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<<MARCH>>
Jungkook's Point of View
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>>So, if someone asks where I slept, we'll say I slept on your couch, deal?<<
Jimin mumbles, patting my chest with bored gestures. I sigh and nod. I get it that for now is better if no one finds out. It's best for me, and it's best for Jimin too. I know a few guests in here, being the second son of a rich and famous entrepreneur you have to get to know a lot of famous people
The door bursts open so fucking goddamn loudly. I feel Jimin flinching on his spot in the bed, with his head on my shoulder. We were both still awake, none of us managed to get some sleep, we talked all night. I groan at the noise, and Jimin sits up like a dog whose name is being called, escaping from the arm that I had draped around his shoulders
>>Minie! I couldn't find you! I thought 'where is he??' I even supposed aliens had brought you away from us, and raped you, making you pregnant with their alien babies!<<
Taehyung cried out. Of course, who else could burst into one's room at seven in the morning without knocking, and shouting about alien-rapes. I open my eyes tiredly, and give the boy beside me a glance. He's pouting offended at the other, arms laced on his chest, and crossed legs on the mattress
>>You kicked me out of the room!<<
He exclaims upset at Taehyung, who gasps dramatically
>>ME?? I told you you could join us if you wanted!<<
Jimin jumps up in bed, standing high above the both of us. I roll to the side, pulling the covers over my head, covering my ears with the pillow
>>Can't you both have this conversation somewhere else?<<
I demand with a whining tone. They spare me no attention. Great
>>Taehyung! As if I could accept!<<
I tug the covers off of me, eyeing Jimin with an hard look
>>Why didn't you say would?? Are you implying that if you could've you would've done it?<<
