BTS ONESHOTS (BOY X BOY )

this summer's crazy, man -Jikook

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3444977

"Can you get me a milkshake?" Jimin mumbles to no one in particular, his eyes already closed as he flops loosely into a chair outside of the CU. Sweaty and exhausted, he throws his head back and lets his body melt into the dirty plastic furniture. Seconds later something cold and heavy is dropped into his lap.

"Pick," comes Taehyung's voice, and Jimin—with great effort—lifts one eye open to take a look at the two packets. After a second, he tosses the cookies and cream Seolleim packet back to Taehyung and starts kneading the vanilla one for himself. He catches Jungkook's disgusted look before closing his eye again but is too exhausted to care.

"I don't know why you two keep eating those after every practice," Jungkook says disapprovingly, taking a swig of his Powerade.

"Like that blue sugar water is any better," Jimin responds sleepily before Hoseok clears his throat loudly and Jungkook mutters something under his breath about replenishing electrolytes.

"That was a really awesome run-through," Hoseok says, ignoring the squabbling with an air of practiced patience. "I think we'll be ready for Hongdae next weekend if you guys are still up for it."

Every muscle and bone in Jimin's body aches, but the thought of dancing in Seoul, of attracting a crowd and hearing their cheers and applause just because of the way his body can move, makes his blood buzz and feel as though it's moving in every direction at once. In his opinion, there was no better way to spend summer break.

"Definitely," Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook say in unison. Hoseok grins.

The four of them sit around the wobbly plastic table discussing minute improvements they could make to their routine—Hoseok kindly but firmly shutting down all of Taehyung's more unique ideas and Jimin half-heartedly kicking at Jungkook's chair every time the kid suggests yet another way to bring himself into the spotlight—long enough for the sun to start sinking below the surrounding buildings. An employee comes out and lights a mosquito coil at their feet, the spicy lemongrass smell stinging Jimin's nostrils and making him finally open his eyes all the way.

"I hate when they do that," Taehyung complains loudly as the employee goes back inside and he starts swatting and scratching at his bare arms and legs. "I never notice the mosquitoes until they light that."

There is a moment of silent agreement before Jimin's stomach growls and he asks if anyone wants kimbap. He loses a round of rock, paper, scissors and peels his sticky, sweaty skin away from the chair to duck inside and buy it. He purposely selects four tuna triangles, knowing full well that Jungkook doesn't like mayonnaise, as payment for the earlier jab about the milkshakes.

When he's back at the door, Jimin sees that a lanky stranger with sun tanned skin and bleached blond hair is in his seat. A fifth chair had been pulled up to the table, filled by another unfamiliar person who looks shockingly like a small unhappy porcelain doll. After a moment's hesitation, Jimin turns around and buys two more kimbap triangles.

He drops the bag on the table and pulls up a sixth chair as Hoseok introduces Jimin to his friends, Namjoon and Yoongi, who gratefully take the offered kimbap. Jimin does not fail to notice that Jungkook manages to sneak a spam-filled triangle and curses the convenience store for not having six tuna ones in stock.

"So what are you guys up to?" Namjoon asks as he takes a bite. Hoseok had explained to the dancers that the other two were part of the rap crew Hoseok was also in, and Jimin can hear it in this guy's voice. Even through a mouthful of rice, his voice is low and even and rhythmic in a way that is pulling at the lids of Jimin's eyes again.