#but then I tried coding and gave up after like ten mins LOL

[meownotgood]

I've seen your posts about aki being bad with technology in general, and that (along with the fact that I'm almost pulling my hair out with how much I'm stressing rn) made me think of aki with a programmer!s/o

I think it would be cute seeing him trying to calm his s/o down when he understands nothing of the problem 😭 or him watching them using the rubber duck debugging method (yes, that's how it's called. It's a bit stupid, but it surprisingly works) and throwing the rubber duck at a wall in a rage fit lolol

Sorry, that's a very long, very pecific scenario but I've been coding for 5 hours and I'm one step away from going insane 😭 I want aki to hug mee

aki who's totally technology inept and has no idea what's going on but he likes to sit with you anyways and watch you code because the sound of the keyboard is relaxing... you try to explain how it works to him but after a few minutes you're looking over to see he's leant on your shoulder and fallen asleep...

[krreader]

like a butterfly | chapter 12

pairing: min yoongi x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; single dad!yoongi ; language genre: fluff ; angst ; smut previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11

summary: you never planned on becoming the babysitter of min yoongi’s daughter, one of the richest and most famous producers of south korea. you also didn’t plan on becoming so attached to the little girl, as well as her father. (Or: hot, successful and single dad hires broke babysitter.)

a/n: so proud of myself for updating so quickly lol. I really hope you all are enjoying this chapter. a lot of questions will be answered by a familiar face (:

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You didn't know what time it was when you woke up, nor who the person was that called you when you reached for your phone and accepted the call without actually looking at the screen, before pressing it against your ear.

“Hello,” you said in a husky voice.

“You didn't come home last night. Where are you? I'll come pick you up,” you could hear him rustling his car keys in the background.

“What.. aren't you busy having sex with your ex-fiance right now?” you were honestly surprised he called you. After you hadn’t heard anything last night, you thought he was banging her. Or, you know, maybe that was the alcohol telling you he was doing all these things.

He let out a long sigh, brushing his hand over his face, “Can I see you, please? I don't want to do this over the phone.”

“Not in the mood, buddy. Hope Mei kicks your ass when she comes home,” and with that, you ended the call and threw the phone onto the other end of the couch, stretching out your limbs.

You could feel a slight hangover, after having had one or ten too many drinks last night when you saw Yoongi with Minseo. Jimin and Hoseok had been kind enough to keep you company and so you all ended up drinking until Hoseok was the first to pass out, you soon after him.

Both of them still seemed to be sleeping and you were craving coffee from this one place that you knew was close to Jimin's apartment. One of the reasons you used to love to hang out here, you could always grab your breakfast and coffee there and enjoy a couple of quiet moments, before heading to Uni. Jimin, the amazing best friend that he was, had been prepared and had put you out some of your old clothes that you had left in his apartment last night, so you quickly changed into those, left the dress there and made your way to the coffee shop.

You hadn't really cried yet, which was quite odd. Maybe the realization hadn't hit yet, or maybe you were still hoping that none of this was real and that the next time you'd come back home, he'd welcome you with roses and tell you he loved you.

But every time you got your hopes up, that picture of them together on the red carpet popped up into your mind and crushed your hopes in a second.

He had looked at her like you wanted him to look at you.

Like you were already looking at him.

With a heavy sigh and bags under your eyes that seemed to end around your nostrils, you pushed open the doors to the coffee shop only five minutes later, ordering your drink, when suddenly a voice echoed through the shop that you thought you'd never hear again.

“So.. did he finally dump you too, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and didn't even turn around, already knowing who it was, “Hello, Sarah.”

What surprised you was when she suddenly stood next to you and shook her head when you rummaged through your purse, “I'll pay.”

“Why?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Just feel like you need someone to do something nice for you right now.”

“Yeah, no, I get that.. why you, though?”

“Come and sit with me.. I feel like you and I should talk..”

You really weren't in the mood, especially after last night. But maybe she was exactly the right person to talk to, since she knew what it felt like to be dumped by him. Sure, their relationship hadn't seemed as serious as yours had been, but she was a woman and you doubted that she had absolutely no feelings for him.

