Bonded

A Mission (?)

==thirty-six==

"You're gonna play- what ?"

You were convinced the six men sitting in front of you were a bunch of chaotically crazy people who worked as part-time musicians, but it would sound offensive if said out loud. So you kept it to yourself, resorting to voicing out dumb questions instead.

"Do I need to repeat that word for her again?" Yoongi groaned.

"Never in my whole life have I ever had to think about how to set Seokjin up with a girl." Jungkook grunted, exasperated with the whole situation.

"That was one thing I thought he would be exceptionally good at, irrespective of his age."

Jimin nodded at that, half of his energy already seeming to have left his body.

"Neither did I, buddy.

At this point, I'd do anything to un-see all the times I've spotted him blushing like an overly sentimentality high school teen in a movie, thinking about his one and only soulmate. And I do not want to talk about his ears whenever you're mentioned, at all."

He then turned to you with a confused frown on his face.

"Does this bond do weird things to you?"

Blinking once, you tried to process his question, having to move on from imagining your soulmate blushing yet again.

"W-weird, as in?"

"Like, loosen a wire or two from your brain's circuit, you know.
Does something like that happen?"

"What? No."

You really wanted to give him a what the hell look at that moment, had Namjoon not interrupted with a knock on the surface of the wooden nightstand.

"Careful with the furniture." mumbled Taehyung, only to earn a death stare from the elder one.

"Can we try and focus on the matter of concern here for at least two minutes?"

"Okay. Listen Up." Hoseok held up a hand. "I think I might have thought of the quickest plan to get this over with."

"Pray enlighten us, your highness." Yoongi sarcastically beckoned him.

The other boy pursed his lips at that comment, tiny dimples showing up at the corners of his mouth.

"So, I really feel like this might work, and end our misery as soon as possible. H-"

"Oh come on get to the point already!" Jimin whined, impatiently stomping his feet on the carpet as he leaned forward.

Hoseok let out a frustrated sigh.

"I was about to do just that, dumbass. Now listen.

How about we just call him here right now and end this."

There was a moment of silence before Jimin jumped off the couch.

"You. Get Out. Dumbass."

"Wait why what did I even-"

"Why do you think we didn't bring him here with us? Would you voluntarily skip your way to your crush's room after a mishap like that?" The short guy divulged, shaking his head.

Said dumbass chuckled sheepishly.

"Uh-. Right. I wouldn't."

A moment later his face lit up, indicating the possibilities of him suggesting improvisations in his plan.