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I.
The first time it happens, Jimin hardly thinks anything of it. Yoongi and Hoseok are pretty close, Jimin’s learned early on in their relationship. They'd known each other since high school and now go to the same college. Rooming together was inevitable in the grand scheme of their friendship. So Jimin really doesn’t think too much of it when he finds the two in the same bed, legs tangled. Hoseok’s fingers are resting in Yoongi’s hair, his chin propped on top of Yoongi’s head. Yoongi’s body is curled not entirely towards Hoseok, but they’re getting pretty close.
Jimin feels like he’s intruding on a moment so he closes the door to Yoongi’s room and sits on the couch, realising a minute too late that he’s the actual boyfriend here and not Jung Hoseok so whatever it was in there, it definitely wasn’t a moment.
After half an hour of Jimin just flicking through the channels and idly eating a bag of popcorn, Yoongi emerges from the room, hair all tousled and sticking up in the back. He spots Jimin on the couch and immediately sits beside him, knees knocking together. Jimin wraps an arm around his shoulders and Yoongi finds the perfect spot, tucking himself all comfy into Jimin’s side.
“Should’ve woken me up,” Yoongi mumbles, breath ghosting against Jimin’s neck.
Jimin just laughs, kisses his forehead, and changes the channel. “You looked really tired. And besides, I didn’t wanna wake Hoseok up, either.”
Yoongi mumbles incoherently for a few moments, hand slipping under Jimin’s shirt to rub softly on Jimin’s stomach, the pressure gentle and Yoongi’s fingers light to the touch. After a while, Jimin feels him relax completely beside him and knows that Yoongi’s fallen back asleep. He puts the TV on mute and leans his head against Yoongi’s. It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and it only takes a couple of minutes until sleep overtakes Jimin, too.
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II.
Is it weird to have your boyfriend’s roommate’s hand in the back of your boyfriend’s jean pocket? Because that’s what he’s seeing right now.
Yoongi and Hoseok are both standing awfully close to each other in the bus station, Hoseok ducking his head lower to listen to whatever Yoongi’s saying. Jimin doesn’t notice it from across the street but when he draws nearer, he sees it. Hoseok’s hand is in a place that’s far too close to Yoongi’s ass and shouldn’t Yoongi be shoving Hoseok away by now?
“Um,” Jimin finally says, hand raised in greeting. Yoongi looks away from Hoseok and his face brightens upon seeing Jimin. Jimin looks at Hoseok then down to where his hand is and then back to Hoseok’s face.
Hoseok grins, unconcerned, but slips his hand out of Yoongi’s back pocket. He emerges with a wallet and sloppy job as it is, causes a couple of small round plastic somethings to fall on the ground.
Yoongi blanches when he sees that what had fallen aren’t just candy wrappers but condoms.
Jimin’s cheeks flush a deep red, the words he wants to say trying to crawl up his throat but not succeeding.
“Oh, hey, you dropped your – “ Hoseok’s pointing at the ground, catching the attention of the other people waiting for the bus. He pauses when he notices what it is and barks out a loud laugh. “Naughty little boys,”
Is it possible for a black hole to appear by his feet and just swallow him completely?
No black hole swallows him, though, and since Hoseok won’t help relieve the embarrassment at all, only drawing even more attention from other bystanders who are looking quite harassed already, Jimin bends down to snatch at the condoms. Apparently, they’re offensive enough for some people. When he straightens up, he catches a couple of students snickering at him.
Passing them back to Yoongi is apparently the wrong move because the couple beside them is outright pointing now and Hoseok’s laughter has just doubled.
Yoongi’s fingers close around the condoms before he slips them back into his pocket, his cheeks just as flushed as Jimin’s at the unwanted attention.
When their bus pulls up, he grabs Jimin by the hand and hauls him into it, but not before he pushes Hoseok off the curb, the other boy stumbling back, his footing lost.
“What gives!” Hoseok calls, arms spread on either side of him.
Jimin doesn’t see the look on Yoongi’s face when Yoongi tells Hoseok he can fucking walk home, but he suspects it’s equal parts frustrated and annoyed and a whole lot of ‘there will be hell to pay’.
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III.
