What If... | BTS Jungkook Fanfic

Chapter 7

A/N: I am so sorry about the enormously large lack of updates on my stories.  I've been really, really busy with real life stuff, but now I have a bit of free time so writing is something I'll be doing in my pass time during the holidays. I kind of had a gap in my obsession with kpop but now I'm really into it again. Thank you so much for the support for this story while I was gone! I really do appreciate it. It's amazing to see that people still read the past chapters while I was gone for like years... not really but it felt like it. But enough rambling, let get back into it!

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"Hurry up man!" Jimin kicks the mattress that Jungkook had only an hour of sleep on so far.

Jungkook moaned since he tired his body from last night's nostalgia and rolled over to show his back to the already wide awake Jimin.

"Come on, I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss out on the first day of finding people to help you get back home now do you?" Jimin squats down to Jungkook's level shoving his shoulder to get his attention.

Jungkook moans once again pulling the bed sheet over his head easily finding comfort.

"Okay then, don't say I didn't try then. But someone's going to burst through that door and is not going to be happy!" Jungkook could hear Jimin moving as he stood up away from him.

When Jungkook was just about to drift back into sleep, shutting his eyes lightly, a loud thud coming from the bedroom door woke him as it swung open.

A voice to what Jungkook noticed was Namjoon's boomed in the small room. "Alright dumb nuts! Outta bed! We've got work to do!"

Namjoon throws a cup of water straight at Jungkook saturating his upper half.

Jungkook hopped up from the mattress he slept on now freezing cold from the water with a blank face in annoyance.

"Told you." Jimin says walking out the bedroom door.

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"When do any of your plans do any good?" Namjoon sighs from Hoseok's almost stupid idea to talk to who Jungkook seem to be a toddler version of his great-grandfather.

"Trust me, as long as Taehyung nails his distraction, we'll be on the way to glory!" Hoseok clenches his fist.

The six hid away from sight behind a bush watched Taehyung intently as he approached the middle of the park where a mother was watching her kids play in a semi-busy park ground. Suddenly, Taehyung falls to the ground yelling in agony about a hurt knee.

"I CAN'T WALK! OH THE PAIN! THE HORROR!!" He rolls around on the footpath that wraps around the park.

The mother takes notice but no action and continues watching her children play.

"I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS, I COULD USE SOME REAL HELP! I-I see the white light. I going, I'm no more!" Taehyung reaches to the sky pretending to run short of breath. "Why me... I didn-" he pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and quickly reads it before storing it away again. "I didn't to spend enough time with JUNGKOOK! emphasis on the Jung- oh wait."

"Okay seriously Hoseok, you wrote him a script as well..." Seokjin face palms.

"Well I wasn't going to let him go out there not knowing what to say and stand there blankly!" Hoseok waves his arms in the air fanatically.