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“How do you do it?” Jimin asks. Yoongi looks up from his computer only to see that the younger has somehow managed to bypass the passcode for his phone, and is now scrolling through his galleries. He doesn’t really mind the fact that his privacy’s being invaded, but he sure as hell isn’t going to let Park Jimin get away with going through his things without permission.
“Do what?” he says, voice surprisingly impassive as he snatches the phone from the other’s hands with a strength not usually found in him. Jimin remains unfazed however.
“Take good selfies. Like, you’ve got the perfect angle and everything. Every. Single. Time.”
Yoongi shrugs as he begins to scroll through his phone himself. The pictures there are either of him, his friends, or screenshots of his computer whenever he texts to ask how a certain composition is going. His finger stops on a picture of the two of them together, Yoongi smiling with raised eyebrows and a clearly forced sense of happiness as Jimin laughs into the camera.
“Even this one?” he asks, tilting his phone so that the other can see. Jimin takes a glimpse at the phone, before his eyes go to rest on his hyung once again. “Yeah,” he says. “How do you do it? I look like I’m trying to hold down a snort or something, and you look… well, better than me.”
Yoongi doesn’t say it, but truthfully he doesn’t think he’s seen any horrible picture of his dongsaeng either. Jimin says the one he is staring at now is a failure, but Yoongi can see the shine in Jimin’s eyes and the roundness of his cheeks clearly. He thinks Jimin always looks cute, but he exits his gallery and darkens the screen of his phone.
“Guess I’m just that skilled,” he shrugs with a feigned sense of pride, and Jimin scoffs into the air.