Jungkook walked into his house and saw his mom folding laundry in the living room while watching a movie. He smiled to himself and sat beside her. "What ya watchin'?" He grabbed the remote and turned the volume up just a little bit. "Doctor Who." She smiled as she spoke.
Jungkook looked at the screen confused. He had no idea what was going on right now since he wasn't here when his mother started the movie. He looked at the stone statues on the screen and his eyes widened a bit. "Those are fucking creep...what the hell." He stood up but before he could walk off his mother grabbed his wrist.
"Language, young man." She scolded. Jungkook hugged his mom and apologized as he went up to his room. He sat on the edge of his bed debating if he should text Jimin or not. He thought for a moment and soon decided against it. 'He's probably busy right now anyways.' Jungkook nodded, agreeing with his own thoughts.
He grabbed his art supplies and set them up on his desk, organized and lined up. He turned on his small sketch light for better lighting and began decorating the cherry blossom tree sketch with color and detail.
He got so lost in his art that he didn't even realize it was now 2 in the afternoon. He sighed as he realized he had already wasted most of his day. He stood up and walked downstairs. He guessed his mom had nothing much to do and was trying to pass time when he saw her watching yet another movie.
"How many movies have you watched today?" He asked as he took a hand full of popcorn from the bowl in his mom's hands. "Only 4." She said as she paused the movie so she could talk with her son. "4?! Jesus! Only 4? Mom that's a damn lot." He grabbed a few more pieces of popcorn.
"What is wrong with you?" His mother snapped. Jungkook looked at her, confused. "Your language is terrible today! Did a friend do or say something while you were out that has you like this." She frowned. Jungkook felt a small wave of sadness and guilt wash over him as he looked at his mother.
"I'm sorry..." He spoke with a low voice. His mother sighed and pushed him aside. "Move, I can't see the screen." Jungkook chuckled and ran back upstairs, picking up his phone and texting Taehyung.
Jungkook:
aye fam can i borrow your lawnmower
dipshit:
stop quoting that vine oml
Jungkook:
but i love it! its fucking hilarious
dipshit:
tbh its not that funny and plus vine is dead
Jungkook:
i will find you and i will end you
dipshit:
shrug
Jungkook:
wow the display name i have for you fits perfectly
dipshit:
what is it?
Jungkook:
dipshit
dipshit:
heh the display name i have for you is fucktard soooo
Jungkook:
fair enough
dipshit:
true true
dipshit:
anyways did you have a reason for texting me??
Jungkook:
im bored ;-;
dipshit:
text jimin ;)
Jungkook:
nooo
dipshit:
why not
dipshit:
i know you're fucking whipped for him
Jungkook:
i dont even know him that well
Jungkook:
im not whipped...
dipshit:
well then i have no reason to be talking to you
dipshit:
bye mofo
Jungkook:
AYE
Jungkook:
GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE
Jungkook:
HOW COULD YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS ;o
dipshit:
boi chill
Jungkook:
im out
dipshit:
...ight
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im so hungry but im too lazy to move my laptop off my lap and go make some toast or somethin
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Masterpiece {} Jikook
Fanfiction"I swear you created every masterpiece in this world." Jimin looked around the room in awe. "Wait...but I didn't create you." -Jk Jungkook, a 19 year old artist, falls in love with Jimin the same day he meets him. Yes, another book. Don't kill me...
