click. | yoonmin, taekook, namjin

candy hearts and shitty cards.

wINK WONK

(sorry this is late ;-;)

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February 14th is never quite what they expect it to be.

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"Well...surprise, I guess."

Jimin is beaming, the grin spreading across his face as he shrugs like the guilty boyfriend he is.

He's been caught in the act.

Yoongi doesn't have nearly the same look on his face. He just stands motionlessly at the edge of the kitchen, dumbstruck and having just accidentally dropped the toothbrush (of all things) that was in his hand. He blinks, in awe.

His lips drop open.

"You son of a bitch."

Jimin gasps. "Rude," he counters, pulling one of the chairs at the table out for Yoongi to sit in. "Fight me, Helen. My green bean casserole is better than yours."

"You make no sense," Yoongi mutters, kneeling down to pick his contaminated toothbrush up off the floor and slide it in his gargantuan hoodie pocket.

"True. But I spoil you," Jimin says. Gesturing to the fondue pot sitting in the middle of the table, melting up chocolate. It's accompanied by bowls of different colors, holding different sweet things; strawberries, banana slices, small cookies.

Yoongi scrunches his face up. Not even he can deny the level of spoiled he's reaching right now.

"Touché," he admits, walking over to sit in his chair (almost tripping over the cord that's plugged into the wall). Once seated, he observes everything more closely, feeling his mouth start to water as Jimin fiddles with the fondue pot settings.

"So wait," he starts, peeking down into the pot. "When did you buy this thing? I don't remember seeing it."

Jimin shrugs. "June sixteenth."

"For real?"

"Nah, I'm bullshitting you. I can't even remember yesterday."

Yoongi clicks his tongue in disappointment. "Shame. I was about to be impressed with you," he scolds, reaching to sneak a marshmallow out of one of the bowls.

Jimin smacks his hand away. "You're always impressed with me," he says.

Yoongi frowns, leaving the marshmallows alone. "Maybe by how easily you can take innocent things out of context," he returns.

"You have a point there."

"Is this thing done yet?"

"Patience, dear," Jimin chides. "But yeah. It is."

Yoongi does a victory fist pump, one that kind of reminds Jimin of something a certain younger friend of theirs would do. He smiles. "Eat up, Jungkook," he teases.

Yoongi, who's very distracted by the food, doesn't acknowledge the comment, so Jimin picks up two of the rainbow color-coded forks off the table, handing one to his boyfriend. Yoongi accepts it and quickly goes to stab a strawberry from a cute baby blue bowl with polka dots on it.