#MARCH2011
"I HEARD Namjoon hyung wanted me in the training room?"Mingzhu hears as she glances up to see Jungkook walk into the room, looking around at the group of people sat. Seokjin, Yoongi and Hoseok were sat together, whilst Jimin was closer to Mingzhu.
She was sat with her back pressed against the wall and looks back down to continue fiddling with her sweatpants strings as Jungkook takes a seat in the middle of her and Jimin. He places his hands on his knees, sat in anticipation.
"What's going on?" he asks, tilting his head in curiosity as he turns his body to face Mingzhu. She shrugs, "Who are we waiting for?" he asks and she shrugs again. "Do you not know?"
"I'm not shrugging just for fun Jungkook. It indicates that I don't know." She emphasises her words, annoyed and slides away from him across the bench. The strings on her sweatpants had now been dropped after she quickly lost interest in fiddling with them and moved onto something else.
"Okay, fine... I only asked 3 times." he mutters to himself, deciding not to push any further. Jimin throws an arm around Jungkook's shoulder and soon they swiftly fall into a conversation.
Mingzhu sat in silence, taking comfort in the quiet chatter from the other people in the room, including Yoongi, who accidentally caught Mingzhu's eye. He quickly diverted his glance, being the first to break eye contact awkwardly. She raised an eyebrow. Yoongi wanted to avoid her at all costs, although still feeling the stare on him directed from her.
"What's all that about?" Hoseok asks with a slight suggesting tone in his voice as he glances between Mingzhu and Yoongi.
"What's all what about?"
"Playing dumb isn't cute on you, Yoongi." Seokjin remarked. He'd be stupid to not notice the painfully obvious stare Mingzhu directed at Yoongi. Anyone could see it. To be more accurate, it was more of a glare, than a stare.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Yoongi blinks, pretending to be confused. Seokjin sighs and Hoseok shrugs, deciding to accept the fact that Yoongi wouldn't budge. They, of all people, knew that when he doesn't want to talk, he will not talk.
"Anyways, let's go sit over there." Seokjin says with a smile on his face, lifting his finger to point across the room. Hoseok knew what he was doing and slowly starts to grin. "Good idea, hyung." He adds, both of them getting up from their seats.
"What? Why?" Yoongi stammered, laughing awkwardly. He didn't move an inch from where he was sat. There was no way that he would ever voluntarily sit next to Mingzhu, after completely embarrassing himself.
"Why would we not?" Hoseok questions with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile on his face, enjoying the sight of a bewildered Yoongi.
"I'm just... comfortable here and—" he responds with hesitation, before his sentence gets cut off by Jungkook.
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ZHANG MINGZHU. 𝖻𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋
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