Sub

The Bet

"Baby sub, I'm home!" Yoongi called as he entered the house.

He kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it up in the closet. "What do you want for dinner, mon amour?"

Entering the kitchen, he opened the fridge and scanned the items inside, mentally debating what to cook.

Namjoon came in, holding a large bag of chips that was now almost empty. He stuffed another handful into his mouth, crunching them loudly. "Dun' wan' dinner," he said with a mouth full. "Wan' deshert. Ice kreem."

Yoongi sighed, smiling fondly at his little brat. "Is this all you've eaten today?"

"And pancakes. And energy drinks." Namjoon shrugged, reaching into the bag for another handful.

Yoongi was faster and yanked the bag out of his boyfriend's grasp. "So, carbs and carcinogens are all you've ingested today?"

"Hey!" Namjoon whined, reaching for the bag. "Gimme!"

"Go wash up, lovebug." Yoongi rolled the bag up and put it away in the pantry. "Dom is making agnolotti del plin. That way you can get some veggies and protein in you."

Namjoon didn't know what that was, but he knew it was going to taste great. "And then ice cream after?" He asked hopefully.

Yoongi leaned in and kissed his baby's nose.

"Of course, my sweetheart."

Namjoon hopped up on the counter and 'helped' Yoongi cook by babbling about his day and drinking the white wine the dom was using as part of the recipe.

Yoongi was in the middle of sautéing the asparagus in garlic and butter when Namjoon's phone rang.

Namjoon dug it out of his pocket and checked the screen. "Boo. It's just Hoseok."

"Answer it, sub." Yoongi chuckled.

Namjoon stuck his tongue out but put the phone on speaker. "What do you want, 'Ba?"

"NAMJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONS!" Hoseok yelled, making Namjoon wince and hold the phone away from his head. "HOW'S MY FAVORITE DIMPLED BOY?"

"I'm the only boy with dimples who you know." Namjoon said, rubbing a finger over his ear to stop the ringing.

"YEAH, DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T ALSO BE MY FAVORITE."

"Why are you shouting?" Namjoon complained.

"I'M AT A BAR, IT'S NOISY. ALSO I AM OFF MY TITS DRUNK."

"Well shut up."

"Sub." Yoongi gave him a look.

Namjoon sighed. "You're not driving home, right?"

"No," Jungkook's voice came onto the line. "I am. I'm sober, don't worry."

"I'm here too." Jimin hummed.

"If he has two people to talk to, why did he call me?" Namjoon whined.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, JOOJOOBEAN. HEY WATCH WHAT I CAN DO."

There was the sudden sound of retching and both Namjoon and Yoongi winced.

"Did Hobi just throw up?" Yoongi called.

"Yeah." Jungkook sounded defeated. "I'll clean him up in the bathroom and take him home."

Jimin giggled as he took over the phone. "Sorry to disrupt your evening, Joon. Hey, did you ever talk to Yoongi about that thing yet?"

Namjoon quickly took the phone off speaker, but it was too late. Yoongi was looking at him with a frown.

"I gotta go." Namjoon muttered, hanging up.