Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Accidentally in Love

"Oh my god, Jungkook!  If you don't pick up your dirty clothes and put them into the hamper you lay them RIGHT NEXT TO, I'm going to actually murder you!"

Jungkook chuckled and flinched as a smelly sweatshirt he'd worn to the gym that morning came flying at his face.  He ducked just in time and the sweat stained shirt hit his friend Taehyung in the face instead.  Jungkook laughed so hard he nearly fell from the couch, so Taehyung gave him the push he needed to face plant into the floor. 

"This thing reeks!" Taehyung complained as he threw it onto his friend Hoseok, who shrieked and tossed it onto his best friend Yoongi's face.  Yoongi ended the game of sweaty shirt hot potato by throwing it into the floor next to Jungkook with a scowl.

"I hate it here," Yoongi grumbled before going to the kitchen to get another beer.

Jungkook sat up, dragging his sweatshirt over to him in the process.  "Sorry, Jimin.  I just toss them and hope they land where they're supposed to."

Jimin plopped onto the couch where Jungkook had originally occupied and nudged his roommate with his foot.  "That's because you're an actual pig.  A muscle pig who lives in a pig sty.  Clean up after yourself.  You're gross."

Jungkook leaned his back against Jimin's legs and lifted each one to lay over his shoulders.  Jimin's feet dangled just above Jungkook's thighs.  "You're just too neat and organized and orderly.  I feel like I'm living with Hobi-hyung sometimes."

"Hey!" Hoseok shouted, taking full offense.  "There's nothing wrong with being clean!"

"Who spends all their time in college cleaning and studying and saving money?  I don't have time for all that!  I have to enjoy my life before I become a real adult and have to live like that forever," Jungkook argued.

Jimin ruffled his hair as he leaned down, arms crossing over his collarbone as he rested his chin on his head.  "Jungkookie, you're already a real adult.  Time to start making the habits that will make you a better husband one day."

Jungkook blushed and laughed awkwardly.  "Heh, heh.  Yeah."

"Oh my god.  Get a room!  Are we going to have this Mario Kart showdown or what?" Taehyung complained.

His two best friends blushed and picked up their controllers. 

"We're taking you two down, team TaeHope!" Jungkook shouted.  "Team Kookmin are here to win!  We take no prisoners!"

"Ummm...Jikook.  We're team Jikook."

Jungkook glanced up at Jimin in annoyance.  "No, we're not.  We're Kookmin."

"Then we're team Minkook.  Why should your name go first when I'm older?" Jimin argued.

"Whatever.  We're team Minkook then, but it sounds stupid.  Honestly, I like Jikook better than Minkook."

"Fine!" Jimin shouted, poking a finger into Jungkook's armpit and making him squirm.  "Team Jikook it is.  Just shut up and play, idiot!"

Jungkook grinned and nodded.  "Team Jikook is going to end you, Team TaeHope."

"Damn straight," Jimin added.  "Team Jikook are the reigning Mario Kart champions."

Taehyung and Hoseok shared a look before gripping their own controllers in their hands.

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"Okay, so we all agree that Jungkook and Jimin might as well be married, yeah?"

The five men sat around the table at their favorite diner, discussing their two friends who had yet to arrive. 

Jin, who had recently graduated college and was working at a studio as a producer of a television show nodded.  "Yeah, I've known them the second longest and honestly, I thought they were a couple when I first met them."