BTS Imagines {Member's POV}

{4} Jeon Jeongguk

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From my book Soft Wake Up Imagines chapter {23} ❤

I reached up and ran my hands through my hair, brushing my bangs back and sighing as I rolled over. The morning had made its appearance behind the partially closed curtains and I was planning to make it a great day.

"Get your foot out of my face!" My friend yelped, hitting my ankle.

"Stop whining, hyung, don't you love my foot?" I mockingly asked and wiggled my toes, trying to poke his cheek as he desperately tried blocking my leg. "You little- sTOP!"

I chuckled and gave in, planting it on the ground next to the couch instead. "You were the one insisting to sleep on the couch." I told him. He shot me a glare before pushing me with his own two feet, trying to kick me off said couch. His attempts were all in vain though, and he grumbled as I laughed.

"I'm never letting you stay over again."

I poured and poked his thigh with my toe. "But Jiminie hyung you love me."

He glared at me from where he sat on the other end of the couch before looking away. "I only love you because you're good at gaming and I can take a share of your loot." He said, before raising a finger at me. "But only as a friend though!"

I faked a hurt expression and brought my hand to my chest. "Ouch. Bro zoned."

"You have a girlfriend, Jeon."

"Since when does that take away the feelings I have for you?" I asked, dropping my head and wiping a fake tear from my face. "I thought we had something, something special." I cried. Jimin rolled his eyes before actually kicking me off the couch, catching me off guard. "Shut up and help me make breakfast, I'm hungry."

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"Alright next round we'll stay put and camp, kill everyone walking by."

"That's the stupidest plan I've ever heard, hyung. We'd be safer if we'd stay moving, follow people and collect loot they missed before shooting them in the back of their heads."

"And when has that helped us in the past hour, huh?"

I ducked my head down when Jimin's hand flew to the back of my head, escaping from getting smacked. I raised my hands in defence, leaning away from him as we sat on the ground in front of the television. "Don't hit me!"

Jimin scoffed. "I'll smack you whenever I need to, I'm older."

"No need to smack me." I grumbled, looking at the screen. Red, bleeding letters marked the end of our round, our characters laying dead. I sighed. "Fine, we'll go with your plan, but if it fails I'm out of here."

Jimin smiled in victory, moving to start up a new round. I craned my neck, cracking the muscles and loosening them, dedicated to win this time. It wasn't my fault we had lost the previous few rounds, really. Not that the blonde next to me was bad or anything, but seeing his character move on screen.. let's just say that if I wasn't on his side I'd have many possibilities and options to kill him.

"Alright I got the sword, run!" Jimin then yelled, his character running across the field to find a shelter to camp at. If I'd need alone I would've killed the man to the left of us, but it wasn't my plan that we were executing right now. I ran after him and crouched down behind a little wall, under a fallen tree. Jimin his character was right besides me, and I saw him throw little knifes to someone walking by. I bit my lip and pulled out my mini gun, shooting the guy instead.