bug ↠ jikook ✓

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a/n:
@mahtahell has translated this story into persian !
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if you're wondering what the inspiration for this was, there was a bug in my house. the realization that i 100% could not kill that shit if i lived alone, dawned on me. anyways, enjoy!
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it was currently 2:04 am, and jimin had just returned home from his late night (early morning) dance practice. he was, in every sense of the word, fucking exhausted. he was all ready to enter his humble abode, shove some ramen down his throat, and knock out before even getting under the covers.

yet, "why the fuck does it have so many legs?" was his first thought as he closed the door to his apartment with a soft click. his second thought— a much more rational one, in his opinion— was to burn the house down and move out. the third was to kill it.

i need to kill it. jimin stared at the house centipede, leisurely hanging in the corner of the wall. i need to kill this bitch that thinks it owns the place.

the blond sighed, putting his things down on the ground and going to grab a broom in the closet approximately five feet away from the insect.

the centipede moved.

jimin screamed bloody murder, grabbed his things he had just left on the floor, and bolted out the door.

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maybe that bitch does own the place, jimin thought, collecting himself and clutching his heart to stop it from racing out of his chest.

i fucking hate bugs.

two seconds later, he was back staring at his apartment door with new found determination. he wasn't gonna let some tiny disgusting creature win.

"you're gonna go in there, like a man, and kill that thing," he stated. his hand touched the doorknob, "oh my god what if it's touched the doorknob?!" he wheezed, letting go and stumbling back.

jimin made two more attempts, only to realize he really was a chicken at heart. i guess you really are what you eat, he thought bitterly, continuing to stare at the door that separated him from that tiny-demon-hell-spawn of a creature.

this is hopeless. i might as well move out! i'm sure hoseok wouldn't mind me crashing on his cou—

"uh, not to be weird, but why are you staring at that door?" an unfamiliar voice asked from behind jimin.

jimin had lived in this apartment complex since he started college—three years to be exact; yet, he didn't recognize the (highly attractive) male when he turned around.

"uh, not to be weird, but who are you?" he retaliated.

the taller blew his black hair out of his face, "'m jeon jungkook— just moved in. live right next to this apartment you're standing in front of, actually."

jimin stared blankly at him, "someone moved in?"

"yeah... didn't you see the boxes and shit?" he muttered, raising a brow at the blond.

"...no." damn, i really am never home. yet the first time i am, this bug is here!

jungkook coughed at the bland response, "and you are?"