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"Jimin, I know you're not asleep," Yoongi spoke, sitting on the foot of Jimin's bed. Jimin was under his blanket, obviously awake and ignoring Yoongi. It's not hard to figure out he was pretending to sleep, especially when the younger's exposed fists balled in anger when Yoongi sat down.

"Fine, don't talk to me. But you know what you did was wrong, right?" Yoongi sighed, "I don't know who taught you how to cook, or if you were even taught at all. But, let's make things clear. Meat—no. ANY food isn't supposed to be washed with soap."

Jimin turned so that his tummy lay flat on the bed and his back was facing towards the older.

"Jimin don't be offended by what I texted you. I just don't want you to spoil—"

The cotton candy head suddenly got up which surprised Yoongi, "If this is your way of apologizing I don't need to hear it. I already feel like shit, I don't need you to add on. I'm sorry for messing things up. From now on I'll just mind my own business."

The older's brows furrowed, "Why are you being such a kid over this small thing?"

"Don't call me names! You haven't known me long enough for you to say things like that. If you're gonna keep going with this all night, I'll just go sleep over at my best friend's place," Jimin huffed.

"You know what, I'm tired, whatever," Yoongi stood up and walked away, disappearing into the washroom to prepare for bed.

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