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Chapter 9

I awake in sweat the next morning. The air seems to have stopped working overnight. I roll over to the nightstand to check the time on my phone.

I mistakenly grab Jungkook's. Oh well. It's basically my phone too.

9:03 a.m.

I may as well start my day. Hopefully I can make things up with my fiancé.

Taehyung is sleeping on the other side of me; he cuddles onto the pillow that is separating us. I slightly pull the sheets back so that he won't get too hot.

I dress myself in a pair of Jungkook's basketball shorts. It's too hot to wear a shirt.

Yoongi and Seokjin are already in the kitchen when I come downstairs. Seokjin is wearing nothing but basketball shorts as well; Yoongi is in a white tee and athletic shorts. They're both standing in front of an opened refrigerator. "What are you two doing?"

Yoongi grabs my shoulders and pulls me closer to them.

It is then that I find the answer to my question. The cool breeze spreads over me. They're doing this to stay cool.

We stay like this is silence for another five minutes before Hoseok enters the kitchen. He's wearing an orange sleeveless shirt and loose shorts. He doesn't say a word as he moves to squat in front of us. The four of us are now enjoying the breeze.

"You four will be replacing every piece of food that goes bad."

We all look back to see a sweaty Namjoon has entered the kitchen. His black sleeveless shirt sticks to his skin. He also has on a pair of black and white basketball shorts.

Seokjin slides a jar of sliced pickles across the island to Namjoon.

"What is this for?"

Seokjin shrugs. "They're pickles and they're cold." Namjoon's left eyebrow slightly raises before he lets out a small laugh.

He takes the jar and heads to sit out on the patio.

Seokjin goes over to the cutlery cabinet. He reaches for a fork, rinses it in the sink, and then hands it to me. "You. Outside. Now." He gently pushes me to the patio.

What am I supposed to do with a fork?

It's too early and hot to be thinking.

Namjoon looks at me but turns away. "Morning Jimin," he grumbles while leaning back into his chair. The jar of pickles rests on the table on front of him.

I awkwardly approach him to give him the fork Seokjin randomly gave me. He gives a small "thanks" before using the fork to retrieve pickles.

My bottom finds it's way into the chair nearest to him.

"Namjoon, I'm-"

"We're good, Jimin."

His sentence is short but I can still tell that there's more behind it. I know that I offended him. But Namjoon is a person that doesn't like conflict.

I shake my head. "That still doesn't change what I did. I'm so-"

A pickle is shoved into my mouth.

Namjoon has a playful grin on his face as he tilts his head to the side. "You were upset and buzzed, okay? I understand. The person who deserves an apology is Jungkook."

I nod as I continue to chew on my pickle slice.

I'll apologize to Jungkook whenever he comes down.

Taehyung comes down around 11:15. He's wearing a white tee shirt and shorts. His hair is in a messy bun.

It's around noon when I hear a knock on the door. It's rather unusual because none of us know anyone from around here besides the owners that we rent the cabin from.