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Y/n

Y/n didn't know how to take her vacation so far.

It had been a single day, and in that time, Jungkook didn't murder her, nor she him. In fact, it was the opposite: they seemed to kind of warm up to one another.

Okay, ew. Y/n shivered at the very thought, as dramatic as that was. To be fair, her best friend was Park Jimin, the king of drama. If it were up to Jimin, the entire world would be one giant movie with nonstop action, conflict, and traumatic character backstories. Y/n was half-surprised he went to school for dance instead of writing, especially considering he loved reading.

Speaking of...

Y/n was in Jimin's bedroom in the morning while he read a sci-fi book in one hand and ate his scrambled eggs with too much paprika for Y/n's liking in the other. Jimin had offered her multiple bites, but she refused each time and opted for a glass of chocolate milk instead. Breakfast didn't appeal to her. Sometimes eating in the morning made her stomach upset, too. That was yet another reason to skip it.

The bedroom was as luxurious as Y/n imagined. All of them had identical bedrooms consisting of king-sized beds, spacious floors, walk-in closets, and large windows with blackout curtains. The blackout contrasted the otherwise pale color scheme, but Y/n didn't mind since it meant less light disturbing her slumber.

"Damn, Chaeyoung can cook," Jimin said in between chews of his eggs. "I didn't know she made such mean scrambled eggs."

Part of Y/n wanted to remind Jimin that scrambled eggs were so easy a rock could cook them, but she also wanted to give credit to Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung was, in fact, a damn good chef. If she didn't go to school for acting, Y/n would think she would've gone to culinary school. Though cooking was a hobby for her, same with how Jimin's hobbies were billiards and reading. Everyone had their things, right?

Y/n chuckled and didn't disagree. "She makes a lot more than that, Minnie. You should ask her for stuffed shells tonight. It's her iconic dish."

Y/n flopped over on his bed and peeked up as the man chewed, his thick-framed black glasses bouncing on his nose with every movement of his jaw. His dark hair was messy from a long night of sleep. Vacation meant they could sleep for over eight hours and not get judged for it by any parents or roommates. If anything, people like Jimin encouraged it. Sometimes Jimin slept for fifteen hours, woke up to eat dinner, and then went back to bed.

Average Jimin, to be honest.

Jimin nodded to her words and went back to reading his book in peace. It was a science-fiction book called Foundation, though Y/n hadn't read it before. She had heard of the author, Isaac Asimov. That was because of Jimin's obsession with reading. Y/n was convinced his suitcase was filled with two things: clothes and books, but more books than clothes. Then again, Jimin had a passion for fashion, too. Maybe he had an equal amount, who knew.

"Why is Jungkook not being an asshole?" Y/n asked with a huff, leaning her head on Jimin's muscular thigh while his other one held the plate of eggs.

He scooped another portion of his breakfast up with the metal spoon and wrapped his chapped plump lips around the delicious goods, sucking the meal in. After swallowing, he put his book to the side and quirked a brow at her. He then proceeded to waggle said brow.

"Oh, shut up." Y/n shoved him, and he let out a small, squeaky laugh. She sat up and glared. "Don't. Don't say it. Don't you dare-"

"I'm saying itttt," Jimin sang out, shaking his tiny index finger back and forth at her to get her to shut up. "Y/n's thinking about Jungkook? Oooooh, I sense some teaaaaa. What happened between you two, hmmm?"

Jimin came obnoxiously close, and she smelled the egg in his breath and coughed on him as a result. He giggled and leaned back to give her some room, setting his plate to the side with his book and grabbing his glass of water. How he could go so long without drinking water was beyond her, but somehow Jimin didn't like to drink while eating and preferred to save it for the end. Weirdo.

"Shush. I'm simply noticing he isn't going out of his way to bully me. He's not nice, but he's not a total asshole either. Is it so bad that I'm noticing?"

Jimin didn't hesitate. "Yes."

Y/n sighed and got off his lap to instead sink into the soft pillows, enjoying the way they soothed her back. "It makes sense that I'd notice, doesn't it? He bullied me for years, Jimin. Is it such a bad thing that I'm paying close attention? For my safety?"

