"Fuck you."

His voice was unabashedly drenched in venom and spite. Yes, he had said some shitty things, but he'd never, never-

"Why do you get to be an asshole, huh? If you can say whatever the fuck you want, so can I!"

("You promise you won't make fun of me, right?"

"I promise")

Yoongi chuckles and it's noticeably void of humour- something he does quite often, Jimin notices. "Okay." "Okay?" "Okay."

Jungkook and Taehyung share another glance "Okay..." The purple-haired boy says, voice careful as if he's unsure he's able to speak without causing another argument. A few seconds, of what should've been reassuring silence but was only more tension, pass by quickly. "Okay!" The silver haired boy, seemingly unaware of the tension, smiles.

"Leaving now." The black-haired boy states, trying to play calm but the undeniable clench in his jaw is ultimately giving away that he was anything but calm. Getting up and heading for the door without waiting for the others to respond, Yoongi leaves the restaurant and begins to walk back to his shop. "U-Uhm... I-i'm gonna go... Too... Oh, uh, tell Jin-Hyung that-that the food was amazing... as always." Jungkook stutters before rushing out of the store also.

Taehyung and Jimin are now alone at the table once again. The younger was about to say something but was cut off before he could even get the words out by the elders groan. "I hate him, isn't he just the worst?!" Taehyung nods slowly "Yeah... He was kinda a bitch but you were also sorta shitty..." "Uhm, excuse me, my side, Tae, You're meant to be on my side."

-

After locking the door and flipping the cute handwritten sign to 'closed' Jimin quickly makes sure he has everything he needs before beginning to make his way home. Taehyung had left early because his dog needed to be fed, so the pink-haired boys alone tonight- as he usually is.

It's late October so inky darkness blots the sky a lot faster than in the summery months. The breeze that rustles through the orange-tinted leaves that lay on the floor as large, crunchy piles is relatively icy but it's bearable enough especially since Jimin had whipped out his favourite fluffy winter jacket the minute the weather had begun to drop. What can he say? He's always prepared.

The wind begins to pick up, a lot. It blows through Jimins newly dyed pink hair and causes the strands to fly in many different directions. The boy finds himself clutching tightly onto the plastic bag in his hands as he was growing more and more afraid that the pressure of the air would tear it from his grasp.

Squinting involuntarily at the harsh weather, Jimin manages to power through as this was not an uncommon occurrence. The commute from work to the flat Jimin and Taehyung shared was not a long one, so the boy had always opted to walk instead of drive or take the bus. It was also more relaxing; in the pinkettes opinion.

The roads are quiet but that's what's so appealing about them. As Jimin walks, he remembers that they had just recently run out of milk back and home and decided to pop into a nearby store to get some more. The peach coloured door opens with a bell not unlike his own and Jimin's body is immediately wrapped in warmth; so much so that he starts to regret his very much over the top pillowy coat. The scent of bread is overwhelming and the lights are bright enough to have Jimin blinking, attempting to adjust.

Despite the harsh environmental change, the store itself is relatively small. The counter and limited isles are close together as if to make sure the employees could see what was going on at all times, Jimin can only visibly see one security camera so there may be a reason for that.

He smiles at the cashier working the till before going to grab what he came for. Jimin picks up two cartons of milk from their chilled places and makes to the counter. But, before he could get there, he remembers that Taehyung had asked him for a packet of crisps as he had been craving them.

("Jiminie, please~? The cheese flavour...?"

"...fine... But you're gonna pay me back!")

With a sigh, Jimin - despite the exhaustion he could feel slowly creeping into his bones - turns back around and scans the shelves for the specific brand name cheese puffs his best friend of many years was so hopelessly obsessed with.

Finally spotting the obnoxiously bright yellow packaging, the boy takes note that it is the last one in stock and quickly places the milk down before going to take it. However, as if he was just dropped into the cheesiest - pun intended - K-Drama ever, he feels his hand land on top of somebody else's instead of on the intended packet.

And to make matters even worse, he immediately recognizes the black mop of hair once turning to see who the universe had decided to make him clash with. Min Yoongi. Of course, it was him and of course, he had that devastatingly attractive glare on his face that just screamed: 'I'm better than you!' It made Jimin sick to his stomach.

