➵ jimin
a few days later, i found myself at yoongi's studio, spinning myself around in the spinny chair, bored out of my mind.
of course, it had been me who had asked to tag along to yoongi's work, so i couldn't really blame him. since i dropped out of university i hated being stuck at home with nothing to do. i did hang out with taehyung whenever he wasn't busy, but now it just sucked because i wasn't with him at school like i used to be.
yoongi had unintentionally been ignoring me all morning. as soon as we arrived to the tall office building, he headed straight into the recording booth and plopped down at the computer. for a while i busied myself with poking around the studio, being nosy and such. but there really wasn't much to look at in the small apartment, so i flopped back down at the desk and stared at the back of yoongi's head.
"hyung."
"mhm?"
"i'm bored."
"you wanted to come."
"i know, but–"
i was cut off by a door slamming, and then a deep voice rang out, "yoongi hyung, i had the best hookup last night you would not believe–oh, hello!"
i whirled around to see a tall man standing in the door of the recording studio, with light brown hair styled messily up off his forehead.
yoongi removed his headphones, turning around with a blank expression on his face. "joon, how many times do i have to tell you that i'm not interested in your sex life?"
the tall man pouted. "but, he was really hot."
then yoongi looked interested. "he?"
the man reddened. "shut up, we both know you're as gay as me."
yoongi snorted. "whatever, namjoon."
"so who's your friend?" the man i realized to be namjoon, yoongi's best friend from high school, asked as he turned towards me with a kind smile.
"oh, this is jimin. my roommate? you remember right?"
namjoon nodded, extending his hand. "it's a pleasure, jimin."
i smiled politely, shaking his hand. "you too."
namjoon dragged another chair into the small room, collapsing onto it. "so did you wanna hear about him or not?"
yoongi dragged his palms over his face. "fine."
namjoon's entire face lit up. "so his name is jin, and he's probably the most beautiful human being i've ever seen. he's got these huge shoulders, fuck, it was hot." namjoon used his hands to illustrate just how wide this guy's shoulders were.
yoongi raised his eyebrows. "got a picture?"
namjoon grinned, nodding enthusiastically. he got out his phone, scrolling through his camera roll until he found the one he was looking for and showed it to yoongi, whose brows immediately furrowed as he frowned.
"what, hyung?"
"that's seokjin from high school, you moron."
"what? no way!" namjoon took back the phone, examining the picture more closely. "holy fuck." he nearly whispered after a moment.
"i just fucked kim seokjin."
yoongi could barely contain his laughter. "you just had a one night stand with our senior class president! this is the best thing i've ever heard, oh my god!"
namjoon was redder than the converse on his feet. "s-shut up! i didn't realize it was him! oh god, do you think he recognized me?"
yoongi was too busy laughing to answer. even though i didn't know this seokjin guy, i still had to suppress giggles at the funny situation.
a while later, after namjoon and yoongi had gotten to work, i decided to go out and get lunch for all of us. i'd spotted a decent-looking restaurant on our walk to the studio this morning, so i figured that would be a good place to stop.
i ended up getting a few different dishes for all of us to share, and bought beef bulgogi, ramen, and bibimbap. the bag was heavy on my arm as i made the walk back to the studio, but i didn't mind. the tantalizing smell emanating from the plastic bag was enough to quicken my pace.
"i'm back, hyungs!" i called as i walked through the door. i set the bag of food on the small coffee table by the couch.
"food!" cheered yoongi as he raced out of the recording booth and into the living area. "shit, that smells heavenly."
namjoon followed, calmly walking over to the couch and taking a seat. i'd asked for paper plates since i knew the boys didn't have any at the studio. i handed each of them a plate, and we got chopsticks out of the bag and dug in.
"mmh~" said namjoon, his mouth full of noodles. "thank you jimin."
i smiled. "it's no problem. you guys are working hard."
namjoon swallowed the food that was in his mouth, and nodded. "yoongi hyung is almost ready to put out his mixtape. he's the one who's been working hard. i'm just helping."
yoongi scoffed. "you've been writing and recording too, joon. don't play yourself down."
namjoon looked down. "whatever," he said, stuffing another bite of meat in his mouth. "so what do you do, jimin?" namjoon asked casually.
"can you stop talking with your mouth full, you cretin?" yoongi deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
i cracked an awkward smile. "ah, well i used to study music at the korea national university of arts, but had to drop out because my parents took all the money i'd saved out of my bank account. so now i work at a coffee shop."
namjoon gaped. "what? how can they get away with that?"
i shrugged. "the account is technically in their name, so they have access to it. i guess i should have seen it coming, but i never thought they'd stoop that low."
"jimin's parents kicked him out because he's gay and wants to study music." yoongi added.
namjoon looked shell-shocked. "i can't believe that. that's so...i...you don't..." he struggled to find words.
"it's okay, namjoon hyung. i'm fine." i reassured the older, patting his hand.
he pouted, but let the issue go. we enjoyed the rest of our meal, and soon enough the boys got back to work.
as i was sitting on the couch, playing a game on my phone, it suddenly buzzed, scaring me. i yelped and nearly threw the phone onto the ground.
taehyungie🐯: heey u busy? i just got out of class and i'm free all night 💃🏼
me: sure, when + where?? im at the studio rn with yoongi & his friend, but i'm bored af 😩
taehyungie🐯: i'll come pick u up, text me the address :)
me: ok it's xxx xxxxx
me: u better tell me where we're going
taehyungie🐯:😈
pocketing my phone, i stood up and walked over to the recording studio. knocking twice on the door, i called out. "yoongi hyung?"
"yeah?" came the half-shouted reply. there was loud rap music playing, but it was quickly turned down. the door was then opened by yoongi, who smiled lightly at me.
"taehyung is coming to pick me up, he just got out of class. i'll see you at home tonight?"
"sure thing, jagi," yoongi replied, and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "have fun."
i walked out of the building five minutes with my cheeks still burning.
