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Three days had gone bysince their little 'incident', neither of them have uttered a single word to eachother, and the silence was slowly hauntingthem both.
It was Saturday - they weredrinkingtheir morning coffee, both in separate tables doing their own things; Jungkookwatching a showandJiminreading a book Yoongi had lethimborrow - 'Island Of The Blue Dolphin," and having read a few chapters, he found it veryintriguing.
A fewhourslater, when Jungkook had fallenasleepon the couch while a korean drama was still loudly playing, and Jimin was sketching an old antique clock Jungkooks brother had gifted him from a yard sale a few yearsback, a quiet knock was heard at his balcony window.
He sighed, thiswasn't new to him considering how he lived right in front of thecitycentreand a lotofyoungpeoplewould pull jokes on him, however they alwaysoccurredinthe middle of thenight where it had moreaffect.
He carefully placed his pencils neatly in their packet before closing it. He wrappedhissmallfingers gently around the baseball bat, just in case, and slowly walked to thewindow. There was another one, which made him jumpand quicken his pace. His handsreachedforthehandle and quickly pulled it, his bat heldhighup.
There was nothing. He let out a sighof relief andattempted to close the window but that was disturbed when a certain silver haired male jumped with a wide grin and shouted, "Boo bitch!"
