#crack-y

At first, Yoongi was completely and utterly against the idea of getting another roommate for their college dorm.

After all, you were only supposed to have three people per dorm. And that's what they had. Seokjin, Namjoon, and Yoongi himself. 

But Seokjin had a friend who was coming back from studying abroad, but all the other dorms were full and Hoseok just didn't have enough money to get his own place, and Seokjin being Seokjin had offered Hoseok a room in his dorm.

And so then Namjoon roomed with Seokjin and Hoseok got Namjoon's old room and all was well. 

Then Jimin came. The answer was simple, Jimin would share a room with Hoseok.

After Jimin was Jungkook. Everyone knew not to invade Yoongi's sleeping space and let Jungkook take the pull out bed in the living room.

But never did Yoongi expect Seokjin to offer their already full dorm a new occupant. 

Kim Taehyung. 

Kim fucking Taehyung. 

A new transferee halfway through the school year. 

Yoongi wouldn't mind a new transferee. Usually. 

But, Seokjin just had to invite Taehyung into their dorm. 

Now he had no choice but to room with Taehyung. Yoongi wouldn't be so pissed if Taehyung's stupid loft bed hadn't been 'misplaced' by the delivery guys, but it was. 

 It was, and now Yoongi seriously considering scaring poor Taehyung away with the huge string of curses that were begging to leave his mouth. 

Taehyung was hot. Yoongi would admit that to himself and himself only. But at the moment, he couldn't care less if he was hot, cute, poor, or even a king.

Yoongi just wanted the damn kid to move over because his recording session had gone on way too long, resulting in him coming home at two in the fucking morning, and all he cared about was getting sleep. 

But how was he supposed to fucking sleep if Taehyung was taking up the whole bed? 

Yoongi almost kicked Taehyung off the bed when Seokjin's words replayed in his head. 

"Don't you dare scare or hurt the damn kid Min Yoongi." 

Yoongi groaned, as he realized that kicking the kid off the bed was not a solution.

He poked Taehyung. He stirred, but didn't wake up. 

Yoongi groaned once more. "Fuck this." He said, and cupped his hands over his mouth to be loud (and to be annoying to the other dorm occupants to prove that it was a bad idea to give Min Yoongi a roommate).

"Kid get up and scoot your ass so I can sleep." 

Taehyung stirred, now awake, but didn't move just to be stubborn. Yoongi groaned, as he realized what the younger was doing. "Taehyung come on, I'm not up for this shit right now I just want to sleep." Yoongi confessed, running a hand through his hair. 

Yoongi thought for a moment. Being rude wasn't working, and he was honestly so tired that he's considering actually asking nicely. Then he snorted, because he's so tired that he actually thought about being nice for a second. He doesn't even know how to be polite without throwing in a god damn insult or cuss somewhere.

Yoongi tried to push Taehyung, but the younger wasn't budging. Yoongi groaned loudly. 

"You're taking up the whole mother fu- the whole bed, can you please move?" Yoongi tried (keyword tried) to be polite at two fucking am. But this shit wasn't flying with Yoongi. 'Fuck it. Jin can yell at me all he wants later. Now I want some fucking sleep.'

"You are taking up the entire fucking bed. Now can you please move? I know you're not asleep you little shit. Don't take me lightly I will Kung fu kick your ass out of bed right fucking now." Yoongi seethed.

Taehyung slowly sat up. "Oh, sorry hyung, was I taking up the whole bed? I'm sorry." Taehyung grinned sleepily before scooting over so that Yoongi could lay down. 

Yoongi smirked as he replied. "No it's okay kid, I'm just gonna-" he cut himself off as he rolled onto Taehyung and a loud thud followed by a groan sounded throughout the dorm. 

Footsteps and lights switching on were heard as the door to their room swung open. 

"Min Yoongi I swear to god. I thought I told you not to--" Seokjin started before taking a good look at the scene in front of him.  

Taehyung was on the floor wrapped in an anime blanket, with Yoongi to his side, half snuggling into what he thought was the blanket, and half curled around Taehyung, both of them tangled in the large throw blanket. 

What surprised the rest of the guys in the dorm was that both of the boys were actually asleep. Yes. Both boys who appeared to not get along whatsoever, were on the floor, tangled in the same blanket all the while snuggling for warmth. 

The rest of the guys quickly whipped out their phones to snap a picture (or twenty) faster than Yoongi could fall asleep. 

“Jimin for the last time I told you blind dates aren’t my thing!” Taehyung complained as his roommate and best friend of seven years picked him up from the cafe. 

