Study Buddies- kth+jjk

filler ep 5: coffee hater

(POV'S ARE BACK YALL)

Taehyung:

The spiritual camp sucked.

It wasn't just the smell of incense constantly in the air. Or the way the camp leader's voice went on and on like Mrs. Adams. It was the endless cycle of meditations, chants, and yoga exercises that made me want to smack my head into a wall until I could actually get some real piece.

Jungkook, on the other hand, started to enjoy it. He'd never admit it, of course. But I could see it. The way his shoulders relaxed during our shared breathing exercise classes, the smile he tried to hide after nailing the lotus position without falling over-yeah, he liked it.

Meanwhile, I was practically itching with boredom. My mind wandered to literally anything else. Even doing chores sounded more appealing at this point. But, the sessions Jungkook and I shared did grow on me a little. Seeing him try to hide his smile was pretty cute.

Tonight, we were getting ready for bed in our tiny cabin, the one with creaky bunk beds and mosquito nets that barely worked. I could tell because I always woke up with new bites. Jungkook, on the other hand, always came out unscathed. It's probably because I cover him up like I'm his blanket when we sleep.

I tossed my toothbrush back into its holder with more force than necessary, glaring at the camp pajamas that made us look like hospital patients. Jungkook was already sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone-the only connection to the outside world we were allowed. Apparently, too much connection would "interrupt our calm," or something.

"You know, you could at least try to enjoy it," he said without looking up.

I turned to him, hands on my hips. "Enjoy what? Sitting cross-legged until my legs go numb? Listening to Mr. Sunbeam talk about aligning my chakras?" I say, referring to our annoying teacher, Mr. Sunny. I call him Sunbeam because I've literally never seen anyone match Hoseok's smile power as much as he did.

"It's not that bad," Jungkook replied, his tone annoyingly neutral.

"Not that bad? Jungkook, I caught you smiling during meditation today. You're turning into one of them." I say, teasing him.

"I did not smile," he shot back, finally looking up. "And even if I did, maybe it's because I'm actually trying to get something out of this. Unlike you." he says with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh, I'm getting something out of it, alright," I said. "A deep-seated desire to never, ever listen to my mom again."

Jungkook snorted. "Maybe if you stopped being so dramatic, you'd actually feel better. Ever think about that?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, throwing my hands up. "I forgot I was talking to the model child for inner peace. Tell me, princess, how does it feel to be so enlightened?"

He rolled his eyes again. "Better than being a grumpy old man who complains about everything."

"Grumpy? Don't you dare compare me to Yoongi." I said dramatically. "I'm not grumpy. I'm..."

"Grumpy," he said firmly, crossing his arms. "And maybe a little jealous that I'm better at meditating than you."

I gaped at him. "Better at meditating? That's like being proud of being the best at doing nothing."

"It's called mindfulness," he retorted. "Not that you'd know what that means."

"Oh, I know what it means," I said, climbing into my bunk. "It means you're boring now."

"And you're insufferable," he shot back, flopping onto his own bed and turning his back to me.

That's fine with me. I don't care if he sleeps with me or not anyway.