Jimin × BTS oneshots

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lost and found

Authour: haneuli

Retrieved from: Ao3

Words: 6620

Ship: Jimin×Taehyung

Summary:

Jimin is forced to bring along a whiny Taehyung for grocery shopping, but he starts questioning his life choices altogether not very long after that.

(Or: Jimin and Taehyung’s eventful escapades at a shopping mall

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“But why can’t I tag along?”

“I told you Tae, it’s just a grocery shopping, and I’ll be back before you even finish those carrots off your plate—”

“Which would take forever, you know how much I hate vegetables, and I just really, really want to come along with you.”

The clock on the wall shows that it’s 8 in the morning. They are sitting across each other at their dining table, Jimin busily scribbling down things on a To-Buy-List and Taehyung poking idly at those poor-looking carrots for about half an hour now since he finished his bacons. It is weekend, and like every other weekend, it’s almost like a ritual for Jimin to make sure their kitchen stock is updated or they will end up not having anything to eat for the rest of the week. Blame it on Taehyung’s elephant-like appetite.

“I don’t understand why you’re so eager, Tae. I’m just going to go to a nearby supermarket and grab some cartons of milk, cereals, pancake flour, bread, eggs, apples, and uh,” Jimin pauses writing momentarily to peer at the list, “do we have any more broccoli? I don’t think I’ve checked that out yet.”

“I hate broccoli, don’t you dare put it in, Kim Jimin. And why aren’t you listing any meat, we ran out of those too,” Taehyung whines for what have been the nth times, though this time, he finally, finally, picks up a piece of carrot because he knows Jimin won’t let him go until he actually empties his plate. “This is why you should bring me along. You keep forgetting the most essential diet that is meat,” he reasons again, this time swinging his fork back and fro. “The last time you forgot them, we only ate veggies for the whole week, and I swear if it wasn’t because of my strong survival instincts and my utmost love towards you, I would most probably be dead by now.”

“I didn’t forget them, it was intentional,” Jimin deadpans, completely ignoring his husband’s shocked gasp and betrayed expression over the spill of the newfound truth, the carrot dangling awkwardly from his mid-air fork. “Look, I see what you’re doing right now. You’re making up reasons as to why I should let you tag along and it’s not working.”

Taehyung pouts as he watches Jimin stands up and trudges over to the fridge, possibly checking out for any other food supplies left. He then eye-stinks the carrot on his fork before slowly taking it into his mouth, his face scrunching up in disgust as he chews on it. Taehyung then wonders idly—while swallowing—why most of the vegetables are not as sweet as chocolates or savory as meat, because if they do, he’s very sure that the rate of death due to health problems would definitely be low if everyone loves to eat them. But sadly, the reality doesn’t work that way, no matter how many times he keeps pestering Jimin the Health Enthusiast about it.

(“Too much good thing isn’t a good thing at all.”

Taehyung gasped. “Am I not good enough for you?”

“It’s freaking 3 in the morning, shut the fuck up.”)

“But Jiminie,” the younger starts again, another poor carrot pierced roughly by his fork, “shouldn’t you be resting instead? I heard from Jeongguk how you had to take up his shift at the dance school the other day, and also the fact that you had to juggle it with your shifts and also that part-time job you started working recently, I mean,” Jimin finally turns to look at him and Taehyung continues softly, “aren’t you tired at all? I’m worried over your wellbeing.”