coffee; k.th [ON HOLD]

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THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V.

"Do you know Mint?"

Jimin nodded. "Yeah, she's my highschool friend. Why?"

"Well she-" Yoongi stopped mid-sentence, realizing what Jimin had just said.

"She's your high school friend?!" He exclaimed in surprise. "How?"

Jimin giggled and placed his right hand on Yoongi's shoulder. "We're all friends with her. Hoseok met her in middle school. Namjoon met her in a rapping event. And Jin met her in a coffee shop."

Yoongi's mouth opened wide. "Only you and Taehyung were the ones that met her online."

"I'm missing out a lot of shit." Yoongi sighed and then his forehead got flicked on. "Hey, what was that for?!" He groaned and rubbed his forehead.

"No cursing."

"To hell with that."

Another flick.

"That wasn't even a fucking curse!"

Another damn flick.

"Son of a-"

Yoongi shoved Jimin to the floor before he got the chance to flick him again. "Cold! The floor's cold!"

Jimin shouted but didn't move. He stayed still on the cold marble floor, his arms and legs sprawled across it.

He sighed.

"Jimon- I mean Jimin?" Yoongi looked at the younger who had begun a staring contest with the ceiling. Seemed like he's about to lose.

"Jimin...?" Yoongi asked once again, now with a worried tone because the younger hasn't responded.

Jimin finally sighed. "You should continue your story." Yoongi nodded, still worried but decided to continue.

"....It hurts me to see how easy she labeled herself as a nuisance. I asked her if she was okay since her Instagram was blowing up with hate comments, but she said it was nothing and that she was used to it. Here, I'll show you."

Yoongi grabs his neglected phone on the other side of his bed and opened his Instagram. Jimin finally stood up from the floor and sat next to Yoongi.

"Here." Jimin scooted closer to Yoongi and rested his cheeks on the older's shoulder, he's too lazy to hold the phone.

After a few minutes of reading, Yoongi could feel the younger pouting. "Why are you pouting?"

Jimin looked at Yoongi and shook his head vigorously. "Ah! Well, you see..." Jimin sounded so nervous, and the older had a bad feeling about what the younger is about to say next.

"She's-" Jimin was about to say something so important when the door busted open, slamming hard on the wall. Both of them jumped, surprised.

"Yoongi! Are you o-" Taehyung stared at Yoongi, who's cheeks, lips, and nose are red due to crying, and then at Jimin, and then the box of tissues at the older's bed. His forehead crimped.

"What did you two-"

"Nothing! We did nothing!" Jimin's answer was quicker than lightning. His cheeks had turned beet red. Yoongi can't help but blush too, because of how cute Jimin looks.

"Yeah, it was nothing. How did you open the door though? I thought I told no one about it?" Taehyung shrugs. "Lucky guess." Yoongi rolls his eyes. Lucky guess my ass.

"Why are you here?"

"Mint told me to go check on you. But uh, seems like someone else did the job for me already. Thanks Jimin," Taehyung smiles softly at Jimin and the other nods, smiling back. "Your welcome."