Jungkook's POV
That mother fucking asshole! All I was trying to do was help him out, but nooooo, he had to push me away and act like I was the weird one! Stupid fucker!
"So you and Jimin are gonna be sharing a room." Fredrick says, handing me the key.
"What?!" I shout a little louder than I meant to.
"What's the matter with you?" Fredrick asks, his voice stern and defensive.
"Sorry, coach it's just that-" Suddenly Jimin opens the door, letting in a large gust of cold air.
"Oh Jimin, you're finally here." Coach greets him, ignoring what I just said. "I was just telling Jungkook that you two will be sharing a room."
I watch as Jimin's brown eyes go wide and shoot toward me.
"What?!" He shouts.
"Aish!" Fredrick whines. "You guys are so annoying! I just want to go up to my room and sleep but you two are being so picky!"
"I am NOT, sharing a room with him." I say sternly, looking Fredrick straight in the eyes.
"Yes, you ARE." He commands, looking at the both of us. "Otherwise you're sleeping outside. Now I don't care what you two have to do to console your petty personalities, but do whatever you have to, I'm going to bed." He says, setting the room key down on the floor in between Jimin and I.
I look back and forth between the key and Jimin, having a mini existential crisis.
"So...what do you wanna do?" Jimin asks quietly, his eyes chained to the floor.
I think about how to answer, but decide that if this is the way Jimin wants to act this weekend, who am I to stop him?
"I want to go to bed." I answer, and briskly walk toward the key, picking it up and heading up the stairs without saying another word nor looking back.
"But-" I hear him begin but I don't stop.
~Time Skip~
I finish unpacking my things when Jimin finally comes into our room.
There are two twin size beds, one flat screen TV, one closet, and one bathroom. In other words, a recipe for disaster.
He keeps quiet as he takes the bed next to mine, setting down his luggage and beginning to unload it into his drawers, and into the closet.
"Ugh!" I hear him groan as he steps inside the unbearably small closet. "Jungkook," His voice is full of warning. "you took up almost all the room in the closet-"
"Guess you should've came up sooner then, huh?" I snap.
"Uh..." He smiles evilly and looks at me. "You wanna try that again?"
"Sure." I say happily as I put down my clothes and look at him directly in the eyes. "You were too damn slow so I took up most the space. Be faster next time." I smile happily once I've finished my sentence and go back to choosing a shirt to wear to bed.
He's quiet for a moment, but suddenly I hear a growl erupt from the painfully small closet. "I will fucking end you, Jungkook." He threatens, pronouncing each word carefully, letting the weight of what he just said hit me.
"Come at me." I say back to him.
"Fine." He says, quickly grabbing a handful of my clothes from the closet and walking into the hallway, trowing them everywhere. "There. Problem solved."
"What the hell?!" I shout, rushing to the hall to clean up his mess. "What is the matter with you?!" I shout as I come back into the room.
"What?" He replies innocently. "You were taking up my half of the closet so I took it back-"
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Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook
FanfictionJimin, an ever rising champion in the figure skating world, refuses to skate another season until his coach finds him someone worth his time, someone who is up to par with his talent. Jungkook, a mere electrician, is fixing the air conditioning syst...