So as soon as you got your cup, you joined her at a small table at the window in the back of the shop.

“I'm not used to you being nice to me.”

Sarah laughed and nodded, “I know.. that's what jealousy does to a person, I guess.”

“You were jealous? Of me?”

“Wasn't it obvious?” she wrapped her manicured fingers around her cup to warm up her hands, “You were everything I wanted to be.”

“What? You wanted to be a broke college student with no sex life and barely any friends?”

“No.. I wanted to be someone Yoongi was interested in. And the second you showed up with Mei that night.. I knew he was infatuated with you. You think he would have called you if he hadn't been?”

“He hated me in the beginning.”

“No. No I don't think he ever hated you. I think he was scared, because you made him feel things that he hadn't felt for a while and he thought that part of him had died when Minseo had left.”

“Oh. So you know her too,” you mumbled, before taking a sip from your drink while Sarah nodded.

“I think you don't realize how long I have known Yoongi for,” she stared into her cup, memories seemingly flashing before her eyes, “I used to be friends with Minseo.”

“What?!”

“Yeah,” she laughed humorlessly, “I also used to be friends with Yoongi before she even knew him.”

“What happened?” you drew your eyebrows together and leaned your elbows on the table, genuinely curious.

“Yoongi and I met in Uni, in our first year actually. He was the quiet type, one that many others didn't even notice. I used to dance a lot and he was the one that helped me with my tracks, so that's how we became friends,” she smiled, but it wasn't a happy one, “I liked him more, though. I knew he didn't like me that way, so I never said anything. And I never held it against him for not having felt the same way. He was a good friend to me and that was what mattered most.”

“That’s nice, but.. where does Minseo come in?”

“She ended up being my roommate eventually and uh.. Yoongi liked her the way I liked him. But Minseo.. if you've met her, then you must know that she has a certain type of guy she likes.”

“Rich and famous?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “Yoongi was neither of these things at the time, which is why Minseo hadn't been interested at first. I think a big reason as to why Yoongi is who he is today, is because he wanted to be like this for Minseo. Because he wanted to impress her and win her heart. Producing had been a hobby for him at first, one that he loved, but not one that he wanted to make into a career. It was only when Minseo came around that he decided he’d make it big in the music industry.”

“Well but.. if he hadn’t been famous or rich then, how did they end up together eventually?”

“Even a blind person was able see the talent Yoongi had. Eventually everyone on campus knew that he would make it one day. Minseo thought so too, which is why she decided to give it a shot with him and be by his side when the day finally ame.”

“Hold on, hold on.. you were friends, she was your roommate, she knew that you had a thing for Yoongi and she still went out with him? That’s like.. breaking every rule of girls code!”

Sarah shrugged, “She didn't care about my feelings. That's what I learned about Kim Minseo. She only cares about herself, not those around her.”

Yeah, that made a lot of sense, given the fact that she abandoned Yoongi and her daughter in the end.

“Go on..”

“You should know that Mei had never been planned. This wasn't one of Minseo's ways to get Yoongi to stay with her when she thought she was losing him. Not that he ever would have done that. As I've said, at the time Yoongi didn't have money and the only fans he had were on campus. Minseo actually thought about giving Mei away as soon as she was born, but Yoongi didn't want that. He wanted to raise her and he wanted them to be parents, even if it hadn’t been planned. He.. uh.. he loved the girl the second Minseo told him about her.”

For some reason, this really seemed to hit Sarah. She was emotional and tried to hide it from you, but with tears glistening in her eyes, she couldn’t. 

Maybe you had misjudged her.. maybe she wasn’t such a total bitch after all.

“Why did she leave?” you finally whispered in a soft voice.

“Because Yoongi wanted to stop trying to become a producer,” Sarah looked up into your eyes, maybe even a bit proudly and sniffled once, to try and get her emotions under control, “He wanted to get a job that earned more money, so he could provide for his family. He just loved Mei with all his heart and he wanted to be a good father to her. He wanted to be a good partner for Minseo and eventually, when he proposed to her, a good husband. But the second he announced that he would try find another profession, she knew that this wouldn't work for her anymore. So she was now left with a baby she never wanted and a fiance that wouldn't give her what she desired.”

