He got beef

Family meat-ing

I've been sitting on this couch for the past 20 minutes, clutching onto one of Jimin's incredibly impractical sequin pillows. Next to me lays an abandoned red plastic bucket that I was given right after my jalapeño accident. I was still feeling incredibly nauseous, but I most definitely had nothing left to upchuck after today.

Jimin and Jungkook were still arguing in the room next to me (maybe Jimin's?), but I could hear pretty much everything they were saying since the walls weren't exactly soundproof.

"She is the reason I got fired today, Jimin!" that was Jungkook. He was furious. If I hadn't started sicking all over the carpet he would've definitely hurled at me with both his fist, ramming them so far up my throat they would have come out of my ass.

Too much?

"That's your side of the story! What gives you the right to behave like that towards her?" I could hear a choir of angels trying to harmonize with Jimin's voice of reason. I literally just demolished his carpet and yet his soul is so pure he is willing to forgive me.

"She threw up on our carpet! She has been here for what? An hour?" Jungkook stated the facts, and I hated him for it.

"First of all, it's my carpet. Second of all, what does that have to do with anything?"

"I don't trust her. I don't want her to stay."

If I wasn't feeling so squeamish I would've laughed really loudly. How dare he talk about 'trust' when he literally tried to poison me 4 hours ago.

"I can't just make her go home? Besides, you're not the only one who gets to decide things around here. I live here too you know, and I want Y-N to stay."

"Why are you like this? I thought we were friends!"

This is so dramatic. Since when did my life turn into this comedy/thriller drama?

"Jungkook, seriously, you are behaving like a 5 year old." I heard Jimin stomp around, he had opened up their door and I could now hear them crystal clear. "It's not like you liked that job anyways. I hope you have calmed down by tomorrow."

"Whatever." was Jungkook's response, then he slammed the door closed.

I guess this means goodnight for now.

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The next morning I woke up with what felt like a hangover. Quickly checking my phone, I noticed I had no new messages except for one notification from Bubble Witch telling me to 'come play again! I restored all your lives!'. My throat was itchy, I bet if I talked it would sound rough and scratchy. I groaned, and let myself roll out of bed. Reaching for the bottle of water next to my desk, I guzzled it down and threw the empty bottle in the trash. I could hear the faint sounds of traffic and people chatting outside. Realizing I had left my window open the entire night, I quickly went to close it. I decided to fully dress before leaving my room, because the world was not ready for my rocket power pajamas. Yet.

After deciding on some jeans and a red hoodie, I pulled my hair up in a ponytail, leaving the bangs out and waddled my way out of my room.

"G'morning..." I grumbled as I walked into the kitchen, my hair getting stuck in the rainbow beaded curtain. Jimin chortled at the scene, making my day a little brighter already.

His hair was still a little wet, meaning he probably took a shower. He was wearing some kind of skin-tight leggings, showing off his sculpted legs. How were they so beautiful? Right, he was a dancer.