Always Running

He blushed slightly when he was complimented. He nuzzled his hyung back. He huffed. “Hyung. I can’t help being tall. It’s not my fault blame my parents.” He frowned. Even though he was used to Jimin commenting about his height, Weili still didn’t like his hyung hating his height. “Hyung is the right height for me so it doesn’t matter how tall hyung is.” He grinned.

“I know. I know. Hyuna is just very bitter about this stature, but it’s okay! I have my small team and we’re gonna do big things, buddy. Big things!” Snatching up the bag he gave the other an apologetic smile as he rifled through the snacks-- most were just taken from his dorm and the convenience store on the corner. “Sorry you can’t join in, kiddo. But you have to be at least this short,” He patted himself on the head before fishing out a bag of chips and tossing to the other. “to join in on small team shenanigans. It’s the rules. I didn’t write them-- well, I did, but... you get the idea.” Waving a hand in dismisall, he went back to digging, a cheesy grin on his lips. 

She grinned. “That’s mostly because you like it when I’m staring at you and I can’t help it when you’re not wearing anything. You’re too hot. You should be illegal. You’re the only one I like being shirtless around, though, I hope you know that. …..Actually, I like being shirtless when I’m by myself too, but that’s just because shirts are too much work.” Zumi sighed, a little disappointed when he took his hands off her, standing up. One look at him was enough to have her giggling, and she pushed her hand in his face. “Stop that. I can’t take this seriously when you’re like that,” she laughed, but she still tried to put on a little show and tease a little as she slipped her shorts off and tossed them aside, holding back laughter the whole time because wow he was a dork but she was too.

His laugh was a little louder than he intended, but oh well. It’s not like there was anyone here for them to disturb with their general noisiness anyways and it was really something Jimin shouldn’t be taking into consideration, especially when all different kinds of ideas are popping into his head about just how loud they might be able to get-- but that’s for later. At the moment, he pokes his tongue out and licks her hand before she can pull it away. “So? When have you even taken me seriously, huh?” 

Yao scrunched up his face, nodding while looking away from the obnoxious eyelash batting and sucking up. “I guess you’re a little cute. Cuter than me. But if we’re thinking cutest in the group, I think Weili has you beat. He’s pretty damn cute.” Yao snorted, shrugging. “I wouldn’t count it out. Sometimes the tiny ones have the most bite. Look at Eliza…..” He was really glad Lize wasn’t there to hear him call her short. He’d probably get a punch in the arm. Definitely a glare at the very least.

Jimin is quiet for a few minutes, completely paused and lips pursed as he thinks carefully about each member of the group. “Actually-- yeah, you’re right. I’m fucking adorable, but that kid has the age card.” Jimin admits after a while, pushing himself off the couch to go dig around in his bag for the tablet. “And the height card.” He adds a little quieter, sounding a bit bitter. “But it’s because us tiny ones are filled with so much rage-- it evens out in taller people, but us short kids just sit here and boil with anger. And it’s probably something to do with being closer to hell, but you know.” A little shrug and he’s bouncing right back over to throw himself on the couch, already bringing up the file he had so lovingly titled “ACE as furries.”

She kissed his nose, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Sorry, baby. We can talk about that some other time, then. Both of those sound nice. You know what else is interesting? How handsome you are. And how much I enjoy when you’re shirtless. We could talk about that too. Because wow….” she murmured, stretching out the last few syllables and smirking a little. “Yeah okay, but…the shorts come next and I can’t take those off without you moving your hands. And I don’t want you to move your hands, so we’ve got a bit of a problem here,” she told him, faking a pout for a split second.

Swatting at her hand, he tried not to preen so much at the praise, even if they both knew it was the kind of think he absolutely ate up. “Yeah? Well, that’s convenient because I kinda like being shirtless-- around you at least. In general, I don’t mind it too much, but we both know I really like it around you, especially when you’re shirtless too. Or just naked in general so--” Lifting his hands, he motions for her to climb off. “If you hurry then it’ll be okay so just-- hurry.” Leaning up on his elbows, he was sporting a grin that could only be descried as completely cheesy and he even accompanied it with a wiggle of his brows. “So come on. Let me see what you got.” 

She pretended to think for a moment, before replying, “You might be onto something there, you know…….Or maybe we’re the normal ones and everyone else is super weird. And we’re the ones who will rise above to take down the machines because we’re the only ones who aren’t blind to their power.” She nodded, rolling her eyes a little. “Oh, of course. I’m just lucky that the only one here with me right now is you–how embarrassing would it be if that tag had been bugging me….I dunno, backstage or something.”

“Okay listen-- all this talk about the machines rising up scares me and honestly turns me off a little so yeah-- Let’s talk about something more interesting. Like how pretty you are or how it’s just me who gets to see you like this. Isn’t that much more interesting?” He laughed a little, hands sliding up her thighs idly. “In fact, you know. I’d actually like to see a little bit more. Half naked means half, not a quarter-- which is what you are. Or something. I don’t know, I was never too good at math, but you get my point.” 

“Minni mouse!” The maknae called as he heard the voice of perhaps his favourite Korean hyung. “I missed you, my Minnie.” 

