The first thought that crosses Jimin’s mind, is that this is an awful lot of horse magazines for one person.

Actually no, that’s a lie, the first thing he thinks is that the photo that Mating Mares Monthly chose for their advertisement is shot at an angle that leaves the viewer uncomfortably close to the model stallion’s rear end. He wonders at the volume of horse related literature not a second later though.

“You’re sure you didn’t order them?” the postman asks for the fifteenth time.

Jimin rolls his eyes and sighs to make sure his displeasure is translated down the phone line, “yes I’m very, very sure. I check my bank statements, I didn’t drunk order it or whatever.”

He walks over and flips the box over to check for a return address, and sees a name that is most definitely not his own printed neatly on the label.

“Taehyung…”

“Just bring the package down to the office and we’ll-”

“This package doesn’t have my name on it. It doesn’t even have my address.”

Silence falls across the phone. In his mind’s eye Jimin can already see Taehyung’s sheepish grin stretching out the corners of his mouth as he tries to keep himself from laughing.

“Whoops.”

Jimin groans, and starts packing the spilled magazines back into their box.

 

Taehyung is doing what appears to be jack , reclining in a swivel chair and flicking blue tack at the ceiling when Jimin slams the box onto the post office counter. And even then it takes some rather pointed throat clearing to get his attention.

“, you weren’t kidding about all the horses,” Taehyung laughs, rifling through the stash and selecting a publication entitled ‘Modern Horseman’ to flick through, “weird.”

“Like you’ve got a right to talk,” Jimin snaps, flicking the magazine out of Taehyung’s hands and back into the box, “and this is the third package of someone else’s that you’ve given to me in the past two months. You’re lucky we’re friends or I would be speaking to your supervisor right about now.”

“To tell her what a great job I’ve been doing?”

“To get you fired!”

“Good thing we’re friends then,” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows as winningly as he can manage from underneath his frumpy uniform.

Jimin scowls, “it’s not funny.”

Taehyung seems to have unilaterally decided that they’re moving on from the part of the conversation where he gets reprimanded for being at his job and onto the part where he attempts to make things right. “Were you expecting any packages today?” he asks from between the pages of a rather hefty looking file.

“What?”

“Were you expecting any packages? Only we might have mixed you up with someone. I don’t think even I’m dumb enough to give you a package you didn’t order out of nowhere.”

Of course he’d been expecting a package. He’s been expecting a package for the past week. But no sooner has Jimin opened his mouth to say as much than his brain reminds him of exactly which package he’s been waiting for.

Carefully, Jimin shuts his mouth before he can say anything. Taehyung stares into the file like he’s forgotten he’s supposed to be dealing with a customer.

“I got a weird package this morning that doesn’t belong to me!” A second box crashes onto the counter at Jimin’s elbow, and the face of a man who looks like he’s doing everything in his power to keep himself smiling appears above it.

Taehyung pulls his head out of his file and blinks at the man in surprise, “no way! Same thing happened to Jimin here.”

Neither of them says a word, though Jimin can feel the man with the other box staring at Taehyung with the same incredulity he is currently gracing him with.

Jimin turns to the other man, “what was your name?”

“Jung Hoseok.” he nods in the direction of Jimin’s box, “so if you’re Jimin, I’m guessing that belongs to me.”

Hoseok flips the lid of his box up to demonstrate that the name ‘Park Jimin’ is scrawled along the top. Jimin double checks his own box and sure enough, Hoseok is the rightful recipient.

“Well that was relatively painless,” Jimin mumbles as Hoseok hightails it out of the post office, horse magazines stashed safely under one arm. “I’ll just be-TAEHYUNG NO!”

Without so much as a ‘by your leave’, Taehyung wrenches the box open and peers down at the contents.

“Jimin…”

“It’s not what it looks like!”

“As your postman I’m shocked!”

“I promise- wait, what?”

“The postman is supposed to be the secret lover,” Taehyung says somberly, “it’s age old tradition, I can’t believe you’d double cross me like this.”

“He’s not my ‘secret lover’ Taehyung jeez,” Jimin says, tugging the box towards him and snapping the lid shut.

“Oh so he’s your boyfriend?”

“No…”

Taehyung blinks, “I don’t get it.”

“He’s…he’s a singer ok,” Jimin hisses as quietly as he can manage, leaning over the counter till there’s no danger of anyone overhearing him.

“A singer?” Taehyung says, way too loudly, because privacy is overrated apparently, “aren’t you a little old to be fawning after idols?”

Jimin sniffs, “he’s not an idol, Jeon Jungkook is a true artist.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it”

“Yeah well for the meantime you best believe that if you tell anyone about this, your supervisor is going to receive a very interesting letter regarding all your misplaced packages.” Jimin heaves the box off the counter, and marches both it and himself out of the post office with his nose in the air.

He gets a text two seconds later: I don’t get it. Why would she just randomly get a letter like that? - Tae

If cameras were located on street corners, Jimin would find one for the sake of staring into it. For the time being, he’s content to smuggle his precious cargo home, where he fully intends to paper his room with Jeon Jungkook’s selfies.