Jimin woke up with a terrible headache. Predictable.
Not to mention his hair smelled awfully like piss and he gagged when he figured that his shirt smelled the same, not helping the headache at all. He opened his eyes slowly, hissing at the already parted curtains. Of course Namjoon would have done that; he’d always been the one to wake up the earliest.
Jimin smiled, memories of last night coming back to him. God, the adrenaline. It made him shudder, knowing that his dream had finally come true. That his father’s dream had come true. He remembered how happy his father had been when he’d won the regional championship just before he had died. Knowing that he’d won something bigger; way bigger than just a regional championship, that the world knew him as the best boxer, the ‘king of the ring’. It was something surreally happy.
He sighed, looking over to Taehyung who was still asleep. He chuckled, flinging his leg over his waist.
“Pisser?” He giggled, looking at the drool trailing down from his best friend’s mouth.
The other boy didn’t do so much as flinch. Jimin just laughed more, shaking him by the shoulders lightly.
Taehyung grunted, frowning a little. “What?”
“It’s twelve fifty-two, nothing much.” Jimin said, smile still adorning hi lips.
“Fuck you too.”
Jimin laughed loudly, letting go of the boy, removing his leg from over him.
“Get up, take a shower.” He shuffled his way out of the duvet, sliding his slippers on.
“I don’t want to.”
“Tae, we smell like rotten gin.” The boy chuckled. “Which frankly smells like piss.”
Taehyung chuckled, opening his eyes a little, turning around to look at his best friend.
“So if you drink rotten gin, you’re drinking piss.” The boy said, a sober smile on.
Jimin laughed loudly, almost falling over when he caught hold of the bed to keep him steady.
“Why would I drink rotten gin!?”
“I don’t know, King of The Ring.” The other boy stated matter-of-factly.
Jimin chuckled, throwing a pillow at him before he went to the bathroom.
“Get up, Tae. I wanna see LA.”
The bathroom’s latch sounded a click, indicating the lock. Taehyung smiled, getting up to go shower.
It was gonna be a good day.
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Heaven's Denied
Fanfictionthe cosmos gets reduced to jungkook's eyes as soon as he breathes as a mortal; for the first time in centuries, an abdicated deity. and his heartbeat gets reduced to a person's gaze. the gaze he's been chasing for, for all of his eternity. his hands...
