One. Time. Thing

Chapter 6

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"That donkey had it out for me!"

"That's cause you screamed every time it went to grab the carrot!" Taehyung laughed as he and Jimin entered the school campus.

Much to Taehyung's disproval Jimin dragged him to some travelling petting zoo in city centre after they had went out for lunch.

Regardless it was actually quite fun (even though they were the only people there above the age of eleven).

"Fat-ass fucker didn't need a fucking carrot anyway!" Jimin seethed.

Taehyung's face straightened, "Bruh uncool... don't fat shame the donkey..."

Jimin's face fell blank at Taehyung's serious tone, before the younger exploded into laughter.

"Oh my god! Your face!" Taehyung snorted pointing a finger at Jimin, who proceeded with both hands to shove Taehyung into the door frame they just walked through.

Jogging a little to catch up with Jimin, who wandered up the corridor a little further, Taehyung extended his hand to Jimin's shoulder.

"Hey, we could still catch some dinner if we rush to the canteen."

"We can if you want...I'm not that hungry right now though." Jimin pouted in thought. "Oh! There's a few cup noodles left in my stash. We could just grab those later, and stock up on vending machine crap?"

"Sweet! Calling dibs on the mild one!" Taehyung blurted, raising his hand for recognition. Jimin rolled his eyes weak ass tastebuds. "Duh."

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The school halls were barely lit at this time, probably some sort of money saving thing (though unnecessary since the place had money out the wazoo).

The faint echo of pop music crawled down the hall, no doubt coming from the boys' destination.

As expected the music amplified when Jimin pushed open the door, though not to loud to disturb any staff in the halls who may take a peek in.

The door opening revealed a slightly less dull room compared to the rest of the school. A roughed up brown leather sofa sat opposite a large but fairly old TV, a few boys were sitting on it immersed in some hyper reality that caused there thumbs to break dance over clutched Xbox controllers.

Coloured bean bags were scattered into social circles littering the floor, no mapped path of avoidance around them. The shifting sound of the beanbags constantly present in the room as girls rolled over them adjusting their positions, reaching for a water bottle that - though seemingly normal, had induced said girls into giggling, hiccuping frenzies.

A few teens sat tucked behind the dated curtains, upon the window ledge. Every so often poking their heads around inspectingly before sucking in another foul breath of tobacco smoke.

In the opposite corner a few old classroom chairs accompanied a forever occupied pool table. A few more teens watched as others played.

"Jimin! V! Come watch Lisa kick Hoseok's at pool." Namjoon hollered across the room, for which he received a deserving smack on the crown from Hoseok.