We Don't Talk Anymore •Jikook•

Together

—About two years later—

Jimin sighed in exasperation, throwing himself back against his chair. The amount of paperwork coming in for the small company was ridiculous, and although sales rising meant great things to both him and Taehyung, Jimin also needed to be planning the dance recital for the kids at the studio. It didn't help that the office had stacks of boxes piled everywhere — literally everywhere — in preparation for a move.

Or the fact that they wouldn't have air conditioning until that move in August.

Or that they had to be in formal attire all day.

He sat back up in the chair, gathering the huge stacks of design ideas and trend patterns he'd just spent the last four hours analyzing. Taking a deep breath in, he pushed the door to the separate room Taehyung was in with his foot, grabbing the coffee on his desk.

"Tae, I'm done with these." He announced, dangerously attempting to hold all the papers with one arm. After a bit of struggling, he finally made it over to his friend's desk, placing the heavy stack on the younger's left side, where he liked them. "And this," Jimin said, huffing, "is a cup of coffee that I'm giving to you as a friend, not a secretary." Taehyung looked up gratefully, the dark bags underneath his eyes prominent. He brushed the ash-gray hair out of his eyes.

"Thanks." He said, groaning as he stood up to stretch, multiple joints cracking just from that. The younger grabbed the coffee, taking a sip immediately.

"Sometimes I forget that the gray hair is only dyed." The older laughed. "You're like a grandpa." He observed with amusement.

"Shut up." His best friend replied with sass, rolling his eyes and going back to the cup of coffee Jimin had brought him.

"...Are you sure you don't want to hire anyone else to help with office work?" Jimin asked, only half joking. Taehyung was extremely overworked, and Jimin was the only other person helping him. The older wasn't surprised when the other stuck out his lower lip in a pout.

"No way! This is our company, Chim." Jimin felt his heart warm from the comment.

"Your decision, sajang-nim." He said teasingly, sticking out his tongue. The taller just grinned, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Oh, by the way, you said you were going to do your hair?" Taehyung asked suddenly. Jimin nodded, unconsciously running a hand through his naturally brown hair. "What color?" The older just shrugged.

"Lavender? Maybe blonde again, I don't know..." The older trailed off into thought. "...Anyways. We're done pretty early today, huh?" He asked, glancing at the clock. "It's only four o'clock."

"Yeah, nice to be ahead of schedule for once." The younger agreed, grabbing the jacket off of his chair. "Anyways, go get changed, we're leaving."

"What?" The brunette asked, confused.

"You said you had stuff to do at the studio, right? Might as well do it today. I know you brought athletic clothing, so, go get changed." Taehyung said, draping the jacket over his arms and maneuvering around the boxes to get to the door.

"You're the best, Tae." Jimin said, already moving to gather his things.

"I know."

~~

They walked into the studio, finding Hoseok trying to choreograph the contemporary routine. Jimin wrinkled his nose.

"Hyung, what are you doing, trying to steal my job?" He said jokingly, going straight into stretches. The older stopped the music, turned to face the two younger men, and stepped back, face gleaming with sweat. He smiled, winking.