TARGET- The World Is A Mystery { J.JK }

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The cafeteria buzzed with the usual chatter, trays clinking, and the faint smell of food lingering in the air. I sat with the team, laughing at some ridiculous story Jimin was telling when, out of nowhere, Nari jolted, her elbow knocking over her Coke can. Before I could react, the cold soda spilled all over my shirt, soaking me through.

"Oh my god! Sena, I'm so sorry!" Nari exclaimed, eyes wide with panic as she grabbed a handful of napkins, trying to mop up the mess.

I laughed it off, but inside, I was groaning. "It's fine, really. I needed to wash this shirt anyway."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow from across the table. "You sure you don't want to go change? You look a little... sticky."

"I would," I started, wiping the coke from my arms, "But I'm out of clean clothes. I didn't expect Nari to drown me in soda today."

Before anyone else could say anything, Jungkook leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, giving me a look. "You can borrow one of my shirts. You know we all share the same room, and I've got extras."

I blinked, slightly caught off guard by the casual offer. Jungkook's clothes? I glanced at Nari, who was biting back a grin, clearly amused by the situation. She definitely wouldn't let this go.

"Uh... yeah, okay," I said, standing up, feeling the damp fabric clinging to me. "Thanks, Jungkook."

We left the cafeteria, the sound of laughter trailing behind us as we made our way to the dorm. The SIU living quarters were modest, with all of us sharing one large space- bunk beds lined up neatly on either side, personal belongings scattered around but mostly organized. It felt more like a shared camp cabin than a professional setup, but it worked for us.

Jungkook dug through his duffle bag, pulling out a black t-shirt, oversized as usual. He tossed it to me with a smirk. "Here, this should fit."

I caught it and glanced down at the simple design on the front. "Thanks," I said, my voice softer this time. "Seriously."

"No problem." He shrugged, grabbing something from his nightstand before sitting down on his bed.

I laughed, heading toward the small corner of the room where a makeshift divider gave a little privacy. I quickly changed out of my sticky shirt and slipped on his. It was huge on me, hanging loosely way past my hips, and it smelled faintly like his cologne. Weirdly comforting.

When I emerged, I found Jungkook sitting with a hair tieand towel in his hand. He looked up, gesturing toward me. "You're gonna need this. Your hair's got some of the soda too."

I groaned. "Of course it did."

"C'mere," he said, patting the space next to him on the bed. "I'll do it for you."

I hesitated for a second before sitting down. Jungkook tying my hair? That was... unexpected. He dried off my hair, them gathered my hair in his hands, fingers working carefully as he pulled it back into a ponytail.

"Hold still," he murmured, and I tried not to think about how gentle his touch was. "There. Good as new."

I glanced up at him, smiling despite myself. "You're surprisingly good at this."

He shrugged, leaning back on his hands. "Told you, I've got skills."

Before I could respond, the door opened and in walked the rest of the team. Namjoon, Jimin, Nari, and Yoongi all paused, eyes scanning the scene before them- me, sitting on Jungkook's bed, his shirt hanging loosely on me, hair freshly tied by none other than Jungkook himself.

"Well, well," Jimin said, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "What do we have here?"

Nari snickered, crossing her arms. "Looks like someone's getting a little special treatment."

I rolled my eyes, heat rising to my cheeks. "It's not like that."

"Oh, I'm sure," Namjoon added, smirking as he dropped his bag onto his bed. "And Jungkook just happened to have the perfect shirt ready."

Jungkook groaned, rubbing his temple. "Can you guys not make this weird?"

Yoongi, usually the quiet one, smirked from his bed. "Too late."

I sighed, shaking my head. "You guys are impossible."

"Hey, we're just saying," Jimin chimed in, "it's not every day we see Jungkook playing hairdresser."

Nari walked over, inspecting the ponytail Jungkook had tied. "Not bad, Kook. You could start charging for this."

Jungkook chuckled, standing up. "If I knew this would get me this much attention, I would've started sooner."

"Maybe you should," I teased, nudging him. "You're good at it."

He shot me a smile, and for a moment, everything felt a little lighter. Even with the team's teasing, there was something comfortable about being around them-like no matter what happened, we had each other's backs.

"Alright," Namjoon said, pulling up a chair. "Now that we've gotten past the soda crisis, how about we get back to work?"

Everyone settled back into their spots, but as I glanced at Jungkook from the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but smile. Maybe borrowing his shirt wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"Why is work never over?" I asked with a long sigh, my fatigue visible in every step I took, dragging my feet toward the couch.

"You should res-" Jungkook started, his voice gentle, only to be cut off mid-sentence by Nari, who shot him a look from across the room.

"Nuh-uh, Prince Charming," she said, waving a finger at him. "She's got physical training with me, and no way I'm doing that alone."

I groaned, sinking into the couch and covering my face with my hands. "Come on, Nari, can't we skip it? Just this once?"

Nari raised an eyebrow. "Skip it? The one with Teamleader Song? Are you kidding?  If I have to suffer, you're coming with me."

Jungkook chuckled, leaning against the table. "Guess there's no escape for you."

I peeked up at him through my fingers, giving him a mock glare. "I thought you were going to suggest I rest?"

"I was," he said with a small smirk, "But apparently, Nari's got other plans."

"Damn right I do," Nari said, crossing her arms. "Come on, Sena, it won't be that bad. I promise not to go too hard on you."

I groaned again but stood up, knowing there was no getting out of it now. "Fine. But if I collapse halfway through, it's your fault."

Nari grinned, grabbing my arm. "Deal."

As we headed out for training, I couldn't help but notice the playful smirk on Jungkook's face. He always seemed to find amusement in my suffering, but somehow, I didn't mind as much when he did.

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Is ir just me or do you also think the hair thing was cute? 🍓