~ Jikook ~

|O| There's no middle ground,but I can do without

So this is another story I found on Internet
The site is "causeitsred.livejournal.com"
Enjoy♡

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"I said no, leave me the fuck alone."

"C'mon, man," Taehyung scowls at him, perched on Jimin's desk and generally being an obstructive dick, "why am I asking for your permission anyways, I'll just make you do it. Yup, it's done."

"What, you can't do that!" Jimin shrieks, looking up from his futile math homework at his so-called best friend, "I have rights! Fuck it Taehyung I am not joining your stupid band."

"Hmm," he steals Jimin's pen from his stubby fingers and scribbles Jimin's name onto what Jimin could discern was the signup sheet, to his utmost horror, "now we just need a vocalist."

Jimin's short limbs fail him as he lurches forward to make a grab at the sheet but doesn't quite reach, much to Taehyung's pleased, amused smile.

-

The end came rather soundlessly. One moment Jimin was starting his first day at highschool, fleshy cheeks and droopy eyed, chewing on his bottom lip as he gazed warily at all these other kids. In the blink of an eye there was Taehyung next to him, casually eating his packed lunchbox without permission and doodling lions in the margins of his textbook.

He went home that day, did some homework, showered, blinked again and here he is now, days away from college entrance exams, weeks away from their last school festival and minutes away from pulling his hair out from the stress. Then there's Taehyung, who is the divine definition of nonchalant towards school, and who is also dead set adamant about forming a band.

Days like these are when Jimin questions his own better judgement to let Taehyung declare himself his Best Friend For Life all those years ago.

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"Maybe we can get Seokjin hyung to sing for us."

Jimin snorts over his Biology textbook. He's half-heartedly listening to Taehyung rattle off the names of people they know who could sing for The Titans. (Taehyung took the liberty of naming their band himself, without seeking Jimin's approval or suggesting it to him in the first place.

"Attack of the Titans, doesn't that sound cool?"

"It sounds stupid," Jimin had rebuffed snidely.)

"Seokjin hyung can't even hold a note properly," Jimin gives up, flinging Biology II angrily onto Taehyung's desk next to him, "he's too busy with college now anyways."

Taehyung hums, scrutinizing his blunt, bitten nails. "Namjoon hyung can sort of sing."

Jimin makes another strangled noise in his throat. He knows they've run out of options when they consider Namjoon.

"Well, you can sing then!" Taehyung flips himself onto his back, lying across Jimin's desk and pointing his fingers in Jimin's face, "while also playing guitar, of course. There, problem solved."

Annoyed and assaulted, Jimin pushes at Taehyung's face, "no, you're crazy, I have my hands full with the fucking guitar. I haven't touched that thing in years," he leans his chair back dangerously, groaning, "you can either volunteer yourself as vocalist, or turn the band into some sort of musical instrument...ensemble thing."

"I'm not gonna sing, stupid," Taehyung waves off the suggestion coolly as if the mere idea of it is preposterous, "we'll just have to pick someone, anyone," he suddenly jerks upright, turning to face outside the window next to Jimin's desk.