"you're home late." it's an observation, one which lingers on an unspoken bite, evident in the way he refuses to look at him. anything yoongi has to say about the state of jimin's attire and the ungodly hour he decides to walk in would be written off as simple hypocrisy; and he knows it is. eyes lift from his laptop once, just briefly, before he resumes staring blankly at the screen without actually reading the material in front of him. "you've got a little something on you neck, kid."
Jimin isn't surprised when he comes home and Yoongi is awake. He's barely made it through the door and shut it before his roommate is making observations a seven year old could point out. Cheerful as usual, Jimin shoots Yoongi a smile as he takes off his shoes, a little tipsy from the drinks he's consumed all night. "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock!"
Still coming down from his rush the younger boy treads his way across the apartment a little unsteadily and approaches from behind, ruffling his fingers through Yoongi's hair. "Ahhh~ did hyung have fun staying here and not coming with me, hmmm?" His lips start to morph into a slight pout and he tugs a bit more roughly at the other's hair, trying to get him to look up. "Is my handsome Min Yoongi-ah in a foul mood again?" he prods, his hands moving to rest on his shoulders and sliding downwards until his face is pressing into the warm crook of his neck. "Tell Jiminnie what's wrong," he mumbles, pressing little kisses against Yoongi's skin.
