Triple Threat (Taegi+Yoonkook+Yoonmin)

Prologue

"You look all set for today. Really cute." Hoseok cooes from the other side of the video call, watching as his best friend buttons up his blazer he got from his dad. "But the clothes look two sizes too big. If you didn't have money to buy the schools uniform you could've just asked me."

"I didn't want to be a bother." Yoongi explains, sitting down on his bed as he drabs his phone off the bedside table. "Plus the school said it was fine, that they understand my situation."

"Listen hear you cute piece of shit. You're never a bother, you know I wouldn't mind at all. I'll order you some and send it down."

"But--"

"No complaining, just take it." He hears Yoongi sigh and mumble a small 'fine'. "You look extra cute in bigger clothes by the way, I'd smash."

He stares at the screen as Hoseok puts two thumbs up, before picking back up his fork and eating his breakfast. He snorts "Not like I'd ever let you."

"Not like I actually want to." The other shoots back, the older chuckling. "By the way, are you not going to style your hair?"

Yoongi shrugs "Why would I? That's really time consuming."

"But you look even cuter when you do!"

"Yeah, sure." Yoongi stands up from his bed, grabbing his shoulder bag near his bedroom door and walking out of his room.

"When I come down there I'll dress you up, and you're not going to protest."

"My right as an American is I have free will."

"You're not American! You're a cute Korean twink."

"Who you calling a twink!?"

"Morning, son." Mr. Min greets tiredly, cooking breakfast over the stove in their small apartment.

Yoongi greets him back, going by the small round table they eat at and sitting on the floor. He puts his bag on the table, letting his phone rest against it so he didn't have to hold it while he talked to Hoseok.

"Oh, before I forget. My dad said I'm able to come back to Korea in a month."

"That's amazing news, but what about college?"

"I'll let you know about that when the time comes, but for now don't worry your pretty little head~" The younger sing-songs. There's brief conversation exchanges between him and someone else in the house, Hoseok standing up from the table he was eating at and walking away.

"Yoongi, breakfast is ready. Get off your phone." Yoongi's father comes walking over with two plates, sitting across from him. Yoongi takes his phone and moves his bag off of the table, his father setting both plates down.

"Is that Mr. Min? MR. MIN HEYYYYYY!"

The ebonite turns his phone around, showing his father Hoseok on the screen.

"Hello, Hoseok. Still as loud as ever I see."

"You know it!" He chirps, grinning.

"How are your parents?"

"Fine fine. And yourself?"

"I'm alright. Just busy taking care of a 24 year old baby."

"Hey." Yoongi's eyebrows furrows, turning his phone to himself. "I've got to go, Seokkie. I'll call you later."