#heypon

Jimin runs a hand through his hair and wants to sigh, but that’ll just make him chillier. It’s been just long enough that it’s getting uncomfortable. And of course he isn’t wearing a hoodie or anything.

He looks at Jin, pacing a few feet off while keeping his arms moving, and frowns.

“We’re going to die in here,” he says. It’s not even sad, just...resigned. Jin stops moving and stares. “I told them last week, fix the walk-in door, it sticks. I told them last month!”

“Yeah I know, I told them,” Jin sighs. “It’s fine. They’ll get us soon. We’re not going to die. We just...have to keep our cool.”

Jimin stares. “Seriously? In a freezer, you’re still...?”

“There is no bad time for puns,” Jin states with gravity. “Listen, we’re stuck here until they get someone in, and that’ll probably be at least another half hour, so...come hug me.”

“...What?”

“Hug me,” Jin says again as he holds his arms open. “It’s getting to be ridiculously cold and I’m not built for this life.”

They’ve only been coworkers for about two months. Jimin assumed Jin would quit fairly quickly, considering he looks a lot like the type to expect to be served, not do the serving. But Jin works hard, and brings a really fun atmosphere to even the roughest shifts, and has an ungodly assortment of dad jokes, and....Jimin might have a crush. So in theory, this hugging thing is perfect. He’s been sort of dying to touch Jin in any capacity. But now he’s frozen in place and--

Shit. The lame jokes are spreading.

Jin sucks his teeth. “Fine, I’ll come to you, then.” And Jimin doesn’t have time or the capacity to argue, because now there are arms around him.

The hug is chilly but it takes seconds for their bodies to warm up just a tad. Jimin lets out a pleased sigh and regrets it immediately. Jin chuckles and gives Jimin a tighter squeeze.

“Is this working for you?” he jokes. “That was an interesting noise.”

“Don’t make fun,” Jimin mutters.

“If we make it out of this harrowing ordeal alive, we should get coffee or something,” Jin says. “The hot kind. Definitely not iced.”

7. “Is this part of your scandalous past?”

“For the thousandth time, I do not have a scandalous past.” Jin sighs and shuts the oven, doing a dance around Jimin to head to the fridge. Jimin groans, dramatic and loud, and it would be cute if it weren’t irritating. “Cut that out.”

“You can’t actually be the most boring boyfriend in the universe,” Jimin says. “It’s really just school, work, home? Perfect childhood? Dream job? A-student? And you have that face? Seriously?”

“What can I say, I’m hashtag blessed.” 

Jin gives Jimin a smug smile and skirts past him again to go to the living room with his newly-acquired beer to finally sit down. Chuseok prep takes a lot out of him, especially since they’re hosting for the first time, and he hasn’t had a chance to just relax and sit in almost three hours. His solitude doesn’t last long - Jimin follows, plops beside him and practically on him, staring.

“Tell me you had terrible acne for years,” Jimin says quietly, face barely a hair away from Jin’s own. “Tell me you wet the bed until you were eighteen. Tell me...I dunno, you went to jail for murder. Something!”

“You’d really be okay if I were a murderer?” Jin chuckles. He sips his beer and shakes his head. “Sorry. I’m boring. I have no dirt. There’s no mysterious past. I haven’t done anything salacious. The worst things I’ve ever done have been with you.”

“You’re the worst.” Jimin sighs, then kisses the tip of Jin’s nose and turns to watch the television. “Irritatingly perfect.”

“Some people would actually like that,” Jin says. “I can’t believe you’re complaining.”

“Well, I am,” Jimin huffs. “It’s like you’re a robot. Or the antichrist.”

Jin freezes. But Jimin doesn’t notice, so he laughs instead. “That’s ridiculous,” he scoffs. “Why would you even go with antichrist? Why not second coming?”

“Because I could never be so lucky as to date the next Jesus,” Jimin chuckles. “It would be my luck to fall for the spawn of Satan.”

“You believe in that kind of thing?” Jin asks.

“What, in the antichrist?” Jimin shifts to look into Jin’s face again, and Jin does his best to maintain blankness. Which really, for him, isn’t very hard. “Or just...religion in general? Haven’t we talked about this?”

“Not particularly in depth, no,” Jin says. “I’m curious now.”

Jimin doesn’t seem to know what to say for a moment, and he lets out an awkward laugh. “Does it matter?” he asks. “I was joking, anyway. I don’t believe that kind of thing. There’s no antichrist.”

“Okay,” Namjoon sighs heavily as he plops down on the sofa in the study room. “Got the disc, you ready to listen?”

He looks to Yoongi, curled up in a chair with one earbud in, and smiles a little. Most of the time, he avoids Yoongi. Not because he’s scared of Yoongi or anything. It’s just...Yoongi can be kind of prickly. They’re in the same major and he’s seen Yoongi around a ton and he’s not entirely sure what will and won’t bring out that sharp, untouchable wit. He’s smart, very smart, but Yoongi is ridiculously quick and that throws Namjoon off more than what makes him comfortable. But so far, he’s just seen silent lump Yoongi.

And now, sloth Yoongi, who moves without any kind of rush to take out the earbud and sit up properly. “Don’t really see why we have to listen together but okay,” he mumbles.

“Because I don’t trust you to not screw me if you check this out first,” Namjoon says while setting up the player. “And you don’t trust me. So here we are.”

“I never said I don’t trust you,” Yoongi says with a shrug. Namjoon pauses and stares. “Are you making a really stupid face right now because I can literally feel it happening.”

“My face isn’t stupid,” Namjoon frowns. He looks away. “How do you even--”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” The deadpan way Yoongi speaks has Namjoon confused about whether or not he’s serious. “Just press play.”

“Oh. Well, aren’t you going to take notes?” Namjoon asks.

“I can remember well enough,” Yoongi says.

“...Seriously or are you messing with me?”

“I’m obviously some kind of savant, that’s how being blind works, right?” Yoongi asks. “Lose the vision, suddenly everything else is enhanced, there’s a superpower or two, Maybe if you catch me at the right time I’ll show you.”

I ADORE THIS SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. THE CAT IS NOW SCARED OF ME BECAUSE I SQUEED SO LOUD.

Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?

Oh no can you drink some milk?