“jeon jeongguk!” jimin’s voice carries through the slightly open door from somewhere out in the living room.

“what!” jeongguk hollers back, not even bothering to glance up from his epic game of world of warcraft.

“come to the liquor store with me!” jimin yells, and jeongguk still doesn’t move a muscle from his belly flopped sprawl on namjoon’s bed.

“no!” jeongguk replies without a beat. he has better things to do than trudge through over a hundred degrees of boiling sun and sticky humidity for god knows what hyung wants now. like pwning bambam at world of warcraft, for example, a task at which he’s accomplishing spectacularly at the moment.

how sweet it is.

“die, die, die,” jeongguk mutters under his breath, fingers tapping furiously on his keyboard.

“i’ll buy you ice cream!” jimin’s voice breaks through jeongguk’s deep concentration, finally tearing his gaze away from the monitor.

“five minutes!” jeongguk types out a quick farewell and flips his laptop shut. he drags himself over namjoon’s bed, stumbling onto jelly legs that have fallen asleep after too many hours of disuse.

“ow,” jeongguk winces, feet prickling with sharp sparks that sizzle like electric waves. wiggling his toes to brush it off, he shuffles over to his bed to dig through his mountains of clean, unfolded laundry to pull out a quick change of clothes. maybe some shorts and a t-shirt. he can’t very well walk the streets in his sleepwear.

shoving on a snapback low over his face as the finishing touch, jeongguk finally pockets his cellphone, just in case you never know, and prances out the door.

“i knew you’d come,” jimin has a smug smile on his face, waiting by the door while jeongguk slips on his sneakers.

“you know nothing,” jeongguk shrugs, shuffling passed jimin and out the door. he presses the down button to call for the elevator.

“i know exactly how you operate. therefore, i know exactly what to say to make you do things,” jimin lets the door swing shut, bouncing over to jeongguk and throwing an arm over the younger’s shoulders with a self-satisfied grin.

“i want mint chocolate chip,” jeongguk declares, choosing to ignore jimin’s previous statement. he doesn’t even want to dignify that with a response.

“yeah, yeah,” jimin smiles happily, arm still slung around jeongguk as the elevator pings. “ah yeah! jimin and jeongguk adventure time!”

“oh dear lord, here we go,” jeongguk sighs, rolling his eyes.

“two against the world!” jimin shouts dramatically, jabbing a finger into the air as jeongguk guides him inside the elevator.

“how old are you again?” jeongguk teases, an amused grin spreading across his cheeks.

“jimin and jeongguk! jeongguk and jimin! one ice cream flavor to rule them all!”