LOST . PJM [Completed]

Chapter 22.

Jinhee's POV 

Early in the morning, I got up 3 hours early. Why? Well I was gonna go over to Jimin's house and continue to help him clean up. 

 "Noona?" 

Jungkook's raspy morning voice traveled down the empty hall. 

 "Yes Jungkook-ah?" 

 "Why are you up so early?" 

His large form emerged in front of the door to the kitchen, still in his pink Kooky PJs.

 "Well, I'm heading over to Jimin's."

 "Why?" 

He said while stifling a yawn. 

 "Because his house is an absolute mess and I'm going to make him live properly again." 

Jungkook nodded slowly. 

 "Okay . . . do you need my help?" 

I smiled and patted his head. 

 "Nope. You should go get some more sleep. I'll see you at school." 

I kissed his forehead and headed out the door to catch the bus. 

At Jimin's House

I rung the doorbell to Jimin's house, not really expecting him to open it. As predicted, the door remained closed. I snuck into his backyard and opened the back door. Yes, I left it open last night when he wasn't paying attention. I looked around at the mess. How can someone stand living in here. 

 "Who's there?!" 

I deep voice startled me as I searched the room for a person. I almost died laughing when I did. Jimin was at the foot of the stairs wearing his yellow Pj's, looking like a complete mess. In his hand was a plastic water bottle. He looked absolutely ridiculous with his huge biceps and that cute t-shirt. 

 "Omg hahahaha really? What's a plastic water bottle gonna do?"

I walked over, took the water bottle out of his hands and smacked him with it. 

 "See? What if I was a real burglar? Then you would've been in so much more trouble. Seriously, you need better survivor skills."

He huffed and crossed his arms. 

 "Well, once they saw me they'd probably run away cause I'm too menacing."

 "Ha! They'd never take you seriously with that on." 

His cheeks went red.

 "W-well, what are you doing in my house? How'd you even get in here?" 

I gave him a cheeky smile. 

 "Weeeelll, I may have left your back door open last night."

 "YOU WHAT?!" 

He ran towards the back door and started to check if anything was missing. To be honest, he was overreacting a bit. I mean, it doesn't look like there was anything crazy important in this messy house of his. By now he would've already lost it. 

 "Shit, SHIT SHIT!" 

I watched as he frantically ran around looking for something.

 "Yah, I promise you nothing was taken-" 

He bolted past me and sped down what I assumed was to the basement. Seconds later, he came back calm.  

"See, told you nothing was taken."