yoongi's p.o.v

after done shopping, we're headed home. jimin looks better than before, i mean, he wasn't absent minded, he's fully aware. his face looks bright, happier than usual. i don't know what's on his mind, and i don't even care, he looks so cute, he wasn't like 21 years old boy, more like 10 years old boy.
"hyung, want some ice cream?"
"i thought you're hungry"
"i am, but ice cream is more important now"
""why ice cream?"
"please hyung.. let's buy ice cream.."
"why.."
"i really really really really really want ice cream hyung" he said, cut me off. he pleaded with his aegyo. i rolled my eyes then nodded, agreed to buy ice cream.
"yes! thank you hyung! but why didn't you bought for yourself?"
"i'm not in my mood to eat ice cream.. but.. okay, give me some" i didn't it, i bit it quite much. jimin's face looked so annoyed, cute.
"i thought when you said you're not in your mood to eat ice cream you're really don't want it, but you ate more than half of my popsicle, hyung, i need an energy to cook your meal!" he yelled.
"whatever" i stuck my tongue out.

as soon as we're arrived, we arranged our groceries then i walked to my room, lay on my bed. i felt something weird on me, i didn't know how friendly i was, i have no idea how could i got so close to him. after a year we lived together, i think that was the first time we spen