wheat, honey, and dreams.

jedi mind tricks.

"Jimin?"

His voice travels in the tiny kitchenette, sounds louder than he meant it too. A glass of iced tea rests in his left hand, the condensation coating the glass making his palms slippery. His fingers trace patterns in the water, small prints where the ice ends and the actual drink begins.

"Hmmm?" Jimin drawls, lazy sounding. He is lazy. Legs propped up on the kitchen table, eyes closed while he rests back in his chair. Jeongguk thinks he's missing out. The kitchen window has a perfect view of the sun disappearing behind the clouds.

He watches. The sun dips a bit lower, makes the sky a blood orange.

"What do you see in my brother?"

Jimin spits out his cookie. A bit of the debris hits Jeongguk on his upper cheek, tears his attention away from the sky. It looks like someone placed a red and orange popsicle in the air, and let it drip freely onto the earth. Melt into the atmosphere.

Jeongguk grimaces, wipes his face with the back of his thumb, mutters, "you're fucking disgusting-"

"I don't know what the fuck you think you're talking about Jeon Jeongguk," Jimin bites out after swallowing copious amounts of water, his own hands now wet from the glass. He picks up the cookie again afterwards, pretending to be nonchalant. He gets water on the cookie. Jeongguk cringes, sips his iced tea again.

And then he listens.

Don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it don't think-

"I can hear you."

Jimin abruptly stands up from his chair, slams it under the table. Drops the cookie. Jeongguk startles a bit, sets down his tea so he doesn't drop it onto the floor. Watch the glass shatter all over Jimin's flooring. Right now, he just watches as Jimin tears a hand through his hair, starts pacing back and forth with huffed breaths.

"I told you not to use your weird Jedi mind tricks on me-"

"They're not mind tricks Jimin. If you don't want me to listen, maybe you should just be honest."

Jimin stops moving. Settles by the sink. Leans against it, the countertop probably poking into the dip of his back. Maybe painful. If so, he doesn't show it on his face. Just grimaces for a different reason, another deafening sigh.

"I hate you."

Jeongguk whistles. Kicks his own feet up on the counter, remarks, "that's harsh."

"No seriously, I hate you. It's like lying doesn't exist in your vocabulary-"

"Why should it?" He's back to picking up his drink, sipping it cheekily. The ice brushes his upper lip, makes it cold. Almost numb. He doesn't really look, more of just feels, as Jimin spins around from where he's standing so he can place his hands on the countertop, bury his face in them. Like Jeongguk had done a few nights before. Only a week ago.

"Because," he sighs again, and his voice is a bit muffled but Jeongguk can still make out the words, "normal people lie Jeongguk. It's in our DNA, like our responsibility as human beings or some shit."

Jeongguk ignores the slight pang in his chest at the words normal people. Knows Jimin doesn't mean it that way. He would never.

He just sets the iced tea down again, watches as a small ring forms on the tablecloth, and shrugs. Half assed, shoulders lifting only to fall back into the chair. Even though Jimin isn't looking at him to see him shrug, he's pretty sure he somehow hears it though, because then Jimin mumbles, "damn it," and turns around.