Sirenic Menace

②You're Impossible

 
The serene slumber cloaking Jungkook’s consciousness dispersed by the constant whispers and muffled giggles that resounded through the room.

“Come on,” Jimin grumbled. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“He didn’t even raise his head from his laptop, Chim. You dolled yourself up for nothing,” Taehyung mocked and burst into hushed chuckles with Hoseok.

“Yah!” Jimin hissed louder than he should, and the other two shushed him immediately. “Whatever. It was just the first day. I’ll make him notice me today.”

Hoseok smiled at his determination. “You can do it, Chim.”

Taehyung agreed with a nod. “Of course you can. We’re just teasing you. You know that.”

Jimin shot a grin at them and spread his arms, silently asking for a group hug. The other two giggled and sneaked into his embrace.

With a husky groan, Jungkook snatched his extra pillow from beside him and slammed it over his ear to block their irritating chatter.

The three friends twisted their heads towards the exasperated sound, still holding each other. “Shit, we woke him up,” Taehyung murmured.

“It’s already eleven in the morning and he’s still sleeping. It’s his fault,” Hoseok said loud and clear, lifting an indifferent shoulder.

“You can just go somewhere else to yap on about your embarrassing love life.”

Jimin withdrew from the hug as his expression darkened in offense. “Embarrassing? What’s embarrassing about trying to get what I want?”

“The fact that you were completely invisible to that guy,” Jungkook quipped.

“Yah, you ass—”

“Chim!” Hoseok rushed to say as he clutched his biceps. “Remember. We should just ignore him. Don’t bother answering him.”

Taehyung gave a soothing pat on Jimin’s back. “He’s right. Let’s just do whatever we want without caring about him.”

Jungkook huffed in scorn and removed the extra pillow, since there was no way he could fall asleep again. Seokjin’s words from yesterday crawled into his head, and he pondered on them, as the other three continued getting ready and chatting about things he didn’t pay attention to. It’s too late to be nice to them. And I don’t even want to be.

A few minutes later of bantering without caring about the fourth presence in the room, Taehyung slipped his folder with his drawings, blank papers to draw new ones, and his tablet into his backpack, and they were ready to go. They exited the room and sauntered along the hallway towards the elevator.

“I swear that guy is so weird,” Jimin said. “Why is he wearing his mask even in his sleep?”

“He probably wants to hide something,” Hoseok guessed. “Maybe he has a scar. Or a burn. I don’t know.”

“Or maybe he just wants to hide his face.”

Jimin glanced at Taehyung at his remark in puzzlement. “But why?”

“Who knows?” Taehyung sighed, but then his eyes widened at the remembrance of his pencils, which he forgot to take. “My pencils... Go downstairs. I’ll come find you.”

Once he received a nod from the two, Taehyung hurried back to the room. He unlocked it with the card key and burst inside, but the sight of the shirtless stranger sitting up sideways in his bed got him stuck to his spot.

Jungkook covered his right arm with his stout upper body and grasped his pillow to use it as a shield. His owlish eyes stared at the floor, his heart stumbling over its rhythm in extreme anxiety. He could discern the intruder was still gaping at him frozen stiff with the corner of his eye. “Yah, turn around, you creep.”