fika ; kim taehyung ✔

two

"hyung! i swear, this isn't really my phone!" taehyung tries to defend himself. his hyungs were teasing him about his phone wallpaper. it's been like that for 2 hours.

"i can't believe our baby boy is growing up." namjoon said as he snakes his hand around seokjin's waist.

everyone laughed except yoongi and taehyung. yoongi was resting his head on jimin's thighs, sound asleep.

taehyung frowned. "i hate you guys."

"we love you, too." seokjin smiles at him, it annoyed taehyung. he hates being dominated by his hyungs.

taehyung took the phone and unlocked it. it has no password whatsoever, just like his. the phone didn't contain anything except for pictures in the gallery. it looked recently bought.

hoseok watches him from behind as he scrolls down the phone's gallery.

taehyung had lost it. he can't control it any longer. he can't play his damn game.

"seriously! can guys just help me find my phone instead of teasing me?" taehyung bursted out, waking up yoongi.

yoongi wasn't angry or anything, he just sat up and cuddled with his mochi.

"give me that phone." taehyung hands the phone to seokjin. the eldest unlocked it, checking out the phone.

"i can't really confirm it but- oh look at this bunny-looking kid, namjoon!" jin half-screamed. jin showed everyone the picture, earning a couple of 'awws' from everyone.

"yep, definetly not yours, but, how the hell did that happen?" seokjin gave the phone back to taehyung.

"i don't know!"

"well, then explain to me what made you walk around the streets and come here screaming that your phone has been swapped with some cute girl on the streets."

"okay?" taehyung took a quick glance at hoseok before speaking. "hoseok hyung asked me to buy him coffee."

"and?"

"some girl ran into me-"

"ohhhhh how cliché!"

"shut the hell up hoseok."

"so, she ran into me, we bumped, she helped me stand up and gave me my phone. that's it." taehyung explains quickly, as if he's rapping cypher 4.

"well.. i hope you don't blame that chick. it was an accident, after all." jin sighs as he drank the remaining soda from his glass.

and then it clicked, taehyung was panicking. "fuck. my game is in there." he plopped on the couch, screaming internally.

"i'm supposed to be saying this to jimin but.." namjoon trailed off. "taehyung, you got no jams."

"whatever, hyung." he rolls his eyes at namjoon and literally crying on the inside.