“And that's why she left. Because they were no use to her.”

“People are cruel, (Y/N),” she took another sip from her drink, “Kim Minseo is one of these people, even if Yoongi never saw it that way.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I thought he would scream at her last night, tell her to get out, but he was just.. surprised? It looked like he was falling in love with her all over again,” you said in a wistful voice.

“The more time you’ll spend with her, the more you'll see that this woman is incredibly manipulative. I truly think that she somehow brainwashed Yoongi at one point, telling her that she's the only one for him and that she can be the only woman he'd ever want. It broke him when she left, true.. but.. I also think that he never quite gave up on hoping she would come back to him one day, especially when he started becoming a famous producer. So no, I don't think he's angry either. I think he's falling back into her web.. and this time, she won't let him go again.”

Sarah confirmed everything you had been terrified about.

Because last night, you had seen a Yoongi that you hadn't seen before. And that scared you.

“One more thing.. how did you and him end up with each other?”

“Oh.. well after Minseo left, he came to me, hoping I could try to get her to come back, since we used to be roommates. We just ended up spending a lot of time together because of that and then one night, we got so drunk that we ended up sleeping together. And I guess that's how it all started.”

“What about Mei? I always felt like you two couldn't stand each other.”

“It.. wasn't like that. Mei wanted a mother. Not a nanny. And I was the first, not the latter, mainly because I knew Yoongi would never want me, so I didn’t try to play the mother, when I knew I could never be a part of this family,” she sounded so honest and kind.. this was so not what you were used to, especially when she said: “But I'm glad she finally found what she has been looking for all this time. You treat her much better than I ever could have..”

“Maybe.. but I don't think I'm going to matter much anymore, now that her real mother is back.”

“I wouldn't say that.. Mei is smart for her age, you know that as well as I do. I don't think she's going to care much for a woman that left her when she was a baby, when she has found someone like you, who loves her like a daughter even though you're not even related,” she put her hand over yours, “Don't worry.. out of the two of them? Mei is the smarter one.”

At that, you could only laugh.

Maybe Sarah wasn't as bad as you had always thought.

Maybe you could even be friends one day.

“DADDY!” Mei pushed Taehyung's legs aside and ran into the living room, to find Yoongi sitting on the couch with that same stupid woman he had gone to the award show last night, “You have a lot of explaining to do,” everyone knew she was trying to be serious and angry, but the way she had her arms crossed in front of her chest, pouted and tapped her foot on the floor, Yoongi couldn't help but chuckle.

“I know, baby. I'm sorry..”

“NO! Sorry isn’t good enough!”

Minseo was staring at the little girl with big eyes, carefully saying: “Hello, I'm..-”

“I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! And I wasn’t talking to you!”

“Mei, you're being rude, stop..-”

“You listen to me right now, Min Yoongi,” she stomped her foot onto the ground, using his first name only to make him more angry, “You can't go around and make promises you can't keep to anyone other than me, because I'm already used to it,” well.. that one hurt a lot, “(Y/N) deserves more than that, okay?”

“(Y/N) and I had a little fight last night, love.. that's why I had to find someone else to go with and Minseo told me that she didn't have anything else to do. So she helped me..”

Did he think that excuse would cut it? Because fucking hell, it did absolutely nothing. Mei was still pissed, especially when that woman decided to kneel down in front of her.

The little girl might not see it, but everyone else did. These two were looking so much alike, you could really tell that they were mother and daughter, “You look a lot like your mother, you know that?” she said with a big smile, hoping to tell her that way.

“No, I don't know, because she left me when I was a baby,” and with that, she walked back towards Taehyung and grabbed his hand.

“Where do you think you're going, young lady?” Yoongi asked, one hand on his waist.

“Finding my real mom, since you won’t. I'll find (Y/N) on my own!” she said with determination in her voice.

“Thanks again for all the coffee,” you laughed as you stood under the pavilion of the cafe, about four hours later from when you had arrived here.

“It's alright.. I'm just glad you and I could talk again and sort things out. Are you sure you don't want me to drive you? The rain doesn't seem to stop anytime soon.”

