dis the prologue so it really short

[nerd 😒] SUGA

[sugar 👿💘💘] yes

[nerd 😒] PLEaSE

[sugar 👿💘💘] umm

[sugar 👿💘💘] won't you come
and put it down on me??

[nerd 😒] nice

[nerd 😒] nice but you
gotta hELp ME.

[sugar 👿💘💘] what u want

[nerd 😒] 5 minutes, meet u
at the front of the dorm

[sugar 👿💘💘] k

— — —

now, this was an odd sight. usually, park jimin would be cool, calm and collected. no rambling, just proper words. no incoherent speech, either.

min yoongi stared at the mumbling boy in front of him— raising a brow at the odd behavior. jimin was stuttering over his words, cringing at his own mistakes. yoongi could barely hear the boy speak.

"jimin." yoongi spoke, trying to get the orange haired boy's attention, but to no avail. jimin jumped slightly, but that was the only reaction that yoongi had gotten out of him. sighing, he tried again. this time, louder. he was bound to get the boy's attention this time.

"jimin." he repeated, voice booming. jimin jumped slightly once more, gaze quickly averting towards yoongi, a startled look on his face, as if the mint blue haired boy had appeared out of nowhere.

"hyung!" jimin exclaimed, a hopeless tone in his voice, as he clutched yoongi on the shoulders. "yoongi, please, please— it's not a big deal, but i gotta do it, i just gotta. you're the only person and i can't— jin will be so mad if i use namjoon hyung and i just—" he quickly said, although yoongi could barely understand him.

yoongi recoiled at the touch, "don't touch me, peasant," he hissed, taking a few steps backward. "speak slowly, will you? also, don't... don't call me hyung..." he muttered the last few bits.

"um, um," jimin bit his lip and yoongi wanted to slap him. "okay, so, i need your help."

"figured."

"you know, how, uh, how my boyfriend broke up with me because he was apparently straight all along?"

yoongi nodded, slowly, slightly cringing— how does one say that so casually? jimin must have moved on somehow, miraculously, that is. a few days after the breakup, jimin wouldn't stop whining and moping around. yoongi wanted to kill something, every time jimin approached him about it.

what a pain, it was.

"okay, so, the campus' biggest party is coming up soon, right?"

yoongi hummed, "hoseok's..."

"yeah. hobi hyung's. um, right. so, namjoon hyung gave me this idea..."

yoongi groaned.

"...he told me to make my boyf— ex, jealous at the party. and i figured, why not? such a great idea, right?" jimin grinned.

yoongi rolled his eyes in response.

"since he was the one with the idea, i sorta begged him to be my fake boyfriend... because, well, he's pretty well known around these parts, so who wouldn't be jealous, right? unfortunately..."

yoongi blinked at him. he sort of knew where this was going.

"...he denied my request, telling me seokjin hyung would kill him. and... well, me."

yoongi snorted. "of course."

jimin smiled, "right? so, i asked kookie, but i told him never mind because, hey," jimin shrugged, "if it's not seokjin hyung who'll kill me, it'll be my brother." he sighs.

"and?"

"and!" jimin crossed his arms. "i've come to the conclusion... that you should be my fake boyfriend!"

yoongi was completely devoid of emotion, all the colors draining from his face. "what."

jimin nodded, grin widening. "yeah, yeah! it'll work out, besides, you're pretty cool, hyung, so maybe he'll be—"

yoongi slapped the back of jimin's head. "yah! have you gone crazy? no fucking way i'm doing that, you little—"

jimin groaned, rubbing the spot that'd been hit. "hyung," he whined, clutching yoongi on the shoulders once more. "hyung, please! i'll do anything! it's a perfect plan, you see. i'll show him that i've got a cooler boyfriend. he'll turn gay... somehow! he'll probably want me back, but i won't take him back. besides, you're gay, right?"

"bi." yoongi muttered.

"eh, whatever, you'll do, anyway!"

"hold on, brat. it doesn't take a few words for me to comply with your request." yoongi hummed thoughtfully. "what will you do for me, once this is over?"

jimin scratched the back of his head. "ahm... free coffee for a week?" he suggested.

yoongi shook his head.

"er... a month, minus weekends?"

yoongi sighed. "try harder."

"two months?"

yoongi smirked.

"yes? oh, no? uh... well..." jimin took a deep breath. "for as long as you want. you can stop any time."

life choices, jimin. life choices.

yoongi hummed. "i'll think about it."