shadows｡ yoonmin

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"Jiminie! I missed your lips." Taehyung yelled as he entered the café, causing the other people to turn their heads and look at him with raised eyebrows.

"Taehyung-ah!" Jimin whined. He walked over to him and smacked his arm. "Don't say that out loud."

"Why not? I want people to know how good your lips are so they'd get jealous because I'm the only one that can kiss them." He smiled widely, placing his hands on Jimin's waist and pulling him closer.

Jimin wrapped his arms around Taehyung's neck and pulled him down. He pecked his lips and let go, smiling up at him. "Did you eat?"

"Nope."

"Tae!" Jimin pushed his hands off of his waist. "I told you to specifically eat after you wake up." He frowned.

"That's why I'm here."

"What do you mean?"

"You'd make good breakfast."

"It's past breakfast hour."

"You'd make good lunch."

"Shut up. Go sit somewhere and I'll get you food."

"I was joking, I did eat. But it wouldn't hurt for more."

Jimin laughed as Taehyung went to look for an empty table. He found Yeonhwa and smiled at her. He sat across from her and started a conversation.

Jimin made some jam sandwiches and brought orange juice along to their table. He put it in front of Taehyung and told him to eat.

"Are you his mom or something?"

"You could say that." Jimin said, looking at Yeonhwa.

"More like daddy." Taehyung answered.

The other two rolled their eyes. "I'm gonna go continue working while you deal with this child."

"You just called me a child, you pedophile." Taehyung said.

"How am I a pedophile?"

"You're dating me and I'm supposedly a child. You're dating a child. Isn't that called being a pedophile?"

"If you wanna call it that, then be my guest."

"Holy shit, mind fuck."

"Okay, baby." Jimin laughed, leaving the two alone.

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Jimin picked up his dirty clothes after his shower and walked out of the bathroom, making his way to the laundry basket by the door. He looked around the room and noticed shirts and pants lying around, no doubt Taehyung's.

He got angry and threw his clothes on the floor, storming into the living room where the younger was playing video games.

"Taehyung-ah! How many times do I have to tell you to pick your clothes up and throw them in the basket?!"

"I'm sorry, I won't do that next time." He said, not even looking at Jimin.

"There will be no next time if you don't get off of the couch and pick your shit up right now."

"What's wrong with you?" Taehyung turned around and glared at Jimin. "You're being a dick."

"I'm being a dick? Maybe you won't have to go through my lecture if you do as I say!"

"Are you my mom? No, you're not!"

"I'm not your mom but I am your boyfriend! At least listen to me when I tell you to pick your stuff up because the room is getting dirty!"

"I said I'll do it, didn't I?!"

"Yeah, when? When I die?" Jimin crossed his arms. "You're not gonna sleep with me tonight."

"We both share this apartment, babe, which means that bed is both mine and yours." He smirked, pissing Jimin off even more.

"Fine then, you go sleep on that damned bed. I'm going out."

Taehyung realized how angry Jimin was and stood up. "Baby, wait—"

"Don't call me that." Jimin walked out of the apartment with his phone in one hand and bag in the other.

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