bisect my angle

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author's pov

tzuyu groans in exasperation.

"WHHHYYYYYY???" she whines at how the abundant space she has now will be limited.

she crouches down putting a hand on her head, thoughts ran wild, how was she going to manage? cramped in one side? where would all her work go? what if the roommate also took a heavy craft course??

"juwi?" jungkook calls from the bed, he had awaken. he glances at the tv and mumbles an "ooo," before going to tzuyu who was visibly upset.

"are you okayyyy?" he shakes her. she remained unresponsive until he crouched down to her level, his face suddenly inches from hers.

"sTOoP DOinG tHAT,"

"doing what?"

"going so close to my face," tzuyu walked away from him, opening her closet which appeared tidy compared to the rest of her room that had some piles of fabric scattered on the floor for her project.

jungkook snickers, "why, is it because I'm too attractive? you might fall for me, huh?" he said cockily, tzuyu turned around to glare at him, as if she didn't want him to go on about how she liked him before.

"no stupid, your breath stinks, go wash up will you?"

she retorted bitterly, busying herself in her closet. although she meant it, there was an underlying reason as to why she didn't want him so close to her face.

jungkook stood there in disbelief for a while and headed toward her small bathroom. he brushes his teeth with the toothbrush he's left there while tzuyu changes from her pajamas to clothes that were more appropriate for when going outside.

"is that my white t-shirt?" jungkook says as he wipes his face with a towel, closing the door behind. she was wearing an oversized white tee, tucked in black sweats, a lazy fit.

"yeees, you've got plenty so I'm using it," tzuyu sticks a tongue out at him.

it was the norm between the two, raiding each other's closets. . using each other's clothes,,,, one time jungkook tried to fit in one of tzuyu's skirts and it ripped.

jungkook inspected her closet, checking if she's stolen any other pieces from him. there were quite a few.

"you stole my bANANA HOODIE?????" he asked, a hint of shock straining his tone. "I was looking for it for ages!!" he turns to look at tzuyu who was heading for the door,

"I use it for home cOCONUT HEADASSs!, besides, you barely wear any other shade than grey or black," she reasons before explaining her departure,

"where are you heading?" jungkook peers from her closet, bringing out a couple of skirts, plaid, a-skirts, mini skirts. .

"coffee. I am stressed, I need my caffeine to calm myself.- and HEY! don't go ripping my skirts again, you–"

"yes I won't!!!!, my waist–," jungkook puts a hand on both of the sides of his waist, accentuating his figure under the big fabric he was wearing,

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"–is snatched," he grins, and tzuyu pretended to laugh at him, face barely amused. "okay shoo, I'm gonna have my runway," he orders and she sneers at him, this is my dorm– bold of him to make me leave like this

"you want anything?" asking, before finally departing.

"I don't drink coffee but you can get me a tall-sized hot guy with–" she closes it before listening to what he was going to say. chuckling, she heads down the stairs, shaking her head, ah– here we go again.