Forever Highschool Sweetheart || Jinkook

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Seokjin backed up further into the kitchen, his hands held out in front of him as the younger male continued to stalk on him like a prey. "Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook- w-wait. There's food in here and we just finished cleaning!"

Jungkook nodded in thought, eyes darting around the room as he looked for something to throw. Opening the fridge, all the while making sure to glance at Seokjin from time to time, Jungkook scanned the items inside. One of the things his eyes fell on was yogurt. That'll work.

"Fine, fine. But, I'm getting a snack." Jungkook held back a smirk, pulling out the large tub of yogurt and setting it on the counter, shutting the fridge door.

Near the back of the kitchen, Seokjin eyed him skeptically, but rolled his eyes nevertheless. "You have to pay for that." Seokjin stated, turning around and opening the silverware drawer, looking for two spoons. After saying that, he mumbled, "But what they don't know wont hurt them."

Jungkook peeled the lid and plastic wrap off of the yogurt container. It was thirty two ounces, flavored blueberry, with little chunks of actual blueberries. Ah, this was going to feel so good.

As soon as Jungkook saw Seokjin lifting his head, he quickly blurted, "I need a pair of latex gloves and a large ladle." Hearing the elder male sigh and continue looking, he bent over and started untying his shoes. Once untied, he pried them both off of his feet and quietly tip toed over to the entrance of the kitchen, softly setting them outside.

With a devilish grin, he made his way over to Seokjin, not forgetting to grab the yogurt on his way. Jungkook leaned over Seokjin, his heart rate picking up as he held the container over Seokjin's head. Here goes nothing, he thought as he began tipping it.

Seokjin gasped, turning his head to the side when he felt the cold substance. Though, when the yogurt spilled on the side of his face, he looked back down and shouted. "Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing?! Get that off of me!"

Jungkook backed up cackling, carelessly dropping the container on the counter as he ran over to the kitchen entrance, half-hiding behind the door.

Seokjin backed away from the drawer, standing up straight and facing where Jungkook stood. He brought his hand up to his face, wiping at his left eye, where a hefty amount of yogurt was dripping from his hair to his neck. He shuddered when he felt yogurt fall from the back of his head to the ground, the sound disgusting him as it hit the floor.

"I'm going to kill you." Seokjin stomped over to the fridge, practically ripping it open as he huffed. Grabbing the mustard and ketchup, which were overstocked anyway, Seokjin ran out of the kitchen after Jungkook.

"Seokjin, we just cleaned out here! We didn't clean the kitchen full-"

"Bitch it's too late for apologies or getting me to leave you clean." Seokjin smirked, taking slow steps around the circle table. On the other side of the table, Jungkook shook his head frantically. "Oh yes, yes it is little boy. Get your ass over here!"

Jungkook laughed, going to the left, then the right when Seokjin mirrored his movements. "No! You're gonna stain my clothes!' Jungkook whined with a smile, making sure his steps were well thought out.

Seokjin uncapped the mustard under the table as he kept his knees bent, making sure Jungkook's eyes were on his. "Jk, I don't need to come over there to get you." Seokjin grinned, bringing the mustard into vision and squeezing the bottle tightly, a long string of the yellow condiment hitting Jungkook and the table between the two.

Jungkook stood tall in defeat, hanging his head with a happy smile as the mustard hit his hair, cheeks, neck, and clothes. Technically, he knew he could easily flip the situation, but the proud smile Seokjin wore while covering him in the condiment was worth the outfit being ruined.

Poor Taehyung. Though, he knew Taehyung would be happy he got something out of wearing something fancy-ish. Besides, the male would probably say 'good thing you still have the suit.'

Once the bottle began making air-like sounds, Seokjin tossed it to the ground with a pout. His sadness was short lived when he spotted the ketchup sitting in the middle of the table. A grin slowly spread back on his face, the male reaching out to grab it.

"No!" Jungkook shouted, throwing himself on the table and grabbing the bottle, smearing the mustard all over the table as he did so. He wasted no time in flicking the cap open, copying Seokjin's previous actions.

Laughter filled the empty restaurant as the two boys fought over the ketchup bottle, both of the boys flipping the bottle around every chance they got. Ketchup was getting everywhere. On the carpet, tables, the two boys, seats, even the walls.

To say they were having fun would be an understatement.

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"Seokjin. It's one am in the morning, do you think I want to be here? At this hour?" Namjoon scolded, his arms spread wide as he held his glare on the two. In front of him, the two boys sat on a table, which was covered in so much food and condiments, it was disgusting.

The room looked as if it had a thick layer of sauces and food on nearly every surface! And the boys had the audacity to giggle!

Even as Namjoon scolded and raised his voice, they were repressing giggles. Their heads were hung low, but they looked up every once in a while to meet Namjoon's eye.

"This isn't a joke! I should be at home sleeping! Seokjin, you're going to be fired, I hope you know that. Both of you are going to have to pay for the food you destroyed, probably some property, and clean this shit up." Namjoon put his hand on his hip, clenching his jaw.

Jungkook's head shot up at that. "No way! We don't have the money for all-"

"Jungkook, don't even open your mouth right now. I don't want to hear anything come out of either of your mouths. Reflect on what you've done. When you're done, I want you to strip outside, put your clothes in the trash bag I've got, and then get in the car. Am I understood?" Namjoon tiredly rubbed at one of his eyes, a loud, drawn out sigh leaving his lips.

Seokjin raised his hand, in fear of being yelled at. "May I keep my underw-"

"Oh for fucks sake, I thought that was obvious. Do not take off your underwear! I have robes in the back seat." Namjoon turned around, pausing in the door way. He lingered there for another minute, just thinking, before he shook his head and walked out muttering, 'Fucking hell.'

Seokjin turned to Jungkook with a guilty expression. "I'm sorry. I'll clean it all up and-"

"Gross, no! I started it, you don't need to be sorry." Jungkook shoved Seokjin off the table playfully, a nervous smile on his face as he did so. "We should probably get outside though. Who knows? Maybe the cameras stopped working and they won't know who did it."

Seokjin laughed, shoulders shaking as he grabbed Jungkook's arm with his sauce covered hand, pulling the male next to him as he walked towards the doors. "Yeah, doubt that. Let's worry about the consequences tomorrow, because I, for one, am tired."

Jungkook shook his head with a smile, trying not to think about the consequences. He only hoped the cameras went dead or that the owner of the restaurant was generous.
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New slushy idea: FREEZE THE LEMONADE IN ICE CUBES AND SUB THE WATER CUBES FOR LEMONADE CUBES THEN POIR IN THE LEMONADE AND THE LEMONADE ICE CUBES IN BLENDER AND BAM!

I took a video of myself falling off my bed. Then I sent it to people without context.

ALSO I LITERALLY LOVW MadisonA418 this double update is for the gorgeous person because??!!? Um?? She literally has been helping me through some shit without knowing it AND TBATS KIND OF HER. I love you sm :) here's the emojis: 🥺🥰🥳🌹🌹💜💜

Okay have a lovely week and drink your water or youll be a fish on land.