Tomorrow│YM

[16] Story

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"I have to let them in the building," Jimin mumbled. He felt paralyzed, tethered to Yoongi under the weight of his hands. "If I don't answer my phone Tae's gunna start honking."

Exhaling through his nose, Yoongi finally broke eye contact. He released Jimin's shoulders and pressed himself against the wall so Jimin could crawl passed.

Jimin rose to his feet, catching himself on the kitchen counter as wave of vertigo washed over him.

"Jimin?" Yoongi called, quickly joining him and placing a steadying hand on Jimin's bicep.

Looking at the hand, Jimin swallowed dryly. "I-I'm okay. I just stood up too fast."

"Are you sure?" Yoongi doubted.

"Yes."

HOOOOONK!

Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Is that-"

HONK-H-H-HONK-HOOOOONK!

"Yep," Jimin replied, pulling himself out of Yoongi's grasp. He rushed over to the entry door, ignoring the stabbing pain in his temple.

Once he found his keys, he jogged to the living room window and pried it open. Down below, Jimin could see Taehyung's lower half sticking out of his car. Nearby, Seokjin stood on the sidewalk at a safe distance. A black tote hung off his shoulder and he held a large paper bag. He looked up at Jimin's apartment building, searching for the correct window. He smiled with recognition when Jimin waved.

HOOOOOOOOONK!

"Easy, tiger! You're gunna get me evicted," Jimin called down.

Taehyung's head popped out of the car. "Then answer your fucking phone," he shouted back, grinning.

"I told him once was enough!" Seokjin bemoaned.

Jimin motioned to Seokjin that he was about to drop his keys out the window. His boss set the paper bag on the ground and held out his hands, catching them gracelessly.

Looking back at Taehyung, Jimin chided, "Patience is a virtue, yanno."

"Didn't I tell you? I converted to satanism last week." Taehyung returned, without missing a beat. He slammed his door shut and strutted to Seokjin's side. "Hail Hydra!"

"That's Marvel, you clown."

Taehyung pouted childishly. "I'm a baby satanist, okay?" he defended. "I still need to read the pamphlet."

"Uh-huh. Quit stalling and get your satanic butt up here."

Jimin expected to find a smirking hybrid when he turned around, and he was not disappointed. He bit his lip and shrugged at Yoongi, praying he hadn't made a grave miscalculation when he invited his chaotic friends into their home. He walked to the front door, propped it open with his body and waited for the circus to arrive.

The first to come barrelling in was Taehyung. He took one look at Jimin and guffawed. "Well, you look like shit."

"Thanks, Tae," Jimin huffed, running his fingers through his hair. "You really know how to stroke a man's ego."

Snickering, Taehyung turned to Yoongi. "Hello again, I don't think we were formally introduced. I'm Taehyung, Jimin's better half." He raised his hand but then lowered it just as quickly. "Oops. Chim mentioned you don't like touching."

"It's nice to see you again, Taehyung," Yoongi replied evenly, offering his hand instead.

Jimin blinked. A grin spread across Taehyung's face. He took hold of Yoongi's hand and gave it an enthusiastic shake. After letting go he turned back to Jimin.