More Than Friends | JJK 18+

two⍣ ೋ hate you! (said mendaciously)

Yumi sat at her friend's kitchen table, nodding numbly along to whatever shit Taehyung spewed out of his mouth. 

He was on a sugar high, and he couldn't be stopped during one of those. It was best to let it happen. He would crash eventually—fall asleep in a pool of his own drool.

She yawned, twisting slightly when the front door opened. Namjoon stepped through, and her features brightened.

She was close to him. He understood how insane everyone else was, especially when it came to random beach days that were conspired at 2 AM with a glass of wine.

"Namjoon." She reached for him, wiggling her fingers. "Help."

Namjoon lowered his headphones from his ears, letting them rest around his neck. "Hey, Yoom."

She pointed to a rambling Taehyung whose flow would not be stopped, even at the sudden appearance of Namjoon. He was talking about cotton candy, which just so happened to be a special interest of his, and did you know that a thread of cotton candy is thinner than human hair?

Yumi made a face. She didn't like how that information felt floating around in her head.

Namjoon understood before she said anything. Instead of pressing on Taehyung's rambling—which by past instances only encouraged it—he ignored it, lowering himself to untie his shoes.

Yumi rested her chin in the palm of her hands. "Did you know what they made me do today?"

Namjoon hummed in response. "What?"

"Swim." She shook her head incredulously. "Can you believe it?"

"No," Namjoon responded playfully. "You in a bathing suit actually enjoying yourself? Say it isn't so."

Yumi opened her mouth to say something, but closed it abruptly. It would seem as if Namjoon was teasing her. Namjoon, of all people.

"Not you too," she huffed. "Please not today. Be the usual Namjoon so I can vent about how insane today was. I mean"—she threw her hands up—"I almost drowned. That would be Jungkook's fault."

His brows furrowed at that. "Are you all right?"

"Of course I am." She sat up straight to prove her point. "But my point still stands that it was Jungkook's fault."

His features relaxed a bit, and he breathed out a quiet chuckle. "You two are always getting into some kind of trouble."

"Namjoon!" she exclaimed. "Don't gaslight me into thinking that almost drowning was my fault."

"I'm not gaslighting you, Yoom." He placed his keys on the rack near the door. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he entered the kitchen. "What's for dinner?"

Taehyung stopped his incessant rambling to quite bitterly reveal, "Not cotton candy. Oh, and did you know that national cotton candy day is December 7th? I was thinking that we—"

"You think too much," Yumi told him, waving her finger around before poking his temple. "Where the fuck do you store all of that information?"

Taehyung took her finger, shaking it before releasing it. "Right where you're pointing."

Yumi shook her head. "I can't believe you exist. Like actually. How the fuck did God give the A-okay to have you sent down to earth?"

Taehyung scratched the top his wrist absently. "I don't know."

Yumi kind of felt bad. Sometimes she would make jokes that she thought were funny, but others didn't find them funny. It was a bad habit she was born with.