The Elemental Masters | A BTS Fanfic

-8- Microwave

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"I told you it waS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME!"

"OH MY GOD!"

"For the last time, theY AREN'T ALIVE."

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN THEY'RE NOT PLANNING SOMETHING PURE EVIL."

"OH, COME ON!"

The microwave had exploded.

Again.

Jin was livid. Namjoon was shaking his head. Jimin had his fist shoved in his mouth, struggling to prevent his bottle of laughter from bursting.

Hoseok was grinning freely, waiting for the drama. Yoongi cracked a smile and failed to hide his snicker. Even Taehyung seemed to be having a hard time pulling himself together.

"Jungkook, what the fuck."

Jungkook was frozen.

He was still holding the microwave door and was staring in horror at what was once the machine that was in charge of warming their refrigerated food.

Looking down at his hand, he retracted his arm and his body from the debris, running away as far as he could from the household monster.

Ayda watched the young boy look at the dismantled microwave as if it were on the verge of coming to life and growing a full set of arms and legs, seeking revenge on its killer.

Jin looked at Jungkook, looking suspiciously calm but Jungkook knew better.

"I'm not paying for a new one this time." Jin crossed his arms.

"But hyung, microwaves are expensive! I need to save up for the new iron man action figure and my game!!"

"Not. My. Problem." Jin grit his teeth. "You should've thought about that before you blew the fuse."

"I'm sorry!! It's just that they're so... so... creepy, hyung!" Jungkook threw his hands up.

"To be able to cook food at an insanely fast speed doesn't sit right with me."

"You're the one that can turn yourself into metal and control lightning! You don't sit right with me!"

"Well- All you spend your money on is for useless face masks and treatments! YOU DON'T NEED HUNDREDS OF SERUMS AND OILS! YOU ONLY NEED A COUPLE!!"

Jin gasped. "How dare you! Those masks are essential for perfect skin, but you wouldn't know about that, would you? You prepubescent teenager!"

"I'm 22!"

"Well then act like it!"

"I'm gonna-"

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She stood in the corner of the monastery that they'd arrived at about an hour ago.

Jin and Hoseok had helped her lay her father down on a bed in one of the spare bedrooms down the hall.

The men suggested that they should get to know each other some more and Ayda agreed, seeing as they seemed harmless and meant well.

Right as she was about to ask who exactly these people were, a sharp blast had cut her off.

Now, as she looks at Jin yelling at an unbothered Jungkook and the tiny fire starting to brew around the forgotten bile of metal, she observes the men around her carefully.

Looking at Jin, Ayda saw just how gorgeous he really was.

In the car, she was too preoccupied with the thousands of unanswered questions swimming around in her head to properly comprehend just how beautiful these people were.