tips // yoonmin

epilogue - pt 2

"babe, wake up."

"..."

"pst, babe."

"..."

"jimin, wake the fuck up before i drag you out of bed by your ear and tie you to the radiator."

the younger boy stirred a little, turning onto his side to face where the threat was coming from, a smirk on his face despite the fact his eyes were still closed. "is that a promise?"

his answer from yoongi came in the form of a pillow to the face; an unwelcome position to be in early in the morning.

"come on," the older spoke with a yawn, viciously rubbing the sleep from his eyes while simultaneously yanking his fiancés arm, "we're gonna be late otherwise."

a little confused and still sleepy, jimin mumbled a response. "late for what?"

"our group lunch date."

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"i can't believe you dragged me out of bed on a sunday for this," the small brunette complained, staring at the three boys in front of him who were cuddled up in a booth. "they seem like they're having a great time without us, can we ju-"

"no, we can not 'just' anything, minie. isn't it usually me complaining about wanting to do something social? since when are you so antisocial?"

jimin mumbled something under his breath that yoongi couldn't quite catch, the words "not mine" being all he could make out before the younger was skulking over with a faux smile plastered on his face.

with a smile as bright as the newly replaced bulbs in the overhead lighting, hoseok quickly jumped up from under jungkook's arm and pulled jimin into a tight hug, restricting the latter until he was pleading for release.

"i've missed you so much, little one! have you been eating well? is yoongi treating you respectfully? if he isn't, just let me know and i'll so-"

"i'm treating him perfectly, seok," the aforementioned interrupted, jimin's favourite gummy smile showing on his face. "where's my hug?"

as a pair of toned arms wrapped around his waist, yoongi got his answer. "right here, hyung," the youngest of the group sung, his mouth far too close to yoongi's ear for his comfort.

"alright, too much skinship -- sit your pretty little ass down before i kick it."

with a light chuckle and a bunny-toothed grin, jungkook obliged, taking his seat next to his boyfriend who was idly picking at his food. why the trio had ordered their lunch before waiting for the others is unknown, but they always were the impatient ones, so it's hardly surprising.

"wanna sit?" taehyung spoke, patting the empty space where hoseok had previously resided, "it's still warm for you, yoongs!"

the ravenette nodded, shooting jimin a look to say 'sit opposite me', which the younger understood instantly. in their time together, they had developed the ability to speak to one another without being verbal, and it helped in situations like these.

once all five of the boys were seated comfortable in the booth - jimin next to hoseok on one side, and the other three sandwiched in on the other - they whipped out the menu for yoongi and jimin to order. taehyung beckoned their waiter over, smiling as he recognised him as namjoon (the 'clumsy headass' who was having to cover all tables along with their manager due to the absence of 3 employees).