☾Trial & Error☽ → kth | jjk

VI

Jungkook really wished he hadn't let Taehyung put that arm-rest up.

For about half of the flight, there was a mop of red hair laying on his shoulder and Jungkook had to resist the urge to either throw Taehyung out the emergency exit or jump out himself.

The proximity made Jungkook's heart thump wildly in his chest the entire. time.

Why? He couldn't say.
It probably had something to do with the man he loathed being one move away from being cuddled up to him.

"Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking. We will be landing at LAX in approximately 15 minutes. Please make sure you are in your seats." The captain spoke over the intercom. Jungkook pulled out an earbud and sighed.

He lifted the window cover and looked out at the clouds that blanketed everything below. He watched as the clouds gradually became level with his line of vision, which then began to sink below.

"Tae, wake up." Jungkook groaned, pushing the head off of his shoulder. He rolled his shoulder a few times to wake it up, seeing as Taehyung had been resting on it for quite some time now.

"Aw. You called me Tae, how cute." Taehyung grinned lazily as he stretched his arms out.
Jungkook stared at him. This guy had just woken up and was already managing to piss him off. Incredible.

"No, I didn't. You're just selectively hearing shit again." He muttered, turning away from him and looking back out the window.
"Whatever you say, Kookie." Taehyung chuckled and relaxed in his seat as the plane finally landed.

They merged into the lane of people taking up the aisle to exit the plane, with their carry-on bags slung over their shoulders.

The class regrouped in the airport after everyone got their things from the baggage claim. Everybody looked incredibly tired, some looking a bit pale from the amount of turbulence the flight had encountered.

"Alright. Do we have everyone?" The professor leading the trip sighed, running a hand through his hair and using his other hand to do a quick head count of the group. "I'm only counting 18.. Who are we missing?"

"Ah- Us, sir. Sorry." A small voice, sounding panicked, spoke up.

"Kim Woosung and Park Dojoon, sir. We didn't grab our baggage in time and had to wait for it to come around again. Sorry."

Jungkook looked over at the two boys carrying their luggage, both of them looking quite flustered for meeting up with the group late.

"It's alright, boys." The professor sighed and looked over the group. "Now that everyone's here... A bus will be here shortly to take us to the dorms we'll be staying in while we're here. It's only early afternoon here in LA, but you all get today and tomorrow to adjust to the time difference. Sound good?"

Everybody nodded, probably wanting nothing more than to collapse in bed and sleep for a week.

At least that's what Jungkook wanted.

"Good. I'll distribute the room keys once we get there."

And upon arriving at the dorms, Jungkook made sure he was first to get his key between the two of them so he could get first dibs on the bedrooms.

Unfortunately there weren't any bedrooms, only a bedroom.

As in, one bedroom.

Granted it had two separate beds, but the bedroom wasn't too large.

The beds were on opposite walls, and each side of the room had a small desk. Jungkook looked around the small bedroom and heaved out a sigh as he finally dropped his bags on the bed on the far wall.

"Oh man, guess we'll be sharing a room too. I knew we'd be sharing a dorm, but I didn't think it'd be a single bedroom."

Jungkook turned to look at Taehyung, who was leaning in the doorway with an annoying grin.

He glared and ticked his jaw. "What did you expect when you heard the word 'dorm,' huh?" Jungkook attempted to play it off like he had expected this when, of course, he hadn't. He was expecting an apartment of sorts, with a small kitchen and at the very least separate bedrooms.

Taehyung shook his head. "Says the one who clearly pushed his way to the front of the group to get his keys first to get first pick." He snickered. "Guess it doesn't matter now, roomie."

"Call me that one more time and you're sleeping on the kitchen floor." Jungkook glared.

Taehyung began to unpack one of his bags, taking out his folded bedding and beginning to make his bed.
"And how will you manage that, Jeon?" Taehyung mused.

"I'll- Just shut up, okay? I'm too tired to deal with your shit." Jungkook muttered and began to make his bed as well.
He unfolded the black bed sheets and put them onto the mattress, lifting it and wiggling it around until the bedding was successfully placed.

Jungkook sat on the bed, kicked his shoes off, and got cozy in the warm covers. He closed his eyes, finally feeling as though he'd be able to get some rest.

"Are you going to sleep?"

Or not.

"Seriously, Jungkookie?! We just got here and we haven't even gotten to know each other yet! You can sleep later."

Jungkook groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. "Y'know, I know plenty about you. So no thanks."
"Yeah? What do you know?"

"Kim Taehyung, heir to the biggest company in Seoul, rich as fuck, and annoying as fuck. Can I sleep now?"

"Ouch." Taehyung blinked. "No, you can't. Not until I get to know you."

Jungkook said nothing, trying to ignore him in hopes he'd shut up.

"Let's see... Jeon Jungkook. You're studying dance and fine arts. That's all I know. What else should I know?" Taehyung chirped.

"Yeah. You slept the entire fucking flight, most of it on my shoulder, and now when I want to sleep I get my ear talked off by you, whom I, by the way, cannot fucking stand. So please, can I just sleep?!" Jungkook snapped, but didn't roll over to look at him. He kept his back to him.

"Oh. Sorry, yeah. I'll go hang out with some other people and let you rest."
Jungkook couldn't see him but he could feel the change of mood and could hear him shuffling out of the room.

Jungkook groaned again. Great, now he felt like an asshole.