“No, you have work to go to, I'm just going to wait for the bus here, it’s alright.”

Sarah hugged you tightly, “Don't give up on him just yet, okay? If anyone can pull him out of Minseo's grasp, it's you.”

“I'll keep you updated.”

“Please do,” she said, opening up her umbrealla. But just when she was about to reach her car, she turned around again to say with a smirk: “And also tell me if you need back up in case you want to cut off his dick. I'll be there with my own pair of scissors.”

“Thank you. I’ll definitely invite you for that,” you laughed again before waving her off.

The bus would probably come soon, so you'd just wait here in the dry until it showed up and would go back to Jimins'. You felt better there, than at home, knowing that Minseo would probably be there.

You pulled out your phone for the first time since this morning, only to find countless of missed calls and messages from Yoongi, asking where you were and if you were okay, telling you that he was sorry and that he needed to speak to you as quickly as possible.

But just when you wanted to reply, someone chuckled.

“If it isn’t Mei’s nanny.”

And when you looked up, you were suddenly staring into the eyes of Mei's teacher, who was still too handsome to be a teacher, by the way.

“Oh! It's you,” you smiled shyly, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“How are you, (Y/N)?”

“I'm uh.. alright, thank you for asking. And you? How are things?”

“Yeah. I’m good,” Namjoon smiled and came to a stop next to you, “Hey, did you have lunch yet?”

“I haven’t actually.”

“I know this really nice restaurant that makes the best Bulgogi. It’s only like five minutes away from here. I’ll treat you, too.”

“As in like a date or as in, casual, friendly lunch?” you raised your eyebrows.

“As in, I’ll let you decide.”

Listen. Two could play this game. If Min Yoongi wanted to be a little bitch and treat you like that, so could you.

“Let’s go, then!” you hooked your arm with Namjoon’s, “Oh, one more thing. Can we take a selfie real quick?”

“Uh.. sure,” he laughed with his eyebrows drawn together, but not really asking why you wanted to take one.

It didn’t have to be perfect, it just had to be you two smiling into the camera.

Because now you could send it to Yoongi with the caption: “Sorry. I’m already on a date today.”

[beeyeah]

Jikook: Appeal to Logic

Title: Appeal to Logic

Summary: /Jikook/ Two-shot/ Canon/ Where Jimin tries to convince Yoongi why he was positive Jungkook likes him and Yoongi asks him, “What would you do with that information?”

Indeed, Jimin wonders what the point was to all this.

Notes: I wanted to post on Valentine’s but I guess my calendar is ten days late hhhhh Anyway, I lurk a lot in Jikook tags (like I’m here everyday) and I’ve read long discourses regarding the legitimacy of their relationship. I thought it’d be interesting if one of them begins to share his proofs too and joins the hot pot of convo his own way. TLDR; enter this fic lol I promise it won’t be 20 chapters this time. 

Chapter 1 under cut or you can read at Ao3

Chapter 1: Points Were Made

It was an on and off thing.

Like a passion project that you know you just would figure how to complete someday but needed time because life would get in the way.

Today though marked the moment Park Jimin was ready to lay out his cards and tell someone that definitely… maybe… with a little more sprinkle of confidence that --

“Hyung, I think Jungkook likes me.”

There was silence in Min Yoongi’s room when the statement was pronounced. It made Jimin squirm on his seat as he tried to understand the non-committal stare directed at him, right behind the bond paper that held Jimin’s scribbled notes for lyrics.

Ah, that was right.

His initial purpose was to hear Yoongi’s feedback on a thing he'd been working on. Somewhere along the way, his thoughts drifted to another which inevitably led to his bold declaration of Jungkook’s far from familial, alleged infatuation for him.

Yoongi reached out to his left where his mug of coffee sat.

“I don't know what you want me to say. Of course, Jungkook likes you.”

Jimin frowned, wrapping his head around how he should explain himself. “No, hyung. I mean Jungkook likes me.”

Yoongi’s mouth was slightly gaped and his eyes were blank. His hyung looked lost while he attempted to blink his confusion away.