Yoongi has invited Jimin over for dinner. He’ll cook, is what the text said.
When he gets to the apartment, he finds Yoongi busy in the kitchen and the rest of his motley crew around the living room.
Namjoon’s cursing at the game, hand tightening around the controller and body swerving wildly to the direction the car turns. Jimin wants to tell him that it doesn’t really affect his game whether he moves his body or not, but it’s funny to watch and Namjoon’s pretty terrible at the game, too, so he ends up falling to his side more often than actually winning.
Seokjin is tucked in the end of the couch, a box of tissues beside him. “I’m sick,” He says in lieu of an actual greeting. Jimin just smiles and nods at him but makes sure not to get too close to him.
He finally gets to the kitchen and what greets him is a rather peculiar sight. Yoongi is hunched over a cutting board, knife under his hand. Hoseok is leaning against him, arms going around Yoongi so he could settle his one hand on top of Yoongi’s, guiding him as he sliced through a dozen different vegetables.
Jimin asks himself if that’s necessary or something, like, can’t Yoongi slice it without Hoseok practically breathing down his neck? Jimin understands that Hoseok’s a culinary student, so he would know how to actually cook, but really? Is that necessary?
“What’s cooking?” Jimin asks instead, smiling at Yoongi. He doesn’t quite smile at Hoseok but it’s only because what he’s seeing is weird. Are roommates supposed to be this close?
Are best friends supposed to not have any care for your personal space at all?
Jimin recalls times when Taehyung would invade his, more often than he can actually count, and settles with the fact that best friends are just really comfortable with each other to not make situations like this weird. So Jimin should stop thinking it’s weird, Hoseok and Yoongi are just really good friends and they’ve known each other half their life so this is natural and Jimin isn’t jealous or anything.
Except he kind of is.
“You’re here!” Hoseok beams, slipping away from Yoongi to wave at him.
The moment he does, Yoongi’s grip on the knife slips and he cuts himself, his finger bleeding.
Jimin’s eyes widen and Hoseok screams.
Yoongi looks like he’s about to faint.
“Holy shit,” Hoseok says, running to the living room. “Yoongi just stabbed himself!”
In the next second, Namjoon and Seokjin are in the living room, looking extremely worried. Jimin hears one of them ask if Yoongi will live.
Yoongi stares at the shallow cut on his finger – it’s not much but it stings and it’s bleeding, like a lot – and takes a moment out of his little panic attack to glare at Namjoon. “I didn’t stab myself, don’t be an idiot.”
Everyone in the room is aware of Yoongi pointing the knives in their general direction and they hold their breath, three pairs of eyes darting towards Jimin.
Right. He’s supposed to say something. But the sight of blood just makes him queasy and what if Yoongi won’t live?
Jimin takes a deep breath, points at the knife, and says, “Babe, you’ve got to put the knife down.”
Yoongi looks to his friends and then to the knife, “Oh.”
He drops it on the chopping board, cradles his bleeding finger in his hand and laments the loss of perfectly good carrots that he’d just bled over.
Jimin’s by his side in the next second, hand gently pulling at Yoongi’s. He presses a few paper towels against the bleeding cut and tells Yoongi to hold it down like that, gently, please, for a couple of minutes.
When the bleeding finally stops, everyone lets out a collective sigh of relief.
Hoseok actually laughs, “This is why you shouldn’t cook.”
And Jimin comes to the realisation that Hoseok was just trying to prevent an accident like this from happening. He shoots the boy a smile that feels a little bit too late, but hopes could be accepted as an apology. Hoseok beams back at him and shuffles outside of the room, mumbling something about Yoongi spoiling Jimin too much.
“We should just order takeout,” Jimin wipes Yoongi’s finger clean and they both stare at the shallow cut for a while, not saying anything about the incident. It’ll probably take a week or so to heal completely and maybe they should disinfect it. Or something. Belatedly, they both voice out how Namjoon should’ve known what to do, given that he is a medical student. Just, what the fuck, Kim Namjoon.
“Can you call? My finger stings too much to even type in the number,” Yoongi sounds awfully like he’s pouting.