He briefly wonders if the reality of him stomping so hard that the earth beneath them would have no other choice but to blast open and swallow the elder was something realistically attainable  or just a fever dream that his brain had conjured up while he was on his meds. But quickly brushes that thought away because 'I don't have enough leg strength for that.'

"These are mine." Jimin says, voice unwavering "Funny." Yoongi scoffs before attempting to pull the packet away, the others not letting that happen though "I said: These are mine, Get your own." The pink-haired boy tightens his grip, but he keeps his voice low, as to be respectful.

"That's nice but last time I checked my hand was on the packet and your hand was on mine" The black-haired man points out. At this, Jimin releases his grip but quickly uses his other hand to grab a part of the packet the other wasn't holding onto. He pulls but Yoongi doesn't let go, neither does he. They are left both holding onto the cheese puffs, both with untouchable resolve, both making unnecessarily intense eye contact.

"How about you just get another flavour?" Jimin asks "How about you just get another flavour?" Yoongi replies "Because Taehyung doesn't like the other flavours" he emphasises, hoping the fact that he wasn't purchasing these for him would make the other feel more inclined to let him have it. "Well, Jungkook doesn't like the other flavours either." Ah, so they were both buying for their equally incompetent, equally adorable dongsaengs. Throw Jimins plan out the window, then.

"Listen, just let me have these, okay? I'm really tired and I just wanna go home and relax I don't want Taehyung whining at me for not getting him what he wants." Jimin feels himself revert to his basic defence mechanisms, one of them being over-explaining himself and hoping the other person would take sympathy on him. Though, in retrospect, Jimin should've known that it wouldn't work on Yoongi. "Yeah? Well, I'm also tired, and Jungkook literally doesn't eat anything else. You dormed with him in Uni, you know how he is on an empty stomach." Yoongi begins to pull the packet away, Jimin quickly pulls in back and they are stuck in the middle.

Noticing this small commotion, the cashier leans over the counter a bit and calls out to them "Do you two need anything?" They say, voice somehow anxious and bored at the same time. "O-Oh... We're... We're fine" The elder had tried to take the packet once more but the younger was not having it.

A sigh, then some footsteps and the cashier is standing next to them. They run an exhausted-looking hand through their long blonde hair before harshly prying to packet from both Jimin and Yoongis hands, strength unexpected due to their small frame. "Listen, I'm working this shift alone tonight and I don't need this. If you want more of these I can look for them in the back, but if I can't find any will you two just please let this go?"

They both nod and the cashier exhales through their nose before going into the door which Jimin could only assume was the storage room. Some rustling could be heard faintly and Jimin takes this opportunity to look toward Yoongi. "Look what you did." "'Look what you did'? Way to disconnect yourself from the situation." Jimin just rolls his eyes.

The cashier returns, their hair now tied back instead of resting on their shoulders like before. "I guess it's your guys' lucky day, found a whole box of those things back there."

"Here are your stupid cheese puffs." Jimin says as he tosses the packet to where Taehyung was lying on the couch, exhaustion fully manifested. The brunette drops his phone onto the side and squeaks excitedly, murmuring a small "Thanks!" Before ripping open the packet and stuffing the food into his mouth. "You don't know the pain I went through to get those for you..." Jimin sighs, ignoring the confused look on the younger face as he goes to put the milk away.

The pinkette walks back into the living room to see Taehyung back on his phone as he simultaneously munches down on the puffs. Jimin takes his jacket off and hangs it on the back of the door. "I'm going to bed..." He slurs, weariness seeping into the tired edge of his voice. Just as he drags himself to his room, Taehyung calls out to him. "Wait! Look what Jin-Hyung sent me!" Jimin groans before turning around and going to see what was on Taehyungs phone.

Rich Hyung 🤑:

"Wait, why do you have him named as 'Rich-Hyung?'"

"J-just read it!"

Rich Hyung 🤑:

Forwarded- Having a big party on Saturday, invite everyone you know! 🥳

Rich Hyung 🤑:

Taehyung you're coming early to help me prepare, tell Jimin too since I don't have his new number.

Rich Hyung 🤑:

Also, give me his new number