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“hyung! hyung, you cleaned the kitchen!”
yoongi blinks, turns away from his computer monitor to face a heavily-frowning jungkook standing in his doorway. “hello to you too, jungkook. how was class?”
jungkook scowls, ears burning red. “don’t ‘hello, jungkook’ me. you cleaned the kitchen. after i told you that i was going to do it when i got home. and you washed all the towels too! i saw the basket on top of the dryer.”
now it’s yoongi’s turn to frown. he swivels his chair, not wanting to upset jungkook further. “yeah, i thought it’d be helpful. i know your midterms are coming up, and as the only one in this relationship who’s not actively studying, i thought i could take on some of your chores as well.”
“but that’s just it!” jungkook exclaims. “we’re in this relationship together, but you pay more rent than i do because i’m still in school. and you’re always cooking even when it’s my turn. you’re always doing more than i am for our home, and it doesn’t feel right.”
“um, sorry?” yoongi says unsurely.
“yeah! be sorry! because you took my opportunity away!” there are tears prickling at jungkook’s waterline. “i was supposed to run the laundry for the towels, and then clean the kitchen while going over flashcards, and then i would put the towels in the dryer with my favorite scented dryer sheets because you always forget about them, and i was going to cook us something for dinner. but i can’t do any of that! you took that from me! i was supposed to be a good boyfriend, hyung!!”
by the time jungkook is done, his chest is heaving, his teeth are gritted, and yoongi is a little turned on.
yoongi clears his throat, eyes averting for a moment to collect himself. “but i was also trying to be a good boyfriend. i wanted to give you an opportunity to relax before you have to run yourself ragged. doesn’t that count for something?”
jungkook rolls his eyes. “of course it does! i fucking won in the boyfriend competition. you’re famous rapper agust d, you fuck me so well that i forget my name half the time, and you take care of me better than my own parents. i just want to do the same thing for you too! well, the last one in that list, but still! my point is valid! i’m valid!”
“okay, glad that’s cleared up.” yoongi clears his throat before speaking again. “but... why are you so mad?”
“i don’t why i’m mad, but i’m mad! my feelings are valid! i’m valid, hyung!”
yoongi chuckles. “i got you, bun. you’re definitely the most valid. next time, i’ll watch you do the cooking, okay? i’ll watch you from the living room, look at your cute butt when you bend to put something in the oven, and think fondly of you when you try to rap my lyrics as you make me a bowl of rice. happy?”
“yes!” jungkook harrumphs. “i can be a good boyfriend! you’ve shown me already, so i’ll show you now. i fucking got this. you’ll be wanting to stare at my cute butt in the kitchen all the time once i’ve proven it to you, so don’t you forget it.”
“i won’t, baby. c’mere, hyung’s cold.”
“hyung is a liar.”
jungkook goes to settle on top of yoongi anyways. thick thighs straddle the rapper as veiny hands come to grip jungkook’s waist under his shirt.
“so... we kiss and make up now?”
“fine.”
“...”
“...”
jungkook grabs yoongi by his shoulders, brings him in closer. “why are we not kissing right now?” he questions demandingly.
“ah. sorry. was kinda thinking how hot you looked when you were mad.”
“hyung! that’s so—!”
they’re kissing right now.
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