Yoongi was in the middle of a busy Thursday dinner service at Jin and Namjoon's restaurant. He gave a quick, but cordial goodbye to the table he'd been serving and collected the plates along with his tip before heading into the kitchen to take his break.

Like clockwork, he felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his serving apron. He'd told his boyfriend the times he usually took a break during the evening shift and he was right on time.

Hoseok 🌞:

i need to file additional complaints

Yoongi 😴:

*pulls out a pad of paper*

ready to take notes

Hoseok 🌞:

complaint no. 4: YOU cannot kiss me like that anymore

at least... not right before i need to start teaching!!!!

Yoongi 😴:

like what?

why the emphasis on "you"?

does that mean someone else is allowed to 🥺🥺

Hoseok 🌞:

you know wtf i'm talking about

i know i'm the one who wanted to wait

but you're gonna make me crack, you demon

Yoongi 😴:

i didn't realize

i'll try to control myself

Hoseok 🌞:

complaint no. 5: i'm still out of flour

Yoongi 😴:

that one's kinda your fault

wait

are you baking??

Hoseok 🌞:

well tae was going to make a test batch of cookies for a friend's birthday

it's not until October 13th

but he bought these um..

special cookie cutters

and we want to make sure the cookies will actually bake evenly in that shape

and actually taste right, otherwise what's the point?

Yoongi 😴:

from how you've described your roommate...

i'm guessing these are penis-shaped cookie cutters?

Hoseok 🌞:

😅

look

i didn't buy them

Yoongi 😴:

😏 pssshhh

okay, hobi

i'll pick up some flour on my way home

and bring it for you when we meet for coffee?

Hoseok 🌞:

sounds good

Yoongi 😴:

so i'll have my morning shift again on Monday

would you want to meet up after?

Hoseok 🌞:

y'all so fucking domestic

...uwu

it's really sweet

Yoongi 😴:

...hobi?

Hoseok 🌞:

No, it's the none other than the spicy sex god, Kim Taehyung

I'm sure you've heard of me

hobi is cleaning a perfectly-timed spill and i took his phone

😈😈😈😈

aNyWaY

I haven't met you in person yet

(BUT - OH, HO HO, hoe, I WILL)

and i'm already disappointed in your actions

Yoongi 😴:

why are you this way

and what..

how did i disappoint you

Hoseok 🌞:

you wasted our flour with your domestic cuteness

and NOW i have the DISTINCT absence of lickable, 

frosting-covered C O C Kjhbvkm

[a/n hobi is now wrestling the phone away from a frantic Taehyung] 

[hence the keyboard smash]

Yoongi 😴:

again, why are you this way

put hobi back on

Hoseok 🌞:

COOKIES!!! please ignore him

i'm so sorry, Yoongi!!!

i'll have to talk to you later

right now i need to beat this child with my slipper

[a/n no Taehyungs were harmed in the making of this story]

- - -

At the end of the night, Jin, Yoongi, and Jungkook were cleaning up the dining area. Namjoon had arrived and was clearing the food prep counter.

Yoongi carried some dishes into the kitchen and he could feel Jin staring at him as he followed through the swinging door.

"What is it, hyung?" he said, almost robotically because he knew with Jin it could be any number of things.

Jin leaned against the sink next to his husband and crossed his arms over his chest. "Kookie said you slept over with bookstore boy earlier this week," he accused.

Jungkook, who had just walked into the kitchen through the swinging door, turned on his heel and went right back into the dining area.

Jin continued, "You've known him, what, two weeks?"

Yoongi's eyes narrowed, "What is it to you? I'm an adult."

"Isn't it kind of fast? You haven't even introduced him to us yet."

"Jin." Namjoon chimed in using a tone layered in patience and warning. "We only have one child remember? Yoongi can make his own choices."

"Exactly," Yoongi added. "Besides all we actually did was sleep."

Jungkook stopped hiding behind the swinging door, "REALLY?"

Yoongi's hand came up to his face to massage his temples out of annoyance, a gesture he did most frequently with Jungkook.

"I'm waiting until he's ready," he shrugged.

Jin scowled. "I hate that you are referring to what I think you're referring to, because you are a child, but I'm very proud that consent is your priority."

"Consent is beautiful." Namjoon mused, his tone shifting into scholar-mode. "The Latin, consentire, literally means to feel together. So when you both finally do--"

"LA LA LA LA," Jin practically exploded and covered his ears.