flipped

sixty-eight.

예순여덟

     "woah, you two?" jimin smiles a little and let's the two boys in. he has been getting them in his house a lot and he is still not used to it. he's used to taehyung but yoongi, he's not.

     "we're drinking tonight!" taehyung shouts, two vodka bottles in hand. he keeps them on the table and hops on the couch beside yoongi.

     jimin laughs at the excited boy. "it's only like," he pauses, looks at the clock. "one right now."

     "well we can hang out until then," he shrugs, smiles.

     "you two don't have work?" jimin asks, furrows. "boss?" he looks at yoongi.

     "we've never had that boss-employee relationship. you've never treated me as one, you brat." yoongi scrunches his eyes, but smiles nonetheless.

     jimin laughs, says nothing but sits on the opposite couch, looks at both of them. he knows why they're here. they don't say but jimin knows they don't want him to be alone, and therefore they're always in his house.

     "we're mass bunking," taehyung smiles, eyes small. jimin raises his brows, laughs a little. taehyung is talking about the college days and it brings back the good days. he was dating taehyung and everything was good. he regrets nothing of that time.

     "i'm putting on netflix." yoongi walks to the tv and asks, "what do you what to watch?"

     "horror!" taehyung yells excitedly, looks at jimin because he knows the boy is scared. "let's watch purge."

     "no!" jimin groans. "not that again," he mumbles, sighs and nods because he knows taehyung will anyway get his wish done. yoongi shakes his head, chuckles and puts on the first purge.

     by the time the movie is over, jimin has his face behind taehyung's shoulder as he sits between the two men. "i hate this movie," he mutters and stands up. "i'm hungry wanna eat?"

     "nah, i'm sleepy," taehyung rubs his eyes. "i'm going to your room," he simply says and goes upstairs.

     "yoongi?" jimin asks, looks at him as he's busy with his phone.

     "i'm not hungry actually," he says, thinks and speaks up again. "is it okay if i take a shower?"

     jimin nods, smiles. "sure."

     "keep a little of whatever you're eating for me." he winks.

     jimin nods as he looks at yoongi go to the washroom. "the towel is in the cabin beside the basin." he shouts for yoongi to hear and hears and okay in return.

     he then decides to feed himself and make some ramen. he puts on some indie folk and faces around as he makes himself good. he's in the middle of putting the ramen in the boiling water when his doorbell rings. he huffs and goes only after he has put all of the ramen in.

     he rushes to the door to open and see a pair of feet and hands which are holding a big box. he frowns, tries to look past the boxes. "yes?"

     the man puts the boxes between them, almost stomping jimin's toes. "these were delivered to my house," he says but jimin can't pay attention to his words because he can't get over his face.

     "h-huh?" he mutters confused, lost, hurt. but somehow happy.

     "the boxes were delivered to me," jungkook repeats, sighs. he's unwilling to look at the smaller boy in front of him but when he hears his stuttering he knows he is staring at him. and knowing that he can't help to look. and suddenly he can't breathe. the boy is so beautiful, even with the dark circles, he is prettier than anyone jungkook has laid eyes on.

     "okay," jimin mutters tries to lift up the box and it feels lighter than he expected. but then he notices jungkook is helping him out, taking most of the weight. without a word, they step into the house and keep the box at a corner. they do the same with the second box.

     jimin looks at jungkook, confused as he fiddles with his fingers.

     "are you into kinks now?" jungkook asks, he sounds slightly angry.

     "w-what?"

     jungkook gestures towards the labels on the boxes and jimin the pays attention to them. he gasps once he reads. "what the hell!" he clasps his palms on his mouth, shocked. "what's this?"

     "it's your post. shouldn't you be aware?" jungkook is pissed. and he's not trying to hide it.

     "i don't know. i didn't order anything like this," jimin mumbles lowly, as if he's speaking to himself.

     "stop lying!" he loses it. jungkook is hurt and he can't help but confront. "i've been in so much pain and you're here―

     "what is happe―" yoongi stops on his tracks as he stares back and forth, confused as his brows are one. he looks at jungkook, his face red. and he notices his eyes go along the down to his feet then back up to his face. at first, he feels offended but he realizes then. he's in a fucking towel.

     "oh," jungkook let's out. "so this.. is happening." he steps back. he's more than hurt, he's torn.