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xviii. weathering inside

xviii.
weathering inside

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crazy = genius
panic! at the disco
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"You.." Jimin grumbles in between his grinding teeth, his glares that were fixated at the man intensifies. "Where's Yoonji?"

"Oh.. You're alive." Taehyung's head slowly turns towards him with a sickening grin before letting out a huge mocking laugh. "Plot twist!"

Oddly enough, the suspecting man stayed in place, he wasn't charging mindlessly towards the two. In fact, no one dared to move a muscle. Taehyung might have noticed he's at the disadvantage, or he might have something hidden under his sleeves. What is he waiting for? Jimin couldn't think of any reason, he just knew one step could blast a land mine.

Namjoon stood still in place while holding a paper, folding it casually. "I suppose you know him?"

Jimin quickly darted his glare towards Namjoon. "What are you talking about?"

Namjoon removes his own spectacles to wipe the dust off of his lens by his handkerchief. "The simpleton who doesn't know a thing or two about knocking before entering."

"You're acting like you don't know him." Jimin only furrowed his brows, still suspicious. "Didn't you let him in?"

"Where would you get that information?" Namjoon wears his now cleaned glasses, adjusting it against his nose. "You think I'd let an imbecile ruin my laboratory?"

"Well, he already did." Jimin scoffs. "I thought you were allies or something."

"Such an interesting thought." Namjoon mumbles as he finally made an airplane out of the paper he was folding — which only earned a weirded-out look from Jimin.

"It is not the time for that—"

"Quit the chit-chat," Taehyung interrupts the two at a distance. "Y'all bore me so much." He snickers before spitting on the floor.

It only aggravated Namjoon.

"How dare you spread your disease within my premises?" Namjoon utters sternly, his voice suddenly strict and an octave lower.

"Oh, what are you going to do about it, huh?" Taehyung laughs in his position. "Wash the whole place?"

Namjoon raises the paper airplane he's holding, grabbing the lighter at the nearby accent table and casually burns the paper.

"Absolutely."

Jimin scowls at the strange action. "How fucking childish are you?"

Namjoon ignored him. Instead, he tossed the paper airplane towards Taehyung's direction as the fire devours it — making the smoke spread around the area.

Once the smoke reached the detectors, a glass wall suddenly drops in front of them. Not long before Taehyung was greeted with a ridiculous amount of spray, catching him off-guard.

Jimin's mouth was left agape in surprise as he watches Taehyung receive harsh blows from the metal spray heads that suddenly appeared from the ceiling.

Reluctantly, he slowly turns his gaze to Namjoon. "That is the disinfection?" He asked with an amused expression as he recalls their chat an hour ago.

"If this area detects smoke, it encloses itself with ballistic glass and disinfects the area outside. I made this room solely for him so he can endanger his lungs without involving me."