who's idea was it to leave the door cracked again?
"is no one gonna say shit?" it was jimin who had caught them.
jin cut in. "language, jimin. is that how you talk to your hyungs?"
the short boy scoffed, kicking the ground a little. "you may be my hyung, but who's the one crying like a fucking baby behind you, huh? is he still my hyung?"
taehyung went into full yoongi protection mode while jin went into yoongi defense mode. the boy was curled in taehyung's arms, face buried in his chest as taehyung covered his ears. he didn't want the little one to hear his dada's bad language.
"park fucking jimin, who do you think you are?" he started, not giving jimin any time to reply. "yoongi is your hyung and you will respect him. I don't care if he acts younger, he has lived three more years than you!"
jimin was stunned, jin-hyung never swore. never. jimin stood there, opening and closing his mouth before he finally responded. "I see how it is. I see now."
with that he left the room.
all seokjin could do was roll this eyes and direct his focus back to the cute boy in his lap.
when dinner came, seokjin left a sleeping yoongi with taehyung to go cook. when the food was done, seokjin decided that he was going to have yoongi eat with them, in an experiment type thing.
everyone was sitting around the table besides taehyung and yoongi, so jin made an announcement. "if I hear one bad thing out of anyone's mouth about yoongi, I will kick your fucking ass."
again with the swearing.
and with that, dinner began.
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