“hyuuuuuuung!” yoongi glances over his shoulder when he hears jimin’s muffled voice calling through the bathroom door.

“what!” he sighs as he pauses the new release action movie he’d been wanting to catch up on for months now but never had the time to.

“can you come here for a second?!” jimin insists.

“why?!” yoongi shouts back.

“please! i need you! this is important!” jimin sounds frantic. so with another heavy sigh, yoongi sets down the remote on the coffee table and hauls himself off the couch to make his way for the bathroom.

yoongi knocks twice briskly before opening the door.

“what?” yoongi frowns, peaking inside to find jimin hopping around the bathroom floor on the balls of his feet with his hands clutched in front of his jeans. “what are you doing?”

“hyung! help me! i need to pee!” jimin whines, his expression in panic mode.

“okay then, go pee?” yoongi tilts his head, brows furrowed in confusion.

“my zipper is stuck!” jimin shrieks, still bouncing up and down. and yoongi finally notices that the younger isn’t just jumping for the fun of it, he’s yanking down as hard as he can on his caught fly that refuses to budge. “i can’t get it down!”

“oh my god. you would,” yoongi shakes his head, entering the bathroom all the way. “come here,” he bends over slightly to level himself and pulls lightly on the belt loops of jimin’s jeans.

jimin’s hands fall lax beside him and he stands as still as possible while yoongi tries to edge the zipper away from the denim it’s caught on.

“how did this even happen?” yoongi asks, using his thumb nail to try to push the metal clasp away.

“i was in a rush,” jimin whimpers defensively, trying very hard to keep his body still. he really, really needs to go.

“hmm,” yoongi nods, biting down on his lower lip in concentration. the zipper is starting to budge, and yoongi tries to align the denim away while continuing to push it up to make the two separate. “almost there.”

“yay,” jimin breathes, body getting jittery. he’d been holding in it for so long. damn those online scanned comic books.

“okay! i got it!” yoongi shouts, as the front door simultaneously beeps to signal that someone has disabled the alarm from outside.

yoongi’s and jimin’s attentions turn towards the bathroom door as namjoon’s and seokjin’s voices enter the apartment.

“ugh i’m all sweaty and sticky now,” they hear seokjin complain, and namjoon replies that it’s summer so there’s no way around it.

“here, can you take these to the kitchen?” seokjin asks, bags rustling just on the other side of the wall.

“sure,” namjoon says.

“hey! are you almost done with-” seokjin’s face peeps around the bathroom door to find yoongi still bent down in front of jimin’s crotch. “um, am i interrupting something?”

“no, no,” yoongi coughs, straightening up and patting jimin’s fully-jeaned butt. “we’re done here. well, i’m done. jimin’s not.”

“yeah, shoo shoo,” jimin lightly shoves yoongi out of the bathroom, pushing seokjin away as well in the process. he quickly slams the door shut, the lock clicking in place.

“ahhhhhhhhh,” they hear his satisfied moan, followed by the sound of splashing water.

“what,” yoongi shrugs when seokjin stares at him curiously. he brushes past the elder, making his way for the couch and plopping back down on his spot. “time to finish my movie.”