Why Are You Everywhere? | Yoonmin FF

Jimin’s entire face turned as red as a ripe tomato. His brain short-circuited as he replayed his own words in his head. Did I really just say that? Out loud? To Yoongi hyung?

Yoongi, on the other hand, stared at Jimin like he had just grown a second head. His drink sat forgotten in his hand, eyes wide with absolute disbelief.

"You-" Yoongi began, but then stopped, blinking at Jimin as if he was trying to process whether this was real life or some kind of fever dream.

Jimin, panicked and now absolutely mortified, let out the most nervous laugh of his life. "HAHA...NO WAIT...THAT WAS A JOKE! A TOTAL JOKE! HAHA FUNNY RIGHT?!" He clapped his hands together like a seal, attempting to save whatever dignity he had left.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

"YES. OF COURSE. I...I WOULD NEVER-" Jimin took a deep breath, gripping his own shirt dramatically. "I mean, unless you want to, then obviously"

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed.

"NO WAIT...THAT’S NOT...OH MY GOD." Jimin groaned, covering his face with his hands. Somebody throw me into the sun, please.

Yoongi leaned back, finally smirking as he watched Jimin self-destruct in real-time. "Huh. You really are something else."

Jimin peeked through his fingers. "Something charming and attractive right?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes, standing up. "Something annoying."

Jimin gasped as Yoongi casually walked away, leaving him sitting there, still overheating from secondhand embarrassment.

But then, Jimin smiled. He didn’t say no.

Yoongi poured another glass of whisky he barely had time to react before Jimin snatched the glass right out of his hand and downed the whisky in one go.

Cough. Cough. GASP.

Jimin's throat burned like he had just swallowed liquid fire. His eyes watered instantly, and he grabbed Yoongi’s arm for support, wheezing dramatically. "WHAT IS THIS?! LAVA?!"

Yoongi blinked, unimpressed. "It’s whisky."

Jimin smacked his lips, his whole face scrunched up in horror. "Why do people drink this willingly? Is this what suffering tastes like?"

Yoongi reached for the bottle to pour himself another drink, but Jimin snatched it too.

"Uh-uh," Jimin said, wagging his finger. "No more drinking for you, Romeo."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Romeo?"

Jimin froze. Shit.

"I....uh...I meant Hyung!" He laughed nervously, clutching the bottle to his chest like it was his lifeline. "You know, because....uh....Romeo is a romantic guy and you're just....uh....okay fine, I don’t have a good excuse."

Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temple. "Give me the bottle, Jimin."

Jimin pouted, hugging it tighter. "Nope. You’ve had enough."

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose. "I literally had one glass."

Jimin dramatically shook his head. "And that’s one too many! Your precious brain cells! What if they disappear and you forget about me?!"

Yoongi deadpanned. "Oh, trust me. That’s not possible."

Jimin grinned. "Awww, hyung! You think about me that much?"

Yoongi grabbed the bottle in one swift motion and stood up. "I’m leaving."

Jimin gasped, clutching his chest. "Leaving me? After everything we’ve been through?"