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Chapter 9

Jimin wasn't going to wait for Taehyung to decide to end his game, that could last hours, so he headed straight for Jungkook's room, the source of the strong depressive music, a complete collection of the most miserable songs one could find in the Korean language.

Shit, what the hell was wrong with him now?

Jungkook's room was generally a mix of neon lights between violet and blue, he loved things illuminated as a bar although he detested bars. And he was a simple boy, his room only had a double bed against a corner of the wall which was decorated with posters of different animes and some own paintings in a perfect and aesthetic order, a huge television on a piece of furniture full of folders and books, in general about art, and a desk with a computer and his huge graphic tablet. He of course was sitting there, raising his head as soon as Jimin entered because the desk was literally next to the door in the corner. Bare chest and the tattoo on the right side of his chest displaying like pure art, defined muscles being a plus to the sight but it was hard to take him seriously with his bangs held up with a pink hair tie, looking like a plant.

"What do you need?" Jungkook asked arching an eyebrow, which were more visible than ever, he seemed too serious to looking that dumb.

Jimin burst out laughing.

Jungkook pursed his lips and shook his head, he wasn't for this shit today, so he very dignifiedly refocused on his Moving Image project, which he had to present on Monday and it was being harder than he expected, especially because he remembered being very asleep in the lectures where they had talked about this and the whole basis for doing so. But while getting frustrated with that, he was keeping his mind away from what really frustrated him and had sent him to do all the tasks he had in his life.

He already cleaned his room, washed clothes, wrote a ten pages essay and even replied emails from sponsors.

"Why do you have your hair like that?" Jimin asked, barely containing a laugh.

"Because I look great," Jungkook raised two fingers in peace and pursed his lips. Jimin laughed again and a smile grew on his lips because of that, as he looked back at the monitor.

"Seriously, cut your hair already," Jimin told him as he did every day when Jungkook was fighting his bangs all the time.

"I already told you that I'm waiting for Noona Irene to return from Daegu," Jungkook repeated the same old response, tired of explaining that he didn't trust other hairdressers since... that.

Jungkook had a small cringe attack that made him squirm with shame.

"Oh right, coconut head!"

Dammit.

Well thank you, Jimin, now he was having clearer memories of that. Ugh, go away, go away.

"Bye Jimin," Jungkook dismissed him with his hand.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad Jungkookie"

"It's been two years and you still remind me that thing, believe me it was bad"

Jungkook still didn't understand how on earth he had allowed someone to do him that or how on earth he had survived his last year of high school looking like a damn coconut. The teasing of his own friends were the worst of all, Jungkook began to call Jimin short for his own defense of that.

"But you boom-boomed a girl anyway," Jimin shrugged, leaning on the door frame arrogantly.

Jungkook still didn't know how he accomplished that either.

And he scrunching his nose. "Boom-boomed? What the fuck? That's a euphemism, bro. I jingle-jangled her"

Jimin laughed loudly, almost rolling on the ground, and it was impressive how quickly his mood of the day changed. Jimin really had that power over anyone.