Kim Taehyung looks exasperated.

But not nearly as exasperated as Jimin feels.

“Jimin, I-”

“No,” Jimin pushes forward, frowning into his friend’s face. “Did you get hit on the head, Tae? Seriously? Because I could have sworn I just heard you say that you wanted me to pretend to date your boyfriend’s psychotic roommate who has frequently told me that he hates me. And that’s just silly. Isn’t it, Tae?”

rough around the edges