"... Seriously, hyung?" Oh God. He didn't want to even look at that brat. Jungkook got up and glared darkly as Ten came stumbling up the stairs, dressed in the same clothes and looking ruffled. He covered his eyes at how bright the lights were up here, wincing and lowering his head.

"We don't have dessert." Namjoon frowned. "We have ... toast. I guess. And a candy bar."

"That's not dessert." Ten reminded Yoongi, knowing that they made a deal. "You made a big fucking deal about your word and you can't even get me dessert." God, Jungkook wanted to punch him in the face.