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"Mind telling me why you're pouting like a toddler ?"
Taehyung gazes up to Jimin, who's watching him with his arms crossed over his chest, his brow raised, and immediately looks away with a scowl.
"I'm not pouting."
"Yeah you are." chuckles Jimin. "You're looking straight ahead with that blank look of yours and your lips are pursed." He then drops down his arms and puts a hand on his hip. "Come on, what got you so upset ?"
Out of reflex, Taehyung's eyes dart to the other side of their waiting room, where Jungkook is reading over his lyrics for tomorrow's stage at the MGA. In the company of their very special guest, Charlie Puth. Jimin follows his gaze and all but rolls his eyes.
"Seriously Taetae ? You're sulking because the maknae's found a new butterfly to stare at adoringly ?"
"Shut up."
On paper, having an international mainstream artist here to perform with them sounded great. And it still does, to a certain extent. It's after all somewhat of a pretty big deal. But now that the guy is actually here, in their space, that they have to rehearse for hours with him, he's beginning to regret not having listened properly that day. Maybe he'd have heard the trap coming.
Because that collaboration and Puth's visit are all of what Jungkook's been talking about these days. It got to a point where Taehyung seriously considered throwing him out of his - their - bed because he just wouldn't shut up about it, and hello ? since when that greenhorn mattered enough that he would deprive himself of his favorite pillow ? The only reason Taehyung hasn't already stuffed a pair of socks in the younger's mouth to get him to stop talking is because he's not complete asshole and he actually knows how important all of this is for Jungkook. That doesn't mean that he won't complain about the supposedly love of his life abandoning him the minute that dude enters the room.
Yes he's jealous, he's sufficiently self-aware not to deny it. Leave him be.
At the other side of the room, Jungkook laughs out loud, and Taehyung's eyes narrow on the satisfied smile of the other singer.
"I'm willing to let the boo have his 13 year-old fanboy moment but you better believe that as soon as the show is finished, I'm shipping that motherfucker right back to America."
Jimin snickers and takes place beside him.
"I love it when you're petty."
"I just don't like it when someone tries to steal from me."
The older of the two shakes his head but his smile has yet to disappear.
"Nobody's trying to steal from you Tae."
"Then explain this !" Taehyung cries out in a whisper, gesturing to Jungkook and Puth singing quietly to each other. The maknae looks like he's seen Santa for the first time and it sickens him.
Jimin laughs and pushes his arm down. "You know he doesn't swing that way right ? And even if he did, you really think that out of all the men on the planet, he would precisely go for your boyfriend ?"
Taehyung huffs. "Of course he would. Have you seen said boyfriend ?"
"Yes, every day of my life since he was fifteen. He's lucky he grew out of that nose 'f you ask me."
"Nonsense. His nose is perfect."
"You're not objective, your opinion doesn't count."
"Since when am I not objective ?" Taehyung asked theatrically, putting his hand on his heart to fake an offend.
"Tae, " began Jimin, looking sternly at his best friend, "I stopped playing "fuck, marry, kill" with you because you replied with Jungkook every time."
"I'd never kill Jungkookie."
"You said it yourself." The singer muses with a grin. "But then you also said you'd kill yourself. In a, and I quote, "tragic yet utterly beautiful way, à la Romeo and Juliet" because you can't be apart from him."
"What can I say, I'm a romantic."
"You're a drama queen."
Taehyung leans backward, resting his elbows on the couch he's sitting on. His eyes are still on Jungkook and Charlie Puth, but since Jimin has joined him, his body faces toward the latter and his mood has brightened.
"Come on, let's play."
Jimin arches a brow and turns his head to look at him.
"Play what ?"
"Fuck, Marry, Kill."
The young man stares incredulously at his best friend.
"Do you ever actually listen to what I say ?"
"Come on Jiminiiie... Sympathize with me a little."
Jimin scoffs because, the audacity, but gives in anyway.
"Fine. Who would you fuck ?"
"Pissed-off Jungkook." Taehyung nods for good measure and the other rolls his eyes. He freakin' knew it.
"Marry ?"
"Fifteen year-old Jungkook who can only expresses his feelings through cheesy love songs."
At this, the singer lets out a fond laugh, shaking his head lightly.
"And kill ?"
"The singers of said cheesy love songs, to make sure they don't get to woo him, ever."
Jimin stares for a moment at his friend, his eyes sparkling amusedly, a smile half eating his face.
"You're disgustingly in love you know that ?"
Taehyung beams at him, then straightens up a bit and crosses his legs, resting his hands on his bare feet.
"Your turn. Who would you kill ?"
Jimin doesn't bother to rectify the other on the supposed order, and takes a minute to think about it.
"Jeongyeon." he eventually says. Taehyung pauses, but quickly goes on.
"Marry ?"
"Yoongi-hyung."
"Fuck ?"
"Jeongyeon."
"Woah." says Taehyung after contemplating a little on these answers. "There are so many things wrong with what you've just said."
Jimin chuckles.
"You are so not in a position to judge."
"Seriously though, Yoongi-hyung ? I mean I can see the appeal but..."
"I just think he will make an incredible father."
Taehyung frowns, looks like he doesn't quite get it.
"So... You want to have... children with him ?" he asks, his voice unsure.
Jimin opens his mouth to reply, then closes it and slums back down. "I'm not... totally against the idea I guess. Were it possible."
"It'd be so cool." Taehyung nods as his eyes follow Jungkook, who has been abandoned by his idol for a moment and who's making his way towards them. "I'd carry his babies." he says, pointing his thumb at the maknae.
Jimin shots him a concerned look, asking "What kind of animes have you been watching lately ?" just as Jungkook reaches them, smiling widely.
"Hey guys."
"Hey Jungkook-ah." Jimin greets then they both turn to Taehyung who feigns the disinterest, looking at his nails. After a moment he deems long enough, he drops his hand and gazes up at his boyfriend, his face blank.
"Oh hi Jungkookie, I didn't see you there."
The maknae bites his lip to contain a mocking chuckle but he can't hide how infinitely amused he is by the older's antics.
"Hey Taetae. Make me a place on your side ?"
Taehyung huffs, because if the younger thought it was going to be this easy, he was wrong.
"Sure you wanna sit down ? Your knew friend will be back soon and seems like you can't be away from him."
And Jimin can actually see how hard Jungkook tries to keep a straight face.
"You're right. In fact I should probably go wait for him directly in the bathroom." He turns around, seemingly about to walk away, and Taehyung just can't have that. Maybe he is that easy.
"No wait !" He cries out, raising his arms expectantly. The younger spins back to him, a huge grin on his lips. "Pay attention to me." Taehyung demands, clenching his fingers in a grabby gesture. "Swoosh me and give me kisses and tell me I'm the most beautiful creature in the world."
Jimin just shakes his head disbelievingly at the whole scene. "And they say I'm the needy one."
A smug air on his face, Jungkook comes to straddle Taehyung's lap, settling curled up against his chest and cooing at him lovingly. The older contentedly lets him pet his hair and Jimin's sure that if he were a cat, he'd be purring right now.
He stands up from the couch and looks at the picture the other two are depicting, all cuddled around one another. He chuckles, rolls his eyes at the same time.
"Thank god you two can't actually reproduce. A mini mix of you would be a disaster."
Taehyung shots him a defying look.
"A mini mix of us would be a walking entity of sass and you know it."
Jimin laughs again and leaves them to their sickening romance. But not before he hears Jungkook's comment.
"A mini mix of us ? I like the idea... But do you think they do banana milk for infants ?"