Yoongi came in

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jimin, nervously pacing from corner to corner, pressed the phone to his ear, trying to speak more quietly.

"Mom, how much longer can this go on?" he hissed into the phone, glancing at the closed door. "He's just unbearable! He's constantly telling me what to do, nagging me about everything. 'Jimin, stop slouching,' 'Jimin, you've left your things all over the place.' Why did you even introduce me to him? I don't understand what you saw in him."

Jimin plopped down on the couch, unaware that the door was the only thing separating him from the object of his indignation. Beyond the door, in the dim hallway, stood Yoongi. He held a bag of groceries for dinner in one hand. A strange expression froze on his face: a mixture of mild shock, awkwardness, and barely perceptible sadness. He heard every word.

"Great," Yoongi thought, feeling the bag growing uncomfortably heavy. He took a deep breath, trying to gather the fragments of his pride, and made up his mind. The door handle slowly turned.

Jimin winced and turned around. Yoongi looked a little crumpled, but that awkward smile that gave him away was frozen on his lips. He'd clearly heard everything.

"I... uh... bought soy sauce," Yoongi said quietly, holding the bag higher, and this was his excuse for intruding. "The one you asked for."