“Tae, shut up. You need to be happy and stop moping just because that Bogum guy dumped you. He was an asshole and you know it.” Jimin said while walking in the direction towards their dorms. 

“Okay one, I’m not moping! and two, I know he was an butthole, but that has nothing to do with you setting me up on blind dates! You even made me a freaking tinder without my permission!” Taehyung yelled as loudly as he could without gaining bystanders’ attention. 

Jimin stopped and turned around. “I’m your best friend, if I wasn’t dating Jungkookie you know you’d probably do the exact same thing for me.”

Taehyung pouted. “That’s an invalid argument.” 

“Yet you’re not denying it~” Jimin pointed out in a sing-song tone. 

Taehyung groaned. He was following Jimin as they passed by the park.

Jimin stopped abruptly. Taehyung didn’t notice until he walked straight into his back.

“Jimin! Why’d you stop?” Taehyung questioned. 

Jimin turned around so quickly Taehyung was almost afraid he got whiplash.

“Taehyung! Ohmygosh, quick one of the doctors that I’ve seen once at the hospital where Kookie works is over there so i’m gonna pretend to faint. Freak out.” Jimin exclaimed before pretending to pass out in a believable dramatic fashion. 

“What? Ohmygosh Jimin!” Taehyung screeched, embarrassed and kinda of worried. 

A very hot guy rushed over to see what happened.

“Oh my gosh what happened?” Hot guy asked while checking Jimin’s pulse. He patted Jimin’s cheek before looking up at Taehyung. “Excuse me? Do you mind telling me what happened?” The hot guy questioned. 

Taehyung blinked. Well, at least Jimin wasn’t wrong, the guy was hot. Then the gravity of the situation actually hit Taehyung. He widened his eyes. “Oh mygoshi’msosorrypleaseignorehimhesheheshescrazyiuhm” Taehyung stammered.

“Hey, hey, calm down and breathe. It’s okay, I’m a doctor. Can you tell me what happened to your friend here?” The hot guy gestured to where Jimin was laying - that bish just winked. 

“I’m so sorry, that’s my best friend and he is actually crazy. Also he’s perfectly fine. Except for the crazy part.”

“I’m sorry?” He questioned. 

“You’re a doctor.” 

“..Yes? I believe I said that earlier?”

“You’re a doctor and my friend’s been trying to set me up on a date with people for months now and he saw you walking and I guess you work at the hospital where his boyfriend interns and he knew you were a doctor and so he pretended to faint to draw your attention and he’s actually really okay I swear.” Taehyung babbled. 

The guy raised his eyebrow in disbelief.

Taehyung sighed. “Jimin get up or I will kick you.” Jimin stayed on the floor. 

Taehyung looked down at Jimin. “I’m gonna freaking call Jungkook and have him kick you.”

Jimin’s stoic face morphed into a pout. “Taetae you always ruin my fun.” he whined. 

The two looked up at the hot doctor guy. “Okay two things- one, don’t ever do that again or I will kick you. And two, You’re Jungkook’s boyfriend?” 

Jimin nodded along to the guys’ words. 

“Oh that’s cool. Tell Jungkook that I said he has to bring me pastries whenever he gets coffee before work. I’m Kim Seokjin.”

Seokjin stood up, and brushed off the dirt from his knees. Taehyung offered Jimin a hand. Once Jimin’s hand was about to grab onto his, he swiftly pulled it away while he introduced himself to Seokjin. “I’m Kim Taehyung-” “ow! What the fu-” “I’m sorry for all the trouble he’s caused.” Taehyung said without missing a beat. 

It was much easier to talk to him knowing that Jungkook was friends with him - Jungkook was a good judge of character. Any friend of Jungkook’s was a friend of his- literally. They had a close knit group of friends, and that was it.

Seokjin’s pocket beeped. “Oh, I’m sorry, I have to go. It was interesting to meet you!” He said before walking swiftly in the direction of the hospital. 

“Taehyung you’re fucking useless you didn’t even get his number.” Jimin grumbled.

Taehyung pouted. “Does it matter? He’s Jungkook’s coworker; you’ll probably just ask Jungkook and then set us on a date without my permission again.” Taehyung quipped. 

“Jungkook! Stop being lazy! And call me hyung you brat!” Jimin scolded the younger.

Jungkook scoffed. “Jimin, I am not being lazy.” 

Taehyung rolled his eyes at his boyfriends’ antics. One day they were gonna get kicked out of the library, private study room or not. 

