Jimin 💛; besides, it's just as much your home as it is mine
Yoongi; come home, sit here with us, and bother them, and if they say anything degrading shove your foot down their throat
Jimin 💛; really, it's fine. I'll just stay in the studio and leave you guys alone
Yoongi; no.
Jimin 💛; it's my home i will do as i please
Yoongi; fine
Yoongi; fucking loser
Yoongi; i hope u get hit by a car :)
Jimin 💛; i'm sure you do
Jimin 💛; i'll be back in 10
*******
When Jimin opened the door to their apartment, Yoongi noticed the boy was holding bag after bag of groceries with a worrying amount of ease. The blonde walked in, directly past the elder and his friends, and sat the bags on their kitchen table.
In the living room, Hoseok was sprawled on top of Namjoon on their couch, nodding as Namjoon played a set of notes. Yoongi was on the floor next to them, sweatpants and a tank top on, scribbling violently into a notebook, face scrunched .
When he heard the bags being placed down, his head shot up and he scratched his scalp for the fourth time that minute. His horns were agitated again, so he directed his gaze to the kitchen.
"Jimin!" he yelled, and his friends froze, turning to follow Yoongi's gaze, "Bring me the black or red hat, please!"
Hoseok gasped, placing a hand over his chest to be dramatic. "You said please! Damn, this place really does things, doesn't it?"
In the kitchen, Jimin was smiling to himself as he set the bags of groceries on the counter, the Adidas bag still in his hand. "Sure thing."
Yoongi though, wrinkled his face. He hadn't even noticed his politeness.
Hoseok leaned over to get close to Yoongi's ear as Jimin walked into the living room. "Dude, this place must be a real hell house if you are really out here asking for things politely."
Yoongi chuckled lowly and looked back up a Jimin as he dug around the bag, "This kid is so sweet, I want to fucking choke to death."
Namjoon huffed as Hoseok moved around in his lap, "Lay stil would you? You and lord dickhead down there can gossip when I'm not trying to work."
Jimin handed Yoongi the red and black beanie, barley sparing him a glance as he then turned on his heel and walked back to the kitchen.
"Hey, babe!" Hoseok yelled out to Jimin, leaning up so he could see over the couch and bar table. "Did you only get something for him or did you get something for the rest of us?"
Jimin's face flushed to a bright red at Hoseok's word choice. "Um...,- I only have a yellow one left, and Yoongi didn't want it so I guess it wouldn't be bad if you had it?" Jimin said, starting to reach back into the bag.
Yoongi snorted, "Seok." he said, gaining his friends attention and throwing him the black one. He motioned to his head and scratched it the way he and Hobi had been doing for over an hour. His friend got the message, slipping on the hat in unison with Yoongi, both of them adjusting it as their horns quickly grew from their heads, remaining hidden by the new accessories.
Namjoon laughed at the flustered boy, "How about you gift us your presence huh? We shouldn't waste time when we can be spending it with a cutie like you."
"Uh,- no. You guys can hang out...,- I have groceries to put away anyways, I'll be out of your hair," Jimin stuttered, moving to put the peppers he bought in the fridge.
Yoongi almost moaned as his tail grew in, it had been too long. Hoseok actually did moan, causing Namjoon to jump in his seat, quickly noticing what was happening, "Damn-" he joked, "Didn't know you found Jimin that hot."
Hoseok glared at Namjoon. "Fuck off or perish."
Jimin though, stood in the kitchen, holding a bag of lettuce, wide eyed and red, not quite knowing what to do. "Um. You know what, I think I will put these up later," and he set down the lettuce and started to speed walk out of the kitchen.
"Hey, angel," Yoongi said, stopping the boy, "Namjoon needs help with a softer song for a ballad dance thing,- help him, would you?" his face was buried in his journal again.
"Uh...," Jimin looked down at Yoongi before quietly saying, "Which one is Namjoon?"
Namjoon raised the hand that wasn't playing with Hoseok's horn through his hat, "The handsome one."
Hoseok pretended to be hurt. "Ow..."
Jimin nodded softly. "So, What do you need help with what exactly?"
"Shut up Seok.' Joon laughed, and turned to Jimin, "I have to write a slower, more ballad-like song,- for the sophomore dance team, and Hobi here is more into Hip-Hop, so I have no idea if this is good or not. I just need you to listen to it, Yoongi said you could?"
"Oh," Jimin glanced down at Yoongi. "Sure thing."
"Okay,- me time now," Hoseok said, finally moving off of Namjoon. "Since these two are fucking idiots, Jimin, I have a question. In theory, if you were to drink half of a five hour energy, would you get two and a half hours of full energy, or five hours of half assed energy?"
At that, Yoongi finally looked up from his writing, throwing a pen directly at Hoseok's face.
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shout out to you- you are a cutie- Zepp {051120}
ganwrooooooo - tae {011821}
Chapter Eight
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