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"Really?"
"What do you mean, 'really,'" Jeongguk says, reading the expiration date on a carton of milk and making a face of disgust when he sees that it's a week past already. "I told you I moved back to school today, this isn't new information."
"I thought it would take you a while to settle in, it always does," Taehyung says. "Uhh, file it in black cabinet under M through Z and make sure you get it in the right one or we'll never find it again," he says off to the side. "Especially considering you have those two new housemates Bangbang and Yugyeom."
"Bambam."
"Bambam," Taehyung repeats. "Where did you say he was from again?"
"Thailand," Jeongguk says, digging through the milk for a newer carton. "I fear for my tastebuds."
"Why?"
"He's going to do most of the cooking and Thai cuisine is hardcore. Have you ever eaten a Thai pepper?"
"Have you?"
"Well you're lucky we didn't know each other when I did, because my mouth was numb for an hour. Not optimal kissing condition."
"Aww."
"As much as I like to champion myself as a great supporter of partner communication and all that pizzazz, can we get going," Jimin says flatly, holding a basket of what looks like vegetables. Jeongguk fakes a gag. "You've minutely examined every carton of milk on this goddamn shelf."
"Go back first if you're in such a hurry."
"We came here in your Prius!" Jimin hisses.
"Okay, then you can walk."
Jimin sighs and disappears out of Jeongguk's field of vision. He is out of sight, out of mind for all of a few seconds before Jeongguk is wrestled into a headlock and dragged out of the eggs and dairy aisle.
"Ow, shit!"
"We're leaving, dude."
Jimin's bicep digs into the back of Jeongguk's skull. Truthfully Jeongguk has enough weight and brute strength against Jimin to throw him off, but he has one hand still pinned to his ear, holding his phone, and another one with a basket. The best he can do is yell, "Unhand me, tiny human!"
"What," Taehyung says through the phone.
"You cannot ruffle me with names like—ow, what the fuck!"
Jeongguk straightens and picks at his shirt collar to adjust it, sniffing, as Jimin nurses the imprint of teeth on his hand. "Did you just bite me?" he asks in disbelief.
"You bit him? Babe, that's gross," Taehyung says. "I'm not really interested in kissing the dead skin cells of my best friend off my boyfriend's mouth."
"Sorry. I'll Listerine before I see you again."
Jimin looks murderous.
"I can come over after dinner?" Taehyung asks, sounding pleased.
"Yeah. I'll see you."
"Okay. I love you."
Jeongguk coughs. "Yeah," he replies.
Bambam does not set the apartment on fire.
Jeongguk, however, finishes dinner with watering eyes and a running nose. Yugyeom is already on his fifth consecutive glass of water by the time they toss the dishes in the sink and Bambam keeps swearing I made it mild but there is nothing remotely mild about Jeongguk's tongue feeling like burnt carpet.
