Writing About Love

Finale

Jimin smiled at the scene that greeted him when he walked through the door with an overexcited Taehyung. Yoongi and Namjoon were both asleep among the piles of boxes that littered every room in the apartment. Since Jimin was invited to Tae's last session with his doctor, the other two had agreed to start the boxing process for the move into Jin's place. It had been three long weeks of travelling back and forth between houses and the hospital and both of the sleeping boys were almost always along for the ride, eager to help in any way.

"Mine's cuter." Jimin could hear the smirk in Taehyung's voice without even sparing a look away from Yoongi's peaceful face.

"I call bullshit." Yoongi's hair was stuck up in a cute fashion and his lips were in a pout. It was the cutest thing Jimin had ever seen. Until his eyes opened. Jimin scrambled to look as though he were doing anything else besides staring but he had already been caught.

"I know I'm hard to resist but wake me up next time you plan to admire me." Jimin scoffed, even as his face flamed into a very noticeable blush.

"You don't need the ego boost." Yoongi shrugged and closed his eyes again.

"At least I'm not as bad as Jin."

"I heard him talking to himself last night in my room! He thought I was asleep and found a mirror in the bathroom!" Taehyung was even more dramatic than ever, flinging his hands around until one smacked into a box and toppled the whole stack. "Oops."

"I knew I should've slept earlier." Namjoon's head appeared from over the back of the couch and Taehyung sprinted over to him, leaping over all the obstacles in his way.

"But then you would've missed time with Jin oppa." Namjoon flinched at the name.

"Why do you say weird shit like that?"

"Because it makes you uncomfortable. Jin doesn't even bat an eye anymore. It's not fun." He pouted to emphasize his words and Namjoon put a hand over his mouth.

"If you ever insinuate anything between us and cause things to get uncomfortable I'll personally rip your balls off." The door slammed shut and they heard a chuckle.

"Nice to know you protect me so well." He tossed the keys on the table above both of their heads and walked into the kitchen, continuing his conversation with Jungkook in a lower tone.

"See, not even phased." Taehyung scooted forward without getting up and pinned Jimin with a look.

"How far do you think I can push Jungkook?"

"In which direction?" Jimin pretended to contemplate.

"Any. I'll break him before the move is settled."

"Hey, lovebird. Don't you think it's a bit early into the relationship to move into his house?"

"It's Jin's house."

"Jungkook had a room there though."

"So? It's mine now. He can sleep on the couch when I'm through with him," He stood up and brushed off his pants, "and Yoongi and Jimin haven't been together much longer and he's moving into here. Harass them, will you?" He skipped into the kitchen and ignored the affronted expression on Namjoon's face.

"Start on us and I'll tell everyone about your secret box." Yoongi didn't even open his eyes and Jimin laughed.

"If I admit defeat before I even start I wouldn't be much of a best friend."

"You're replaced. Jimin, come here." Yoongi held out his arms and Jimin gave a half-hearted shrug towards Namjoon before laying down on the cramped couch next to his lover.