Hyungie plaything {Jikook}

40

"The Devil's identity was shaped by Lucifer. Without me, there's no story to be told."

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Minygu and Minji burst into the room, their footsteps echoing loudly causing the others to look up in surprise. The excitement was practically radiating off them.

"Hey, guys!" Minji yelled practically bouncing with energy. "You won't believe what we just did!" Minygu jumped in, waving his arms in excitement.

J-Hope, who had been crouched beside Seokjin, flinched at the sudden noise, his eyes wide. "What the hell-" he began but quickly lowered his voice when he noticed Seokjin's pale face.

His concern sharpened, his tone softening. "Could you keep it down? What happened to knocking?"

He gently continued wrapping a bandage around Seokjin's injury, his brow furrowed in both irritation and worry.

Minygu shrugged nonchalantly, leaning against the doorframe with a grin. "Oh, come on, Hobi-hyung, lighten up! We had the best day ever!

The village was amazing!"(🎃)

J-Hope sighed deeply as he secured the bandage. "I'm glad you had fun. But can you please let us focus here?" He gestured toward Seokjin, who was still bleeding lightly through the gauze.

Minji plopped down cross-legged on the floor, her curiosity piqued. "What happened to Seokjin-oppa?" She leaned in to inspect the bandaging, her eyes scanning for any sign of serious injury.

"Nothing... it's just a long story," Seokjin muttered, glancing up at J-Hope with a tired expression.

J-Hope shot him a cheeky grin and applied some ointment to the injury before holding Seokjin's hand gently, his eyes playful. "You guys really aren't going to tell us what happened, huh? Actually... how did you end up getting in trouble? Why did the tribe lock you out?"

Seokjin swallowed nervously, his gaze shifting to Seojun, who was still fast asleep on the floor.

"Actually..." Seokjin began hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. "We had a little argument with the tribe."

"An argument?" J-Hope raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "What happened?"

Seokjin shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. "We just... asked for a separate room. That's all. But they said no."

"And... Seojun insisted. He wouldn't let it go," Seokjin continued, his tone heavy with regret. "He kept pushing... and then they went crazy." Seokjin swallowed hard, glancing at the others. "They started beating us. And then... they locked us up."

Minji raised an eyebrow, her gaze narrowing. "Oh? Why would you need a separate room? We're all here, right? We could just share!"

Her gaze swept across the room and her expression changed ever so slightly as she asked, "Where's my baby doll?"

"Sleeping," Jungkook answered sharply from the corner of the room, his tone almost protective.

Everyone turned to find Jungkook sitting on the floor, Jimin curled up in his lap. Jimin's head rested softly against Jungkook's chest, completely unaware of the noise surrounding them.

Minji's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer. "You're so cute when you're asleep, my little doll!" she teased, not waiting for a response before continuing, "Can you wake him up?"

Jungkook shot her a sharp look but his face softened. "He's tired," he said firmly, his hand gently stroking Jimin's chubby palm.

The action seemed to lull Jimin deeper into sleep, the boy stirring slightly before settling back against Jungkook's chest.