The Kims

CH 23 - Familiarity

This morning felt raw, awfully quiet yet lively. The boys acted as usual per se, while Jungkook himself felt alone, timid, and empty. He really didn't want to be the person to drag on the topic itself for too long but he couldn't help but frown and wallow away. Yoongi noticed the suden change in the poor boy, his shrunken shoulders and pouty lips said it all.

Jimin stood outside their dorm, shouting, "Guys hurry! The elevator is going to close in a matter of seconds."

Hoseok bolted out the front door due to fear of them shutting close, hoping he'd make it in time to be with everyone. Yoongi grandpa-jogged his way towards the elevator. All three of them; a grumpy blonde, an exhausted raven-haired, and the jumpy ginger eyed a sluggish Jungkook who kept styling his hair in front of the bathroom mirror.

"Um, go without me, I'll be a while!" Jungkook yelped back.

Jimin didn't hesitate to push the button for the elevator doors to close. "Don't you think you could've waited?" Yoongi asked as he narrowed his eyes to a nonchalant Jimin.

"What, he said to go on without him. The least we could do is give him some space. After all, heartbreak is not that easy to get over," Jimin reassured as he explained with such ease. He describes the situation so matter of fact, almost as if he's experienced this so-called "heartbreak."

Hoseok's brow arose in pure curiosity, inquiring the blonde mockingly, "Who hurt you?"

Yoongi tsked at Jimin, "Who'd ever break up with you? Let alone hurt you. Your aura exudes flower crowns and pixie dust."

"That's debatable!" Hoseok continued, "Have you ever seen Jimin move? He's a dancing God, he looks pretty hot if you ask me."

Jimin's jaw dropped, not at all fixated on the compliment. "You've seen me dance?"

Hoseok proceeded to nod as he wrapped an arm around Jimin's shoulder. "You're a sexy beast, I tell you, it's scary but I like it."

"Sh-shut up!" Jimin turned to the side in diffidence, blushing profusely as he eyed the ground before him.

Hoseok continued to tease the hell out of Jimin with a teary-eyed Yoongi laughing besides them. Meanwhile, Jungkook kept combing over his bangs. Wishing he'd get a haircut soon, just to get over his coconut head situation.

"I'm not a coconut!" Jungkook protested, whirring in dismay as he continued to fix his problem.

Sorry.

He ultimately found a way to appear in which is the biggest understatement known to man kind. His bangs parted on each side, leaving a visibly minute entryway to ogle at the minimal forehead skin he managed to reveal.

Jungkook ran to the doorway, locking it from behind him then towards the elevator. He waited for its doors to open and welcome him in with its serene display of elevator tunes that seemed to always be on loop 24/7. Though, those calming thoughts ceased to continue as the doors separated from one another.

His fingers tightly gripped onto his school bag, his knuckles wavering from color to color like Northern lights. He fought the urge to wait for another couple of minutes, so, with the maturity he had left in him, he walked in. Jungkook stood next to the figure he thought he knew. Not well but just enough to get ahold of this individual. 

Taehyung didn't flinch, didn't move a single inch to gape at Jungkook or to make a subtle move on him. He seemed almost bored, like Jungkook is just as ordinary as someone from the flee market. It's been a while since they've seen each other, the least he could do is spare him a glance. 

A twinge of hope couldn't help but arise from within Jungkook. He really wanted something to happen so he'd confirm Taehyung's feelings for what they are. He believes that at this moment, they're just quarreling like every other married couple does.