♠︎ twelve

hey bagel buns!

okay, i feel like i was really mean to you guys in the last chapter, thank you for reading i promise i'm not mad about the comments hahaha I LOVE YOU ALL (it just unnerves me when you guys go quiet on the spicy scenes)😭

anyway, since y'all have been so good to me in supporting this story, here's a rare chapter from yoongle boongle's POV for ya!

borahae bagels 💜

CHAPTER TWELVE

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♠︎ YOONGI

Yoongi glared at Taehyung across the kitchen counter, but he didn't budge.

"Hyung," Taehyung rolled his eyes. "I love you, but I'm not making you coffee. I don't even drink coffee, how would I know what to do?"

"You just press the buttons on the machine, Taehyung-ah, it's not hard," he grumbled.

"Well, if it's not hard, then you can do it, can't you?" Taehyung pointed out. 

Yoongi huffed loudly.

Every one of his members knew that when they got up in the morning, they had to put the coffee machine on for Yoongi. If he didn't have his coffee within ten minutes of waking up, he was nearly impossible to deal with. And so far, all of the other members had complied with this. 

But not Taehyung.

And Yoongi was starting to become irritated.

"Hey guys!" a voice sing-songed from the back door, and in stepped Jimin, skin glowing from his workout with you. For a moment, Yoongi stared shamelessly at his friend, blonde hair tousled and glinting with sweat in the sunlight, his workout gear sitting prettily on his slender frame. Jimin noticed him staring, but only smirked at Yoongi knowingly.

And so what if he noticed? Yoongi thought. It was alright to enjoy a good-looking friend every once in a while.

Especially when that good-looking friend was Jimin.

"Tae Tae, didn't you make Yoongi-hyung his coffee yet?" Jimin asked dismayed, looking at the empty coffee machine.

"Thank you," Yoongi pointed at Jimin in vindication and relief, as the younger started to move around the kitchen, scooping coffee beans from a jar and into the coffee machine. "Someone who gets it."

"Aw, don't worry, hyungie, I'll look after you," Jimin cooed, but now, it was in a sickly-sweet voice, as if Yoongi were an infant and Jimin his mother.

Safe to say, Yoongi did not like it.

"Stop fucking with me," Yoongi ordered grumpily. After the way he'd tempted Yoongi into playing truth or dare last night, this made the second time in twenty-four hours that he'd felt like Jimin was playing with him. And Yoongi did not like to be played with.

But Jimin didn't seem to be catching on to Yoongi's annoyance - or if he was, he simply wanted to add to it further.

"Why should I? I'm making your coffee after all. It's like I'm your mommy and you're my little fairy princess," Jimin waggled an eyebrow over his shoulder as he smirked, clicking the coffee machine compartments into place.

"If anyone's a fairy princess here it's you," Yoongi shot back, feeling irritation fizz in his veins. "From what I've heard of you and Jungkook, anyway."

"Didn't realise you were listening in, hyung," Jimin chimed lightly, turning to cross his arms and smirk at Yoongi. "Were you sad to be missing out? You can always join us, princess."

Yoongi saw red, at the exact moment that Jimin shot him a dazzlingly triumphant smile.

The glare that had likely descended over Yoongi's face was clearly enough to make Jimin terrified enough to run away and he laughed mischievously, bolting from the kitchen.

"Yah!" Yoongi shouted after him, starting to get seriously irritated. "What about my coffee, you little-"

Taehyung chuckled, watching him go. "Jimin's in some kinda devil mode lately."

"He's always in devil mode," Yoongi rolled his eyes. "It must be the heat making him worse."

"Yeah, well, don't enjoy it too much," Taehyung teased, pointing at the dark scowl that still painted Yoongi's face. "Seriously, hyung, you look like you're about to kill-"

"Morning," your voice echoed through the kitchen, a bright smile on your face as you spotted Yoongi, which dimmed immediately at the sight of his friend sat beside him. "Oh - uh..."

Standing in the doorway, you glanced between Yoongi and Taehyung, clearly feeling uncomfortable and warm in your post-workout state. Taehyung had frozen, gazing at you with pleading eyes, and Yoongi...

Yoongi just tutted, and thought about asking you to make him coffee instead. He was getting seriously antsy now without his caffeine.

"Did you... uh... spill water on your shirt?" Taehyung asked after an excruciatingly awkward silence, clearly the only thing he could find it in him to say. If you weren't already flushed from working out, Yoongi knew you would probably blush even pinker, glancing down at the wet patch at the top of your t-shirt.

