He got beef

Take-away & snake-away

We broke the snake.

I mean, we didn't physically snap it in half or anything, but it hasn't moved for the past 2 hours so I think it's safe to say it's pretty much a goner.

"Is it...  like, dead?" I poked at it with the remote control, not wanting to actually touch the reptile. Whatever deseases it may carry, I was pretty sure I wasn't vaccinated for it, and I sure as hell was not going to take the risk.

"He looks parched." Jungkook was as confused as I was, if not more. We had been observing the snake for over an hour now, and it hadn't even blinked an eye. Not even when Jungkook had grabbed a pair of nunchucks (do not ask me where those came from) and had angrily swung them around in the air, almost giving me a concussion in the process.

"Did you try giving it some water?"

"It's not a fucking houseplant." Jungkook smacked me up the forehead, his hand leaving an angry red imprint on it.  "Fuck, what do we do?" he racked his hands through his dark brown tresses as he threw his head back in despair.

I would have slapped him back twice as hard, but we're kind of in a situation right now.

"Do we tell Jimin?" I bit my fingernails, a habbit I only recently developed.

"Absolutely not." Jungkook immediately replied. "If we have to bury this thing and get an exact lookalike and never tell Jimin about this then so be it. This snake is his treasure."

I guess you must be really confused by what is going on right now. Let's just ... rewind a bit.

It all started the day after our DnD night. It was late afternoon, and I had just come back from my shift at Dairy Queen after a day of lazing around and playing jungle speed during our work hours.

"Babysit your snake?"

Jimin had pushed me down on the couch and wrapped me tightly in a blanket like a burrito, preventing me from escaping. He had complimented my outfit and hair too many times already and had an assortment of lavish appetizers sprawled out on the table in the living room. I should have known he didn't do all of this just to make up with me.

Oh, no.

He needed a favor. 

A favor involving me, and that stinky snake of his.

He had to go back to his hometown for one night, something about having to visite his rich aunt while she was still in the States. Naturally, he was not going to take his snake with him on a road trip, meaning he needed someone to look after his beloved pet.

"Petsit, if you will." Jimin corrected me, a sheepish look on his face.

For the record, we were still on bad terms. Even though Jimin had brought me breakfast on bed that morning, made hot cocoa with whipped cream and even offered to carry me to the bathroom (to which I had refused) I was still pretty upset that he had lied to me.

"There's literally no way in hell I'm watching over that thing." I tried to push my way out of the blankets with great difficulty, but Jimin pinned me down, making it impossible for me to move. I glared at him.

"Pretty please?" He looked as if he were about to cry, small tears forming in the corner of his eyes, glossing them over completly. "I can't take him with me to my parents. Besides, Jungkook will help out too." he pleaded.

Jungkook agreed to this?

"If you thought that would reassure me, it didn't." I tried to escape once more, but failed. I groaned loudly in frustration. "Can't you take it to like, a snake hotel or something?"