Well, his observations go way way back, two years worth of evidence. Right in the hallway of their home, an evening in October.

“Jungkook treats me differently,” he told Yoongi, legs crossed and under him as he put up a finger and discussed his first point.

It wasn't as if it was only him who questioned it. Jungkook only gave Jimin a birthday present in the span of the past years, no one else and that got to mean something.

They were all tired from shoot that most of them were tempted not to shower. Hoseok was pushing him around and urging him to a quick bath before lying on his bed because that was what Hoseok was. He liked things clean and perfect and that same rule applied for his roommate. But then Jeon Jungkook, his beloved dongsaeng, appeared out of nowhere and blocked him from his merry way to the bathroom. A little awkwardly might he add because he stood there, hand fiddling with his fringes and eyes searching the floor in trepidation. At that point, both Jimin and Hoseok unlatched themselves from each other's grip to attend to the youngest who seemed to need some attention.

To his surprise, and perhaps his hyung’s too, Jungkook held out his hand and shoved Jimin a paper bag. Hoseok curiously peeked from his shoulder as Jimin tried to open it while muttering, “What's this?”

Jungkook answered with a shrug and he waited. He waited there and watched Jimin opened his present.

It wasn't even anything grand. In this stage of their career, they were just beginning to gain traction from their first win and as Namjoon had put it, at breakeven, to finally enjoy the fruits of their hard labor. Knowing how their earnings were distributed based on performance and royalty fees, Jimin was pretty sure Jungkook received the same profit he did. To be honest, it wasn't exactly much. The only difference was that Jimin was prone to lavish it on people while Jungkook would save it for practical and grander things.

The practical, grander things in Jungkook’s head was Jimin. Bought him a sweatshirt which costed around 44,000 krw. Jimin researched the price because he was curious how much the maknae was willing to spend on him.

No greeting cards. Not a high end brand. Just plain white paper bag from the department store where he bought his first gift for a Bangtan member.

Needless to say, Jimin was ecstatic and made sure to rub it on everyone's face.

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi tried to interrupt him but he shushed the older with an afterthought.

“It wasn't the gift that's strange. Jungkook's face was really weird when I thanked him.”

Jimin knew Jungkook well enough to know when he was happy. Whatever gratefulness he saw on Jimin’s face translated on how satisfied Jungkook was on what he did. There was a sense of pride and innocent glee in Jungkook’s eyes similar to the way they would twinkle when he was offered cheesecake or lamb skewers. It was odd how he was comparing himself to food but Yoongi would probably understand the reference. He would bring Jungkook to lamb skewers so often that the maknae even vowed to stay with him forever if he would agree to become business partners.

That was beside the point.

Back then, Jimin thought he was onto something but the idea didn't linger because it was indeed a special occasion. Jungkook was a good dongsaeng and treated his hyung well even outside their birthdays so, on a second thought, it wasn't really much of an evidence.

The hand that held Jimin’s lyrics now dangled limply over the office chair’s armrest.

“Jimin-ah, just get to the point.”

Jimin pursed his lips. As far as he was concerned, he was straightforward from the get-go. He thought Jungkook likes him and he stated the fact right on, now presenting his evidence.

“Number two,” he said after lifting another finger. Perhaps Yoongi wanted him to speed things up and he should. He certainly didn't have all day with their comeback looming around the corner. “Jungkook thinks I'm beautiful.”

Yoongi’s confusion had more color to it this time. Beyond his blinking eyes that questioned where this conversation was headed, his brows met when he spoke, “Should this really be coming out of your own mouth?”

“It didn't come from me. Jungkook told me,” he replied, voice defensive.

“Jungkook thinks you're cute. But so do I. Might as well tell me that all members like you.”

“No,” Jimin answered, tucking his arm in and across his chest. His eyes narrowed, teeth worrying his lips, trying to recall the exact moment that prompted him to ask the youngest. “Ah, that's right,” he muttered when the epiphany came. He searched his pockets for his phone and scrolled through countless and countless of albums of selcas and videos of him with Bangtan.

It was somewhere in there.

“Hyung… this,” he finally said after almost five minutes of sifting through his files.

