Jimin studied himself in the mirror, hips rotating to get a better idea of what he looked like from

the back. He pursed his lips in concentration, then blew a puff of air out of them in frustration.

Something was missing.

“Hyung.”

Yoongi didn’t even twitch. He kept his eyes firmly on his phone. “No.”

Jimin stomped his foot. “​Hyung​,” he whined. “Come on.”

“No. You know I hate this game.”

“It’s not a game, hyung. It’s my future.”

It was a calculated risk, but it paid off when Yoongi rolled over and eyed him with annoyance.
“Park Jimin, you and I both know ​slimjim432​ isn’t in any way your future.”