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“Jin-hyung,” Jeongguk says. “Will you try this?”
“My ears are itching,” Seokjin mumbles without opening his eyes. “Can someone do something about the rodent problem?”
“Hyung, please. I worked really hard on it!”
“Stop talking in exclamation marks. Why the fuck are you awake.”
Jeongguk doesn't say anything. Seokjin imagines his face. His dumb pouting “I'm the maknae give me what I want” face. Seokjin hates that face.
He sits up, groaning and holding his hand out for the bowl. “What is it.”
His eyes still aren't open, but he can hear the grin on Jeongguk's face. “It's this thing on Pinterest, I-”
Seokjin holds up one hand. Jeongguk stops talking.
“Fucking Pinterest? Are you joking? You're feeding me Pinterest?”
Jeongguk giggles. “Just taste it, hyung. Tell me what you think?”
Seokjin opens his eyes and looks into the bowl. It doesn't look terrible, he supposes. Not burned or goopy or anything. Just mildly orange. There's a spoon.
He gazes off into the distance as he takes a spoonful of the Pinterest. Closes his eyes. Considers.
“Mmm,” he says.
Jeongguk grins. “Yeah?”
“Tastes like cat piss.”
Jeongguk's eyes widen, and he laughs uncertainly. Seokjin hands the bowl back to him and curls back up. “Fucking Pinterest.”
“Wait, hyung, you're serious?”
“No offense. But yeah.”
Jeongguk stands there in shocked silence for a second, and Seokjin opens one eye to look at him. “Have you tasted it yourself, Jeongguk?”
“Yeah, I-”
“Did you leave it unattended at any point?”
“I…”
Seokjin, as sleepy as he is, sees the moment it clicks. Jeongguk's eyes widen in disbelief. “Fuck.”
“You're new to this, aren't you,” Seokjin mumbles tiredly.
Jeongguk's head slowly swivels around. Seokjin follows his gaze: Jimin, his phone in front of his face doing nothing to hide his massive grin.
Seokjin regards him for a minute. Jimin is merciless in prank wars. He should never be underestimated. Seokjin is going to kill him.
“Jimin.”
Jimin's grin vanishes. His eyes are wide and a little panicked.
“Um,” he says helplessly. “I...didn't know he was gonna ask you to taste it?”
Seokjin looks at him.
“I swear, hyung, I'm sorry -”
Jeongguk regains his voice. “YOU PUT CAT PISS IN MY FOOD?”
Seokjin wants to yell, too, really he does. It's just that. Well. He's asleep.
“Jeongguk,” he mumbles, closing his eyes. “Tell Hoseok I rescind my neutrality. Jimin. You're a dead man.”
Jeongguk squeaks. Jimin audibly gulps.
“Do not grin at me, Jeongguk,” Seokjin says. “Do not expect me to be anything more than a grudging ally. And do not ever feed me Pinterest again.”