Frosty trek || kth•jjk

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Wow kookie, wow☝

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Does the boy look mad? No. Does he look like he's gonna shower jeongguk with curse words. Nope. Does he look like he's gonna jump over the counter and punch jeongguk on the face. No, not that too. Does he look like he couldn't fucking care less that jeongguk asked about his balls. Yes, that's the one.

He just stood there, bored eyes staring at jeongguk.

"Are you fucking serious?" he hollered and jeongguk laughed nervously. Jimin watching everything in amusement.

"Nope, No Not serious at all....hehe....uh...uh...Bye now", jeongguk looked down to his name tag. "...taehyung" and then he jolted out the coffee shop, dragging jimin with him into the cold breeze and blurry bright lights of the night.

As soon as they were far away, jeongguk let out a huge frustrated sigh and buried his face into his hands. That was fucking embarrassing.

Jimin bursted out laughing, " Best. Fucking. Bet. Ever.", he held he's stomach tight, more laughter coming out his mouth.

Jeongguk glared at him. "Shut up! I am so gonna get you for this.", he said, hell-bent and walked away.

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"What patterns do we get if we consider the inheritance of two genes at the same time?", mrs. Song, a short black haired forty something year old biology teacher, questioned the class.

No one raised their hands or rudely spoke up, so she turned to the person who always knew the answer.

"Jeongguk?"

Jeongguk looked up from his notes, "It's known as dihybrid inheritance."

"Yes that's correct, thank you jeongguk. The dihybrid inher-", the loud obnoxious bell interrupted her, students immediately stood up from their seats ,walking out swiflty, everyone smiling brightly just because it's the last period of the day.

Jimin and jeongguk walked out to the drive way, stopping near the exit to wait for their other friend, jin. Jimin was narrating what happend to him this morning at the coffee shop, he was so into it he didn't notice the seemingly uninterested look on jeongguk's face.

"So I was like 'dude, what the fuck is your problem?' And he was like 'my fucking problem is that you fucking spilled half your coffee on my tshirt' and i was like 'I said I'm sorry' and he was like-"

Jeongguk sighed, "What is the moral story of this encounter?"

Jimin looked down to his shoes, "He was so fucking rude and...and handsome", he told him and jeongguk just rolled his eyes. Here we go again.

"It sometimes amazes me how often you have a crush on someone"

Jimin snorted, "Says the one who has never even went on date, oh wait, I forgot you are still a lip virgin."

"What are you ,10? Lip Virgin? seriously", jeongguk shook his head.

"Whatever-"

"Hey guys, sorry I am late. I swear I might end up in jail for throwing our maths teacher out the window, who fucking gives three fucking assignments a day, we are not machines! We are human beings! Three fucking assignments...", jin walked up to them, flaming in anger.

Jimin nodded "I know right, I want to hogtie that guy and throw him amongst a pack of wolves", jin snickered and high fived him. Jeongguk didn't know the so called annoying teacher since he was a grade below them,so he couldn't really think of ways to murder him.

He shook his head, "Okay first, that is just vile, jimin and why don't we head over to bong's, maybe we can help out.", he suggested. Jin grinned, showing off his perfect teeth. He has such good friends.

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The boys talked about their day while treading towards their favorite coffee shop. Their neighborhood wasn't fancy and sophisticated like most part of seoul, it was simple and plain. It's where you see ahjumma's sitting outside on their doorstep peeling onions and seasoning kimchi every sunny morning , it's where everyone knew anyone. Only the drug dealings are problematic around here, but some are already fed up with that and let it be.

They entered through the swinging full length wooden door of bong's coffee, instantly met with the aroma of black coffee and rich scent of roasted beans.

Jeongguk gulped nervously when his eyes landed on the boy whose name he remembered as taehyung from last night, standing behind the counter taking orders from a lady. He looked away and briskly walked to their usual seat.

Half an hour passed, jimin was seated beside jin and in front of them was jeongguk. They worked on each problem attentively ,going through questions as fast they can.

A yawn escaped jin's lips.

"Kookie, would you mind ordering an Americano for me?", he asked flipping through the pages of his calculus textbook. Jimin looked up from the pile of papers on the table, "order a piccolo latte for me, would ya"

"Why can't you go and order some yourself?", jeongguk rudely remarked. If it was a normal day, where he hadn't asked the waiter about his balls the previous night, he would blissfully stand up and get his hyungs some coffee. But it isn't, is it?

"Jin-ah, look at the world we live in, young lambs like jeongguk right here, even started talking back to their hyungs.", jimin shook his head, a sly smirk on his lips.

'Fuck you', jeongguk mouthed, swiflty getting up before seokjin starts his one hour, 56 minutes and 28 seconds long advice on 'why you should respect your elders'.

He straightened his shoulders and walked up to the silver head who was busy scribbling stuff on something jeongguk isn't able to see.

If he brings up last night, just tell him you were high on...on...cocaine. yeah, high on cocaine.

"I would like an Americano, a piccolo latte and a mochachino, please.", the boy looked up when jeongguk voiced out his order, his gaze lingered on him for a couple of seconds before looking down to do the calculations.

"That will be 6$ and 45 cents." he said handing him the receipt. Voice still deeper than the pacific ocean.

Jeongguk payed and just stood there. The boy lifted his arms to take a paper cup down from the shelf. Jeongguk's eyes caught on a small tattoo on his wrist. He couldn't clearly see what it was, he leaned on the counter to take a better look. It looked like some kind of motto or a sign.

"You do know, you can just go sit down till I make your coffee, right?" Taehyung spoke, fiddling with a sugar sac. Jeongguk internally face palmed him self, sensitive towards his embarrassment.

"Uh...y..yeah", he stuttered looking at the busy boy once again. He walked back, his cheeks a tint of pink. Way to go, dumbass.

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I like writing this story, it's fun and I'm in love with the storyline. Stick around to find out why.

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Drunk jimin IS CUTE asf😭💜