Notes:
this is the first time i have bothered writing or actually finished anything in a long time. i tried my best!!
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It was one of the rare events they had free time.
The sky turned dark from hours of strenuous practising which took up most of the day; free time didn't mean extra effort that was stressed to be given would be forgotten. Hours of their time spent on choreography, the same repetitive moves as they relearned and practised and perfected. Heavy breathing, smacks of shoes against the floor, counting and noises under the breaths of many to keep in time.
Which Jimin supposed meant their day wasn't exactly 'free' at all.
However, it was now.
Which, despite his praise of such, he was rather bored.
Although he'd found it funny the first few times Taehyung had shown him funny videos, it still left him with the same lingering restlessness. Even bothering Seokjin hyung and Yoongi hyung also appeared to be no help, as they were busy playing some game, writing him off in the end despite their best efforts to entertain the younger for a little while between turns. Ultimately failing of course.
Which left Jimin in an irritating predicament, absolutely bored out of his mind in his own room. Nothing particularly entertaining to do.
You could argue Jimin had plenty of things he could be doing - but he'd tried everything accessible to him and it didn't satisfy him one bit.
Even playing on his Nintendo switch served no solution to his predicament. It ended up just being the same repetitive games he'd played yesterday - already bored by that as he was with everything else. The background music beginning to sound like a broken record the longer he played resulting in making him groan lowly in frustration as he, ultimately and inevitably, turned it off. The silence filling the room far too quickly afterwards, reminding him of his impending frustration and loneliness. Although, now interrupted by a small huff of annoyance as he stared at the ceiling, the pale white surface staring back it at him blankly - providing no solution, as if it could anyways.
"Jungkookie hasn't come out to eat yet."
The voice Jimin recognised to be Hoseok, his eyes peering at the small crack in the conveniently not fully closed door and listening closely in on the conversation.
"You should check on him, maybe remind him," then Namjoon, from what Jimin could assume, replied offhandedly yet still obviously concerned. This conversation now leaving a fresh idea in Jimin's entertainment-starved brain. A method in order to ease his boredom and neglect from the other members clicking perfectly.
A grin pulled at Jimin's lips wickedly.
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Which is how Jimin ended up outside Jungkook's door, opening it quite slowly and sliding in stealthily, voice lilted with mischievousness as he murmured a little tease of Jungkook's lack of thought and how silly he is for not eating yet.
Only to be ignored.
Jungkook too focused on the TV before him, pixels of characters, guns and a fluorescent setting whizzing by as Jungkook's fingers swiftly moved the controls, tongue bulging in his cheek in an almost frustrated-like concentration, hair tied up for maximum focus. Brown locks tied nicely in a little pineapple, making Jimin's lips twitch into a small smile at the endearing similarity.
In order to catch his attention, Jimin strolled over to the maknae's bed, gathering the covers over himself and resting his head on Jungkook's concentration-tensed shoulder; feeling the others startled jump shortly after.
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