(Yoongi's POV)

     I love Hoseok, I wouldn't cheat on him. I just honestly loved fucking with Taehyung, it was hilarious. I was honestly annoyed about the broken vase but I was only making Jungkook work to annoy him in return.

     (Jungkook's POV)

     I rang the doorbell for the second time. My fingers crossing then uncrossing. Then messing with my hair, then wondering if I wore appropriate clothes. I don't know exactly what I'll be doing so I-

The door opened slowly. Every time Yoongi opened a door for me he was in a robe and very sleepy eyed, this time was no expectation. Even though it's 2 in the afternoon, the time he told me to come.

"He-"

"I want coffee." Yoongi said immediately, completely cutting off my greeting. I looked at him in confusion while he stared at me, already looking pissed off. "I want a espresso macchiato."

And then he closed the door.

What the heck?

      I quickly got the message, but I don't exactly have access to any vehicles. I got an Uber here, and I guess I could take one to the coffee shop but I'm not spending money I don't have to.

      I rang the doorbell again, and after a few moments he opened the door, looking extremely irritated by the fact that I'm still here.

      "I don't have a car." I mumbled under his gaze as he glared at me. Yoongi left the doorway, does that mean I go in? Or do I wait?

       He reappeared with a pair of keys, he tossed them to me and closed the door. Jeez, he's cold.

        I turned around, my eyes falling on the very expensive looking sports car. I smiled, skipping over to it.

     ***

      "Can I get a espresso macchiato?"

       "That'll be 3.75, name?"

      "Jungkook."

      I handed her a five dollar bill and waited to get the change back as my phone buzzed.

      Unknown: hurry up!

      I looked at my phone, usually I would dismiss it as a wrong number but I'm pretty sure it's a certain person.

      Me: Be patient

      I put my phone in my pocket to get the change, walking over to a table to wait for his coffee. Just as I sat down my phone buzzed again.

       Unknown: don't use that tone with me

      Me: How'd you get my number

      Unknown: Hoseok, now hurry the fuck up

"Jungkook!" I stood up to grab his coffee.

***

"It's cold!" Yoongi groaned, setting his coffee on the table.

"Didn't say you wanted hot coffee." I mumbled, slightly annoyed because he texted me at least seven times telling me to hurry up and then scolded me for taking long when I got back.

"What was that, Jeon?" Yoongi looked up at me from his seat on the couch.

      (Yoongi's POV)

     I made him clean my rug, even though it's getting replaced tomorrow. Then go out and buy me Doritos, and when he came back I told him I wanted Cheetos instead. Pretty much making him do tedious things just because.

      "I'm not sweeping your kitchen again! I've done it twice already!" Jungkook groaned, as I looked up from my phone.

      "Mmm but I said to, and you owe me thousands of dollars." I smiled when he shot me a look, leaving to go back to the kitchen.

      My phone began ringing and when I saw who it was I answered immediately.

      "Hey-"

      "Yoongi, I need you." He said in a rushed tone, making me sit up immediately.

      "What's wrong?"

      "I'm horny~" he whined as I sighed in relief.

      "You made me worried, don't say it like that next time. I thought you were hurt." I said, not actually upset.

      "But I'm in pain. My dick hurts." Hoseok whined again, my self control slowly breaking down.

       "You're so horny all the time." I laughed softly when I heard him curse.

      "Hypocrite. And I'm a teenager! Don't blame me for my urges, it's the hormones fault!" He spoke quietly, I'm guessing his family was home.

       "Mmhm sure, come over."

       "Coming!" Hoseok hung up immediately.

Shit, Jungkook's still here