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He didn't know how; he didn't know when and he didn't know why, but somehow, Jk managed to fall asleep with the nagging voice at the back of his consciousness. He wasn't even able to drab himself in a blanket or slide down the window.
Even though he wasn't able to do that, he still woke up cuddling an RJ plushy and a Chimmy blanket. When he looked to his side, Jungkook saw that everyone was already awake. They were either checking their phones or eating.
Talking about eating, in front of him stood a tray with omelet, bacon, some garlic bread, a glass orange juice, and some fancy foreign desert.
Didn't he already establish that he didn't like anything fancy?
Well, yes, you did. But only in your head. How would anyone else know?
This caused Jungkook to frown once again. Lucky for him, no one noticed. But they did see that he was awake.
„Ah, Jungkookie, good morning. We didn't know whether you'd wake up on time, but we ordered you breakfast anyway."
He didn't comment on the food; he just asked: „How long was I out?"
There was a small pause before Jimin decided to answer two seats away from him.
„You slept for around eight hours. Only three more to go."
That wasn't as bad as he thought. At least he got some sleep.
Wasting precious time while your hyungs were awake and working.
Working? What could they have been working on?
You're technically saying that they probably weren't working, which means you don't believe they can do anything.
I never said that...
„Hyung?"
„Hm?"
He hesitated. Did he really want to ask? Wouldn't it come off as rude? Jungkook shook his head before subtly looking around.
Even though Namjoon was scrolling through his phone, the book "Map of the Soul - Persona: Our Many Faces" was laying Page down in front of him. Jimin was murmuring English vocabulary, and Hoseok was watching an English 101 video.
„Nevermind..."
Jin scoffed a bit before turning back to the movie he was watching. With subtitles.
You never believe what anyone says. I didn't want to say this, but I told you so.
Without uttering another word, Jungkook took his fork and knife and started eating. Rather slowly, but he was still eating. But something, he couldn't exactly pinpoint what exactly it was, but something wasn't right.
The food didn't taste like what it's supposed to taste like.
Should I ask or-
Do you really want to bother them with something like this? Something as insignificant as this? After they took their time to order your food?
Maybe it's just my stomach and tastebuds. I haven't eaten anything yet anyway...
The young adult didn't let it bother him. For sure, it was just his tastebuds not being used to the taste of all of the food anymore. So he just continued chewing his food.

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