hybrid

three

He squinted his eyes, adjusting to the brightness as his being became fully at it's wake. His hands reach out to stretch, a lazy yawn escaping from his very lips as his sight finally adjusted to the light, the smell of eggs and bacon filling his nostrils. He sighed. "Jimin!" and in an instant, a gleeful dog was already all up on him, greeting him a good morning with his incredibly adorable eye smile, which jungkook have grown to loathe so much.

As usual, Jimin didn't speak. Namjoon said he isn't mute or anything, just incredibly shy and utterly embarrassed, but as for the past few days, jungkook doubt it. "What time is it?" He asked, jolting from his bed as his eyes bore lazily to an overly excited hybrid.

As usual, for the past three days, jimin rushed to pick the small clock and literally shoved it on his face, making him slightly stumble back on his soft and comforting mattress. He leaned back, plopping his elbows behind him and read the time. It read nine past fifty, relaxing back onto the mattress fully and planned to sleep for a few more hours. 

It was then when the sudden rush of realization hit him.

His classes started at eight and he probably had already missed the first hour of his history subject. Fuck, he thought to himself. "Why'd you wake me up just now?! I told you my classes starts at eight!" He snorted and semi-glared at the dog, throwing his blanket anywhere and went on autopilot as he practically rushed to the bathroom, shoving past jimin and not giving the slightest fuck that the hybrid may or may not have felt a slight bit upset.

He didn't bother showering and just splashed water on his face, brushed his teeth and raced to his closet and pulled the first pair of jeans his eyes landed on, deciding on a random shirt to match it with. He didn't need to choose shoes for his outfit though. He is a broke college student who only got one pair of shoes. Yeah, that how fucked his life just is.

When he seemed decent (to his eyes, atleast) , he grabbed his backpack and ran to the door, only to be stopped by jimin. He groaned. "What now?" Jimin stayed silent but he pointed a finger towards the kitchen, as if indicating for jungkook to have breakfast atleast before he goes to school. And Jungkook's mind wanders to how much he hates how jimin is a fucking mute because if he wasn't, things could've been much more easier for the both of them. He could of have saved time, not having to stop and think deeply of whatever jimin is referring to.

"I don't have time for your breakfast!" He exclaimed, pushing jimin to the side before rushing out. "I'm leaving, stay here and don't go anywhere." he warned. Although it seemed stupid, seeing that jimin barely even know how to use a fucking doorknob.

With that aside, jungkook rushed to his crappy car, groaning once more when as usual, it coughed like a patient struggling through a rare case of tuberculosis. Sweats were dripping down from the sides of his head, but he sighed and ran all the way to the university. He could take a cab but he's way too broke to even pay a penny.

When he finally reached the school, he wasted no time and rushed to his history class, earning a disappointed look from his professor for like the hundreth time if he counted it right. He gave a brief lecture about time management before proceeding with his lecture and sent jungkook off to his seat where taehyung already awaits, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

"— not another word." he narrowed at his bestfriend when he was about to let out a small retort. He flipped him off when taehyung snickered beside him, nudging him on the side.

The whole day was a blur. It consisted of nothing but a marathon of taehyung's undeniably annoying teasings about him and his hybrid, jimin. He shrugged his bestfriend off his back and hurried home, wanting nothing but the great comfort of his bed.