediction fail. jimin ha just turned the corner when he crashed against jungkook's chest. jimin's little to no balance was challenged, and he would have probably fallen on his back, crushing yoongi under his weight if it wasn't for jungkook's fast reflexes. jungkook grabbed jimin's sweatshirt and yoongi clung to him forcefully, taking his breath away.
«are you two stupid?» exclaimed jungkook, throwing his phone on the sofa.
jungkook had attracted jimin to himself by the sweatshirt and, in a matter of second, they were looking at each other flushed, chest on chest. since yoongi had arrived in their life, he and jungkook hadn't found each other that close unless they were having a nap. jimin's heartbeat quickened, his hands were gripping jungkook's t-shirt.
then when he was about to lean in jungkook, he felt a strange feeling of lightness that almost made him lose his balance again. only then he remembered yoongi.
«yoongi! sorry, it's all jungkook's fault for not looking where he goes, i wouldn't have almost fell otherwise» jimin laughed nervously, following yoongi who had stepped out of the room.
«it's okay, jimin. i'm... imma leave you and jungkook alone».
yoongi didn't turn to look at him when he spoke and jimin ran after him in the guests' room, the one he had been using. when he laid his hands on his shoulders, yoongi shrugged them off.
jimin looked at him, his chin trembling.
«yoongi, dumpling. don't worry, we want to stay with you» he said, trying hard to meet yoongi's gaze.
yoongi sat on the bed and kept on looking down, his face sad.
«jimin, it's okay. talk with jungkook».
with his heart aching at the sight of yoongi down like that for some reason unknown to him, jimin bent over on the floor, looking at him. he laid one hand on his knee, tilting his head.
«why don't you call me honey butt-cheeks any more?» he asked, actually concerned.
jimin liked that nickname yoongi had come up to him with. he liked the devilish smirk on yoongi's lips when he called him that. yoongi didn't look at him. his voice became thin, almost inaudible.
«maybe you don't like it... jungkook doesn't like daddy».
there weren't many things jimin was sure about, but he was sure he was going to kill jungkook for making yoongi that conscious of how he talked. jimin snorted, shaking his head.
«jungkookie is a bore! call me honey butt-cheeks, i like it!»
yoongi didn't answer to what jimin said, he just rose his shoulders as if trying to make himself small until he vanished.
«mh-mh. can you go? i want to stay alone».
jungkook looked genuinely scared when jimin walked out of yoongi's room pointing his finger at him. his hands trembled with anger. jimin despised when someone he knew and liked felt bad, and those who were the reason of his friends' hurt should have never crossed his path.
«what happened? he looks sad» jimin hissed, pointing his finger on jungkook's chest.
he might have been shorter than jungkook, but he surely was the one in command. jimin was the one no one should have made angry, the one whose friends should have never been hurt.
«he said he wanted to tell me a secret the other day. he looks down since he told me» jungkook backed away tentatively, but jimin walked forward, not leaving him room to escape.
«what are you waiting for? ask for this fucking secret!»
«but he told me one day-»
«now. he has to tell you now. go in that room and don't you dare come out unless he has told you.»
jimin would have accepted no refuse and jungkook, with his head down and hands in his pockets walked inside in yoongi's room. not sure if he should have eavesdropped on what they talked about, jimin spent some instants walking up and down the kitchen. he unconsciously started eating his nails and, when his heartbeat wouldn't slow down nor his curiosity would fade out, jimin reached the room's door with a stealthy step.
«yoongi, please. you'll feel better, i promise you» he heard jungkook whisper with a sweet voice.
there was a moment of silence, yoongi seemed to refuse to talk about his secret and jungkook's soft «please, yoongi» were all jimin could hear. then, as thin as air, yoongi's voice caught his attention. jimin's heart skipped a beat, his lips parted in surprise.
«i like you. you and jimin. i like you two».
jimin's heartbeat quickened again. his palms were sweaty. confusion dominated his mind. a mess of emotions he could not grasp. jungkook's voice came out insecure, shaky. jimin could tell something was up with him too, after yoongi's confession.
«maybe it's just cause you don't know many people... »
«i know the neighbours and i don't like them. they're nice, namjoon especially, but you two... i like you and jimin differently. you make me feel happy».
even if he was trembling, his legs made of jello and a stroke around the corner, jimin walked inside the room. yoongi's dark eyes went wide, and jimin had to breathe deeply to make sure his voice would come out.
«great. because i like you and jungkook».
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Fanfiction«but- i can't eat you!» «not with that attitude». in which jimin and jungkook, after arguing on who's gonna eat the last dumpling, go to bed just to find a naked guy on the table the next morning. and the dumpling is nowhere to be seen. II completed...
