"i don't know whether i should be scared or flattered."

jimin chuckled, sitting down right next to taehyung. he tried to hold taehyung's left hand but the latter was fast enough to move away.

"nope! what did i say about physical contact?"

"it's not in the non-existent friendship contract," jimin sighed.

"that's right. so are we playing or not? and you better have food prepared because i'm bloody famished."

"alright, you go choose the game and i'll get us something to eat." jimin stood up and made his way to the kitchen, leaving an oddly satisfied taehyung smiling to himself.

taehyung would've never been able to order jimin around like that back then. he couldn't help but savor the boy's utter desperation.