Yoongi hates chocolate ice cream. He likes vanilla much, much better. But Jimin’s favorite flavor of ice cream is chocolate.

“Hyung!”  Namjoon calls out to Yoongi as he races towards the eight-year-old shooting hoops in the playground. When Yoongi turns towards him, Namjoon explains with a goofy smile, heaving as he speaks “the ice cream truck’s here.”

They chuck the ball away racing towards their respective homes. Yoongi runs up the stairs to his bedroom, knowing well enough that Seokjin would be stuck to his Mario Gameboy early this Sunday morning. He marches in the room, and sure enough, Seokjin is lying on his stomach, his tongue out in concentration as he jumps at the mushrooms of doom. “Hyung! Ice Cream Truck!” Yoongi heaves out.

Within a record time of five minutes, Seokjin is out of the room, Yoongi’s hand in his right hand and their shared piggy bank under his left armpit. They make a mad run towards the fountain in the park where the ice cream truck man always park’s his car. They meet Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook at the bench, hands held tightly together, swinging their legs, waiting. Jungkook is seated on Namjoon’s lap, his index finger in his mouth and Jimin holding his younger brother’s hands tight as they await the elders of the group. Yoongi sends a smile towards Hoseok, who Namjoon obviously had brought, and his little brother Taehyung he was carrying on his back. It looked like Taehyung and Jimin were in a heated debated about which Power Ranger series wa