Y/N's POV
I woke up on the sofa at around 4:30am. It was cold, since I had the thinnest blanket the world has ever created. I had to trade with one of my three roommates; Jeon Jungkook. He practically BEGGED me to switch with him, so now, instead of having the second bunk of the first set of beds, I got bottom bunk of the second set. I seriously want to punch that rabbit at the same time as hugging him. Honestly... Anyway, I'm freezing. And I have just woke up the puppy of the room.
"Y/N-ah, why are you awake?" Jimin asked in nothing more than a whisper.
I just sighed.
"I'm cold, that's all. Nothing to worry about." I answered in a slightly stern tone.
"The fuck are you doing?!" Yoongi snarled, sitting up with a jolt.
Shit. This is awful. We awoke the beast. Why me? Why do I need to be in the same room as him? I'm female, after all...
Jimin suddenly jumped off his bed without warning, slapping Yoongi across his face.
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Yoongi's POV
Jimin.
Just.
Slapped.
Me.
“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” I hissed, kicking Jimin in the shin.
He whimpered, limping back to his bed like a dog.
Y/N glared at me, then glanced at Jungkook, who was now awake.
He woke up looking perfect.
How the fuck does he always look so perfect? I'm not jealous, he just makes girls swoon over him by blinking. Yes, blinking.
Jungkook stopped my train of thought by yawning, “Yoongi-ah, why can't you be any quieter? I'm tryna get my beauty sleep.”
Before I could answer, Y/N whispered, “Jungkookie you don't need beauty sleep you're already perfect!” then hugged her Cooky plushie tightly.
I rolled my eyes before a Shooky plush came hurtling at my face from Y/N;s direction.
