Did you see my bag? [1] || Vkook

8

The next few weeks made Jin's head spin.
Namjoon had decided that the reason Jin was having trouble with chemistry was because he was lacking in math skills, so he put him through a crash course in calculus.
It was hell.
Or wherever Newton and Leibniz currently resided.
"D'you know, I would have never guessed it was because of maths, oganic chemistry gave me so much trouble?" Jin confessed one day.
"No." Namjoon agreed. "And that is why you should stick to the mechanical side of life, whereas I, a true genius, shall unravel the mystery of it all."
"Genius, my foot!" Jin mumbled, "You break everything you touch!"
It was a sore subject since Namjoon, ACCIDENTALLY, broke Jin's lego model of the Millennium Falcon just by standing close to it.
Namjoon decided to ignore the implicated insult and pretend he didn't hear it.
They'd set up a study room at Jin's house and was spending most of their after school hours there, buried in homework and papers and milling to get ahead.
"GUYS!" Taehyung shouted from the hallway, "CAN JIMIN STAY FOR DINNER?"
"WHO'S JIMIN?" Jin shouted back.
"My new friend." Taehyung appeard in the doorway and a little kid peaked out behind him, "Hi, I'm Park Jimin." the little one said.
"Hi, of course you can stay, if it's ok with your parents?" Jin said, noticing the slightly disheveled look of the boy, "What happened to you?"
"Some kids were being mean to him." Tae explained, "But I shooed them of with my mighty roar."
"Meow." Jimin mewled, making Namjoon sputter out a laugh.
"And I told his mom he was coming home with me since she had night classes, and she was ok with it of course. I am her favourite student after all." Tae fanned himself.
"Oh, Mrs Park!" Jin said, "The art teacher, nice to meet you Park Jimin, I'm Kim Seokjin, but everybody calls me Jin, and you can too." Jin stood up and shook the little one's hand.
Namjoon strode over at streched ot his hand as well, "Hi, I'm Kim Namjoon."
"Park Jimin, Park Jimin." he shook both their hands respectively, "Nice to meet you."
Jin ruffeled the kids' hair, "You'll have to fend for yourselves for a while, I need to finsh a paper before dinner and Namjoon has some vErY imPOrTanT calculations to do, would that be ok?"
"Of course, Misters Kim! We won't trouble you at all!" Jimin assured them.
"I bet." Jin mumbled.
"Come on." Tae pulled Jimin with him, "Let's go play some video games!"
"Naw, Tae brought home a stray." Namjoon swooned.
"That would not be the first nor the last time that has happened." Jin muttered and resumed his work. "This one though..." he shook his head.
"Yeah. They're gonna get in all sorts of trouble." Namjoon agreed.

An immense ruckus drew the older boys out from their studying, and up the stairs.
"What are they doing?" Namjoon was truly puzzled.
Tae and Jimin were trotting around in front of the tv at an incredible pace, waving their arms around in what, at first, seemed like completely random moves but later turned out to be some sort of repeated choreography.
"Don't know," Jin admitted "but they look like two monkeys on speed..."
The two boys suddenly stopped in time with the ruckus, turned to eachother and screamed, "What the fox say?!" and then started to jump around to the weird music that resumed.
"Ding, ding, ding, di-ding-di-ding!" they screamed in unison with was was playing.
"It's kinda catchy." Namjoon was tapping his foot along to the beat.
"Hmph." Jin turned and went down to the kitchen with Namjoon following.
"Let's order some spicy chicken and stuff," Jin suggested, "I'm too tired to cook and I couldn't focus in this noise anyway."
"Fine by me." Namjoon shrugged, "But would you at least let me pay for it this time? I feel like I'm mooching off of you all the time!"
"No! Don't feel like that! It's just, well, I have money, and you are a student, and,"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm poor."
"Would it make you feel better if we looked at it as a tutor fee or something?" Jin clasped his hand over his mouth, "OMG, I should totally be paying you, shouldn't I?"
"NO!" Namjoon took Jin's hands, "I don't know about you, but I consider you my friend by now? Friends help eachother out, that's what friends do."
"Exactly!" Jin said with a firm shake of Namjoon's hands, "And that is why you'll let me pay for our food from now on." he looked him in the eye. "And yes, I would definitely say we're friends."
"Are you snogging?" a curious voice was heard, "It's totally cool if you are, I just wouldn't want to break anything up, or anything?" Jimin was peeping round the corner.
Jin let go of Namjoon's hands, "No we're not 'snogging', what are you, brittish?"
"Kinda." Jimin said and entered the kitchen, "My dad works there."
Jin stroked his eyebrows with his fingers, "Did you need anything, or?"
"Yeah, it's just, Taehyung sent me down for some sodas? I hope that's ok?"
"OF COURSE THAT'S OK!" Jin shrieked and surprised everyone, including himself, "Sorry! I guess I'm a bit on the edge today, have a paper due tomorrow..." he trailed off and fetched two sodas from the fridge and handed them to Jimin.
"Oh, thanks!" Jimin said and fled the scene, "TAEHYUNG, I THINK YOUR BROTHER WAS SNOGGING NAMJOON IN THE KITCHEN!" he yelled on the top of his lungs, stomping up the stairs.
"I'm dead, aren't I?" Jin said, staring at the ceiling.
"Totally!" Namjoon was wiping tears of laughter off his eyes.