Yoongi’s back was facing him after he stopped talking to look for his proof. He really should've prepared it beforehand. Now his hyung seemed to have completely lost his interest. He was typically patient to listen, but Jimin interrupted him when he was in the midst of editing a melody submission.

Though Yoongi said it was fine. Jimin would be his breath of fresh air because the team would so rarely go out during crucial period right before their comeback. He knew better not to push the limit but it was tempting and he needed someone to listen to him.

He pulled the bean bag next to his hyung’s leg, lifted his phone so that Yoongi would be able to see what he was referencing to.

His hair was pink, the clip a mere six- seconder. He was staring at the camera, trying to appeal to ARMY. He needed it. There was this greedy part of him that wanted to know how they would react to his flirting. Tell people, ‘Hey, Jimin is right here and this is how he looks right now. His hair changed.’ That kind of drill right before their comeback and their response would in a way boost his confidence. A conscious tactic to keep his fans interested in him perhaps?

“What do you think?”

Yoongi made a face and pulled back to a cringe as he'd expected. Highly likely, he would've done the same thing if any other member showed him a video of themselves. So he merely nodded in agreement. Bangtan wasn't the audience for this video. ARMY was.

“Do you know how Jungkookie reacted when I showed this to him?”

Yoongi sighed. “Would I want to know?”

“He replayed it, hyung,” he said as a matter-of-factly. “He told me I should post it because our fans would love it. Which I did, if you remember.”

“I don't,” Yoongi admitted and turned his chair so that he was facing Jimin, a leg over the other while he waited for him to continue.

“I posted it on Twitter and do you know who posted afterwards?”

“Jungkook?”

It wasn't a wild guess.

“Yeah,” Jimin confirmed the obvious. “After 10 minutes, he posted something and you know what it said?”

No response.

“He posted a song.”

The title was right on the hashtag #ILYSB by Lany.

When it came to music that wasn't in their own language, Jimin would seldom take efforts to find translation. So long as he understood bits and pieces of what little English he knew, he could work around it. Namjoon said to be careful of listening to artists that might cause uproar by association, so he would still have to check it out if he'd want to share it with the fans. But for as much as he believed that lyricism was a key ingredient to any good music, Jimin preferred to feel rather than completely understand and analyze. That job was for their leader.

However, he decided that he wanted to fathom the youngest’s thoughts that night.

The noob part of him thought the title was some secret internet code popular in the west so he searched naver only to be greeted by a simple yet telling I love you so bad. His mouth formed an ‘oh’ when he realized that it might've been an intense confession. It invariably piqued his curious mind so that later he would be listening on loop to… and you need to know that I'm hella obsessed with your face.

“You're reading into it too much,” Yoongi told him with a shake of his head as he reached again for his coffee. “I'm not one to judge who you want to date, but think how this appears to other people.” Yoongi paused, seemingly debating what he should and shouldn't say next. “Jimin-ah, a lot could happen in ten minutes. Like you, Jungkook might be sending that message to the fans. Namjoon recommends a lot of songs. It wouldn't be about us.”

“I know, so I asked him directly.”

Yoongi almost spat his drink on him. He tapped his chest as he drowned out his cough to reaffirm. “Ya, you what?”

“I asked him if the lyrics were about me.”

“And?”

“He laughed,” Jimin confessed.

Truth be told, his ego was slightly hurt to see Jungkook’s initial response to his question. He was serious about it because he was just about more than a quarter sure about his theory. It didn't feel good to have this kid finding amusement to something he pored over. He could've just said ‘no’ outrightly and Jimin wouldn't have minded.

Jungkook’s laughter died down when he saw Jimin’s expression transform and he was reaching out for his hand in apology before he knew it.

Jimin let him hold him.

“It was…” he almost sounded uncertain. “Hyung, why are you being like this?” Sounded almost helpless and then relenting, “Yeah, it was about you. I was nervous so I laughed.” Instinctively, his free hand reached for his fringes like the night of Jimin’s birthday.

When he saw the younger fidget, Jimin felt relieved. Ah, he still knew Jungkook better than anyone. Mindful to see every little shift in the air, Jimin wasn't wrong in reading the situation.

