taehyung is a self proclaimed genius. but right now yoongi is regretting ever listening to the boy, or even thinking it is a good idea to ask him for advice.

for some godforsaken reason (read park jimin) yoongi had gone to the boy for advice and now he is standing in his and jimin’s shared living room...shirtless...and with chocolate on his abdomen.

yoongi hates himself and how much he loves park jimin.

“yoongi hyung?”

“uhhh...hi jimin.”

“hyung, why are you shirtless?”

“because it’s hot?”

“it’s the middle of february...it’s freezing.” 
 

“thanks for the weather report brat.”

“but really hyung, what’s up?”

slowly yoongi turns around, eyes closed, and waits for the scream. when he doesn’t hear it he opens his eyes and comes face to face with jimin smiling so widely he’s sure it hurts.

“wow hyung. copying my idea i see.” 
 

“shut the hell your mouth. i can’t believe i let taehyung write on me in chocolate for this sass.”

“it’s okay hyung. i love it. happy 100 days.” jimin smiles against yoongi’s mouth.

“i love you.” yoongi murmurs against jimin’s lips.

(taehyung is most definitely a genius.)