joon's brat | minjoon

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"why the fuck would you do that shit?! we don't even fucking know you for fuck's sake!" jungkook growls with his shoulders bending, attempting to reach the other boy's height as his eyes locked a sharp gaze towards the smirking boy. he snorts, shaking his head with a small laugh, "not my fault you guys take my favorite room. it was used to be all mine until you three exist and take it right away." jungkook grunts with annoyance over the boy's cockiness, namjoon was more infuriated, he was everything he hated: an internet playboy, a man lived in a facade, a prankster, and oh- did he mention a motherfucking person who lived in a facade?

once jungkook found him, he seizes him and brings him to namjoon's dorm room, and he wishes, god, he begs in his mind to not see a fucking red-headed asshole. but his prayers were denied and he was found in the opposite route he was desperate to be in. namjoon hated him, too cocky and a spoiled ass, he doesn't get why taehyung idolize him.

"...jungkookie, do this fast, we have to-" jungkook hushes his boyfriend with his lips slither and hand points, and taehyung pouts, grunting as he leaves the room with his foot stomping childishly on the woody surface, blocking any shouts from jin and hoseok (hoseok finally came back after cowarding himself for a few hours, i mean, who wouldn't? cockroaches, bugs galore.) as he banged the door close. jungkook sighs, rubbing his temples as his shoulders slump, jimin not being any help as he snorts. namjoon exhales a small breath, it was taehyung's and jungkook's 2nd anniversary today, and having a spoiled bratt ruin their day isn't definitely anyone's thing. 

jin and hoseok ran from the room to catch up with taehyung, who's footsteps was fading by the minute. "jungkook, catch him, i'll take care of this." namjoon steps in and jungkook nods gratefully towards his hyung, opening the door and close it in a few seconds as he ran. namjoon couldn't help to notice how the other was looking at him, a playful and mischevious smirk dancing on his lips. there was an eerie silence as namjoon folds his arms all around his body, his jaw clenching and eyes cut his with it's gaze. 

one second, two second, three second, four second, he lets it all pass before it reached to a minute when jimin open his mouth with the same sneer, "what are you gonna do, hyung?" the way the last word slur from his tongue with tone evident of seduction makes namjoon's breath hitches and he almost slap himself. namjoon was never intimidated, even his sexy and popular girlfriend of one year (whom had broken up, for your information) didn't have a seductive method that was enough to make his spine filtered with chills. 

namjoon sighs, his shoulders starting to hurt as he bend to reach his eyes. jimin was short, and if only he wasn't a senior in college, he would've joked about it immaturely. his height ended on the edge of his biceps, and he stiffens when jimin intimidatingly raises his figure, touching his biceps as he edged closer. "you know, when you're being quiet like this... makes me feel... something."

is namjoon really going to shut the fuck up? let the boy get his own way? of course not. namjoon smirks, looked at the boy with a small sneer, "what something?" namjoon didn't know why he was like this, when jimin hands slowly went to his shirt which were painting his abs, he stiffen at his touch, and namjoon curse at himself. it was maybe he haven't gotten release in awhile, he had been spending his nights producing music and drown himself in assignment, he haven't got time in relationship or having a stress-reliever. the only thing close to a stress-reliever was playing twenty questions about hating people with his favorite hyung, yoongi.

jimin's hands was close, way too close to the protude that was outlining namjoon's sweats before it reaches upwards to the sky, the door opening with a panting hoseok and jin dropping to the floor. jimin smirks, winking as he walked to the door, leaving the room as he fits in the gap between hoseok and jin. namjoon growls in frustation, ruffling his hair as he hides his forming boner with a pillow nearby. "oh my god it's like i was one of those idols in isac at a marathon," hoseok pants and namjoon didn't hear this.

all he thinks is about how much of a brat that facade ass is.

don't you just love brats guys? i know i do. so changed the plot, you can read how it works. just the same, but making jimin a brat and masochist themes, just read "0000" ok!!