•Bermuda Triangle• Yoonminkook

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Yoongi's POV

The apartment smelled deliciously and I couldn't wait to eat the meal I had just prepared. I kept licking my lips while I grilled the thin pieces of meat and I caught myself numerous of times ready to grab one of them. But every time I would smack my hand and restrain myself.

In the end, after I had placed them inside the plate and the table was ready too I went inside the bathroom to revitalize my face a bit with some cold water. I took a look in the mirror, after I wiped my face with a towel and smiled at my reflection. I looked happy. Really happy. My eyes saw someone handsome, satisfied with himself and confident enough with his cooking skills. I brushed my teeth, joyfully humming a melody that had just popped in my mind, and for the first time in months I couldn't wait for the moment the bell would ring.

Of course Jimin, didn't disappoint. At exactly 8:00pm he was standing behind our apartment door with three bottles of soju. I opened the door and couldn't help but comment on his timekeeping.

"You weren't even a second late!"

"You see, even though the traffic was terrible I managed to get here on time!" Jimin joked and I stepped aside to let him in. "Will we be eating by our lovely selves?" He asked.

"Probably yes, I haven't talked with Jungkook... and I don't know whether he'll join us or not" I admitted and waited nervously for his reply. If he said that that it was unfortunate I could as well as jump out off the window.

"I see... it's okay we haven't spent much time alone" he said and the smile that formed on his lips made me feel butterflies. "But shouldn't we wait?" He said after a short pause.

I nervously licked my lips. I knew what he meant. It wasn't polite to start eating without waiting, even for just a quarter of an hour, for him. But still, even know that, I didn't want to.

In the end I gave in and agreed. We should wait for a bit. Jimin and I sat  on the couch with our eyes looking inside the kitchen, focused on where we believed the meat was(we couldn't see it because of the bench).

"Damn you Hyung, it smells like something god would savor!" Jimin finally said after a long silence and fell back on the couch, hitting his head against the wall. He left out a moan of pain as he rubbed it with his hand.

"Are you alright? After sleeping here for some months I've learned not to do that!" I said.

"Damn this couch is clearly not the most comfortable!" He muttered grinning.

"Jungkook's mom burdened us with it. I guess she really hated me!" I joked but the poor woman didn't know that I would end up sleeping there. "Clearly" I said repeating the adverb Jimin had previously used "I don't fit in here! My legs are constantly hanging out!"

Jimin chuckled. "Poor hyung, now I know what your birthday present will be!"

"The best birthday present would be if you stopped using honorifics with me!" I replied but smiled. I didn't really mind that he called me Hyung, I kind of liked it and if after that notice he kept doing it, I would stop pointing it out.

"I don't think you really care" he said and smirked as if he was reading my mind just a moment ago.

I blushed. "Maybe I don't" I admitted. To be completely honest having someone calling me Hyung made me quite happy because the people that I now interacted with, Kibum and Vicky from Allegria, the customers there, and most importantly Jungkook, had stopped being, or had never been polite to me, each one for different reasons.

With all these thoughts I hadn't noticed Jimin's hand resting on my knee. When I did though, I decided to play it cool.

"Are you playing piano?" I asked him and he looked at me surprised. I took his hand inside mine and brushed my fingers between his. The were white thin and delicate. "You have beautiful fingers that's why." I explained and put down his hand again but this time higher in my thigh.

Jimin raised his eyebrows cockily. He seemed to like how I flirted with him.

"Mine might be delicate but yours look more..." he said and paused as if he was looking for the right word. "How should I put this... dominant!" Jimin said and I bit my lip. He squeezed my thigh lightly over my pants and our eyes locked.

But of course and at that moment we heard the door unlocking and Jungkook walked inside. I must have taken I way obviously irritated expression because Jimin grinned and gave my thigh another playful squeeze.

"Here comes the third!" Jimin joked as he got up from the couch. "Get undressed and lets eat because whatever it is that Yoongi cooked it smelled terrific!"

Jungkook seemed a bit confused and turned to look st me as if I owed him some kind of explanation.

"We were waiting for you to eat" I said as I got up too and headed for the kitchen.

I heard Jungkook saying a: "I see" and then walking inside the kitchen too.

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