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[13] Tequila and Ass

Blinking blearily up at the ceiling, Jimin willed his tired limbs to move.

He didn't know what he had expected when he ran away from Yoongi to hide in his bedroom like a coward, but a repeat of the night prior had not occurred to him.

The quiet hybrid could sure make a racket when he wanted to.

Jimin realized he may need to prepare himself for the possibility that he wasn't going to get a good night's sleep in the foreseeable future.

Earplugs. Jimin needed earplugs.

At any rate, he did not want to face anyone this morning, least of all the moody hybrid. He was tired and grumpy and to be perfectly honest, not his own biggest fan at the moment. Maybe a shower would clear his mind.

The apartment was quiet when he snuck out of his bedroom and slipped into the bathroom. He made an effort not the think about the tangled web of men and poor decisions in his life as he took a long steamy shower. Steve, who? Hoseok, you say? Jungkook did what?

In the end, miraculously enough, he managed lift his spirits a little. If only because he had a new project now, one that didn't involve - ahem - primal urges. He had someone to help. He just needed to stop being a scaredy cat and face his inscrutable roommate.

A familiar odour wafted into the bathroom as Jimin pulled on his shorts. Unable to resist the mouth-watering smell of Yoongi's cooking, he slipped on his t-shirt and emerged from his humid sanctuary, following his nose to the kitchen.

On the way, he noted that nothing looked out of place - in fact the apartment looked cleaner - though he couldn't put his finger on exactly how.

Sporting his new(ish) black ripped skinny jeans and an oversized charcoal t-shirt, Yoongi was once again working away at the stove. Excess fabric gathered around his calmly swishing tail. His dark outfit, paired with his long raven locks, reminded Jimin of the pale, scrawny goth kids from his high school days, which he found mildly amusing.

Jimin hung back, not sure how the hybrid would react to his presence after the faux-pas he committed when they last spoke.

A furry ear pointed towards the lurking human. "I don't bite," the hybrid grumbled without turning.

Holding back a cautious smile, Jimin retorted, "I don't believe that for a second."

Yoongi's profile became visible as he snorted lightly, "Wise."

Emboldened, Jimin walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and blinked. "Did you reorganize the fridge?"

Humming in confirmation, Yoongi began to plate another immaculate meal. "Threw out all the expired shit," he explained, giving the full trashcan a small kick so that Jimin could hear its contents jostle. "Dusted too."

Ah, that's what was different about the apartment.

Activist Jiminie would have called him out for not properly sorting out the organics and recyclables, but even as someone who lacked any sense of self-preservation to a stunning degree, he knew he'd probably end up upside down, head first in the bin if he did.

Not that he wasn't grateful - he really was - but, like... sea levels were rising and shit.

"It works better with the door shut, you know."

Yoongi's derisive tone snapped Jimin out of his daze. He grabbed the first thing he saw, which happened to be an orange, and closed the door. He slunk sheepishly to the table.

"I don't think you need to eat that stuff," Jimin piped up as the hybrid opened a new can of food for himself. "Namjoon says the ingredients are nothing special."