"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Jimin said at his back and opened the bathroom cabinet in search of alcohol while Jungkook was watering the cut, it was apparently deeper than he thought and it burned. "Here, press it," he handed him a piece of cotton soaked in alcohol.
"Ouch!" Jungkook complained and slapped his hand, pressing it himself.
"Well idiot, if you weren't such a dumbass"
"Shut up," he mumbled and checked himself in the mirror.
Fuck
This was bad, so so bad.
"It's not that bad"
"It looks like I got herpes!"
Jimin stifled a snort. "It's not"
"Then why are you laughing"
Jimin didn't try to explain himself and left the room, Jungkook heard him giggle and rolled his eyes. What an ass.
Okay, apparently the get the girl somehow mission was canceled.
He was going to die alone.
And sad.
And with fake herpes.
And death with people thinking he died because of his fake herpes.
People were going to remember him as The Herpes Guy with Tattoos, adding an urban legend about how he got herpes because he tried to tattoo his own lip.
That wasn't cool.
He liked more the death for a house fire.
Jungkook dragged his feet to his room, he had to look now for some face mask.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to skip classes and hid myself with my herpes but I can't so I have to wear this," he showed a black face mask from a drawer of his desk.
Jimin frowned. "What? No, idiot, it doesn't look like herpes"
"Because you know it's not herpes"
"That too but for real, man, you look still good," and he didn't stop to look at his displeased face.
And there he was again between his clothes making his eye twitch, he hated people touching his things and especially DOING THAT.
"Damn okay man but don't throw them like that to the closet," Jungkook scolded him, taking his clothes, they were going to end full of wrinkles. "Gosh, you have to fold them," he grumbled while folding the throw shirts.
Jimin shot him a judging look. "I'm going to ignore that," he said and opened the left side of his closet, it was in perfect state with neatly folded clothes in the shelves and hanging shirts and jackets ordered by color, the real wet dream of a mom. "Why do you have all these shirts and never wore them?" he asked, with his hands going through the hanging pieces of cloth.
"Birthday presents, I think," Jungkook answered after glancing at it, going to the bed to fold better a pair of oversized grey sweatshirts. His mom taught him this super cool method and he wasn't telling everyone he knew a cool method to fold clothes, he could be a loser but not an idiot.
(a/n: he IS an idiot too)
"Yeah, dumbass, I gifted this to you in 2017, thank you for wearing it," Jimin said sarcastically, showing a black with white small details shirt.
Jungkook looked at it and shook his head. "It's not my style"
"Exactly?" Jimin remarked obviously.
What the hell did that mean?
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