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🚑⛓️Jimin-Dumpling fight 2.0

Requested by rhecalma

"That last one is mine, you already had more!"

"No, I didn't. You had more!"

"That's not true!"

"It is, I know you ate one while I went to the toilet."

"Guys, it's just dumplings. Stop fighting, we can buy more if we want." Jin interrupts the two oldest maknaes.

"It's not just dumplings, hyung!"

"Oh, we finally agree on something! It's not just dumplings!"

The oldest shakes his head and walks out of the room.

"Well, I'll take that last dumpling since you already had more." Taehyung says, breaking the silence that had fallen upon them.

"Yah, you had more than me!" Without paying attention to the raging Jimin in front of him, Taehyung puts the dumpling into his mouth and slowly starts chewing.

The older of the two storms towards the front door and exits the BTS dorms, deciding it would be better to go outside and cool down. He breathes heavily, watching as the air coming from his mouth turns into fog because of the cold winter weather.

Luckily, Jimin is already wearing warm clothes, still has is jacket on and isn't very far from the HYBE building. He slows his step when he reaches the end of the street, turning the corner and making his way towards the big office building only a few blocks away.

He enters the building, realizing that the chair man of the company is in a meeting and that he is now on his own. He decides to go to the practice room, wanting to do some dancing and let his emotions out, letting his mind rest for a bit and letting his body move to the music like he's being controlled by the melody and the meaningful lyrics.

The young man takes the elevator to the 7th floor and walks to the door of their respective practice room. He walks towards the speaker and connects his phone to it. He starts to play some music, putting his phone down and letting his body flow freely.

Just ignore the other two guys.

His emotions, feelings and thoughts are clear in his movements, showing his frustration as well as his sadness. Frustration, because he had another fight with his soulmate about such a stupid topic. Sadness, because he fought with his best friend, who he usually reads like an open book, but could not understand this one time. Sad that he left his best friend behind in the dorms without talking about their feelings, because their is no way that this fight was really only about dumplings and doesn't have any underlying feelings adding fuel to the fire inside of them.

After a few more songs, he starts to feel his throat close. He has had asthma for years, which is no secret to the members, the company or the fans, so he is very familiar with dealing with attacks. He realizes that he doesn't have an inhaler with him. While storming out of the house in a fit of anger, he forgot to take his bag with him, which also contains the object that he now desperately needs.

Thinking that he was the only person on his floor of the massive building, he goes back to old techniques he has learned in the past to control his asthma when he didn't have an inhaler yet or had forgotten it somewhere. He sits down against the wall, trying to take slow and deep breaths, trying to stay as calm as possible in this moment.