It's been a week since Jin promised his answer to Namjoon. He'd calmly called the busy businessman after borrowing his contact from someone called Hobi who was apparently buddy-buddy with Jimin, and his Mochi was just too happy to be of any help.
It's the 7th day since, and here is Jin. Standing outside of Jungkook's house/workout dumpster.
His right hand clutches a big box of donuts and on his left he carries the coffee orders of theirs.
Shaking his head to forget about everything that's swirling through his mind he kicks the door twice (he saw Taehyung's car parked outside when he arrived, so he guesses he's not that late if Jimin hasn't arrived yet, and they might actually hear his knocks if they're in the living area right now)Before he could go about kicking the door again he is attacked from behind when a body slumps into his back and grabs him around his shoulders. A weird back hug which melts Jin to involuntarily smile at the flop of Pink hair he could spot in his peripheral vision.
"Hyung! It's been ages since we last met!!" The younger nuzzles into the crook of Jin's neck simultaneously tightening his grip around Jin's Hoodie.
Jin lowers himself to readjust their awkward hug and swirls his Donuts-clutched-hand lightly behind Jimin's back to return the gesture."Hyung missed you too. But we just talked yesterday.." He smiled when Jimin dramatically whined as he let go. Once parted, Jin gave the younger a proper look to find him dressed in a simple white T-shirt and Denims, plus all the extra accessories Jimin loves to stack on top of his outfits like a madman. (Jin finds the rings really pulling it off, not for the heavy chains sometimes.)
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