Run into Sin | Jikook

⋆Part 6⋆

As sure of himself Jeongguk may of been, sitting besides Jimin now only aids to his nerves.
Jimin sits composed on the couch, as always. He has the coffee table pulled closer to him with books and notepads strewn across, working mindlessly as his eyes drift upwards to the TV every few minutes. They're watching their favourite K-Drama, and Jimin seems to be attempting to balance the two acts together.

Jeongguk watches him carefully, taking sips of his Diet Coke as he does.

He had been confident about the porn contest and after dwelling on the idea for a while, discussing it with Taehyung and Namjoon—he had become convinced that it'd be a worthwhile solution.

But sitting besides Jimin only tears down some of the confidence.

Because Jimin is an enigma, even after living together for five months, Jeongguk hasn't even begin to touch the surface with Jimin. His roommate is guarded and holds his heart close to himself, doesn't like to reveal himself to any person. Jimin barely smiles and when he does, it's around Taehyung and Yoongi when his poise slips.

Jeongguk doesn't think he's ever been a reason behind Jimin's smiles.

He fiddles with the hem of his shirt, not focusing on the dramatic music that starts to play loudly from the TV.

"What's got you so lost in thought?" Jimin asks, snapping him out of his trance.

"Huh?" Jeongguk looks over to him with a slight tug on the side of his lips.

"You seem..." Jimin stops where he's writing notes, waving the hand in the air uselessly. "Just not yourself tonight."

"What's my usual self?"

"Loud." Jimin doesn't waste a second to reply—making Jeongguk snort. "Annoying."

"Forgive me for wanting to be quiet so you can work."

"That's never stopped you before."

"Well, it's your lucky today." Jeongguk drawls the words out, draining the last sip of his soda before putting the can down. He draws his legs up to his chest, resting his head atop.

"Why aren't you out, fucking someone or something? It's a Friday night."

"Tired." He mumbles.

"That's, also, never stopped you before."

"Oh, shut up!" Jeongguk looks up, towards Jimin and lets out a hearty laugh at his roommate's insistent words. "Appreciate that I'm staying in for once and giving you company instead of complaining about it."

"I don't need the company." Jimin's tone is icy but hints of hilarity shines through.

"Yeah, right. You secretly fucking love it."

"You wish." Jimin grabs his pencil case, throwing it in his direction. "Aren't you going to do some work, then? I'm sure you must've gotten an assignment, or something."

Jeongguk shrugs. There's a pile of work that's only growing but he has no motivation to get started, not when his mind remains occupied elsewhere. Concentrating can be a difficult feat for Jeongguk, especially on History and Sociology assignments. Focusing on block prints makes his mind go haywire.

"Nah."

Jimin gives him a look but doesn't speak otherwise.

"Whatever you wanna do, dude."

They sit in silence as Jimin keeps working, flicking through his Psychology books. His eyes seem dulled, holding no real interest as he takes notes. He looks exasperated with himself, with his work.