For as long as Jeon Jungkook can remember he has been in love with Yugyeom. From the moment he understood what love was, Yugyeom has been his one and only, his confidante. The person he would live and die for but when he loses him, his world slowly...
"Hey roomie," Jimin says with a big smile from the couch in the living room when I step in from my morning run. My neck slick from sweat.
My cheeks burning red.
"How was your run?"
"Good," I say with a nod, untangling the bandana from my head as my unkempt hair fall on my face.
"Looks like it." He chuckles as he twists in his spot on the couch, bringing his knees tighter to his chest as he turns the page in his book.
"I don't know how you do it."
"What do you mean?"
"The running," he says, waving at my outfit and the glow of sweat on my skin. "Who actively chooses to go running every morning?"
My lips curl up. "Me?"
He shakes his head in disbelief. "There's coffee in the kitchen."
"Yum," I hum as I move towards the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. "What about you? You surf as well."
"That's not the same," he argues. "Surfing is fun."
I laugh. "Running is fun too."
He shakes his head. A shiver courses his body like he's appalled I would ever suggest such a thing. "You're crazy."
"Only a little," I say as I move toward the stairs, coffee in hand. "I'm going to get ready for work."
"Not before joining us in the mud bath."
"But?" I argue.
"Taeri announced a break for us before noon. So the pier is closed before two and its only nine right now. We have four hours to ourselves." Jimin protests almost whining. "Moreover your promised."
"Well I didn't promise." I retaliate.
"That's not the point but I wanna spend time with you. Friends on friends for a while apart from work." Jimin adds and I can't just say no to that.
"What should I wear for..umm you know that dirty bath."
Jimin laughs so loudly that he unintentionally falls from the chair.
I rush to catch him from the ground but stop mid tracks when I see him rubbing his head and still laughing so loud.
"What's so funny?" I ask slightly chuckling at him.
"No one ever called it a dirty bath. ever" And he starts laughing again rolling on floor.
"Whatever!" I turn on my heels to climb the staircase when he yells from behind me.
"Wear whatever you are comfortable in." he says in between fits of laughter.
I stop for a second smiling before jogging inside my room to change.
I select a white button-down shirt and a brown shorts for the little dirty play we were going to do in the festival.
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