“Yes you are! We’ve literally been here for six hours and you’ve sat there on your phone this whole time! Our Taehyungie has been studying this whole time! And I already told you to call me hyung!” Jimin fumed. 

Taehyung snorted as he watched the exchange between his boyfriends. Jimin was correct about Jungkook not doing any work, but Jimin hadn’t been doing anything either; not that Taehyung would be the one to point that out. 

“-respectful to your elders Jungkook!”

“Jimin you’re being unreasonable; Taehyung, please tell Jimin that he’s being unreasonable.” Jungkook pleaded.

Jimin looked at Taehyung, who frowned. “You’re both being unreasonable. It’s already two in the morning. Let’s just go home. You guys are tired and arguing.” Taehyung suggested. He started to clean up all his papers. 

“But Taehyungie don’t you have to finish your work?” Jimin questioned. 

“Hyung, let’s just go. I can finish this later. You two need to go home and sleep or I will lock you guys out of the dorm again.” 

Jungkook gasped. “Taehyung, you wouldn’t.”

“Ah! See? You’re being rude again!” Jimin noted.

Jungkook turned to Jimin. “It’s not rude, they don’t use these types of titles in America!”

“You’ve never even been to America! We’re Korean!” Jimin protested.

“But they don-” The slamming of a door cut Jungkook off. 

Jimin and Jungkook turned to the door, then looked at each other. 

“He seems mad.” Jimin pointed out.

“He wouldn’t actually… Would he?” Jungkook voiced. 

Jimin widened his eyes. “He would.”

They both grabbed their stuff in a rush and ran out the door. 

“Taehyung! Taehyung wait up!”

Taehyung kept walking. 

Jimin grinned and ran up to Taehyung and jumped on his back. 

“Ah!” Taehyung stumbled. “Hyung! What the heck?” 

“Taehyungie!” Jimin cooed. “I thought you were gonna leave us!”

Taehyung scoffed. “I was. Get off hyung.”

Jimin got off and moved in front of Taehyung to pinch his cheeks. “Awe, Taehyungie is so mean to us, right Jungkookie?” 

Jungkook chuckled, seeing Taehyung getting increasingly more annoyed of Jimin’s antics. “Okay Jimin, that’s enough of that.”

He wrapped his arms around Jimin’s torso and picked him up so that Taehyung didn’t actually get mad at them. “Come on, let’s go home.” 

All three of them sat on the couch cuddling while watching tv. 

Jimin and Jungkook were bickering again before Jungkook lifted Jimin off of the couch and into his lap, effectively breaking up the argument they had been engaged in. 

Taehyung pouted, and got up to leave. 

“Wait- Taehyungie, what’s wrong?” Jimin asked, grabbing the bottom of Taeyhung’s shirt. 

Taehyung sighed. “Nothing hyung.”

Jungkook frowned. “Taehyung, please don’t lie to us.”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Jimin, I’m really worried about Taehyung.” Jungkook voiced when Taehyung was at a lecture.

“I know Jungkook, I am too. But don’t worry, when he gets back from his lecture today, we’ll talk to him, okay?” Jimin reassured.

“Okay.” 

Jimin and Jungkook were walking back to the dorms to wait up for Taehyung when Jungkook stumbled.

“Woah, what the-” Jungkook nearly cursed.

“Kookie!” Taehyung giggled on Jungkook’s back.

“Taehyung? What the heck? Shouldn’t you be in class right now?” Jimin questioned.

“Professor Min canceled class because he didn’t feel like getting up today.” Taehyung explained.

“Sounds like Professor Min.” Jungkook chuckled. 

They walked back to the dorms- Taehyung didn’t walk, but Jungkook was fine giving him a piggyback ride.

They all sat down on the couch and looked at Taehyung seriously. “Now, would you like to tell us what’s going on with you?”

Taehyung feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jungkook.”

Jimin frowned. “Come on Taehyung, just tell us.”

Taehyung sighed. “It’s just, it’s not fair that Jungkookie’s always picking Jimin up whenever you guys can’t agree on something.”  Taehyung looked down at his lap, embarrassed. 

“Awe, is little Taehyungie jealous?” Jimin teased.

“Maybe.” Taehyung pouted. 

“Taehyung, I only pick Jimin up when we’re arguing, but if you want, I can pick you up; give you piggyback rides whenever you want.” Jungkook suggested.

“Promise?” Taehyung asked timidly.

“I promise.”

Taehyung looked up, grinning.

