Claws: Jimin

~ Shower ~

Word count: 1337

[Bangtan Apartment, Tuesday 5:28 pm ]

It had been a week and 4 days since Jimin, Jungkook, Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung had put up the wallpaper on the living room wall. The others had liked it too, except for Yoongi, who decided to lecture you on your choice of "decorative planning" and that "you should have gotten a warmer tone like yellow because it balances your chakra" or something like that. Overall, the apartment was looking very homey and cozy, so you and the boys were all happy. 

"Okay, so who is showering next?" You yelled out across the kitchen while stirring a large pot of pasta. Unfortunately, you and Taehyung were on cooking shift that night, and Tae had run off with Jimin and Jin to go play a video game in Taehyungs room, leaving you to manage the huge meal you were both supposed to prepare. You got no response in return, so huffed and returned to adding salt and other seasonings to the massive pot of boiling pasta. 

In the middle of the constant zzzz sound emitting from the overhead light on the stove, you heard light footsteps nearing you, growing louder quickly before you saw none other than Yoongi appear from your right. You addressed him with a short "hm?" sound and turned your head to face his beside you. Once you made eye contact, he flashed you a small grin and softly asked "You doing okay? Need me to help?" You mockingly choked back at him, "I don't know about you, but last time I checked, you were throwing books at me for attempting to wake you up when I asked you to help me with the laundry." He huffed nonchalantly at your statement and leaned his elbow onto the marble counter. "Sure, but now I feel productive, and it's a rare occasion and only lasts thirty minutes max, so do you want me to make use of it or fall into another lazy dip?" "Fine, you can help." You remarked back to Yoongi and set your hands off of the wooden spoon you were stirring with. 

You leaned down to the cabinets under the sink and whipped out a ladle and an apron. "Alright. Put on this, and use the ladle to stir around the bolognese." You stood back upright and plainly said to Yoongi. He grabbed the utensil and apron out of your hands and placed the apron rope around his neck and tied the back. The meal was almost ready, it only had give-or-take 4 minutes left to cook and it would be done. Yoongi spun the ladle around his fingers and then begun to mix the bolognese with it. When you started to stir the penne pasta again, you saw Yoongi start to smirk out of the corner of your eyes. "What's up? Why are you smirking?" You interrogated Yoongi with furrowed brows. He chuckled back and smiled at you, "Just thinking of something, don't ask." "Okay then. Hey, do you know who's in the shower right now?" You pondered. "Yeah, I think Jimin is in there right now. He should actually be out soon, so-" You both heard a loud screech coming from the bathroom next to you. You and Yoongi both looked at each other with wide eyes and said "Jimin." As if it was fate, destiny, or some other factor playing, you heard Jimin start breathing deeply and the bathroom door slam open, and saw a distressed Jimin run out of the bathroom. He had a towel covering his head and- luckily- his important parts as he zoomed through the living room with you, Yoongi, and Hoseok in it, eyes following his figure before he speedily opened your bedroom door and yeet it shut. 

Hmm.

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"Okay Jimin, can you come out now? It's okay if you're embarrassed,  the others and I won't laugh. Promise?" You assuringly pleaded with him through the wall, ears to the closed and locked door. You heard a small whimper from inside and his feet slowly approaching the door. You stepped back to let him out and the lock clicked, the door slowly opening to reveal an ashamed Jimin, towel still enveloping his head. He finally had clothes on, though, so he could walk out without his pride and joy being crushed to pieces. You could almost smell the shame radiating off of him, Jimins head lowered as he made his way to the main area with a pout. You walked alongside him as to guide him to the group of 6 young men sitting on the floor, your hand on his back to make sure he didn't run away or jump out of a window. You both sat down with your legs crossed in the circle of concerned friends, Jimin covering his eyes and sighing deeply. Once the silence had settled, Hobi spoke up, "Okay Jimin. We know something went wrong, can you just tell us what it was? If you are embarrassed about something, don't be. I'm your 2nd best friend, you can tell me anything. Spill." Their eyes met, Jimins pleading and Hoseoks anxious. Jimin inhaled shakily and breathed out, his face transforming from emotional to dull and unreadable. He swallowed and smoothly stated, "Okay. You want to really know what's going on?" The group excitedly and nervously nodded, "Be prepared, I don't know either," And with that, he peeled the towel off of his head, revealing,

Fluffy ears? On top of his head?

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"Oh my god..." Jungkook mumbled, "Those are, those are animal ears!" 

There was a lull in the tone of the conversation. It wasn't really any more quiet than before, but the ambience went flat. Dead. Namjoon silently talked to himself breathily, Jin and Yoongi exchanging looks with each other and speaking a few words. 

Few. 

After what felt like 4 days of stillness of sound, Jimin remarked unsteadily to the group, "I know what you might be thinking. Yes, it looks weird, and yes, I have already thought through all of the things that could happen tomorrow and questioned my existence." There was more quietness before Namjoon observed calmly, "You know Jimin, this is scientifically impossible." "Who said that?" Seokjin laughed nervously to try and lighten the mood, which failed horribly and only made everyone else uncomfortable. Namjoon retorted back, "Science, Seokjin, science said that. You know, the theory of everything and our understanding of the universe? That has been proven to be reliable on millions of occasions?" Seokjin huffed defeatedly and slumped back down in his spot. "S**t Jimin, don't you have work tomorrow?" Yoongi implied gingerly (A/N Yes I will censor cursing I am pURE) "Language!" "I'm a grown man, Seokjin, and so are you. I can say what I want"

"Well, I think they look awesome, all of the girls at work will think they are so hot." Hobi cheered tenderly to Jimin with a huge smile, beaming with pure optimism. Jimin breathed out unevenly in reply with begging eyes that longed for an escape. "I don't think so, Hobi." He muttered drowsily. There was more silence before Jin clapped his hands enthusiastically, stood up from his spot, and addressed to everyone in the room, "It will all be okay guys. We have nothing to worry about. Soo, I don't know about you guys, but I'm tired, so let's catch some winks. Whaddaya say?" Jin smiled at the miserable people in front of him and walked off to his and Namjoons shared room. The boys looked at each other, you looking at them, and all gave a small smirk of defeat before heading off to your respective beds for an early night.

Yee another update on this book. This chapter was a bit shorter as my brain is struggling rn, so sorry abt that. Making progress! Slowly. Well, I hope you, the one person who probably reads this story, liked this chapter. I know its bad, but I try. Anyway, bon voyage me old cream crackers.