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[Jimin]

Holy crap.

Why does my head hurt like a mother-trucker?

I opened my eyes just to close them tightly because of a bright light that probably burned my retinas off.

I hissed in pain and brought the palms of my hands up to put pressure on my eyes, hoping that the stinging pain would go away, "Crapola."

"Jimin?" a deep voice asked and a cold hand touched my bare shoulder, making me scream and jolt on the soft substance under me.
 
The voice laughed deeply and I opened my left eye to see a figure but behind it, the bright light that blocked my vision before, "Luna?"

"No, my name's Tae. Thanks for asking though."

I squinted and I finally saw Tae's boxy smile, "Can you please close the blinds behind you or something?"
 
Tae's head nodded vigorously then turned to close the blinds and soon, I was surrounded by a comforting, dimmer light. I blinked a couple of times to spread the eye juice around and set my gaze on Taehyung. His long, dark eyelashes were touching his cheekbones as he looked down at me, his dark brown eyes glimmering beautifully.

Looking around curiously, I then realized that I wasn't in my little hubble. I was laying in a very extravagant double bed with a very silky, blue comforter that was tangled with my legs. There was a large vanity with a beautifully detailed mirror that reflected the grey walls of Taehyung's room.

A boxy smile plastered on my bestfriend's face and I smiled back but then a sharp pain started in the middle of my head, "AHHHHHH MAAAN HOLY SHIT!"

Tae just laughed, tilting his head backwards, my pain being funny to him in some kind of way.

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" I screeched, holding my forehead in pain, "WHY DO I HURT SO BAD?!"

"Because you drank a whole Bloody Mary."

"Just a Bloody Mary? But I thought that was a light drink?"

"Yeah, it is," Taehyung agreed, "but then you fell outta your seat and hit your face on the floor."

I rubbed soothing circles into my forehead with my pointer and middle fingers, opening my eyes to look at Taehyung's childlike smirk, "Oh yeah? This funny to you, tough guy?"

"Actually yeah," he nodded, his eyes smiling, "considering you have a huge purple bruise on your forehead."

My eyes widened and I jumped off of the bed to look in the mirror of the vanity, "Mom. Is. Going. To. Kill. Me."

Taehyung just shrugged with lethargy, "At least you didn't get your two front teeth knocked out. You hit the floor with a BAM." He used his hands to clap loudly on the onomatopoeia.

I just sighed stressfully and attempted to put the thought in the back of my head. I turned around and leaned on the vanity, my hands holding the edge of the vanity's table to keep me stable.

"Wait." I stated and squinted my eyes so I could look closer at Taehyung, "Why is your hair red?"
 
Taehyung pointed to his new hair, grinning happily like an idiot, "You noticed?"
     
How could I have not noticed until just now? His dark brown, sleek hair has now turned into silky, voluptuous strands of crimson locks that met at his eyebrows.
         
"Yeah," I nodded in astonishment, still trying to process such great change, "When? Where? Why? How?"
 
"Jin did it for me last night at the bar because I just.." his lips pouted thoughtfully, "I just wanted some change, you know?"
 
I smiled supportively and genuinely, holding a few strands of the hair in my hand, softly feeling the texture, "I love it."
 
Taehyung gave me a tight hug, squeezing me as if he would disappear.
   
[Jungkook]

What the fuck.

I stared at my reflection dumbly, nothing but a numerous amount of curse words flowing through my mind.
 
"HOSEOK!!!" My scream rumbled throughout the house and I heard another scream in response to mine from behind me.
 
I turned around with an angry expression on my face, "WHERE ARE YOU?!"
 
I could hear his heart pounding and his heavy breaths from my closet, "Get out from there, Hoseok. Now."
  
"You're not my dad!" Hoseok replied back with a voice 279274 octaves higher than his normal one.
    
"No more memes. Come here." I ordered and he was forced to come out of the closet with a lowered head.

"Yes?" He didn't look me in the eyes but just stared at his feet solemnly, his fingers interlocked at his upper thighs.
 
"Look at me." I commanded once again.

He slowly lifted his head to look at me in the eyes, which traveled to my forehead. His cheeks puffed up and his lips formed a smile.

"Don't you dare." I said sinisterly, looking at him with sharp eyes.

He burst out into a fit out laughter and fell to the floor, holding his stomach in pain. I inhaled deeply to calm myself, my mind in a state of complete disaster.

I turned around again to look at the inappropriate sentence in bold words.
    
WILL SUCK DA PEEPEE 4 FREE

"Hoseok." I said lowly, his laughter stopping immediately, "Is this in permanent ink?"
  
In the reflection, I saw Hoseok pulling out a thick, black sharpie from his pocket with a smile on his face, "Only for the best."
    
"I have a fucking meeting with my secretary in two hours." I informed, my anger bubbling within me quite quickly.
  
The idiotic smile didn't falter, "Oops."
  
That smile that had not one care in the world made me so angry, but I just inhaled, not wanting to do any assault paperwork for the company. Since he's the heir to the Vice President, my ass woulda been whooped. That thought successfully calmed me down.
    
"Well, at least I didn't write 'succ dis peepee 4 free'." He said, doing a hand gesture as if he was making a rainbow, "You would've had a long line of people just wanting to suck that dick,"
   
My nose twitched but I still contained the anger inside of me.
  
He then used his thumbs to point at himself and winked at me, "Including me. I woulda sucked the fucking life outta you,"
 
He then stood up from my floor and left right after he wiggled his eyebrows and pushed his tongue into his cheek a few times, "Bye bye, Daddy!"
    
Oh fuck no.
    
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