LOSING GAME | VMIN

28. Don't scold him

Could it be that Taehyung had come to bother him again?

Jimin went upstairs with a black face and a plastic bag in his hand. Seeing that the lock of his home was intact, he felt a little relieved that he had not been forcibly pried away.

Opening the door and entering the room, the head Muffin lazily lifted his head from the cat's nest and let out a "Meow" sound as a way of greeting.

Jimin flew into the kitchen, cooked the bottom of the soup, and then put it on the small electric furnace to slowly heat it up. When the bottom of the soup was slightly bubbling, he put the freshly prepared cut beef, tribute pill, and all kinds of ingredients into the furnace.

The fragrance was diffused, and his stomach was growling.

While he was cooking the hot pot happily, the door was knocked twice by the sound of a bang.

He was a little surprised and covered the lid of the glass pot with the hot pot. Then he walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Outside the door stood Taehyung.

At this time, he was wearing a long black coat, inside which had not been changed yet, which made him look more and more sturdy and slender, and the proportion was perfect. His face was as cold as usual, but today, his eyes were staring at Jimin, and he had a different feeling.

"What are you doing here?" Jimin asked in a low voice.

Taehyung took two steps forward and said, "Let me in."

"Don't!" Jimin hurriedly stood in front of him and stopped him. "I make it clear. This is my home, not yours. You don't have the right to come in casually."

Taehyung's good-looking brows furrowed. "I've got something for you."

"You don't have to." Jimin pretended to smile. "Are you leaving or not? If you don't leave, I'll close the door directly."

Taehyung still did not move. "Uncle Carson asked me to bring it to you."

As he spoke, he raised the bag in his hand.

Jimin's lips curled up unconsciously and he went to get the bag, only to find that Taehyung was holding it tightly.

"What do you mean?" He squinted.

Taehyung's tone was still cold. "I've told you. Let me in."

The two of them stared at each other at the door for a long time. Finally, Jimin was afraid of embarrassment. "F*ck, come in."

As soon as they moved here, the neighbors upstairs and downstairs were not familiar with each other, so they didn't want them to feel that there was a strange person living in this room.

Taehyung seemed to be satisfied with the smile on his lips. He closed the door and went into the room. When he saw the situation in the room, he said with dissatisfaction, "Do you live in such a small place?"

Jimin didn't care about what he said. He walked to the table alone and sneered, "You're really the Young Master of the Kim family who doesn't know the sufferings of the world. How big is the house that I need to live alone? It's funny."

Taehyung was ridiculed by Jimin, but he didn't say anything. He also went to the table and sat down.

"Have you taken a seat?" Jimin's eyes widened. "Put down your things. You can leave now."

As if he didn't hear what he said, Taehyung took out the things in the bag.

The tonic was filled with thermos cups, as well as all kinds of medicine meals bought in the shop.