We Friends Forever??
The Pancake Apocalypse
The morning in Seoul is crisp and golden, sunlight spilling through the apartment windows like liquid warmth. The air is cool but comforting, the kind of weather that makes people want to curl up under a blanket and sleep for just a little longer. Birds chirp faintly outside, the city just beginning to stir.
In the shared apartment, Kim Taehyung is doing exactly that—curled up in his bed, bundled in his thick comforter, breathing steadily. His tousled brown hair falls over his forehead, and for once, he looks peaceful, unbothered by the chaos of the world.
From the kitchen, a sound. A deeply concerning, off-key sound.
Park Jimin
MMmmph—HMMM—oHh YEaaaHhh—BaAAaayyyyy—WhOoOo—!
The peaceful morning is violently shattered as Taehyung stirs, frowning. His ears twitch at the strange mix of noises, followed by the unmistakable scent of something burning. His eyes snap open.
Jimin, in an oversized sweater that nearly swallows him whole, stands at the stove, aggressively flipping what can only be described as a crime against pancakes. Flour is on his sleeves, his cheek, and somehow even in his hair.
He's humming—no, singing?
Taehyung shuffles into the kitchen, his face still soft with sleep, his hoodie draped over his shoulders. He takes one look at the mess—the flour-dusted countertops, the sink piled with dishes, the pancake that looks like it's plotting something evil—and then at Jimin, who is still lost in his own little world, hips swaying slightly as he hums nonsense.
Kim Taehyung
*in a hoarse Voice* Jimin what on earth are you doing?! Wait are...you making pancakes?
Jimin grinning without looking trying to plate a diabolical mess which according to him is a "pancake"
Park Jimin
Yep that's right! World's best pancake for my Best friend, a special breakfast just for you.😁
Taehyung blinks at the pancake. It does not blink back, but it looks like it wants to.
Kim Taehyung
…Is it supposed to be that color?
Park Jimin
*proudly* Yes... And no. Honestly, I forgot what I put in it.
Kim Taehyung
😃 great *worried smile*
Park Jimin
*Cheerfully, flipping another abomination in the pan*
Park Jimin
I know! That's what Best friends are for 😌
Taehyung groans, grabs a cup of coffee, and drops into a chair. Jimin hums even louder.
author
Here with a story, concoction of my life reality and lots of delusional inputs hope you enjoy it.
Office Hierarchy
The clicking of keyboards fills the air, blending with the occasional frustrated sigh. A digital clock on the wall reads 9:42 AM.
The office hums with the usual sounds of productivity—or, in Taehyung’s case, barely suppressed rage.
TAEHYUNG, dressed in his usual work attire—slightly wrinkled but still looking atrociously beautiful —sits hunched over his dual monitors. His expression is one of pure suffering, eyes darting between lines of nightmarishly complex code.
A critical backend update was due today, and—like always—he was the one expected to fix everyone else’s mistakes.
The screen flashes:
[ERROR: Unexpected Token in JSON at Position 44]
He groans, running a hand through his hair.
Kim Taehyung
*Muttering to himself*
Great. Another mystery for Detective Kim to solve.
Across the office, his coworker, a guy with thick glasses and an endless supply of Red Bull, peeks over his monitor.
Kim Seok-jin
Hey, Tae. If you're done talking to yourself, the manager wants that API fix before lunch.
Kim Taehyung
Yeah, yeah. Tell him he’ll get it when I get my will to live back.
His coworker snorts but says nothing.
Taehyung’s inbox pings. Another urgent request.
He rubs his temples, staring at his monitor like it personally offended him. Being a software developer was supposed to be cool, right? Instead, it felt like an endless battle against bugs that seemed to multiply like bacteria the second you fixed one.
Suddenly, a notification pops up on the company’s Slack channel.
Taehyung freezes. His stomach drops.
Kim Taehyung
*in thoughts* 'Daejun? The guy who barely knew the difference between a for-loop and a while-loop?'
Taehyung whips his head around, spotting DAEJUN—his boss’s nephew—leaning back in his chair, grinning like he just won the lottery. His screen is dark—because, of course, he wasn’t working.
Kim Seok-jin
*whispers to Taehyung, equally baffled*
Wait… didn’t you apply for that position?
Kim Taehyung
*jaw clenched*
Yeah.
He stares at the company-wide announcement, fists tightening. He had outperformed everyone in the department, pulled countless all-nighters, and debugged Daejun’s broken code more times than he could count.
His manager, MR. SHIM, walks into the room, clapping Daejun on the shoulder.
Mr. Shim
Big things ahead for you, Daejun! You’ve got a bright future in this company.
Daejun laughs, clearly not feeling guilty in the slightest.
Park Daejun
Thanks, uncle. I mean—sir.
Taehyung bites the inside of his cheek so hard it nearly draws blood.
Kim Taehyung
*thoughts* 'Right. Because talent and hard work mean nothing when your boss’s nephew wants the job.'
He wants to say something. Call out the injustice. Demand an explanation.
If he complains, he’s replaceable.
If he stays quiet, he’s just another pawn.
He swallows his pride and forces himself to keep typing.
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Lunch Rant
Taehyung slams his coffee cup onto the table, frustration rolling off him in waves.
JIMIN appears, sliding into the seat across from him, looking like he just rolled out of bed but somehow still belongs on a magazine cover, wearing an expression of pure amusement.
as jimin glanced beside Taehyung he spots a handsome looking new face—dressed in business casuals.
Taehyung huffs, throwing his hands up.
Kim Taehyung
I’ve been breaking my back fixing his garbage, and what do I get? A participation trophy?
Yoongi sips his coffee, unbothered.
Min Yoongi
Welcome to the corporate world. Where talent gets you stress, and connections get you promotions.
Kim Taehyung
And where do you fit in?
Yoongi gestures to himself.
Min Yoongi
Oh, I’m different. I thrive in chaos. And I have survival instincts. Unlike you, who still believes hard work actually means something.
Taehyung glares.Yoongi shrugs.
Yoongi finally acknowledges Jimin’s existence, giving him a once-over like he’s analyzing a stock investment.
Min Yoongi
Oh. You’re new.
Taehyung, now mildly entertained, leans back in his chair.
Kim Taehyung
Jimin, meet Min Yoongi. He’s from the Finance team.
Seokjin tilts his head, finally cracking a smile.
Min Yoongi
Wait. Park Jimin? The web guy?
Park Jimin
*raising an eyebrow* …Yes?
Min Yoongi
Oh, perfect. I need a favor.
Jimin exchanges a glance with Taehyung, who just shrugs.
Park Jimin
And what exactly makes you think I do favors for random guys who crash my lunch?
Yoongi grins, setting down his impeccably plated meal before dramatically clasping his hands together.
Min Yoongi
Because, Jimin… I am ridiculously charming.
Taehyung snorts into his coffee.
This was going to be an interesting lunch break.
author
that's all for today byee
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