JUNGKOOK'S HOUSE

"How the hell are you gonna sneak me inside, and not get caught?" Jimin asked Jungkook, who only furrowed his brows. "I get that I'm fucking small, but come on."

"Jimin, you need to listen to me." Jungkook tried getting Jimin to hear him out. "We can't play the game without you. There's no other way."

"I'm listening." Jimin sighed as he leaned back against the couch.

"If we leave by—" Jungkook's words faded as he glared at Jimin, who was in his own little world.

"Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, that's alright because I love the way you lie." Jimin's attention was set on the tv screen as he hummed.

"Jimin!" Jungkook shouted, startling the boy as he fell off the couch.

"What the hell was that for?" Jimin rubbed his sore arm.

"Hm, maybe because you're singing Rihanna and not listening to what I have to say." Jungkook said with his arms crossed. "I'm trying to help the team out, but you're being such an inconvenience."

"Oh, because I'm not smart and failed a test, this is all my fault?" Jimin lowered his brows as he held a can of root beer in his hand. "This shit tastes like ass." The scrunched his nose.

"Would you stop saying everything tastes like ass, that makes no sense." Jungkook pulled at his hair.

"I can see why an ass wipe like you would feel that way." Jimin scoffed, then dodged a pillow thrown near his head.

"Jungkook, loosen up you little bitch." Jimin folded his arms. "You're blaming me for everything now a days. If anything, we should be threatening to beat the shit out of Dexter."

"Who's Dexter?" Jungkook narrowed his eyes as he tried to understand what goes through Jimin's tiny brain.

"The piece of shit that ratted me out." He let out an angry breath and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Why's he do that?" Jungkook pursed his lips. "I thought you made a deal with him?"

"Yeah." Jimin shrugged his shoulders. "I told him that if he gave me the answers, I'd give him a girls number."

"So what happened?" Jungkook rested his chin on his elbow.

"What happened, is little Dexter's impatient little ass called the number I gave him and the animal control center was at his front door about thirty minutes later." He casually told the story.

"You're an asshole." Jungkook shook his head as he tried not to laugh at the whole situation. "Okay, it's pretty funny." He finally gave in and chuckled.

"So if it's anyone's fault, it's fucking Dexter." Jimin punched the wall and winced like a baby as he held his bleeding knuckles.

"Yeah, I probably should've mentioned that those are concrete walls, but it was kind of amusing to watch." Jungkook shrugged his shoulders while continuing to lay back on the couch.

"Fuck off." Jimin muttered as he grabbed a napkin from the table beside him. "Holy shit, it seriously looks broken."

"You want an ice pack or something?" Jungkook asked him as he walked over to the fridge.

"No, but I'll have a beer." Jimin replied as he played with the painful red wounds.

"Jimin, I'm not getting caught drinking my dad's beer again. He almost murdered me last time."

"What's the big deal?" Jimin scoffed. "I do it all the time, and my dad doesn't give a fuck."

"Didn't your mom beat the shit out of you with your own shoe." Jungkook cocked his head to the side.

"Oh yeah, I remember that." Jimin slowly nodded while thinking back. "Good times."

"This is gonna sound really random." Jungkook warned Jimin as he handed him a glass of water.

"Go for it, I've got nothing to lose." Jimin muttered as he showed Jungkook his knuckles.

"Alright then." He looked up at Jimin and a sly grin formed on his lips. "Who was that girl?"

"Oh, fuck you." Jimin covered his face with his hands as Jungkook gave him an evil laugh.

"I got you there, didn't I?" He moved his brows up and down.

"I don't want you involved with my love life." Jimin sighed as he rested his elbows on his knees.

"Ooo, so you love her?" Jungkook teased.

"No—that's not what I meant." Jimin bit the inside of his cheek as he glared at his friend. "You know what I meant. I like her, okay? I don't want any of the guys to get involved. You all drive away every single girl I meet."

"Jimin, that's you." Jungkook narrowed his eyes.

He received a blank stare.

"You're the one that always acts like a crack head when we go out, so if anything, you're driving all the girls away." He thoroughly explained.

"Shit, you're right." Jimin pursed his lips together.

"So, you gonna invite her to the game?" Jungkook went back to the original subject as Jimin tried to avoid it.

"What game, there is no game." He mumbled.

Jungkook bit his lip as he watched Jimin stare at the floor. He felt bad for what happened. It was all that Dexter kids fault. "Jimin." Jungkook gently called his name.

"What."

"You're gonna play in the game." He reassured.

"How?" Jimin glared at him as his arms were crossed against his chest.

"I know a friend who's gonna help us." Jungkook gave him a subtle smirk.

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"Alright Faye, I'm counting on you." Jungkook stood by her side as she rummaged through the school's art room.

"Wow, I'm not feeling any pressure at all." She sarcastically mumbled, and grabbed the heavy basket from the shelf. "You need help carrying that?" Jungkook extended his arms.

"Nope, I've got it." Faye used her foot to kick the door shut and walked past him.

"Show off." He mumbled, before running after her.

"So here's how this is gonna work." Faye set the box down on a plastic chair. "We're gonna get your little friend through the security with this." She held up a black wig.

"You're kidding me." Jungkook snickered.

"If only I was, Jungkook." Faye rested her elbow on his shoulder. "If we can get him past the security as a girl, then we're good to go. He can just quickly get into his uniform and wipe the makeup off."

"Faye, I don't think you know this guy." Jungkook tugged on his bottom lip. "He'd never agree to any thing like this."

2 hours later.

"Does it look better if I keep the bangs down or pin them up?" Jimin tilted his head as he messed with the cheap wig.

"Would you stop touching it." Jungkook slapped his hand away, and turned to the art students. "Thanks for doing this girls, it really means a lot." He began to say. "But, where'd Faye go?"

"She has to practice with the other cheerleaders." A girl answered him, then glanced at Jimin. "If I were a boy, I'd date you."

"Hey, if I was a slut, I'd date me too." He boasted.

"Alright, can we stop." Jungkook interrupted their odd conversation. "We have about twenty minutes left, come on."

"Okay, I think we're done." The artsy girl stepped back to observe her painting. "You-You look like something Picasso would've created." She wiped proud tears from her eyes.

Jimin looked over at the painting on the wall and back at the girl. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"We have no time for arguing, let's go." Jungkook grabbed Jimin by his wrist and pulled him out the school doors. "I need to find coach and tell h—"

"Jimin?"

Both of their heads shot up, and Jimin's eyes grew wide as he dropped Jungkook's hand. "Sora, I can explain."

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Guys I'm sorry, I was planning on writing more, but I'm having family issues, again... and I can't focus on anything else right now. I also having really bad back pain, so I need to lay down. Basically, I'll be visiting hell for a couple hours. I should be back soon. I do plan to add more to this chapter, so there might be two updates to the same chapter, you feel? No? Ok.