anonymous || pjm

Pt.8

Ah, group projects. What a beautiful thing created by the upper hands with more excessive knowledge that decide to spread it across mankind to put teamwork to the test.

—Said no one ever.

Damn group projects. Damn the teachers that insist on choosing your partners for you and making it harder for you to actually get work done, saying that it would help you make new friends. Damn the times that you ultimately had to do most of the work yourself. And lastly, damn the guy in the back that gets the same grade as you but has done absolutely nothing.

Thankfully, it's different with Jimin. You're actually quite proud in both the work you've done and the friendship you've built with him over the weeks, different from the opinion you had of him prior to getting to know him. Jimin is a patient man, and that's something you've noticed easily over the weeks you've known him, guiding you through problems you otherwise never would have gotten through.

Now is not one of those times, though.

You found it odd when you heard a loud banging (shortly followed by a crash) right outside Jimin's apartment door, all too familiar voices trying to overlap one another in an attempt to be heard. You narrowed your eyes, making eye contact with the male sitting beside you, discarding the drafts for your work for the first time since you've arrived. He merely shrugged, and it wasn't long before the voices reduced to light whispers.

It also wasn't long before a fond smile curved up Jimin's lips, trudging towards the door with a kind of look in his eyes as if he knew what was about to unfold. You're still not sure whether or not he really did know that he would be greeted by six boys guiltily staring back at him, the younger ones that had their ears pressed to the door (for whatever reason, you didn't know) unceremoniously falling to the floor, the door that was supporting their weight being opened way too suddenly.

They stand upwards just as suddenly, backs as straight as a board, shooting the male innocent smiles that he knew all too well not to fall for. And yet he did anyway, since those same six boys were now currently causing a ruckus in his apartment's living room.

Maybe Jimin did catch Yoongi's expression that practically screamed that he was dragged here against his will. Maybe he did catch Namjoon's apologies for intruding his space and interrupting his concentration. Maybe he even caught Taehyung and Jungkook trying to steal the pudding from his fridge. But he did not catch the look Hoseok exchanged with Jin.

Hoseok seeks refuge inside Jimin's kitchen as Jin waltzes towards the younger male, "Hey, Jimin." The male looks up in question, the older wiggling his brows, "A matter must be discussed with you. In the kitchen."

Jimin narrows his eyes. "Can't it be discussed... " he lifts a brow, "here-?"

The oldest simply responds with a curt, "No."

The two males maintain eye contact. Jimin blinks. Presses his lips into a thin line (even with his cutely plump lips). Inhales deeply. "...Okay?"

Right before he gets up to comply to the older's wishes, he turns towards you with a look. "This was a mistake." You only snort in response.

You only stare at the younger male trudging behind the older, creasing your brows. You couldn't even question it much before someone starts speaking abruptly beside you, an all too familiar voice that had your heart stop beating for even a second. "What are they even doing?"

Yoongi.

You slowly turn your head towards him, eyeing the sight of the male sitting on the couch beside you. You had been talking to Jimin and just, damn, when did Yoongi even get here?