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ii. (0.5)

jungkook stormed into the living room where the hyung line was (minus yoongi, who has locked himself in his room for no reason) with two pans, and started banging them together to get their attention.

"WHICH *bang* ONE *bang* OF *bang* YOU *bang* MOTHERFUCKERS *bang* STOLE *bang* MY *bang* TWICE *bang* LIGHTSTICK"

the three stayed silent, and looked at each other as if they were asking the others if they were the one that stole it through their facial expressions.

jungkook sighed and threw the pans on the ground. he then went to the kitchen mumbling something along the lines of "i wonder if i should use a butcher knife or grate their faces to death."

the three heard what the maknae said to himself and scampered into seokjin's room in fear.

"lock the door! lock the door!" seokjin whisper yelled to hoseok, who was already two steps ahead of him, placing furniture in front of the door, just in case.

"first of all, was it any of you two that took his lightstick?" namjoon asked.

the two shook their heads 'no' as a reply.

"did you take it?" hoseok asked back, just to make sure.

"OF COURSE NOt-"

"god damnit, we should've listened to yoongi. he knew what was coming ever since jungkook first asked about his lightstick in the groupchat." seokjin said, slightly rolling his eyes.

"don't mind that! we need an escape plan! you know how strong jungkook is!" namjoon said, sweat beads visible on his forehead.

the trio looked at the window in unison.

"should we jump? it's a pretty good move if you ask me. the building isn't that tall." hoseok told the two, right before knocking was heard.

"it's him. be quiet." seokjin whispered as quiet as his voice could possibly get.

"hyungs? please come out! i've found my lightstick! it was under my bed all along! it's fine! you can come out!"

the three looked at each other in confusion.

"oh? he found his lightstick?
let's go outside now then, nothing to worry abou-" hoseok said, walking to the door and trying to remove the furniture he placed before he was interrupted by namjoon.

"are you crazy?! this could be some sort of trap!"

"namjoon-hyung, please, come out! it's fine! i have my lightstick in my hand right now!" the younger told him, placing the quote on quote, lightstick, on the floor, and turned it on.

the three could see a bunch of flashing colorful lights through the bottom of the door frame.

"hm. maybe he is fine now." namjoon exclaimed, moving the furniture out of the way, with the help of hoseok.

seokjin still wasn't convinced that the younger one had already found his lightstick and cooled down.

"there are so many things that can light up a bunch of random colors besides lightsticks. mr. iq 148, i'm disappointed." he thought to himself while staring at namjoon.

seokjin looked back and forth between the window and the two gullible stupidheads that were now unlocking the door with smiles on their faces.

he decided to jump.

"seokjin-hyung, come here! we're unlocking the do-" namjoon said before his jaw dropped at the sight before him.

the window was open.
and seokjin was gone.

"okay, i'm letting you in now, jungkook-ah!" hoseok told the boy on the other side, who was holding a light up baby toy in his left hand, and a knife in his right hand, which he put behind his back.

the moment hoseok opened the door, time stopped for namjoon. he realized what was going on and why seokjin jumped. he sprinted for the window and glanced back for a split second, seeing jungkook grin at him, with the light up baby toy.

"I'M SORRY HOSEOK" namjoon screamed, before throwing himself out of the room, and into the sidewalk.

unfortunately, he landed on his back. but he didn't really care.

"namjoonie!" a familiar voice called out to him.

"ah! seokjin-hyung! you're alright!" he replied.

"...where's.. hoseok?" the older one asked him.

namjoon answered him with a sad smile.

awkward silence filled the atmosphere, until both of their phones got notifications at the same time.

they checked their phones to see what it was.

jimin: i'm sorry jungkook i was the one that took your lightstick