Any amusement faded from Jimin's face. His cute little smile that crinkled his eyes got replaced by his gaze widening and showing off his hickory irises. He took her hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of it—a classic Jimin move. Jimin had loved showing his affection via touch ever since they were kids.

"Of course not. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have joked like that." Jimin scooted closer and lowered his tone. Despite him lowering it to a gentle whisper, she still heard the small hiccups in his voice that Jimin was known for. "Look, Y/n, we're not kids anymore. Don't act like you didn't do shit in high school that you don't regret."

"Sure, but I didn't bully anyone. That's different."

Jimin hummed, and then he sat back in bed and let the pillows engulf him, mimicking Y/n's position. "You have a point."

Y/n raised a brow. "As always... so why are you defending him?"

"Not defending. I don't know modern Jungkook, only Yoongi does, but I'm just trying to make sure this trip goes smoothly. This is the last chance I have to hang out with friends uninterrupted for a while. We live in America, Y/n, we don't get much PTO until later in our careers. How many trips like this do you think we can take?"

"Probably none."

"Exactly," Jimin said, waving his hands around as if that made his point stronger. "So I want this to be fun for everyone. No awkwardness, no bullying, and no discomfort."

Y/n watched the way Jimin averted his eyes, something he never did. Eye contact, like physical touch, was one of Jimin's love languages. That had her resting a hand on his shoulder. A small flinch occurred, and Y/n recoiled. Jimin sighed and took her hand back, placing it where it had once been.

"Sorry," he whispered, turning back to her. No eye contact still. Not yet. "I just... I was lonely, Y/n. You guys are my best friends, and to go four years barely seeing you was..."

"Hard."

"So, so hard." Jimin let out a sharp breath, and then he made eye contact. His eyes were like a kicked puppy's. "I missed you, Y/n. Really missed you. Missed everyone, but especially you. No one was there to braid my hair like you do, or make me ramen when I'm all dramatic and whiney, or give me flowers after my dance performances. I had one girlfriend in all those four years, and she never brought me flowers like you did."

"Boys deserve flowers too," Y/n mumbled, and Jimin grinned. He had a chipped, jagged front tooth that poked out whenever he parted his lips.

"And that, Y/n L/n, is why you raised my standards." Jimin placed his hand on top of hers and squeezed it, and then, he picked up his eggs and ate a few more bites. Through his food, he said, "But the point is, I need this trip. I need us to get along for a little while. I know three months together is a long time, and I'm not expecting us to be buddy-buddy all day every day, but no fights, y'know?"

"Why would you let Jungkook on the trip if you don't want any fights?"

"Well, I didn't, really. I told Yoongi no like four times, but he has me wrapped around his finger, okay? I ended up giving in. If Yoongi says Jungkook is cool now, I trust his judgment. Yoongi wouldn't lie to me."

"He wouldn't lie to anyone." Y/n peered at the ceiling as if it had answers, and then, she hopped off the bed and brushed herself down, not caring that her hair was messy and her breath stank. "All this is giving me a headache. I'm gonna go take a walk."

"Want me to come with?"

"No thanks, Minnie. Finish that Chaeyoung special and relax."

He held up his plate with a proud smile. "Chaeyoung is a damn good cook."

Y/n snickered. "Enjoy. I'll see you soon."

Jimin didn't protest as Y/n departed the bedroom, stepping out into the open hall that overlooked the first floor. She strolled by all the bedrooms, which were on the left side of the staircase while the bathrooms were on the right. Aside for the master bedroom, which had a bathroom attached to it. Yoongi and Jungkook shared that room.

Y/n rounded the narrow path and went to the top of the stairs in time for Jeon Jungkook, speak of the devil, to step on the bottom, peeking up when Y/n appeared. His dark hair fell in his face, and he raised his tattooed hand to brush it away so they could lock eyes. Jungkook dropped his gaze far faster than Y/n did.

"Sorry. Didn't expect you to be there," Y/n said, unsure what she was apologizing for.

Jungkook shrugged it off. "We're gonna keep running into each other. No need to apologize."

He rushed on by, sprinting up the stairs and going to his bedroom without saying anything else. Y/n watched the door shut behind him and shook her head at nothing in particular. Half of her wanted to go after him and ask him if he was okay despite how she had done that before, though she didn't know why. For once, she didn't hold Jungkook in a hostile light.

But why? And how long would that last?

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