WARNING: LAME CHAPTER. Please prepare bleach for cleaning eyes and brains.
I legit freaked out last Wednesday when I saw this fic already reached 4K votes and 1K comments, y'all are so evil. Hahaha. But honest speaking, thank you so much! I feel all your love for this story <3 and the good thing is, I have a week off and I managed (tho just barely) to pull this chapter out of my brain. Here you go! It's lacking but I still hope you enjoy :'>
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It's one of those days Jimin visits Yoongi in his shared pad.
He had come here straight from school, walking with Hoseok. The said older boy waves a dismissive hand in between them when Jimin voiced his worry if he's bothering the older boys, Hoseok laughs at him silly, telling him he'd be out too as soon as he'd change his uniform to fetch Taehyung for early dinner. Jimin gave Hoseok the teasing brow, watching as the boy's cheeks slowly turn a pretty shade of pink, worry immediately forgotten.
So here Jimin is, sitting himself on one of the couches in Yoongi's bedroom, making himself comfortable before pulling a white plastic bag from inside his backpack. He carefully placed it on the mini table in front of him, careful not to make so much noise as he placed down the snacks he bought in a convenience store on the way from school. Although, the snacks he picked were pretty much based on his own cravings—like the chocolates and chips. He ordered chicken and soup in advance though, in his defense.
Yoongi had skipped classes today, saying he hadn't gotten enough sleep for the past three days and he's sure he's just going to doze off in classes and pissed his instructors off, working on a project song that needed to be passed in the next couple days. Jimin had agreed for him to stay home instead, promising he'll drop off after his own classes and promptly ignoring the side eyes Taehyung and Hoseok gave him during and even after the call had ended.
To say that his day in school had been unsettling and full of tension was an understatement.
He had squirmed nonstop on his seat while they're eating lunch; Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung throwing him curious glances when they think he's not looking. He couldn't even remember what he had for lunch; however, he remembered how he had pushes his food around, head down and not looking at anyone at the table until the afternoon classes bell rung.
Taehyung immediately glued himself beside him—as expected for his best friend—waving goodbye to Namjoon and Hoseok who only nods in response before turning a corner to their own classroom. Jungkook was silently trailing behind them, hands tucked inside his pants' pockets and facial expression blank and stern. Watching the foreign somehow made him look a lot mature in Jimin's eyes, as if the doe-eyed boy he had met in the locker area was not him anymore. The purple head had nudges him in the ribs a lot more times than necessary to get his attention, one eyebrow raised in question as he side eyes the youngest of the three behind them.
Jimin, in response, had blushed really hard he swears the tip of his ears are actually burning; shaking his head with more force than one would do that only triggers Taehyung's curiosity. So it's only a matter of minute after they reached Jungkook's floor and waved the boy goodbye before his best friend was pulling him in one corner and trapping him with his towering form. Poor Jimin couldn't escape with his shorter, delicate height.
"What's going on, Park Jimin?" Taehyung had asked; voice low and serious. He crossed his arms over his chest, as if trying to be look intimidating. Jimin wants to curl up and just disappear.
"Nothing," he whispered, eyes downcast, finding his cold fingers twirling on the hem of his uniform a lot more interesting than the frown firmly set on Taehyung's lips.
