“jeon jeongguk!” jimin’s voice carries through the slightly open door from somewhere out in the living room.

“what!” jeongguk hollers back, not even bothering to glance up from his epic game of world of warcraft.

“come to the liquor store with me!” jimin yells, and jeongguk still doesn’t move a muscle from his belly flopped sprawl on namjoon’s bed.

“no!” jeongguk replies without a beat. he has better things to do than trudge through over a hundred degrees of boiling sun and sticky humidity for god knows what hyung wants now. like pwning bambam at world of warcraft, for example, a task at which he’s accomplishing spectacularly at the moment.

how sweet it is.

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“how come i have to wear the dress?” jimin grumbles, wiggling his hips to swish the hem of the white, haltered marilyn monroe style dress he’s wearing.

“because you’re pretty,” jeongguk replies absentmindedly, attention focused on the math assignment he needs to complete and turn in by tomorrow morning. “now take it as a compliment and hush.”

“but i have abs,” jimin whines, tugging on the skirt to make it go lower.

“irrelevant. you’re still the prettiest.”

the indignity!

so rude!

“disrespect,” jimin pouts, giving up on trying to lengthen the dress and flopping down on the small couch in a huff.

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it’s nearly three o’ clock in the morning, and jeongguk is now the only student left on campus.

the tiny letters and numbers of his math textbook are starting to river dance up and down the page, and jeongguk knows it’s time to call it quits and go home.

there’s only so much studying you can do, before your mental capacities tap off, and there’s just no more learning space left to squeeze in anymore information.

that’s just asking for scholarly suicide.

rubbing his bleary eyes and stretching out the kinks in his back, jeongguk yawns out loud, glancing at the clock hanging above the library double doors one more time.

three o’ eight.

yup, definitely time to go home.

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there are times when jimin really wants to sock jungkook in the face, or preferably where the sun don’t shine for more substantial effect.

he’s not really one for violence by nature, but sometimes jungkook just knows how to push the right buttons and grate on jimin’s nerves until he’s left a fuming mess, fists clenched as he tries to hold back from unleashing his unholy terror upon the unsuspecting kid.

for example, these instances include, and are totally not restricted to, that one time back at the dorms when jimin was lying on his belly in the living room with his lap top settled before him, diligently monitoring their fan sites to keep up to date on how their precious a.r.m.y’s are doing. the little maknae ninja had subtly slid over next to him, so quietly that jimin didn’t even noticed until soft fingers began stroking his hair, tangling into his locks and scratching gently at his scalp.

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