“You’re so cute.” He cooed, nuzzling into the other’s side. “So cute I’ll forgive you for being so tall.” It was something he always said and something the fans even pointed out from time to time, but Jimin couldn’t help that he was always so touchy about his height and his favorite dongsaeng was so much taller than him. 

“I’ll consider it. I mean….it definitely wouldn’t be all that inaccurate,” she said with a shrug. “Fine, not a robot…….not an alien….Does that mean I’m a robot or alien then, because sometimes I feel like you come from a whole other species. I know, I know. If they ever do, I’ll be sure to kick their asses for you,” Zumi promised. She laughed, kissing him back and watching with a smile, her eyebrow raised at his explanation. “Right. I’m sure it did.” Tugging her own shirt over her head, she smirked. “Just like mine had a tag that was bugging me–I should really cut it off when I get a spare minute.”

“Or-- and this is just an idea I’m gonna throw out there, okay? We’re both just humans who are a little bit weird.” He held his free hand up in defense quickly. “I know, I know. It’s a hard concept, but just consider it, okay? Besides, we have to be humans to stop the machines so.” Shrugging he laughed with a little nod. He didn’t even bother to hide the way he raked his gaze over her and he’d be lying if he didn’t appreciate it fully but he had time. “You should really do that. Can’t be taking off her shirt just anywhere now.” 

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “I’m definitely not a lesbian. I categorize myself as ‘metal as fuck’, thank you very much. I’m just saying, it’d be funny if I had been when my mom was lecturing me about not ever being around boys.“ Zumi raised her eyebrow, a crooked smile gracing her features. “I have no doubt in my mine that you are.” Poking his forehead with her finger, right between the eyes, she replied, “Some days I have my doubts. You could very easily be a sophisticated robot and I’d have no way of knowing. Do you want me to write a paper, then? Because I warn you–it’s gonna be pretty long.”

“Ah right.. I forgot. That’s what you consider your sexuality. I still think you should label yourself as Jim-sexual, but that’s just my personal feelings. Feelings, that I have because I’m a person and not a robot so stop telling me that I am. You know how scared I am about the machines rising up.” A light shrug and he was no sooner yelping and trying to snatch her hands from under his shirt. “You monster! Cut it out!” The pout he sported was quickly slipping away from her kiss however and Jimin chased after for another quick one before wriggling out of his shirt and flopping back on the bed. “It’s bunching up. It feels weird.” Was his whined explanation as he finally settled back down into the sheets. 

“Oh, yeah. My mom gave it to me. ‘Kazumi, I don’t even want to see you near a boy until you’re married! And not even then–that’s something you save for the privacy of your own home!’ You know…..it’d be kind of funny if I was a lesbian or something. That would shoot a bunch of holes in her plan. I’m alright with you showing me, though,” Zumi said with a snort, rolling her eyes. “When aren’t you singing Broadway to me? You’ve got a song for every situation. Hey, I actually know Rocky pretty well. This is like, a first. Now you have to sing the song,” she said with a laugh, though she gave him no opportunity to as she kissed him again.

“Well, I sure hope you aren’t a lesbian-- or if you do categorize yourself as one then you should probably learn what the definition is.” Dropping his hands to rest on her thighs, he waggled his brows in an exaggerated manner. “I am a pretty good teacher if I do say so myself.” And he was agreeing with her. There almost wasn’t a time when he wasn’t singing some song from a musical or movie of some kind. Sometimes he tended to sing the soundtracks, loud and obnoxiously, of course. “You bet I’m real and that’s good because I like you a lot more too. Which-- is one of the SAT prompts. Explain why you like Jimin so much. So.”  

“How are you even real,” she muttered with a roll of her eyes, snickering a little and shaking her head a little. “Are you actually singing John Mayor? And about yourself, not even me? You’re definitely an alien,” she teased, a hand coming up to straighten his hair affectionately. She laughed, resisting the urge to hide her face in her hands, or roll off the bed because she was laughing so hard. 

“Well... while I’m assuming you’ve had the talk, I’d be more than happy to show you exactly how I became ‘real’-- so to speak. You know, if you want to.” But his words quickly trailed off into giggles again and he nodded a little, only belting out that one line in the song again before quickly giving the disclaimer, “That’s actually the only line I know and the only John Mayer song I know, but I could sing Broadway to you. There’s actually a very appropriate song for this situation or! Wait! That one song from Rocky!” He babbled, actually settling into the bed, dragging on of the pillows so he could prop himself up a little, head tilting to the side.

Yao couldn’t help but laugh a little, nodding his head. “Yeah, sorry. It looks just like you. It’s fluffy and cute with a little nose and cute little eyes. Bae Jimin, you are that dog.” He snorted. “In our relationship, if one of us was that dog and the other was a big german shepard, I’d be the german shepard. I am much larger than you are, and in a fight, i think i’d do more damage,” Yao pointed out with a grin. He patted the younger man’s head gently. 

Jimin was quiet for a few minutes before batting his lashes up at Yao in the most obnoxious manner he could manage.”You think I’m cute? Aw. Yao, you’re so sweet.” Shifting so he could more effectively cling to the other his tone quickly changed. “But as sweet as that is, I’m still remaining in my blissful state of denial. That little dog couldn’t take down a butterfly and we both know very well I can take down like... a small child, maybe a weak old lady at best okay.” 

“bro”