“No take backs, maknae!”

Jimin started to laugh. “Jungkook, I want no complaining about this, you’re the one who promised.”

Jungkook groaned, “Now I have to carry both of you?”

Jimin and Taehyung smiled widely.

“Taehyung, where are you going?” Yoongi asked, not even looking from his spot on the couch with his laptop.

“Nowhere?” Taehyung answered, almost timidly. 

“Taehyung just because I’m not looking at you doesn’t mean I can’t hear the front door opening.” Yoongi replied flatly.

Taehyung pouted. “Come here, and tell me where you’re going.” Yoongi continued. 

Taehyung sat down on the floor. 

“So, where were you going?” Yoongi asked once again.

“Well, the landlord said we could have small animals right?” Taehyung mumbled.

“Taehyung, I already rejected your ‘eighteen fish’ idea.” Yoongi said, raising his eyebrows.

“But I have another one!” Taehyung pleaded.

Yoongi sighed.

“What if, I mean turtles are small animals, so what if I got some of those?”

“Taehyung, just how many is some of those?”

“Um..”

“Tae.” Yoongi chided.

Taehyung mumbled incoherently.

“Taehyung.”

Taehyung pouted. “What do you mean we can’t buy ten turtles Yoongs? The landlord said small pets were okay!” Taehyung whined. 

“Taehyung I thought we went over this already. After the landlord, you have to go over it with me to make sure it’s okay.” Taehyung frowned. “Besides, I know you’re capable of taking care of Soonshim, but that’s only one animal. I damn well know that you wouldn’t want to hold funerals for ten turtles.”

Taehyung’s frown shifted into a pout. “Then buy me ice cream.” 

“You get one phone call each.” The officer said, glaring at the orange haired male, then at the raven haired male.

“Uhhhhhhh.. Do you want to go first?” The boy with orange hair asked, handing the phone to the Raven haired boy regardless of his answer.

“Wait, how come you’re not going first?” The shorter asked.

“..well.. Uh you see.. I uh, I don’t exactly remember my hyungs’ numbers, so you can go first.” The orange haired boy said, a bit nervously.

“Okay, I’m Jimin, by the way. Park Jimin.” Jimin said racking his brain for his own hyungs’ phone number.

He could call Yoongi, but it’s like twelve in the afternoon so he’s not gonna get up for a few more hours, Namjoon was still at a lecture, maybe he could call Hoseok? But Hoseok was out with an old high school friend.

Hmm…

Jimin decided to call Hoseok after he realized that one; he doesn’t remember the last four digits of Namjoon’s number, and two; Hoseok is less likely to kill him for calling at this hour.

“Hello?”

“Aaaahhaha, hi Hobi hyung, I um, I know you’re out with a friend, but I’m kinda stuck in a holding cell with another guy who has bright orange hair, and, well, uh, can you bail me out please?”

“You, I, orange hair? Holding cell??” Hoseok said all too quickly confused. Soon there was a different voice on the phone.

“Wait orange hair?? Hi Jimin I’m Seokjin, could you please hand the phone to the orange haired boy?” Seokjin asked, taking the phone from Hoseok.

“Uh, yea sure, here.” Jimin said, handing the phone to the orange haired boy.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Kim. Taehyung. Do not tell me you are in a holding cell right now.” Seokjin stated, anger mixed with worry evident in his voice.

“Uhh, then I’m not in a holding cell right now?” Taehyung’s deep voice spoke, unsure of his own statement.

“Just, just wait. Tell - what was his name? Jimin? - tell Jimin that Hoseok and I will be right over. Okay?”

“Okay hyung.” Taehyung replied before hanging up.

“I’m Kim Taehyung, my older brother, Seokjin is coming over with someone named Hoseok?, and they’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“So both of our hyungs were with each other, how lucky.” Jimin said, chuckling a bit.

Taehyung flashed a smile, but grimaced soon after. “Oh crap, Jin hyung is definitely going to kill me.”

Jimin grimaced, after he realized that he would definitely get chewed out by Namjoon and Hoseok at this point.

“So..” Jimin tried to start up a conversation as they both waited for their hyungs’ who were on their way.

“This isn’t fair.” Taehyung suddenly said, sitting up straight from his slouched position on the ground.

“What isn’t fair?” Jimin asked, looking up from his spot against the wall.

“This,” he gestured towards the area they were standing in. “We shouldn’t be here, in a holding cell. All we were doing was making sure the cute little duckies didn’t die while crossing the road. So what if we caused a little traffic? It wasn’t that bad.” Taehyung said, puffing out his cheeks as he pouted.