He ruffled Jungkook's head and returned the wide staring with his own curled eyes in amusement. “I knew it,” mumbled to himself and turned once he got the confirmation that he wanted.

“You just left?” Yoongi asked him, tone surprised that it nudged some bafflement at the back of Jimin’s head.

He bobbed his head yes because, well, what else was he supposed to do? He already proved he was right. Yoongi hadn't even heard the rest of his evidences yet.

“Three,” he said to share what was left in his folder.

“Stop,” Yoongi said, planting a foot on Jimin's thigh to emphasize the urgency of his demand.

Jimin slapped the foot away and dusted off his pants.

“Do you even like Jungkook?”

He tilted his head sideways. “Of course,” Jimin answered simply, wondering why it was even a question in the first place. He liked Jungkook. Jungkook was and still is his favorite dongsaeng and BTS member. He'd take care of him even if he grew his muscles and grew taller than him.

Yoongi shook his head. “I don't think we're talking about the same thing.”

“For the third one… ” Jimin took in the opportunity of minute lag on Yoongi’s response to divert the conversation back to the task at hand. He really didn't understand what Yoongi meant but better to finish this off before his momentum dried and faltered.

He picked up his phone again and browsed through his apps. It was quite a long memory lane down Vapp’s timeline until he found the correct reference. He slid the video right on the important moment, him in his bathrobe with Taehyung’s voice singing in the background. The camera was on with Jungkook in his white shirt’s glory, sitting for all ARMY to see.

“That's right… Jimin-hyung is bad at playing games,” Jungkook said to echo his claim.

Back then, the staff berated them silently to turn off vapp. Jungkook was too loud. Jimin wasn't kidding when he said he was hearing him across the hallway. They were only given five hours to eat, take a bath, and nap before they reconvene for post-con review and plan out the adjustments in their set list but this kid chose to do an hour of live for the fans.

Jimin was out his room because Sungdeuk wanted to talk to Hoseok. They needed to work on spacing for Not Today. Their hyung thought they didn't maximize the stage well enough and he was also keen to give feedback on blockings for medley so they could properly execute group choreography for Bultaoreune.

Hoseok was too tired to get up his bed so he texted Jimin if he could get the notes in his place. Which Jimin was happy to do. He loved the fact that Hoseok trusted him and it gave him a sense of pride.

He and Sungdeuk were just about done talking when the older guy stopped him from his tracks by grabbing his arm.

“Can you tell Jungkook to tone it down a little? I heard he opened vapp but everyone's tired.”

Jimin honestly didn't want to deal with it. He was wearing his bathrobe without any make-up and only rushed out in the middle of his evening skin care routine because he wanted to be a useful dongsaeng to Hosoek and let him have an early rest. If he so much as spoke, audible for fans to hear, people were going to ask and he'd have to show himself on camera. Jeon Jungkook, really this kid should know when to stop.

“You know Jungkook listens to you well.”

Jimin jutted out his lower lip, “He doesn't.”

He could already imagine the maknae turning the volume up further for the sake of raising his hackles. Sungdeuk knew this but he was asking Jimin to do it because he knew Jimin couldn't say no when it came to Jungkook.

“Alright, alright,” he said, bobbing his head weakly and dragging his feet towards Jungkook’s room.

Across the end of the floor, he saw Taehyung towing right behind their leader who whispered him something. It made his friend glance at his direction and the next thing he knew, Namjoon was off his room and Taehyung was walking the opposite direction.

Taehyung got hold up by Sungdeuk who was midway his own room and right then, Jimin pressed on Jungkook’s room’s bell and twisted the knob open.

“I heard you from the neighboring room. Let me sleep,” he said, trying to keep his tone annoyed and nagging even when Jungkook was beaming at him so widely. “Stop singing in the middle of the night. Go to sleep.”

“You're losing me here, Jimin-ah. This is just you trying to discipline Jungkook. I would've scolded him the same.”

“Hyung,” Jimin replied sternly, eyes determined and a hand squeezing Yoongi’s thigh. “Did you watch it? Jungkook wanted my attention.”

