The library was silent, save for the soft rustle of pages and the occasional cough. Jeon Jungkook sat at his usual corner table, a small fortress of books, notes, and highlighters surrounding him. His face was a mask of concentration as he scribbled furiously, muttering medical terms under his breath.
“Focus, Jungkook. Tomorrow’s test is make-or-break,” he whispered, flipping through his anatomy textbook.
Just as he was about to dive into another complicated diagram, the door to the library slammed open with a bang. Jimin burst in, panting like he’d just run a marathon, sweat dripping down his face.
“Jungkook!” Jimin hissed, ignoring the librarian’s death glare.
“Not now, Jimin,” Jungkook muttered, his eyes glued to his notes. “I’m trying to memorize the bones of the hand. Do you know how many phalanges there are?”
“Forget phalanges!” Jimin grabbed the edge of the table, leaning in close. “Your friends are fighting the engineering department! Right now! And guess who’s leading them?”
Jungkook froze, his pen hovering mid-air. “Taehyung?” he guessed, though it wasn’t really a question.
“Bingo.”
Jungkook groaned, slamming his pen down. “Why is it always him? Do these people have nothing better to do than start turf wars? I mean, what’s next, fighting over the cafeteria pudding?”
Jimin ignored the sarcasm. “You need to come. It’s getting bad!”
“Fine,” Jungkook said, standing up abruptly. But as he did, his elbow caught the edge of his precariously stacked books, sending them toppling over like a mini landslide.
“Damn it!” he exclaimed, watching as his carefully organized notes scattered across the table—and the floor.
“Jungkook, we don’t have time for this!” Jimin urged, hopping from foot to foot like a panicked penguin.
“I can’t leave my stuff like this,” Jungkook muttered, dropping to his knees to collect the papers. “Do you know how long it took me to color-code these notes? And now my pens—oh, great, my red pen’s under the table.”
Jimin watched in disbelief as Jungkook crawled under the table, muttering about pens and highlighters. “Seriously? Your friends could be getting pelted with wrenches right now, and you’re worried about a pen?”
“It’s not just a pen!” Jungkook snapped, his voice muffled. “It’s the only one that doesn’t smudge when I write fast! And this test is worth 40% of my grade!”
By the time Jungkook emerged, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, and he was clutching a crumpled stack of notes like a war hero returning from battle.
“Okay,” he said, dusting himself off. “Let’s go.”
Jimin gave him a look. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Jungkook replied, grabbing his backpack. “Now, where’s the fight? And please tell me it’s not near the chemistry lab. I don’t want to deal with any explosions today.”
“Near the fountain,” Jimin said, already pulling him toward the door.
Jungkook sighed. “Great. I can’t wait to see what ridiculous excuse Taehyung has for this one.”
As they hurried out of the library, Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder how he always ended up cleaning up after Taehyung’s messes—both literally and figuratively.
Jungkook arrived just in time to see one of his friends, Hoseok, pointing an accusatory finger at Taehyung, who stood with his arms crossed, flanked by his engineering buddies.
“You engineers think you’re so smart just because you can build stuff!” Hoseok yelled. “But guess what? Brains aren’t everything!”
“And what exactly do you contribute, Hoseok?” Taehyung shot back smoothly, tilting his head. “The last time I checked, the only thing you built was a terrible group chat name.”
“Oh, you wanna talk about group chats? At least we don’t call ourselves ‘Gear Gods!’”
Taehyung’s friends gasped dramatically, and Jungkook groaned as he stepped into the fray. “What is going on here?”
The moment Taehyung saw Jungkook, his smirk grew wider. “Oh, look who decided to show up. Your knight in shining scrubs, everyone!”
Jungkook ignored the jab, placing himself between his friends and Taehyung’s group. “Okay, seriously, what are you fighting about this time? Did someone steal someone else’s calculator?”
“No!” Hoseok exclaimed, looking genuinely offended. “They stole our spot near the fountain! We were here first, and they just marched in like they own the place.”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “We didn’t ‘march in.’ We walked in casually. With style.”
“With style?” Jungkook repeated, crossing his arms. “Taehyung, it’s a fountain, not a runway.”
“Say what you want, Jeon,” Taehyung said, stepping closer, his tone playful. “But don’t pretend you’re not secretly impressed.”
Jungkook stared at him, deadpan. “Yeah, I’m absolutely blown away by your ability to hog public spaces. Truly groundbreaking.”
“Speaking of groundbreaking,” Taehyung replied, leaning in slightly, “did you know engineers literally build the foundation of society? What do you do again? Memorize bones?”
“Don’t test me, Kim,” Jungkook warned, his voice low. “I could name all 206 bones in your body right now, and then show you exactly which ones I’d break first.”
Taehyung chuckled, unbothered. “Violence, Jungkook? That doesn’t sound very medical of you.”
“Violence is exactly what you’re going to get if you don’t tell me why you’re here,” Jungkook shot back.
Taehyung shrugged. “It’s simple. My friends and I wanted to enjoy the fountain. Your friends couldn’t handle sharing, so now we’re here.”
“Sharing?” Hoseok interrupted. “You literally pushed Yoongi off the bench!”
Yoongi, sitting on the ground nearby with an unamused expression, raised a hand. “It’s true. I was minding my own business, and then I wasn’t.”
“It was a light nudge!” Taehyung argued.
“A light nudge?” Jungkook repeated, narrowing his eyes. “Taehyung, do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound right now?”
“Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look right now?” Taehyung countered, gesturing to Jungkook’s wrinkled shirt and ink-stained hands. “What happened? Did your notes attack you?”
Jungkook groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t have time for this.”
“Good, because we don’t either,” Taehyung said, stepping back. “So how about we call a truce? You take the left side of the fountain, and we take the right. Problem solved.”
Hoseok started to protest, but Jungkook held up a hand. “Fine. But if you so much as breathe on our side, this truce is over.”
Taehyung grinned. “Deal. See, Jungkook? You’re not just a pretty face—you can negotiate too.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning to his friends. “Let’s go. Some of us have actual work to do.”
As he walked away, he could still feel Taehyung’s gaze on him, and he swore he heard the other boy mutter, “Such a perfectionist. No wonder he’s always so uptight.”
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