Out of control (jjk x bts)

19. Jimin's plan B

Jungkook put off packing for way too long. When he woke up to check his phone and looked at his calendar, he realized that in less than a week, he'd be going to America for the first time. That seems like a long time from now, but for Jungkook, someones whos schedule was absolutely packed from today till then, he knew he might be screwed.

He scrambled to put all his stuff in a neat black suitcase, pushing on it hard with his hands in hopes of making it fit compactly. He wanted to believe he had it done in time, but between the shoot for Mic Drop and the many performances the members had, he knew it might be too late.

If he could just get through today with nobody bothering him, it'd be perfect. He took a swig of his protein shake, scrunching his face at the chalky texture. He had let it sit for too long, having left the shake unattended when he started panic packing.

It's not like the members would willingly talk to him on his day off anyway; they were too busy doing whatever the hell they would do in the afternoon of a free day. Probably playing some video games that Jungkook knew he was better at them in. He had been tempted more than a few times to beat Jimins' score in a few games, but he tried to avoid touching their stuff so he didn't have to hear them whine. More specifically, Jimin, he was pretty sure Taehyung wouldn't go near him anymore (thankfully).

Without fail, Taehyung managed to dodge Jungkook. They nearly bumped into each other in the hallway that led to the practice room, but Taehyung basically did a one-eighty and spun on his feet, turning around as soon as he saw Jungkook coming.

He couldn't help but think that was hilarious. If it meant getting one of the maknaes off his back, then he was fine with it. It was probably safer as well; he didn't think he could look Taehyung in the face after the dream he had.

It was the most traumatic sleeping experience he's ever had. It was like a blurred recreation of his nightly walk with Taehyung, but instead of what actually happened, Taehyung did bite Jungkook, and that was scary all on its own, but the worst part? At least in Jungkooks opinion. It felt so good, Jungkook wanted him to keep going.

Shortly after it started, he shot out of bed, chugged a whole glass of water, and took the coldest shower of his life. Regrettably.

He was happy to avoid Taehyung for the rest of his life if it meant never having a nightmare like that again. His own mind had betrayed him in his weakest moment, when he was asleep. If he could avoid all the members, that'd be great too. It was better if they had awkward silence, because the latter option was them arguing, which he didn't mind, but it made it harder for him to do his job. Jin was cordial with him, but that was the only member he could currently stand to be in a room alone with.

He didn't even bother folding a lot of his laundry, just picking it up directly from the hamper and shoving it into the suitcase. By the time he was done, he had to get on top and stand on the suitcase, jumping up and down to fit all his plain white t-shirts inside.

He was in the middle of trying to force the zipper, only managing to get it halfway before one of his shirts got caught on it, making him even more frustrated. He then heard a sharp, recognisable knock at the door.

He huffed, trying in vain one more time to pull the zipper free, before another knock sounded at his door. He groaned, sluggishly dragging his feet all the way to the door, turning the knob, and opening it into the hallway.

Jimin was standing there, lollipop in his mouth, wearing an oversized black sweater and shorts that Jungkook couldn't see. Blonde hair wavy from what was likely some kind of shoot earlier in the day, Jungkook thankfully wasn't there for.

"Do you..." He paused, "Need something?"

Jimin tilted his head to the side. Jungkook was just a few inches taller than him, but he still looked up like it was all the difference, "No, I dont."