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"Hurry, let's get the hell out of here." Namjoon dragged Kara and Jimin by their wrists.

"I didn't get to eat." Kara pretended to pout, while Jimin just glared at her.

"You did that on purpose French girl." He scoffed.

"You asked for it." She defended herself.

"No, I asked for a recommendation, not thinking you'd feed me a frogs fucking asshole." Jimin shouted, earning a glare from people around him.

"That's not tr—

"Would you two stop fighting!" Namjoon yelled as he glanced at them both. "You're giving me a headache, and my head's usually pretty normal.

There was a long pause, before Jimin spoke up again. "What the hell are you even talking about?"

"I give up." Namjoon sighed.

He dropped both of their arms and let them walk on their own, not that any of them had a clue as to where they were walking. Jimin crossed his arms as he walked beside Kara. They both kept a straight face, not daring to glance at one another. Namjoon just wanted to turn around and smack both of them on the head, well mostly Jimin. He got them kicked out of the restaurant for repeatedly screaming frogs anus.

"Joon, maybe if you were looking at a map, we'd get to the hotel faster.." Jimin suggested, but the genius didn't need a map.

"Hey Jimin."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

Jimin put both his thumbs up, letting Namjoon know he'd be silent the rest of the way.

After walking down a million sidewalks, and taking a million turns, they finally found the fancy hotel they were looking for all this time. This is where they'd be staying, while the auction is going on.

"Bonjour." Jimin sighed as he finally learned his lesson about greeting people.

The two men at the front desk snickered at his pronunciation.

"Just give me the damn card." Jimin scoffed as he grabbed it from the man's hand.

"Je vous remercie." Namjoon quickly bowed as he walked by.

"Wow, great pronunciation Namjoon." Kara beamed a smile, purposely trying to piss the other one off.

"Why, thank you." Namjoon held hand up to his chest. "I practice almost every single d—

"I don't see how speaking the French language is impressive at all." Jimin stepped in, interrupting Namjoon. "I can a shit ton of things that he can't."

"Like?" Kara raised her brow, actually curious as to what his talent was.

"Uh." Jimin pursed his lips together as he began to think.

The least this guy can do it stall until he found his thoughts, but no.. Jimin likes to make things real obvious.

"Uhh." He squinted one eye and continued to think.

Everybody knows he's not even thinking at this point.

"We get it, you have no talent." Kara pulled him by his arm, and into the elevator.

"No." Jimin yelled, startling them both. "I have a talent okay, you just need to pay close attention to really see it."

"If it's anything in your pants, keep it there."

"Silence." Jimin shut both his eyes.

Namjoon pulled a fake zipper across his lips.

"Alright, are you ready?" Jimin whispered, his eyes still closed.

Both Kara and Namjoon nodded.

"My eyes are closed, so if you're nodding you're a fucking idiot." Jimin mumbled.

"Oh my God." Kara groaned. "Would you just go on with it."

"Someone's eager." He smirked.

"Of course I am." Kara sarcastically muttered.

"Okay." Jimin quietly spoke before taking a deep breath in.

He brought his hand behind his back and hit one of the elevator buttons, bringing them to a halt at the third floor. The doors separated and Jimin quickly jumped out of sight.

"Oh my God, he just disappeared." Jimin mocked a little girl's voice from behind the corner.

Kara and Namjoon slowly averted their eyes to one another, before taking a step out of the elevator.

"That was his talent?" Kara lowered her brows as she crossed her arms. "A terrible magic trick?"

"Uh, Kara..." Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek as he looked down at all the bags Jimin left for them to carry.

"That little bastard." Kara shook her head.

Jimin casually whistled as he strolled down the hall, looking for their room number. Jimin could say his talent was making gullible people believe his tricks.

"Why are you even friends with him?" Kara asked Namjoon as they both dragged all of the luggage through the hotel's hallways.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that." Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, and kept pulling the heavy bags. He realized that they shouldn't have packed as much as they did.

"It's this one, right?" Kara pointed at the blue numbers, placed next to the door.

"I mean, those are Jimin's shoes, so I'm guessing it's our room." Namjoon sighed as he picked them up from the floor.

He pushed the unlocked door, until it lightly hit the wall behind it. Kara and Namjoon pulled the heavy luggage into the hotel room, as Jimin was no where to be found.

"Park Jimin." Namjoon called out, with his hands cupped around his mouth. "You're doing all of the cleaning in this hotel for leaving us with this shit."

"Where the hell is he?" Kara dropped the bag in her hand and pushed open the door that lead to one of the rooms, well the only bedroom.

"toi idiot." Kara sighed as she ran her fingers into her brown hair.

"quoi." Namjoon muttered from the small kitchen.

"I can hear you, you know.." Jimin mumbled as he laid down on the bed with nothing but his boxers.

"I believe this is my bed." Kara stood in front of it with her arms crossed over her chest.

Jimin chuckled as he laid on his back. "Baby, if you wanna share a bed, you could've just told m—"

He quickly dodged the pillow that was thrown near his head. "Damn, you're so aggressive. Show your foreign daddy some love."

Namjoon furrowed his brows when he heard Jimin squeal like a pig. He's assuming that Kara got mad over something stupid Jimin said, and socked him right in the spot.

"Everything okay back there?" Namjoon looked over his shoulder as he continued to unpack his clothes.

"Everything's fine." Kara replied in a sweet voice, hiding her devious side from him. "He might be needing some ice."

She walked into the living room and jumped onto the blue couch. "ooh." Kara's eyes brightened while she reached for a magazine.

"Ah, gotcha." Namjoon brought his thumbs up and grabbed some ice from the freezer, before tossing it into a plastic bag.

"Here you go buddy." He threw the bag of ice to Jimin's crotch, pressing his teeth together as the younger one groaned in pain. "Sorry."

"Joon." He let out a muffled groan while reaching for his friends arm. "I—I want more of her."

Namjoon scrunched his nose in disgust, and jerked his hand out of Jimin's grip. "You need more Jesus."

"I just want her to b—"

He quickly slapped his hand over Jimin's mouth, filtering out whatever he was about to say. "Don't even say what you were about to say."

"I think I'm in love Joon."

Namjoon wiggled his brows as he looked down at the hand that was gripping at his.

"Not you." Jimin hissed. "Get the fuck out of my way." He shiver Namjoon to the side and let out a sigh of happiness when he saw Kara sitting on the couch alone. "That's better."

"So I should just tell her then?" Namjoon teased as he stepped toward the door.

"No!" Jimin tried to reach for his friends shirt, but slipped off the bed instead.

"Oh well, I guess I'm just gonna tell her." Namjoon shrugged his shoulders as he began to walk toward the living room.

"Joon, you fucking bitch!" Jimin whined from the floor, trying to lift himself from the wooden floor.

"Hey Kara." Namjoon crossed his legs as he tried to act normal.

"What's up?" She casually nodded her head.

"Ah, nothing much." He pretended to stretch. "I was just gonna tell you that—"

Kara's eyes widened when Jimin tackled Namjoon out of his chair, knocking down everything around them.

To be continued.