Instinct ☪︎ BTS [vault!au]

02 - "eating conest."

I pulled myself up for the twentieth time, sweat running down the side of my forehead as I continued to pulled myself up, the muscles in my arms still steady as I overheard some of the guys talking about schoolwork.

"Is it not two to the tenth of one?"

"What? No, I said it's three to the second of nine."

"How in the world did you get that?"

"I multiplied the tangent with-"

"I got three... point five."

Jimin and Namjoon served V an incredulous look before Yoongi called from the kitchen.

"Dinners ready, come get it while it's hot or do you two want to continue your bickering?"

The three shook their heads, abandoning their work as they headed to the kitchen.

Hoseok emerged from the bathroom, clad in only shorts as fog surrounded him as he towel dried his hair; looking like a majestic vampire.

"Jungkook, come eat." Jin called to me but I happened to be too focused on hitting forty to hear him. Not to mention I ended up drowning out everyone's talk after V spoke...

"Jungkook~?"

"He's probably trying to become more muscular than Luke..." Taehyung muttered before shovelling food into his mouth.

"How could he become more muscular? I mean; look at him..." Namjoon spoke quietly to the five, everyone averting their gaze to Jungkook.

"... He looks like a killer bunny."

"... He really does."

Jimin smirked along with Tae going back to their food.

"Jungkook!"

Yoongi yelled after finishing the dishes; I ended up falling to the ground in surprise.

"God, what?" I replied, obviously irritated.

"Foods ready."

I shook my head going to the bathroom and shutting the door behind me before turning the faucet on the sink; I couldn't shower and go over the water limit, so this was the best I could do...

Splashing cold water on my face was the best thing to happen today; refreshing my pores the best I could and washing away the worry's of tomorrow... God, I hate tomorrow's...

I flicked my hands toward the sink, splashing the access water off my hands before exiting the washroom.

Telling the guys I was going out and that I'd be back later...

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I silently lounged in a chair reading a book made a hundred years ago whilst music, also made a hundred years ago; played quietly through the library.

Truth be told I was never a big fan of books, but since this was the only way to imagine some things that aren't here in the Vault, its all I got to the outside world; it's all anyone's got.

But Glenn, he's all about books. He's what you'd call a bookworm, he'd take any chance he got to read. Sitting in the same spot across form me as he huddled around a book, so immersed in the words that told him of stories...

It doesn't matter what book you put in front of him, he'd always read it; fantasy, horror, paranormal, history, action, etcetera.

I'd always find him in the library, you'd think for a fourteen year old boy he'd be playing hooky with his friends and drinking their dads hooch during class hours; instead Glenn decides to read about non-fictional and fictional characters on paper before, during and after class hours.

I glanced to the makeshift-old clock on the wall, ten thirty one; suddenly wondering why Glenn was here so late.

"Hey, Glenn? Shouldn't you have been home two hours ago?" I nudged him packing up my bag.

He didn't budge as he was too indulged in
'The Hunger Games.' He frantically turned the next page and continued to read.

What kind of book is 'The Hunger Games' anyway? Is it an eating contest?

I grabbed his book mark and placed it in the page closing his book.

"Go home. Your parents are probably worried."

He groaned grumpily before standing up packing up his school bag. "Why? It's not like I can go missing." He sassed before walking out of the library without a second glance.

I sighed and swung the bag strap over my shoulder, I remember when I used to act like that.

Who am I kidding? I still act like that.
I want  nothing more than to be anywhere but the Vault even though it isn't permitted.

Each day is a day of agony, waiting for each day to end, waiting for something different; hoping for the worst of the vaults future...

'I've seriously come to hate the vault and everything in it, huh?'

A smirk was spread across my features, causing fellow dwellers to serve me confused looks as I walked along the metal floors.

My eyes soon falling on it, watching the bolts pass by that held the thing together, the metal frames that were different colour according to each other.

'These floors are like the people in this vault, I guess. Different in every way; but we're all stuck together...'

My depressed, emotionless face came back once again, this time it didn't leave; until I made it back to the guys' quarters that is...

I was welcomed to the sight of the boys rough housing each other, smiles plastered on their faces as they 'fought'.

I was of course immediately dragged into the game, smiling and letting out laughs as if I wasn't just depressed out of my mind two minutes ago...