Fun Boys

XIV

Jimin plopped face down on the couch in his shared apartment. "I wish I could have said another goodbye before we left," he mourned, voice muffled by the cushions.

"You'll see him soon, hothead," he heard Jin say. "Now can you please hurry out of your Taehyung withdrawal funk and help me unpack the car? Jungkook already went home a while ago. Something about being 'surrounded by testosterone for too long.'" Jungkook had accidentally dropped his phone in the toilet as soon as he got back from walking Taehyung out. He sulked the entire way home, saying he wanted to be alone for the rest of the day before leaving for his apartment.

Jimin nodded into the fabric but made no move to get up. "Why does he have to be a celebrity?"

"Dunno, please help me."

"I can't believe I found my brother. Do you know how incredible this is?" He lifted his head up a few inches. Enough to get a look at Jin struggling to bring a heavy suitcase through the doorway that led to his bedroom.

"Yes I'm very happy for you," he grunted. "As much as I love talking about long lost brothers with you, I'd really appreciate some help here."

The younger waved him off. "You've got it handled, Shoulders." He lowered his head into the couch again. He heard Jin groan in frustration and got up after a few moments. Jimin grabbed the suitcase and heaved it over his head. He got it through the door and onto Jin's bed in less than a minute.

Jin beamed at him, "Thanks." Jimin was about to walk away when he heard the other boy speak again. "Now would you be a big help and do that with the rest of the bags in the car?"

Jimin stared with a blank face for a few long moments. He blinked once and walked away, ignoring his hyung.

"Oh, come on!" Jin yelled, kicking a door frame. "That was a mistake," he bit his tongue and grabbed his foot in pain. Jimin rolled his eyes walked to his room. He took out his phone as he went to sit on the bed and saw a few new text notifications, all of them from Taehyung.

He scrolled silently, reading them. He soon went to Tae's contact and pressed the call button. The other end picked up quickly.

"Yo dude! I've been texting you for hours," Taehyung breathed into the phone. Jimin frowned.

"I know."

Taehyung immediately sensed something was off. "What's wrong, bro? You know I'm part alien, right? My brain link with you tells me something's up."

"It's nothing. I think I'll just miss you while you're on tour."

"Aww! I've already got a fanboy."

Jimin cracked a small smile. Nothing big, but his little crooked tooth was visible. "In your dreams, superstar."

"I'll be back before you know it, Minnie. We can go ice skating because you suck at it. Ooh! Maybe we can go bungee jumping!"

Jimin cringed. "Let's not, please. When's your flight?"

"Tomorrow." Jimin could hear the disappointment in his voice. "Some time in the evening. Hobi and I are already packed and ready to go."

"Oh."

Taehyung sighed audibly and Jimin felt bad. "I'll miss you too, you know. And that cute little friend of yours. It sucks he lost his phone. We should make sure we talk at least once a day until I get back."

"Definitely," Jimin smiled brightly.

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"Please!" Jungkook sobbed.

"No, dude! Get off my leg!" Jimin tried prying Jungkook's muscled arms off of his leg, but to no avail.