"Practice, shower, eat and sleep! That's all we ever do anymore." Jungkook pouts, flopping down on the floor with a dramatic wave of the hand to his temple. His body lays spread out along the polished wooden floor, a thick puddle of sweat surrounding him.
"Stop complaining, you quite literally signed up for this." Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose, even more salt dripping from him—both from the sweat and from his tone.
"Yeah when I was thirteen!"
"What was that?" he snaps his head toward the maknae of the group. Normally he wouldn't care, but after hours of practice, he really didn't feel like putting up with anyone.
"...But that was when I was thirteen, hyung."
"I don't care."
"Aw, don't worry Kook. Namjoon's just upset that he dances like a robotic jello cake." Jin teases, throwing his arms around the nearest person and clinging to him. Jimin, too exhausted to shake him off, just accepts defeat and continues to lie face down.
Jungkook raises his eyebrows, "Did you just call me Kook?—"
"I'm a bad dancer? Me? Have you even looked in the mirror?"
"Of course I have, I'm worldwide handsome."
"More like worldwide bad dancer, haha am I right?" Namjoon slaps his knee and moves to hover his hand over Taehyung in his peripheral, waiting for their hands to collide in an awesome display of brotherhood that can only be expressed by what is known as a 'high five'. Unfortunately, the lone dancer in the room has caught the boy's attention and Namjoon is left 'hanging'.
"No! Taehyung! Don't do this. Not you too. Don't leave me hanging please! SOMEONE HELP."
"I could offer you help with your situation." Jungkook grins at Namjoon while carefully tugging his wrist away from Taehyung who is still as clueless as ever.
Namjoon eyes him suspiciously, his palm still perpendicular to the floor, "what's the catch?"
Jungkook's eyes sharpen like a hawk, now was his chance: "call me hyung."
"What??"
"Do it."
Namjoon looks around at the other members who are failing miserably at holding in their laughter. His eye twitches.
"You don't have to. You can turn back, close your hand and clutch it, never experiencing the sweet sensation of adrenaline flowing through your palm as you slap it to another's—raw. Skin on skin. Is that what you want? To go on forever as the boy who was always left hanging—"
"I'll do it."
"w-what?" Jimin chokes, lifting his head from the floor and shifting his attention to the situation. "You're going to call Jungkook: hyung?"
"yes."
"But, why?" Jin asks, placing his hand on Namjoon's shoulder, concerned.
"You'll understand one day. Ready Jungkook?" Namjoon holds his stretched out hand by the wrist with his second one and prepares a stance, taking position.
"Since day one." Jungkook smiles, rolling his shoulder muscles and shaking out any fatigue.
Namjoon takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, "thank you for this...". Everyone sucks in the air they're breathing. J-hope has stopped dancing, Taehyung has snapped out of it, Jin has stopped looking in the mirror and even Yoongi has stopped sleeping: the world has their eyes on this very moment. This point of time may very well cause the end of the world as we know it. Meteors might start falling on the Earth, Kim Jong Un may declare war on the USA, or Trump might even delete his twitter account—all because of this. "...hyung."
"oh shit." Jimin whispers.
"he just..." Taehyungs jaw drops.
"wow." Yoongi says sarcastically, falling back asleep.
"OKAY JUNGKOOK I'M READY.", he spreads his legs out into a wide squat to gain stability.
"OKAY, I'M COMING" Jungkook begins to sprint up toward Namjoon, full speed with as much accuracy as he can. He spreads his arm out, letting a long, drawn out war cry as he opens his palm out to the air.
"AHHHHHHHHHH" Namjoon joins his war cry, closing his eyes as he prepares for the hit.
It never comes.
"I dOn't CaRe." Jungkook recites sarcastically, using his own words against him.
"oof." Jimin winces.
Jin agrees, "yikes."
"Dinners on Namjoon, everyone" J-hope finally joins in the conversation, a wide grin on his face at seeing his fellow 94er get done up by the maknae. To make the matter worse, Taehyung high-fives Jungkook, the sound echoing through the room. Hauntingly.
Namjoon bows down in defeat, his head moving forward and hitting the floor. He balls up his fist, banging it against the wood, "I hate all of you."
"No you don't~" they all sing, one by one jumping on top of his back and laying down on one another in a huge mass of bodies like tradition.
End of Chapter 1~
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Incase you didn't know of Namjoon's ongoing issue.
