Jimin pulled the collar of his coat tightly around his neck as a sudden cool blast of air came through the door.

[a/n that's right you read JIMIN and this is NOT a flashback. dun dun dunnnnn]

He was sitting in a diner early this morning, cursing under his breath that the only table available was right by the doorway. He was impatiently waiting to have breakfast before heading to a mid-morning session with a vocal student who was trying to gain more control over her breathing in her upper register.

Jimin 🐥

where tf are you tae

i'm hungryyyy

No sooner had he hit send than he was startled by Taehyung, pressed up against the glass window beside him, squishing his face and wiggling his hips. Jimin put his hand to his face in an I-don't-know-this-fool gesture and hid behind the menu. He could hear the deep laughter through the window.

"We said 8:30, Tae. What happened? Your coffee is probably gross now." he complained when his friend finally sat down across from him.

"Hobi-hyung had a man stay over," Taehyung responded cooly as he skimmed the menu. As if this was a reasonable explanation for derailing his plans. "I needed to see what he looked like so I waited around in stealth-mode for as long as possible."

"Sitting on the kitchen counter in a beret and sunglasses doesn't count as stealth."

"You never support me." Tae pouted. "Anyway, they didn't come out of his room so I never got a good look."

"That doesn't sound like Hoseok, having a guy overnight."

"I know," Taehyung hummed, "but this wasn't the first time. They've been seeing each other for a few weeks. And he had dinner with the guy's family last week. Dinner! Like sitting down and talking. Bonding. Yet he hasn't introduced him to me, his best friend. I--"

"Well, maybe Hobi has to ease the guy into it." Jimin cut in, already seeing that Tae was going to work himself up. "Tae, you're kind of intense."

Taehyung shot him an exasperated look, "It doesn't matter how I am. It matters who I am. I'm his best friend. This is volcanically hot betrayal."

He then turned sweetly to the waitress and said, "French toast, please, with blueberries on the side. If they do not come on the side, I send it back. I would also like a cup of hot chocolate with a sprinkle of cinnamon. Too much cinnamon, I send it back."

The waitress's face instantly crumpled into an expression of disbelief.

"Ignore him, he's quoting a really dumb and obscure scene from The Office." Jimin chimed in, kicking Tae under the table to emphasize his words. [watching The Office with my sister...]

"What is wrong with you?" he continued after he gave waitress his own order and she was well out of earshot.

"Why does everyone always ask me that question?" Taehyung shrugged before sipping his now cold cup of coffee and grimaced at the taste. [picturing the face below]

- 🕰 however long it takes to eat breakfast 🕰 -

Toward the end of their meal, the two complained about their respective vocal students. They were both vocal coaches for the Camarata Music and Dance Company in Seoul [literally looked one up because lazy], which also owned several dance studios, including the one where Hoseok worked. 

Both Jimin and Taehyung loved their jobs... but some of the people they came across were just--

"Yikes." Taehyung deadpanned, playing what was supposed to be a progress soundbite from one of his students on his phone. "This is why you do the vocal exercises I give you, hun. We can't all wake up and be Park Jimin."

"I hope you don't talk like that to her, Tae. It's a little harsh."

"Never. I mean, I do guilt her about not doing the independent work. But I assign it so that she doesn't damage her goddamn larynx, not because it's fun for me." He finished off his hot chocolate as Jimin paid the bill and left a tip for the waitress.

"I feel like going out tonight, you?" Taehyung mused as he followed the older, not really waiting for a reply. "I'd ask Hobi, but no doubt he'll be all over Yoongi again tonight. Too busy for me nowadays."

Jimin stopped in his tracks, promptly causing Taehyung to crash right into him.

"Jimin, what the fuck!" Taehyung laughed, rubbing the side of his arm that had slammed into the older.

"Sorry," he replied as he thought of a lie. "I thought I left my phone at the table for a second."

Surely it was not the same Yoongi.