"Uh... yeah, something like that," you replied hurriedly, moving across the kitchen without looking at Taehyung. You mumbled an excuse about taking a shower, and then you were gone.

Taehyung sighed. "She won't even look at me, hyung."

Yoongi pursed his lips, knowing exactly what his best friend was feeling. "She has a good reason."

"But... I didn't even-!" Taehyung stopped his protest mid-sentence, and dropped his face into his hand, groaning. "Shit, maybe I did fuck it up. I don't even know any more."

Yoongi sighed. He knew, despite how hurt you were, that Taehyung was not a bad guy. That, at the very least, he hadn't meant to hurt you. Being both of your friends over the past year or so had been a hard balance to strike, and Yoongi genuinely believed that much of what passed between you was miscommunication, or a lack of communication altogether.

He knew if you just sat down and talked it through, you could be friends again. Taehyung certainly wanted that. He just wasn't sure you were in the place for that yet. 

"Look, she'll come around," Yoongi said now, trying to ignore his uncaffeinated rage and focus on comforting his friend, patting Taehyung's arm. "It'll just take time, okay? She's hurting. Be patient."

"Yeah," Taehyung grimaced, though he didn't look convinced. "Yeah, hyung, you're right. Thanks."

He stood up to leave, wandering from the kitchen, and Yoongi shot an arm out towards him, whining. "No, wait, before you go - Taehyung-ah, the machine, just press that red button-"

But Taehyung was already gone, his head in the clouds, thoughts far away from Yoongi and his much-needed coffee.

"Does anyone in this house love me?" Yoongi muttered to himself as he got up to work the coffee machine, still feeling the buzz of annoyance at Jimin in his veins. What was that boy thinking, challenging him? Calling him princess?

Yoongi didn't like it. Not at all. 

He was still grumpily thinking about how to get his own back, when Jungkook stepped through the door, shirtless and seething. 

"I'm going to kill her, hyung," he hissed through gritted teeth, muscles taut with anger. "At this rate, I'm going to kill her before I fuck her."

"Tell me about it," Yoongi muttered, thinking about Jimin and his shit-eating smirk. 

Jungkook paused in confusion. "Huh?"

Dismissively, Yoongi waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. What's she done now?"

"She just-" Jungkook mimed an action which looked like him waving something over his head, seemingly too angry to put it into words. "She just does everything she can to get at me. It's fucking exhausting."

Yoongi grinned, knowing exactly the position he was in. "It's only exhausting because it's turning you on, Jungkookie."

"I don't feel very turned on," he spat sardonically. "I feel... tense. Like a string that's been wound up really really tight."

"Exactly," Yoongi smirked. "What do you think is gonna happen when you snap, huh?"

For this, Jungkook had no answer. 

"Look," Yoongi started again, calmer now that a mug of hot coffee was ready and between his palms. "The last few days have clearly been good for you both. You obviously find each other attractive, and she's pushing your buttons left right and centre. This is sort of what you signed up for."

Jungkook made to interrupt him, but Yoongi held up a hand to stop him. 

"But now it's time to stop playing," he said, in a sterner voice. "You haven't learned anything yet, Jungkookie. You're doing this to become more confident, yes? For Yoora? So use this as a practice round. Every brat needs rules to follow - and, in most cases, break. You need to form some lines that she can't cross."

At this, Jungkook's face lit up adorably. Yoongi wondered how he could look so innocent when talking about something so filthy, but Jungkook's wide smile and doe eyes always made him look younger and more naive when he was excited.

"I did that!" he pointed out, sounding proud. "I told her if she did it again, there'd be consequences."

"Good," Yoongi said. "Now enforce them. Next time, you can't let her get away with it. You're in charge, remember? So show her that."

Jungkook was still pondering this as Yoongi stepped away from him, making to leave - before adding one more thing.

"And remember," Yoongi added, as he wandered out of the kitchen, "at the end of the day, she's a sub, even though she doesn't seem it. She talks a big game out here, but get her in the bedroom and it's a different story. Brats are all the same. You just have to show her where the line is, Jungkookie."

"Show her where the line is," Jungkook repeated, a small bunny-like smile breaking across his face as he leaned against the counter. Clearly, he'd found some inspiration. "I can do that."

Yoongi grinned, sipping his coffee. Not even ten in the morning, and he'd already helped two of the maknaes with their problems. 

And if he had it his way, he'd be punishing the other one for his cheekiness, sooner rather than later.

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