Yoongi leaned back on his chair, challenging.

“Well, it wasn't even about that.”

His proof went beyond Jungkook's childish yet so endearing attempts to make Jimin come back and join his live. He slid the video right back to the moment and handed his phone in Yoongi’s hand.

When he crashed Jungkook's live that evening, Jimin had every intention to make an impression. After how people disregarded his precious, scant hours of work reprieve, he believed he deserved the screen time. It was tempting to test the waters to say the least. Not just with Jungkook. He wasn't dumb, well aware of his effect when he tried to appeal to someone.

“I don't know why you go to those lengths. They like you already,” Yoongi interrupted him mid-explanation, referencing to their fans. “What's more to prove?”

Jimin wondered to himself why but decided against it. “That's not the point, hyung,” he offered, not wanting to divert from the case at hand. They could ramble on about his insecurities later.

After confiscating the speaker that agitated Namjoon down to coordi noona who just finished fixing damaged buttons of their Blood, Sweat and Tears stage costumes, he went back in Jungkook’s room to greet their fans. A hand comb through his blond hair, cute sounds, zoom the bare face closer to the camera when he knew he just applied mask so he'd look good.

More important than that though was to stare at someone far longer than what was necessary that he’d be conscious to repay the attention. So he did what he knew would work, lure Jungkook's eyes to him and whisper. Mumble because that required someone to pay better heed and read his lips.

“That's not right, I was good at playing games a year ago.”

Then Jungkook would nod absentmindedly and whip his head towards his direction as Taehyung sang Chandelier in the background. Jimin wouldn't say it was the perfect song for the moment but it was good to have a song. Cause Jimin was aware they were recorded. He could go back to this, a song would help with epiphany and drama.

“What do you think?” he asked Yoongi who was squinting at his phone. Doubtful but probably a lot more convinced than he was five minutes ago. “I can be convincing if I want to.” He extended an arm to retrieve his phone.

He fell forward when his hyung suddenly pulled back to keep the small device out of reach. “I don't know if you're being serious about this.”

Jimin titled his head. “I am,” he said. “I am serious. Jungkook really likes me.”

He wasn't unreasonable. The kid had a habit of staring when someone would talk. He observed these things, sometimes obsessively, because it helped him understand the maknae better. So he knew why Jungkook would do it. He found it difficult to focus and physically directing his attention to someone would help him catch what they were trying to say better. It wouldn't be a deal then if Jimin was talking.

But when it was Namjoon who was put on spot to answer an English interview, their leader who still strove to speak a foreign language to represent the group, Jimin quite expected for Jungkook to listen… ogle.

“The korean teacher asked me a question, ‘What are the hardships of being a leader?’”

It wasn’t the first time Jungkook was caught. There was one at a fansign, then at the backstage of a music show, also during that one gayo episode and probably instances he wasn’t aware or the others he couldn’t remember. If Jimin wasn’t so busy overthinking things, he would have found it funny how Jungkook would play it cool and avert his gaze elsewhere. 

“There are hardships when we take positions, specifically being a leader...”

Namjoon continued his answer in the background while Jimin thought to himself what actually goes through the maknae’s head when he would look at him. Was the need so compelling that he’d do it or was Jimin really just that. Beautiful?

“Ya, do you hear yourself?”

Jimin giggled, his head falling back to comfortably rest on the loveseat. It was funny to call himself beautiful. Even he wouldn’t be that shameless.

The point still stands though. Jungkook would stare at him, and he would call him beautiful.

“It has to mean something right?”

He wanted to confirm the motivations behind the not-so-subtle attention. However, he didn’t want to do a repeat of the last time when he confronted Jungkook about the song. It made the air between them strained and the youngest would agonize in his presence. Jimin thought he was being shy so he’d hold back.

But then what about his own curiosity?

“You’re curious, that’s it,” Yoongi said plainly. “What would you do with that information?”

Jimin pursed his lips as he thought about it. 

Good point. Where was he leading with all these? He didn’t think that far enough. He wasn’t even done with his final proof.

“What do you think, hyung? What should I do about it?”

...To be continued