“Hyung, he likes girls.”

“And what makes you say that?” Seokjin asks in a slightly annoyed tone, wiping down the last table to prepare for closing.

“He said so,” Jimin pouts, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“He said so,” Seokjin repeats, walking up to his dongsaeng. “He’s lying.”

“Whatever… I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Seokjin chuckles, sighs comically and ruffles Jimin’s hair. “You want to come over to our place for dinner?” he offers, remembering Jimin’s oddly tired behavior as he prepared coffee after coffee, talked to girl after girl.

“Don’t have an appetite,” Jimin says.

“Hm.” Seokjin can’t help but frown. “You haven’t had it for a week.”

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It’s past midnight when Taehyung comes home, half drunk and cheeks flushed.  

“You still up Chimchimie...” he cooes, visibly tired as . He sinks down onto the couch next to his friend, gives him an half hearted attempt at a kiss, and looks at the TV.

“The ’re you watchn?”

Jimin sighs. Not even he knows. “Maybe you should go to bed.”

“Mmh,” Taehyung lets out before collapsing into Jimin’s lap. He c