90 inch 1080p 3d
a/n: to rninjoon ;u; thanks for all the minjoon feels
“he wants you to do what?” namjoon’s spoon falls with an unsatisfying plimp. and jimin winces as tiny flecks of milk and cereal splatter across the table.
the expression on namjoon’s face is priceless, stunned and flabbergasted and one jimin would totally bust out his phone for to capture and memorialize forever and more. but considering the situation, jimin thinks it rather not so prudent to do so.
instead, he takes a haughty sip of his coffee, only if to prolong the moment just a little bit further because the tick growing upon namjoon’s temple is starting to pulse, and jimin thinks it’s kind of funny.
“he wants you to do what, exactly?” namjoon repeats, fists clenched and teeth grinding, as if jimin hadn’t heard the first time. and jimin rolls his eyes, because clearly namjoon is being overdramatic.