milk before cereal
Authour: starsparks
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 7263
Ship: Jimin×Taehyung
Summary:
it’s the strange habits that jimin has that for some reason attracts taehyung
even after all these years.
(ketchup over fries, pineapples on pizza, and lastly milk before cereal)
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when yoongi enters his apartment, he walks in on a disappointing yet not surprising sight.
taehyung lays on the couch, lazily flipping through the channels related to food network. an old blue blanket covers the lower half of his legs, as his whole body stretches across the whole couch. a slightly twisted bag half empty of kettle corn is set on the coffee table, along with a full glass of ice water that’s forming a puddle of water underneath it. he looks up at yoongi, his expressionless face unchanging.
“hey,” taehyung mumbles loud enough for yoongi barely to hear.
“don’t just hey me,” yoongi scoffs, setting down his bag on the table gently and walking to the kitchen to explore the fridge, yet not taking anything out. “don’t you have a date right about now?”
“in thirty minutes, but-”
“but?”
“but i’m nervous!” taehyung whines, shutting off the tv and scooting over to the left side of the couch. when yoongi sits on the other side of the couch, he notices that taehyung is actually already dressed up in regular clothing suitable for a date instead of his usual sweatpants and oversized sweater. “the guy’s way too cute for me, and he’s even friends with hoseok and jeongguk! what if i say something dumb, he reports back to them, and they’ll both redeem me as unsuitable for him! you know how their gossip goes.”
“oh trust me, i know,” yoongi states, turning on the tv though at a lower volume. “what’s the guy’s name?”
“park jimin,” taehyung practically swoons with admiration and hearts in his eyes. yoongi tries to resist rolling his own eyes at the sight.
“the one in hoseok’s dance class?”
“yes! i met him while waiting for hoseok and jeongguk to go out for some noodles,” yoongi recognizes his look immediately. the one where taehyung’s about to tell a long, detailed story, so yoongi snuggles comfortably into the side of the couch and directs his attention to taehyung. he usually likes hearing taehyung ramble on like always, and either way taehyung gets fussy if he doesn’t pay full attention to younger one.
“i arrived near the end of class, and i think they were just finishing their number. it was only for a split second, but all three of them looked so cool doing the last move that when the music stopped i instantly entered the room and complimented all three of them. hoseok and jeongguk laughed it off as usual, but the third guy had blushed. he blushed! it was honestly so adorable, so i went up to talk to him and…”
taehyung stops in the middle, all of the sudden flustered. yoongi, feet tangled with taehyung’s under the blanket, kicks him to continue the story. taehyung frowns, trying to tug the blanket from yoongi, yet failing to do so under yoongi’s iron grip and glare. nevertheless, he continues.
“and we exchanged names and… he’s really smooth. at like. y’know.”
“flirting. he’s good at flirting.”
