Discipline || Yoonmin

Followed By a Mistake

~4 years later~

~ January 2017~

Kim Seokjin's biggest failure in life had been purchasing his apartment. It had seemed like a great investment at the time. Until the day he had met Min Yoongi.

Seokjin had known for a fact that his lazy ass hardly ever opened the door for anyone on a Saturday morning.

Yet, he had done just that for Min Yoongi.

He had known for a fact that the feeling in his stomach was due to his hangover and his need for him to hurl.

Yet, he had taken it for damn butterflies disrupting his system.

He had known for a fact that it was a habit of his to slam doors in people's faces.

Yet, he had simply let Min Yoongi invite himself in.

Kim Seokjin had known it all.

He sincerely had.

Still, he could only recall his goofy smile as Yoongi had stumbled backwards into his arms.

Truth be told, this had only happened because Seokjin had been groggy to the point of no repair at the time.

Point done.

However.

That had not been the case a few nights ago.

Still Kim Seokjin now stared at Min Yoongi across his kitchen counter.

Munching on none other than a banana.

"You're going to get me killed." He hissed before focusing back on cleaning the kitchen counter.

"How so, best friend?" Yoongi teased as he rested his cheek on his free hand.

No words could explain the snort that escaped Seokjin's lips as he stood tall.

They had known each for a year.

An excruciatingly long year.

Seokjin didn't even know his birthday let alone his favorite color!

"We are nothing but neighbors!" Seokjin pursed his lips before going back to cleaning.

"Why so mean, Jin?"

There it went again.

That damn nickname.

Passing a hand across his face, Seokjin could do nothing but wave his hand towards Yoongi.

"Just." He started before shaking his head once more. "Just eat your banana!"

"I'm done."

"Then eat another one!" He snapped before throwing his rag over the counter.

"It's not enough to fill me up, Jin." Yoongi whined before laying his head on the kitchen counter. "Feed me."

Now.

Min Yoongi's sentence had been more than normal.

Hell, it had been reasonable knowing his eating habits.

However, Seokjin's head had chosen to focus on the innuendos.

In all honesty, Min Yoongi was the one to blame.

Sprawled across the kitchen counter, he left little to the imagination.

"Jin." He softly called.

Dressed in Seokjin's much larger clothes, he resembled a small ball of fluff as his head lolled on the marble counter. His unruly blonde hair all the more disheveled as he nestled his face in the crook of his arm.