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The steady rhythm of Jungkook's fingers tapping on the keyboard filled the office, an almost soothing sound-at least to him. But to Jimin, perched impatiently on the edge of the desk, the clicking was nothing short of maddening. He huffed dramatically, swinging his legs back and forth as he glanced around the room, searching for anything that might entertain him.

"Hyung," Jimin whined for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice dragging out the syllables like a bored child. "I'm bored."

Jungkook didn't bother looking up from the glowing screen in front of him, his voice calm but clearly preoccupied. "Jimin, I'm working. Just... find something to do, okay?"

Jimin pouted, casting a sidelong glance at Jungkook, who was too engrossed in his work to notice. He sighed heavily, sliding off the desk with a bit more drama than necessary. He wandered around the office, his fingers trailing over the papers and books scattered across various surfaces. Nothing caught his attention-everything seemed so dull.

A stapler? Boring. A pen? Even worse. He picked up Jungkook's calculator, pressing a few random buttons before putting it back with a sigh.

Then something shiny caught his eye in the adjoining room. His steps slowed as he approached, his curiosity piqued. A large stack of cash sat on a side table, probably left there after a recent business deal. Jimin's eyes lit up. A mischievous grin crept onto his lips, his boredom suddenly forgotten.

Without thinking twice, Jimin wandered into the room and grabbed the lighter he'd found in one of Jungkook's desk drawers earlier-why Jungkook even had a lighter, he didn't know, but it was convenient now. The flicker of the flame entranced him for a moment, his eyes wide with childlike wonder. He wasn't planning on doing anything reckless... but the temptation to watch something burn was too strong.

He held the flame to the corner of one of the bills, and before he knew it, the crisp edge of the cash lit up in a small, glowing ember. It crackled softly as the fire began to spread.

Suddenly, from outside the room, a frantic shout echoed down the hallway. "Fire! Fire!" The alarm in the voice jolted everyone in the office into motion.

Jungkook's head snapped up from his computer. His eyes darted to the adjoining room, and without a second thought, he bolted out of his chair, racing toward the source of the commotion. As he rounded the corner, his heart skipped a beat. There, in the center of the room, stood Jimin, wide-eyed and holding the now-burning stack of cash.

J-Hope was standing frozen in the doorway, his jaw practically on the floor. "Jimin! What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted, his voice a mix of panic and disbelief.

Jungkook rushed over, his focus not on the fire but on Jimin. His first instinct wasn't to save the burning money; it was to grab Jimin's wrists and check for burns. "Are you hurt? Let me see your hands," Jungkook demanded, his voice tight with concern as he gently turned Jimin's palms over, inspecting every inch of his skin.

Jimin blinked up at him, clearly oblivious to the chaos he'd caused. "I'm fine, hyung... but..." he gestured lazily toward the burning cash. "I think the money's on fire."

J-Hope was still rooted to the spot, his face contorted with shock. "The MONEY is on FIRE!" he repeated, pointing helplessly at the flames. "Do you not see the MONEY?"

Everyone else in the office had backed away, too stunned or too afraid to do anything about the growing flames. The air was thick with tension, but Jungkook, still focused entirely on Jimin, barely spared the fire a glance.

"It's just paper," he said casually, shrugging as if this sort of thing happened every day. He pulled Jimin closer, inspecting his hands once more to be absolutely sure there wasn't a single burn or blister.

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