Taken | myg + pjm

03

Yoongi sends a quick message to Jimin when he sees it getting closer for the time for the movie to start. But it's not like he's waiting up; not like he got ready an hour or so before and sat on his couch, ticking down the minutes until he should have texted saying he was here.

No, he was just casually laying on his couch with his laptop (and if his eyes glanced at the time in the bottom right corner, sue him). Another minute passes, and he hears the door opening.

"You could have gotten the mail," Hoseok says as a greeting when he meets the socked feet of his best friend.

"I would have gotten it when Jimin came over." Yoongi is engrossed on whatever is on his screen to give too much attitude.

Hoseok kicks the door shut, peeling off his coat and headphones. "Jimin is coming over?"

"Yeah, we're going to the movies." Yoongi can almost hear the smile growing on Hoseok's face and instantly combats with, "Shut up."

Hoseok sings. "It's a da-"

"It's not a date."

Hoseok has known about Yoongi's crush on Jimin for longer than Yoongi even knew, but he was a great friend and decided not to bring it up until the idiot could admit it to himself. Even still, Yoongi sometimes likes to to deny his feelings, leaving it a game for Hoseok to figure out what mood he's in, if he'll get the chance to see Yoongi get flustered over the mention of Park Jimin or not.

"He's late," Yoongi states, trying his hardest to sound monotone.

"You sure he's not still getting ready?"
If Yoongi were to answer that question honestly, it would show how much he'd been excited for this not-date, and Yoongi can't have that. A shrug will suffice.

Hoseok sifts through the mail in his hands, anxiously trying to ignore the ones marked from the phone company and such, no doubtedly bills they would have to pay soon, and trying to find some mail of importance.

In coming across an envelope with no return address or stamp, just some half-assed attempt at writing "Min Yoongi" legibly in print, he stops. Hoseok hardly glances over to his older friend sprawled out on the couch with his laptop on his stomach before he's ripping through the envelope, ready to read its contents.

The paper has too many words for Hoseok to care, but the first few words have him speaking aloud.

"Hey," Hoseok calls with an even tone, maybe even slightly confused. "I think someone's tooken Jimin."