More Than Friends | JJK 18+

seven⭒❃.✮:▹leave your friendly fire at the door, or I will slam it in your face

A few weeks had passed, and Yumi sat at the bar with a Cosmopolitan in hand. 

She was talking to the bar owner whom she was well acquainted with; Min Yoongi. Veritably, he and Yumi met in her first year of college. He was quiet until he opened up, and when he did, God. Yumi hadn't found a way to shut him up. 

He was the perfect choice for a bar owner. In his spare time, he would tend the bar and make conversation with patrons. Truly, Yumi thought he thrived in the business. He had done great for himself, and although she was stingy with compliments, she let him know every now and again to keep his ego satiated and all that.

He was young, but four years older than Yumi, coming up to a whopping twenty-five years old. 

"How is it?" He quirked a brow, his gummy smile on display. "It's good, isn't it? New blend."

She looked at Hoseok who sat beside her on the bar stool, and they exchanged an amused glance.

Yoongi caught it, immediately pressing, "If it's not good, I won't sell it. Just tell me."

"That's not it," Hoseok chuckled. "Your excitement is cute."

Yoongi's cheeks turned a dark shade of red. 

Yumi hid her smile into a sip of the drink, saving poor Yoongi from responding to Hoseok as she said, "It's delicious, Yoon. You should sell it tomorrow at happy hour. You know, gauge the reactions when it's at a cheaper price because more people will buy it."

"A true businesswoman," Hoseok praised with his usual cheerful laughter, clapping Yumi on the back. "I keep telling her to come work at my office, but she won't do it."

"I hate the idea of it," she groaned. "All stuffy and lifeless. I swear to God, the very souls are sucked out from office workers."

"You could do outreach marketing," he bribed for the second time that month. "It's not as boring as other things." 

"But still boring," she refuted. "Besides, when I make my own video game, I'll outreach market then. Don't outreach market burn me out now."

He laughed, shaking his head as he took another sip of his drink. "Well, I'll help with your marketing when the time comes because I'm a good friend."

"Are you saying I'm not a good friend because I won't work in your stuffy office?"

He hummed. "Something like that."

She shot Yoongi a look. "Can you believe him?"

Yoongi was still a bit red, and he waved them off, turning away and muttering, "I need to wipe down the counters."

While he walked away, Yumi shook her head with a sigh. "Hoseok, leave the poor man alone."

"What?" he replied good-naturedly. "Friendly fire."

"It's not friendly fire if he looks like a fucking beet afterward."

"Beets are cute."

"Jung Hoseok."

"What?" he returned innocently. "Come on. You've got to admit how cute he looks when he gets like that."

"I swear to God," she muttered. "You and Jungkook with your friendly fire."

"Oh?" He was intrigued. "Jungkook flirts with Yoongi?"

"No," she groaned. "Jesus, Hobi. Your beet is safe from Jungkook's friendly fire."

He showed a cheeky grin. "I'm protective of my beet."

"Lord help us all."

He swiped his thumb around the rim of his glass. "Sounds like Jungkook's friendly fire got your panties in a twist."