Coven | BTS 🔞

31| Destructive soul

This sucks.

This sucks.

This sucks.

Why can't I stop thinking about her?

"One day, I hope you don't catch the ball and it hits you in the face," Jimin said, grinning widely.

Immediately, Jungkook stopped throwing the ball at the white plaster above his head and aimed for Jimin's arrogant face instead. He wasn't ready for the boy to actually catch it, but he did, a devilish smile plastered on his face.

Jungkook observed him, disinterested. Jimin was eating a bowl of Cheerios, stuffing spoonful after spoonful of cereals in his mouth. The silver chains dangling from his neck onto his white chest were clicking against the ceramic bowl and the noise was highly annoying.

Jungkook stretched his cramped back, wincing.

"This couch is too small," he complained, looking at his legs that were resting on the armrest because of the lack of space to lie down.

"It's you that's too tall," replied Jimin, eyes stuck on his phone. "Hey! Tinder match! They want to do a foursome, wanna join?"

Jungkook growled as an answer and threw a pillow at Jimin. This time, the boy didn't have the time to catch hit before he received the hit right on his nose. The pillow then ended up on his cereal bow, spilling the content on the table.

"You're dead," Jimin hissed, already running to Jungkook.

The boy charged like a bull, but Jungkook dodged him and Jimin ended up face first into the couch, which got a laugh out of the other. The two of them ran into the kitchen, Jimin yelling and Jungkook mocking his poor attempts to catch him.

The sound of the door, announcing that someone was walking in the house, stopped their combat and the two of them sat on the kitchen counter, pretending that nothing was happening at all.

"What's going on here?" asked a puzzled Namjoon as he walked in, carrying grocery bags, "destroying everything as usual?"

"I knew leaving the two of you alone wasn't a good idea," groaned Hoseok, following Namjoon inside to let himself fall into the couch with a sigh, "please don't destroy my house."

Jin was the next one to come in, gym bag on his shoulder and hair slightly damp from his workout.

"Jimin, the least you could do is put some pants on," he complained, eyeing the almost-naked boy sitting in his boxers on the kitchen counter.

Jimin threw a shady look at his friend as he picked-up a bag of chips and some salsa from Namjoon's grocery bag.

"The least you could do is take a shower before coming in," Jimin retorted, "Seriously I can smell you from here."

Jungkook glared at Jimin, wincing.

"Are you really eating chips and salsa right now? After eating a cereal bowl. How disgusting are you?"

"Hey, you're the one that spilled my cereals, don't judge my diet, it keeps this body in shape, okay?" Jimin groaned, pointing at his perfect abs.

Jin rolled his eyes.

"Jimin, you're disgusting, but we already knew that, and Jungkook, come on man, clean your mess!"

Yoongi's voice was as usual, the voice of wisdom. The man had walked in so silently that the others didn't even notice. He was now sitting in the armchair near the chimney, blankly starring at the boys in the kitchen.

Jungkook held back a curse but in the end,  he listened, wiping the milk off the table with a dishcloth.

"I have something to say," started Namjoon, sitting on the couch beside Jin, his long legs spread on the coffee table, "and it concerns everyone, that's why I called you all here... Wait, where is Taehyung?"