We Belong Together

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Bang, bang
Think I'm allergic to every other person
You're the one now I'm certain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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"We need to celebrate! Do you know how many hours I spent studying for those papers? Way too many! So I rate we got out and get completely trashed." Jimin had a gleam in his eyes as he spoke with so much passion. He worked his persuasive ways too well, eventually getting Jungkook to agree. 

Jungkook watched as his friend jumped up and down and immediately ran to Jungkook's closet, pulling out what seemed like a hundred clothing options. Jungkook knew there wouldn't be a point, he'd end up wearing a jeans, top and bomber jacket with sneakers like usual. 

But he let Jimin entertain himself while he checked his phone, eyes stuck on the clock as he waited patiently for it to 7PM. He knew that it would be 11AM the next day in Korea, which meant Taehyung would send him a message sometime soon. 

Sticking to the promise he made to himself, he knew he'd talk to Taehyung sometime soon now that finals were over and he had a decent break. 

He watched his notification bar like a hawk, waiting for the familiar name to pop up on his screen and make his day. He looked up at the time every now and then watching how two minutes had passed seven, then 5 and then 8 and then 10 and then- Jimin snacthed his phone out of his hand. 

"Earth to Jungkook! I've been calling your name. You alright man?" Jungkook just nodded and sent the most reassuring smile he could manage, even though he was freaking out inside. Taehyung never failed to send him a message at 7PM, maybe he was earlier, but never later. Is everything alright? Should he call? No he probably shouldn't, surely Taehyung would have a reason for not texting to him. But then again, does he even have the right to say anything about it? 

But Jungkook eventually decided against it, pulling his focus away from his thoughts and giving it to Jimin who was trying to convince him to put on a, what he described as "daddy material", shirt that Jungkook didn't even know he had. He moved over to where Jimin was standing and looked closely at the shirt, suddenly remembering that it was not his. It was Taehyung's. 

He couldn't help but burry his nose in the fabric, getting the faint remanats of Taehyung's scent and feeling a sense of calmness wash over his entire body. He couldn't even be bothered with Jimin's questioning gaze, too entranced by the manly musk with a slight hint of mint scent occupying his nostrils.

He wasn't even sure how long he stayed like that, the shirt pressed to his face, but just remembers the feeling of the shirt being taken out of his grasp. He shot his eyes up at Jimin in a warning before he could take it completely. Jimin lifted his hand up, surrendering to Jungkook and letting him have his claim on the top. How weird. But Jimin didn't bother asking about it, his head too filled with thoughts of partying the night away. 

"Okay Kook, I'm gonna wait downstairs while you get done and... hopefully put the shirt down." Jungkook watched as Jimin left the room, his eyes then trailing down to his harsh grip on the fabric in his hands. He probably looked like a mad man holding a shirt up to his nose in a murderous grip, but Jungkook's done weirder things before. 

Once he'd finally got his fix of Taehyung's scent, he put the shirt down on his desk and quickly grabbed the shirt and jeans Jimin had put out for him as an option, quickly swapping out his sweats and hoodie for the two items. Once they were on, he slipped on a pair of white socks and paired it with his white air jordans. He looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting his t-shirt and grabbing his jacket that was hung over his chair. He pulled it up both his arms and looked at the final product, happy with the way he looks and finally making his way downstairs to meet Jimin.