soft - YMN.

39.

YOONGI LOOKS IN the circular mirror at his fluffy black hair which seems to be growing out of control and he doesn't really feel like going back to the 70s where the mullet was a thing.

although his friends are growing one, he just doesn't agree with the style. unfortunately for yoongi though, he doesn't have any money to get a haircut.

jimin should have gotten paid though but he knows how stubborn jimin is when it comes to money—when it comes to anything honestly.

he knows what he'll have to do to get any money from his boyfriend. pamper him. it's kind of sad but yoongi knows what he signed up to.

not that he signed up to anything, he genuinely loves jimin but you have to do what you have to do sometimes.

"jimin-ah! where are you?"

he smiles and looks around the house for jimin but he's not to be found. a pout soon replaced the small smile and he bit his bottom lip as he, being the extra being he is, hopped over the back of the white couch ultimately dirtying it.

going to the kitchen, he found jimin who ran his fingers through his own almond hair and if it weren't for his own needs, yoongi would've made a move because that habit jimin owns is too hot.

jimin's eyes were focused solely on his phone and they crinkled as he laughed at some meme most likely.

"jimin..."

yoongi made his way over to jimin who was about to stuff noodles into his mouth. his mouth. lips. yoongi remembered something and smirked. you see, jimin loves yoongi's lips so much that it could possibly be counted as an obsession.

he sat next to jimin who hummed as yoongi's hand softly gripped his thick thigh.

"what do you want, yoongi?"

trying to keep his calm, yoongi hooked his fingers underneath jimin's chin and made him look in his direction only, it was like a scene in some cliché drama.

they locked eyes and jimin almost melted, key word: almost. yoongi looked down at his glossy, plump lips and inched his face towards jimin's only to be pushed away.

"there's noodles in the cupboard feel free to make some, unless you want me to?"

jimin said as he occupied himself with his phone, completely ignoring yoongi's huffs. attempt number one: fail.

he crossed his arms as he flopped onto the foot printed couch and sighed, trying to come up with another plan. he sat there until jimin entered the room, playing with his own messy hair again before he sat down the instant noodles.

"aw you made me noodles? you're so sweet jimin"

confused, jimin nodded as a 'you're welcome.' yoongi watched him sit down and with an idea, he scooted over next to his now suspicious boyfriend.

"my arms are sore, feed me?"

he batted his eyes trying to look innocent and jimin looked over at him, wondering what was going on with him today.

"you're a grown man. feed yourself"

with a glare, yoongi scooted back over and picked up the chopsticks. at first this was only him trying to get money from his boyfriend but now, it's truly attention that he wants.

is that so hard to gain from your own boyfriend? does he even want yoongi anymore? maybe he's just in a bad mood.

"fine"

he groaned. looks like attempt two is also a: fail.

jimin laughed as he watched his friend, jungkook make 'funny faces' on facetime. he held his stomach as the laughing was now uncontrollable even though nothing was really that funny.

yoongi rolled his eyes and snatched the phone away from jimin, hanging up on jungkook who sighed on the other side of the line.

"I'm bored jiminie, we should do something."

finding it funny now, jimin only smiled. he snatched his phone back, throwing it behind him and stood up, grabbing yoongi by his waist and pulling their bodies together.

"I'm sorry. we should do something about it huh?"

and it looks like attempt number three: pass

and did yoongi ever get a hair cut? who knows.