Jimin looks up from scrolling through his phone trying to search for that one chicken place delivery and sees that Min Yoongi is actually pouting. He tries to kiss it away but only ends up laughing mid-kiss.
“Namjoon’s useless,” Yoongi mumbles, hand held out in front of him so he doesn’t wind up brushing his cut finger on his shirt.
Jimin repeats the words and steps closer to Yoongi, pressing the older boy against the counter. Yoongi wants to drag Jimin closer but his one hand is temporarily out of service right now – and he’s overreacting but he’s been deathly afraid of cooking for this very reason, so it’s only understandable – so he settles with hooking a leg around Jimin’s ankle, prompting him to slide closer.
He’s aware of the rest of their friends just a couple of feet away, a thin wall the only thing dividing them. But Jimin presses closer to Yoongi and kisses him slow and deep, his hand resting on the small of Yoongi’s back, an action allowing him to push Yoongi even closer against him.
Behind them, the rice cooker pops and they hear Namjoon groan, practically whining when he says, “Can somebody just shove rice into my mouth? I’m fucking starving.”
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IV.
Jimin’s agreed to meet Yoongi at a café – that very same café he’d showed up the first time with red hair a few months back and it’s just become special to them – and bumps into Jeongguk along the way.
Jeongguk is adamant on getting an iced coffee after Jimin’s neglected helping him out on an essay just so he could make out with his boyfriend so Jimin gives in and brings Jeongguk along with him.
In the café, Yoongi isn’t alone.
Yoongi and Hoseok are sitting on the same bench, head pressed closely to each other, a pair of earpods shared between them as they listened to some song or other.
They talk to each other in low tones that make it impossible for Jimin to make out from his spot by the registrar.
Hoseok leans dangerously close to whisper something to Yoongi and it’s not supposed to make Jimin feel like Hoseok’s attracted to his boyfriend or anything but it’s starting to look like it and could Jung Hoseok just keep his hands to himself and maybe sit a few feet away from Yoongi, thanks?
“This is so weird,” Jimin instead tells Jeongguk who’s ordered a plate of brownies and an iced macchiato.
“Looks like you and Taehyung to me,” Jeongguk shrugs his shoulders.
But Jeongguk is wrong. There’s no way he and Taehyung get that close, especially not when Yoongi’s around because Jimin is a devote boyfriend who tries really, really hard not to make Yoongi feel uncomfortable because it’s painful whenever Yoongi looks at him all pained and questioning, it just feels wrong, like Yoongi’s not supposed to feel like that, not if Jimin could help it.
It only stems the frustration inside of him because Yoongi is allowing Hoseok getting so damn close and it’s uncomfortable, looks intimate, even.
Briefly, Jimin thinks back to the most recent moment he and Yoongi had had sharing the same couch. He notices small things that Yoongi does to him and not to Hoseok, though, and even though they’re sat real close and whispering to each other, Yoongi’s gaze doesn’t linger on Hoseok’s mouth and his fingers aren’t idly playing with Hoseok’s hair or rubbing against the back of his hand – there’s no contact at all between them, Jimin notices and instantly he feels a little bit ashamed for even thinking about Yoongi and his best friend entertaining the idea of something more.
So he pushes that thought of his head and sidles next to Yoongi who presses a kiss to his cheek the moment he gets close enough for one.
Yoongi isn’t exactly the most affectionate person but he’s got plenty for Jimin and sometimes has a few spares to go around for his friends. It’s a once in a blue moon kinda thing for his best friends but it’s not entirely foreign, but it is rare.
He remembers the time Yoongi had cut himself with a knife and at what Hoseok had said, of how Yoongi spoils him rotten.
He smiles into the curve of Yoongi’s neck, now actually coming to terms with it. Just hiding behind the clouds, his lucky stars twinkle a little bit brighter.
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V.
When he steps into the apartment, he finds Yoongi and Hoseok sprawled on the floor. Hoseok is laying on top of Yoongi’s stomach, a cigarette resting between his two fingers.
Hoseok’s one hand is raised, as if he’s reaching for the ceiling, and his eyes are narrower than usual, a little bit red in the sides.