"What do you mean, they were snogging?" Taehyung interrogated Jimin as soon as he came upstairs.
"They were holding hands and were all like 'Friends help eachother out', and 'let me pay for the food' and stuff." Jimin gave one soda to Tae and spilled himself out on the couch with the other in hand.
"Yeah, but that sounds more like they're actually friends to me." Tae said and folded himself down on the floor.
"Maybe." Jimin agreed, "But wouldn't it be hot if they were actually snogging?"
"Ew. No!"
"What? You don't like the gay stuff?"
"It's not that, it's just... he's my brother! Ew. I don't want to think about him snogging anyone!" Tae shivered at the thought.
"Yeah, but he's gonna! Your brother is hawt!" Jimin nodded.
"He is?"
"Yeah, totally!"
"Is this going to be weird, you thinking my brother is hot?" Tae worried.
"Again with the gay stuff! Do you have a problem with that?" Jimin's round, curious eyes pierced Taehyung's soul, challenging him to answer truthfully.
"No. I don't know? I've never really thought about it." Tae confessed.
"Well, my mom says that love is love and that you should embrace it if you're ever lucky enough to come across it." Jimin nodded, once, firmly.
Taehyung pondered the idea for a while, and came to the conclusion that, "Actually, that rings kinda true, but I don't think snogging in the kitchen automatically means it's love?"
"Maybe not, but it's a good start!" Jimin said convincingly, nodding his head.
They sat in silence for a while.
"So, my brother's hot, huh?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Do you know who else is hot?" Tae asked.
"Kim Sari!" they said in unison and started laughing.
"She's like," Tae waved his hands about, "totally perfect, I mean..."
"Those legs!" Jimin pretended to pant.
"Yeah! And she's like, totally unaware!"
"I know!"
"Do you think she would ever make out with one of us?" Tae wondered.
"Who knows how theese things work?" Jimin said, "How would you ever get someone in that position to begin with?"
"Well, according to you, you hold their hands in the kitchen..." Taehyung suggested, and they both laughed.

Friday night came along an Jin was actually alone in the house for a change.
Taehyung had gone to Jimin for a sleepover, Jin felt mercy for his poor mother but was eternally grateful as well, and Namjoon had been more or less forced by the faculty to attend some schmooze party for the young and gifted.
Jin had almost passed out when he realised Namjoon was two years younger than him, even though he'd turned seventeen a couple of months ago.
Jin had yet to reach nineteen. December was a crappy month to be born in. At least he wasn't born on the 30th like, Taehyung, who always wished their mother could've just, clenched, for another thirty-six hours or so. But, alas, he was destined to always be the youngest of his peers.

Could he actually do this? he wondered. Was he actually up for this?
These questions kept crashing in on the shores of his mind, over and over again.
No one could do this for him.
He had to be the one to make it work.
He had to be the one to find the strength to push through.
It would not come without sacrifice, that much was clear, he would have to put his personal life on the back burner, and focus on taking care of school and Taehyung.
He didn't think he'd have the emotional bandwidth to pursue someone romanticly, hell, he didn't even have someone he wanted to pursue that way. He didn't really know anyone. And he got shy, just thinking about, flirting, or whatever you had to do, to, you know, get close to someone. Or whatever.
He turned over on his stomach, to get away from his discomfort thinking about it, and decided to leave that whole thing for later in life.
"Obviously, I'm not ready for a relationship." he said out loud. If he couldn't even think about it without getting uncomfortable, it wasn't something he should do right now.
"There. Decided." He patted himself on the shoulder. "Problem solved."
Now there was just the responsibilities left to think about.
Medschool was, hard.
Taking care of Taehyung wasn't really hard, he realised, they made do pretty well on their own, and Tae had developed a real knack for cleaning and keeping things neat around the house. It was more, the responsibility itself that weighed down on him.
However, that wasn't something he was willing to negotiate. He would take care of his brother period. There was no other solution he could ever be comfortable with, so there. Problem solved.
So, medschool.
Was he crazy thinking he could do this right now?
Maybe.
But seriously, wouldn't medschool have been hard even if?
Probably.
Maybe not just as hard, but hard.
"All I have to do is pass."
That's all. In and of it self no small feat, but he didn't have to ace every test, he didn't have to be at the top of the class. He just had to pass.
Could he?
Yes.
He actually thought that would be possible.
Hard, but possible.
He would accept all the help he could get, he promised himself, and not let pride stand in his way. In return he would help as many people as he could, he vowed, including himself.
'Namjoon,' he texted, 'I know we just met, and it's asking a lot, but I need to start letting people in, and, you don't have to answer if it creeps you out, but, can I count on your help to get me through medschool?'
Shit! What did he just do?! Why was there no unsend button?
'Yes.' the answer came, without delay.