“I know right? We were just protecting the duckies! I mean, it’s not our fault that the duckies decided to cross the busiest street in Seoul!” Jimin said, agreeing with Taehyung.

They shared a silent agreement that they would both get their hyungs’ to listen to their sides of the story first.

For the first time that day, they surveyed each other.

Taehyung looked over at the shorter boy, his raven black hair, his toned muscles you could definitely see as he was wearing a muscle tee, the much more toned muscles that were most definitely hiding underneath his unwanted shirt, his cute little eye smile he gave when he caught Taehyung staring and - fuck, Taehyung was staring oops.

But Jimin was in no place to complain about Taehyung staring as he caught himself staring at the taller, who had eye-catching bright orange hair which most definitely would not look good on other people opposed to Taehyung himself, his wide box smile he flashed when they realized that their hyungs knew each other, his deep voice that made Jimin want to hear more, his flushed face when they caught each other staring and - fuck, they were both staring again.

“Are you in Uni too?” Jimin asked, wanting to hear that deep voice again (not that he’d ever admit that out loud.)

“Yeah, actually, I was on my way to my apartment from my 10:00 am lecture when I saw the duckies waddle straight into ongoing traffic and I felt like I had to do something.” Taehyung said, not including the fact that he spotted an incredibly cute raven haired shortie across the street and needed a more valid reason to cross the street in the middle of ongoing traffic.

“Really? I was on my way to get some tea after my dance practice at uni when I saw the duckies too!” Jimin said, not including the fact that there was an adorable orange haired boy blocking traffic and he needed another reason to stay with said boy.

As Jimin and Taehyung started opening up and starting conversation with each other, Hoseok and Seokjin burst into the police station.

“Hi, we’re here to bail out Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin please?” Jin said, slightly out of breath as they rushed to pay the bill at the restaurant before leaving to bail out their dongsaengs.

“You’re here to bail out the two kids who caused major traffic on the busiest street of Seoul?” A young man, who looked like a newbie at his job asked.

“They what?” Both Seokjin and Hoseok stammered out at the same time.

“Uh, well, here, hold on. How about we go over to Mr. Park and Mr. Kim and talk things out there?” The police officer who had bunny teeth suggested.

“Ah, yes. Thank you,” Seokjin paused to read the officers’ name plate, “officer Jeon.”

“Okay, Mr. Kim, just sign this paper, same for you, Mr. Jung, and we will release Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin.” Officer Jeon said, readying the keys to open the cell.

“Kim Taehyung,” “Park Jimin,” Both Seokjin and Hoseok began,

“What the hell were you doing causing traffic on the busiest street in Seoul?” They asked simultaneously.

“Well, I was walking home from my ten a.m. lecture when I saw the little duckies starting to cross the road, and I couldn’t exactly redirect the poor things, so, I, uh, may or may not have ran into the middle of traffic to make sure they wouldn’t get hit.” Taehyung said, all of a sudden very interested in the shoes he had worn today (they were his worn out red converse).

Hoseok gave Jimin an expecting look.

Jimin sighed. “Well, I was on my way back from the extra dance practice when I heard little tiny quacks and saw that a boy with bright orange hair had just ran onto the street, and the, the duckies looked so helpless, and, and Tae looked too occupied with making sure the duckies wouldn’t get hit that he almost got hit himself and so I kinda might’ve..um..”

Hoseok urged Jimin on.

“I might’ve ran onto the street to make sure that none of the duckies, Tae, or I would get hit by a car.” Jimin said, all too interested with a dog tag around his neck.

Seokjin stood speechless. He was Taehyung’s older brother. His legal guardian. He was supposed to make sure that nothing bad would happen to his dongsaeng. He was supposed to make sure that Tae stayed safe, no matter what kind of crazy shit he did.

Yet here Jin was, hearing that Taehyung had protected a mother duck and her ducklings, almost getting hit by a car in the process.

Jin stood awestruck for a few more moments before rushing over to engulf Jimin in a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you..” Jin said, squeezing tight, before hearing a light mumble of “why are you thanking me?” from Jimin.

“Thank you for making sure he didn’t get hurt,” Jin said before lowering his voice to where only Jimin could hear, “and don’t think I don’t see the way you look at TaeTae, I think you’re good for him.” Seokjin whispered before releasing the hug, just to engulf Taehyung in another hug.

