[ TW: ed. pls don't read & just skip this chapter if this topic is something that is triggering for you. also remember & keep in mind that jimin is a real person & he did experience things related to body image problems so be mindful & sensitive of what you're commenting ]
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"AT this rate, I might die before I even get to debut." Jungkook groans, his body limp on the floor and Mingzhu watches him. To be honest, she felt exactly the same. After having to walk through the absolute cold yesterday because of her mother, she still hadn't fully recovered and was now ill. As well as that, dance practice didn't really help. She simply sat on the bench in silence, watching the others... she was tempted to say something snarky to Jungkook but decided against it because she felt kind today. Jimin walks into the room back from the bathroom and Mingzhu noted how that was the 3rd time this hour."Yeah, and then the debt will be passed on to your family." Taehyung jokes.
"What debt?"
"If you die, the company will go banging at your door and force your family to pay it all off." Jungkook's eyes widened at this.
"You idiot. When you die, do you think the company's first thought is to go banging on your door?" Minghzu rolls her eyes with a judgemental look painted all over her face. Sometimes things like this really makes her consider leaving the group.
"Okay, sorry." Jungkook mumbles with attitude and as she was about to threaten him, she notices Jimin in the corner of her eye leave the dance practice room already. Taehyung averts his attention to him too when realising her staring over there.
"Where are you going?" Taehyung suddenly asks, clearly seeming to catch him off guard since he turns around with a parted mouth.
"I'm just going to the.. gym." he hesitates.
"After a dance session already?" Taehyung questions.
"Yeah, I won't have time to go later anyways so may as well go now." Jimin blurts before quickly leaving, not giving him any time to say another word. Taehyung and Mingzhu glance at each other with doubtful looks.
He has plenty of time to go later since his schedule is free for tonight, he's simply choosing to overwork himself.
"Why are you staring at the door as if Jimin was your long lost love that just left you?" Jungkook snickers, making Taehyung snort in amusement, the mood swiftly lighting up again.
Jungkook. That brat. Mingzhu sighs. He thinks that he can annoy her as much as he wants now that they've known each other for longer. Idiot. She never thought she'd say this, but she would rather have the old, clingy Jungkook right now. She misses that Jungkook. He's getting too comfortable now.
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