Tomorrow│YM

[17] Cold

"Speaking of a room full of gay men..." Seokjin said casually as he combed through loose raven knots. "Which way do you sway, Yoongi?"

Jimin nearly screamed. This was exactly what he was afraid of with Seokjin. Sure, he didn't have the same frenetic energy that Taehyung had. And yes, the man was as reliable and well-intentioned as they came. But he had absolutely no filter.

And yet, Yoongi barely reacted.

"Jin..." Jimin warned, leaning on the kitchen countertop with his hands folded tightly together.

Seokjin gave Jimin a mirthful look. "What? Hairdressing is all about the gossip! He doesn't have to answer if he doesn't want to." He delivered the last sentence sincerely, directing it more to Yoongi than to Jimin, which made him relax a little.

"So. Studs or bitches?"

"JIN."

"Ugh, okay," Seokjin grumbled, waving Jimin off. He moved his body to partially block Yoongi from Jimin's view and dropped the volume of his voice, but not his playful lilt. "Let me rephrase. Do you like tomcats or - well, uh... lady-cats?"

Jimin growled in frustration.

"...or are you ambidextrous?" Seokjin went on with a snicker, wiggling his eyebrows.

Snorting, Yoongi shrugged.

Despite Yoongi's perpetual unbotheredness, Jimin had had enough. "Jin, I swear to god if you make one more euphemism for Yoongi's sexuality, I will tell Namjoon what happened to his first edition of Catch-22."

Perking up, Taehyung dropped a half-eaten dumpling on his plate. "Wait, what happened?" he chirped from his seat at the table.

Seokjin blanched. "You wouldn't dare."

"What did Jinnie do?" Taehyung repeated eagerly. Were he a dog hybrid, Jimin could practically see his tail wagging with anticipation.

Happy to keep the attention off Yoongi, Jimin inspected his nails innocently. "Try me."

"This is blackmail!" Seokjin wailed.

Taehyung emitted a high pitched whine. "I want to know!"

"Jimin," Seokjin pleaded, "don't-"

"He asked me to donate it for him," Jimin revealed with an evil smirk.

Taehyung gasped. "Jinnie, you didn't!"

"Traitor!" Seokjin cried, pointing a comb threateningly in Jimin's direction. Then he slumped, letting the comb hang listlessly at his side. "I didn't know it was a first edition, ok?" he defended. "He just kept asking me to read it over and over and I tried, I swear. The damn thing read like a bloated Abbott and Costello sketch!"

Taehyung's face scrunched up in confusion. "Who?"

Seokjin glared. "Exactly," he spat with mock contempt, to which Taehyung raised his hands in baffled surrender.

Yoongi snorted.

Pleased with himself, Seokjin grinned at the hybrid. The interaction was lost on the younger men, so they shrugged at each other.

"Anyway... after he asked for the umpteenth time I cracked and confessed to 'losing' it," Seokjin finished.

"Joonie must have been devastated," Taehyung crowed.

"Of course he was," Seokjin sighed. "The poor thing moped around for weeks. Imagine if he found out I dumped it on purpose." He shook his head and looked down at Yoongi thoughtfully. "Jimin, do you have a hand mirror or something so Yoongi and I can talk length?"