love me (me) [vkook/taegguk]

[part five] chapter eighteen - oof

"Maybe if you were a fair judge, I wouldn't have," Jimin chucks a pillow at Taehyung's face from where he's nestled into Vantae's side on the couch opposite Tae, "and you know that we're only supposed to use Hoseokie and Namjoonie-hyung as memes."

"Listen here, you jamless motherfucker–" Namjoon jokingly slams his hand on the coffee table in front of him, sending all the soju bottles atop it to go toppling in succession like dominoes.

Joon winces at the sight and at the sound of glass slamming against glass as everyone else immediately bursts into fits of laughter– Jimin wheezing and nearly tumbling over out of his seat if it weren't for V's hands reaching out to steady him.