click. | yoonmin, taekook, namjin

the rescue.

a mini part two of the last one since I got a few requests :')

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The floor of the men's bathroom is no place for an injured youtuber.

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"So you're...in the bathroom right now. The men's bathroom."

"No. I'm in the women's bathroom," Yoongi returns with all the sarcasm he has left in him, sweeping his messy hair out of his face and rubbing his eyes. "Did you know they have hot pink toilet paper in here? That's sexist, don't you think?"

Jimin just ignores him. "You came down from the stairs, and now you have a twisted ankle," he continues.

"Yeah, but I can walk on it. I fell asleep, that's all. And I'm awake now, so I'll come up," he tells him, abandoning the sarcasm to start lifting himself onto his feet with a grunt.

But it seems that Jimin's got other plans, "Oh no you won't," he protests, and Yoongi hears the mattress squeak from his weight hurriedly leaving the bed. "You stay right there."

"Listen, Prince Charming, you don't have to come all the way down here to rescue my ass," Yoongi argues, lifting himself upright and hissing in both pain and annoyance when he lets all of his weight down and feels it in his ankle. Dammit.

"I heard that, Yoongi," Jimin scolds him. "Sit back down. What floor are you on?"

"Not gonna say," Yoongi tells him stubbornly. "I can get up there myself."

"Nope. No way. Floor number, or you're sleeping in the other bed when you get up here."

Yoongi clicks his tongue in annoyance. "The hell? I didn't even know there was another bed," he remarks, listening to the rustling of Jimin doing whatever he might be doing on the other line. He takes a short pause. "Why...is there another bed?" he asks eventually.

"Floor number, Yoongi," Jimin reminds him, not allowing him to stall.

From the way his voice sounds, Yoongi can tell he's on speaker phone, which most likely means he's dead serious about this whole thing because he's most likely getting dressed. Which sucks because Yoongi feels bad, but what is he going to do? Jimin has his mind made up.

Yoongi huffs, shaking his head in defeat, staring down at the tile floor. When the hell did he get all dominant like this? He must be mad at me. "I'm on the ninth floor," he mutters. "What are you even gonna do?"

Once again, Jimin ignores him."Love you. Stay there. I'll see you in a minute," he says.

"Wait-"

The line goes dead.

Yoongi sighs in exasperation, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. He should have known that Jimin would insist on coming to get him.

Oh well. All he can really do now is make sure he has all his stuff so it'll be less of a hassle.

He scans around for his bag and coat, finding them next to his hip. The odd things is that it looks as if someone has tucked them close to him.