want

2.3✿

"jimin, i told you not to drink it yet." yoongi spoke, looking at jimin from over his own steaming cup of coffee, boredly (and amusedly) watching jimin pant heavily from drinking the boiling drink as soon as it was given to him. yoongi set his cup down, looking over his shoulder and at the door. "where is hoseok? i swear to god if that fucker did anything to hurt jungkook or wreck the car with him in it―"

"i'm sure they're fine, hyung." jimin mused. he crossed his ankles and cupped his face with his small, baby-ish hands. "hoseok knows you'd castrate him if he hurt jungkook in any way. at least, i'm sure he does."

"oh, he knows. trust me."

"i'll take your word for it." jimin says mindlessly. he scribbles on a napkin with a partially dried out ink pen he found on the floor to pass time. he looked up, seeing yoongi take a drink of his scalding americano without flinching or showing any reaction of any kind. "how do you drink it so hot?"

yoongi shrugged and set the cup back down on the table. "i've been drinking coffee for 5 years, you get used to it after a while."

"you're eighteen, right?"

"mhm." yoongi hummed whilst tapping his boney fingers against the warm cup. "why do you ask?"

"you've been drinking coffee ever since you were thirteen. i guess that coffee really does stunt your growth." jimin grinned widely, watching yoongi's relaxed and unbothered expression fall into one more annoyed, before having to dodge the older's hand attempting to hit him.

"that means you're just short then, yeah? not because of coffee?"

"i'm taller than you, hyung."

"jimin, insoles don't count."

―

"i thought you died." yoongi deadpanned, watching his boyfriend and best friend approach the table. hoseok snorted at the words, sliding into the booth next to jimin.

"that's a lie." hoseok spoke, "if you thought that, you would have blown my phone up."

"oh, he was going to. i stopped him." jimin spoke, leaning on one hand and looking at hoseok. he smiled at the other. "you're welcome."

"i appreciate it." hoseok laughed, slinging an arm around jimin's small shoulders and pulling him into his side. jimin didn't move and allowed it to happen; liking the attention he was recieving. "have you guys eaten yet?"

"we were waiting for you guys." yoongi spoke, his eyes trained on jungkook's hands, playing with the few rings the younger had put on. he looked at jungkook, who looked as if he could pass out then and there.

"let's order, then." he lazily spoke, pulling yoongi closer by his waist and nuzzling his face into the older's neck. "you're warm, hyung. we should nap after we leave here. 'm sleepy."

jimin cooed and hoseok faked a gag, the couple sending them weird looks.

"hey, chim, how did you get that bruise on your forehead?"

"ask your boyfriend."

"he called me short!"