Jimin was left red-faced as Hoseok ruffled Jimin’s hair before dialing up Jimin’s roommate, Namjoon, to inform him of the recent events. Also quietly adding in that Jimin might come home gushing about a certain orange haired idiot.

“Shit, I knew I shouldn’t have let you convince me to go to iHop with you at 3 last night this morning!” Jimin yelled hastily as he threw on clothes while throwing an outfit onto a half-awake Taehyung. 

“What?” Taehyung asked, voice husky and deep from sleep, “Minnie, whats wrong?” Jimin blinked blearily at Taehyung and rushes into the bathroom to brush his teeth. “Get up already! We’re gonna be late for class!” He yelled from the bathroom.

“What are you-” Taehyung cut himself off as he caught a glance at the clock. “Aww shit. Mr. Clock, you were supposed to wake me up. Jiminnie! Never trust a clock to wake you up!,” Taehyung yells as he finishes up putting clothes on and runs to the bathroom. “They’re not very reliable.” He said pouting.

“Shut up and let’s go.” Jimin says jokingly while opening the door.

Jimin and Taehyung were rushing to class, when Taehyung tripped over absolutely nothing. (he insists there was something on the floor. there wasn’t) Jimin, in a joking manner pulled Taehyung to his feet and said something that he would most likely regret later, “A good soldier never leaves a man behind!” 

Taehyung froze at this. “…Did you just quote Toy Story Min?” Jimin chuckled and glanced at his watch-maybe he could avoid this embarrassing feeling by being late. “Tae, not now come on, we’re already late!” And so, because holy shit they are super late Taehyung let the Toy Story matter go. For now.

Now, give-or-take 5 hours later, as he and Jimin were walking back to their dorms together, they passed the spot where Taehyung had tripped, and he decided this was a good place to bring it up.

So Taehyung ‘tripped’ (it was a very dramatic fall, Jimin blames all the american dramas Tae had been watching lately) and decidedly yelled, “Jimbles, go on without me! You have to make it home even if it means leaving me here!” 

And Jimin did just that, and left Taehyung on the floor as he left with red cheeks, acting like he wasn’t the ‘Jimbles’ that he was referring to, because people were staring, and Taehyung knew Jimin was very easily embarrassed.

Once Jimin got to their dorm, he shot Taehyung a text, asking where he was, because while Jimin was still embarrassed as fuck, Taehyung was a little shit as well as a smol little cinnamon roll that needed to be watched over.

Taehyung didn’t text back for almost two hours before Jimin got a text saying that he’d be home in ten minutes.

“Jiminnie, I’m home! I brought you star-” Taehyung yelled as he took off his shoes but was cut off when a flash of red hair ran into his side. “Tae, don’t- never not- ohmygod- you have no idea- I almost called Seokjin on your ass- where the fuck were you?” Jimin asked in a jumble of worried words.

“Woah, woah, calm down Minnie, I thought I told you I was called in to cover Jungkook’s shift like, three hours ago.” Taehyung said, chuckling a little because damn well he forgot to tell Jimin that, but he obviously didn’t need to know that.

“Well you didn’t you asshole..but thanks for the latte.” Jimin said as Taehyung handed him the warm drink, as he sipped on his own frappuccino. Jimin didn’t understand how Taehyung could drink that shit in the middle of December-while it was snowing, no less- but he never seemed to be bothered by it, so Jimin never questioned it.

“Now,” Taehyung said, “was that really a Toy Story quote you pulled from your ass this morning?” Jimin blushed, and that was all the answer needed before Taehyung started laughing his ass off. 

“Well, what about you? What was that shit you pulled before leaving for work dumbass? We were in the middle of campus you dipshit.” Jimin blushed even harder (Taehyung didn’t even know that humans could turn that shade of red.)

 “Hey, at least I didn’t pull a Toy Story quote from my ass.” Taehyung giggled.

“Kim Taehyung, stop mentioning that or so help me i will fight you.” Jimin threatened, and suppressed a laugh when Taehyung tried to look intimidating. “Square up, hoe.” Jimin fought to keep looking angry as Taehyung traced an outline of a square into the air and pointed upwards. “Tae, that was a fuckin’ rectangle.” Jimin said chuckling.

“Okay, fine. Do we still have mac-n-cheese?” (because the demanding life of college students didn’t approve of expensive foods.) “Yeah, what movie we watching today?” Jimin asked because whenever someone mentioned having mac-n-cheese for dinner it would always be a movie night. 

Taehyung didn’t even try to suppress his shit-eating-grin when he answered.