“Maybe you should get some sleep,” Jimin says, settling on the couch. The moment he does so, Yoongi’s hand immediately searches for anything of Jimin’s. His fingers settle around Jimin’s ankle, thumb pressing gently into his skin.
“Sleep,” Hoseok repeats, almost giggling.
“That’s not a cigarette,” Yoongi mumbles, “It’s a joint.”
So Hoseok isn’t sleepy. He’s high, isn’t he? Jimin’s never smoked weed before, has never even smoked normal cigarettes so this is a first for him. Watching someone get high, that is.
Yoongi pushes Hoseok off of him and Hoseok lands against the floor with a thump, not even protesting at the sudden change, instead, Hoseok just rolls over to his side, raising the joint against his lips. He draws in a deep breath, holds it for a second, and then lets the smoke out in small circles that amuse him enough to make him break out in a fit of giggles.
“Don’t mind him,” Yoongi says, sitting beside Jimin.
Jimin notices the red in Yoongi’s eyes and suspects it’s not from lack of sleep. “Are you high from second hand smoke?”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, “As if,” he positions himself against Jimin’s side, head tucked just under Jimin’s chin. “I had my own.”
“Are you actually high right now?” Jimin’s fingers still from playing with Yoongi’s hair – it’s not pink anymore because Yoongi had attempted to dye it a month back but the brown dye hadn’t exactly worked so now Yoongi’s hair is just a darker shade of pink, almost purple. They should probably get that bleached or something if he actually wants his original hair colour back, but as it is, Yoongi doesn’t really mind, not when Jimin’s hair is still red and not when Jimin tells him, with every kiss pressed against his skin, just how beautiful he is, hair colour and all.
“High off your love,” Yoongi lets out a short little laugh, his fingers digging gently against Jimin’s ribcage. “I love you, y’know?”
This is the first time he’s hearing it. The “l” word had felt so heavy and serious and although Jimin had felt so strongly for Yoongi and knew that it was a feeling none other than love, he still withheld saying it, not because he’s afraid of how Yoongi would react but because he knew, both of them knew even without having the words being said.
But hearing the actual word, though, makes him feel, well, good. More than good, it makes him feel wonderful and like the whole world’s spinning a little bit faster. Makes him feel loved. More so than usual, if that’s even possible.
Jimin kisses the top of Yoongi’s head, then his nose, and smiles right before he kisses him full on the mouth, “Yeah, I love you, too.”
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(+1 Bonus)
Yoongi knows he and Hoseok have their differences but he also has no other friend greater than Hoseok, emphasis on the friend here. So he lets a lot of things slide, like Hoseok’s complete lack of tact and the boy’s foreign conception of just what personal space is. What Yoongi doesn’t let slide, though, is Hoseok cuddling with Jimin.
“What the –“ Hoseok cuts him off with a hand to his lips, promptly telling Yoongi to shut the fuck up or else he’ll wake Jimin.
Yoongi looks at his roommate suspiciously but takes the seat next to Jimin, pulling the boy away from Hoseok. He lets Jimin lean against him, the boy still asleep and not at all waking up with the way Yoongi’s practically manhandling him.
At the other side of the couch, Hoseok rolls his eyes. “We were watching Insidious and halfway through the movie he was so scared he just decided it’d be better to sleep,”
“Okay,” Yoongi doesn’t say anything else because Jimin’s stirring beside him.
Jimin blinks up at him and then looks over his shoulder at Hoseok. “What, it’s okay for you to be practically on top of each other but the one time I sit beside him, it’s not?” Jimin says, voice teasing. And a little bit sheepish, too.
Yoongi’s cheeks turn a slight pink, “Well, it’s not like you’d cheat on me with Hoseok of all people,”
“That’s right,” Jimin mumbles, curling against Yoongi’s side, his eyes fluttering to a close briefly after.
“What the fuck?” Hoseok manages to sound insulted and entertained at the rather hurtful jab, “I’m right here.”
Yoongi trails kisses all over Jimin’s cheek, his hand rubbing soothing circles down the length of Jimin’s back in an effort to relax the boy. After, Yoongi peers over Jimin’s head to shoot Hoseok a rather nasty look and says, with a little sneer followed by a none-too friendly laugh, “That’s right.”