me in the museum, you in the wintergardens

Yoongi reaches for an orange macaron. “Now, since I’m moving out, I bet you can guess what the good news is.”“A decrease in the number of DTPH?”Yoongi scowls at Jungkook.“What the fuck is DTPH?”“Death threats per hour—ow!”A lean hand smacks him at the back of the head and somewhere Jungkook can hear Jimin giggle.“No,” Yoongi growls, “and it’s good news for you specifically, so you better shut up and be grateful.”//or, jimin is a filthy job-stealer, yoongi is tired of going to mcdonald's at two a.m., and jungkook finally, finally gets to live in his city's own chelsea hotel. but jungkook's in limbo after giving up his lifetime dream, stuck watching the bags under his eyes grow darker by the day. the only thing that seems to help him sleep is the sound of his upstairs neighbor's voice, dripping viscous and gold-like through his window...