You froze.

He froze.

The world froze.

Time and reality and existence froze.

It was as if a giant "Force Stop" button had been clicked and everything just... froze.

Watching, wondering, waiting to see what would happen next.

It was like that for... you weren't exactly sure how long. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Or no time at all, since, you know, it froze?

His pants smelled like floral laundry sheets.

And then he cleared his throat and the universe regained its motion.

You quickly scrambled back up, blushing furiously, and busied yourself with patting down your hair so you wouldn't have to meet his eyes.

You could see him grin crookedly in your peripherals, rubbing his lap.

"Ouch, cupcake."

"Ouch? With you?" You scoffed to hide how shaky your voice was. "If anything, I should be the one saying that."

"But your nose is pointy," he whined, sticking out his lower lip like a pouting toddler.

"I was the one that fell!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. "You don't hear the floor complaining very often when somebody falls on it, do you?"

"That's because it can't," Jungkook said. "If it could, I'm sure it would be screaming at Jimin all day."

Said Jimin looked up from the other end of the table. "Hm?"

Jungkook waved him off. "My point is, it's equally painful for the floor as it is for the Jimin. Just because the floor just can't voice its thoughts and the Jimin can, doesn't mean the floor is less entitled to complaining. Now, I have the ability to say what I think, so I will. Yes, you have the right to complain, but I do too, and there's nothing you can do about it."

You blinked.

"Umm... I have no idea what you just said, but I'm just going to pretend I understood. So, uh, can I have your banana milk? Without you, you know, pulling away and making me fall on my face?"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry 'bout that." Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I just had a thought at the last second and didn't tell you."

"Tell me, then."

"Well, since, y'know, there's only one bottle of banana milk and two people-"

"Hold it right there," you interrupted, putting a hand up. "You want to... share?"

"Yeah? Like, multiple straws and stuff."

Nooo... you internally groaned, yanking at the strings of your hoodie so that the opening got shrank until your face was completely hidden. Why does the universe always have to make me bond with... HIM? you thought almost angrily. I swore that I'd never... you know... but that's getting harder and harder and I just... can't take it anymore!

Then, making up your mind, you yanked the hood out of your face, whipped around, and lunged.

"Ah, Y-Y/N! What are you doing?!" Jungkook gasped, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Give it to me!" you screamed, tugging as hard as you could at the tiny bottle.

"Wha- why can't we share?" he exclaimed, keeping a firm hold.

"NO! Jungkook, I'm warning you. Give!" you hissed through gritted teeth. God, why couldn't he just give you the darn drink already?!

"Why not? No, what are you doing?? Stop!"

"Let. It. Go!"

"Y/N! Be careful! It's gonna-"

Pop!

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"This is all your fault."

"Me?"

"Yes, you!" you huffed, pulling a wet strand of hair out of your face and giving him the side-eye.

His face was hidden in shadow, but as the car passed a street lamp, you could see him glaring right back so intensely that you flinched. "How is it me? You were the one who had the brilliant idea of trying to snatch the bottle from my hand!"

"Y-yeah, but if you'd just given it to me without a fight, it would never have exploded!"

"But if you had just agreed to the perfectly fine idea of sharing, none of this would've happened!"

"And let you try to do what you were surely trying to do? I think not! If you'd just let me have it like we agreed in the first place-"

"Ugh, Y/N! I wasn't trying to do anything. I just wanted a drink. And it's my drink in the first place, so you can't just take it away like that!"

"But we already agreed that you'd give it to me! You just changed your mind at the last second like the pain in the ass that you are. Can't you just-"

"Shut it, both of you!" Yoongi exclaimed exasperatedly from the front. "You're not going to get anywhere by arguing whose fault it was. You were both wrong, and that's that, so do everyone a favor and stay quiet."

You pushed another wet strand of hair out of your face and mumbled, "But Kook-"

"Y/N."

You shut your mouth and glared out the car window at the dark nothingness. Ugh. Jungkook was such an idiot. Your plan was perfect!

It was to get the milk, drink most of it, then give it back to Jungkook, who'd be so disgusted that he'd let you have all of it. Or he'd accept the remaining 1/10 of the bottle, but you had already consumed what you'd needed.

Genius, right? Everybody would be happy, and your conscience would be satisfied since you were being so nice and sharing without all the other stuff. But noo, he simply HAD to have it HIS WAY.

Who knew the amount of liquid in that tiny bottle could make somebody so wet, though? You and Jungkook weren't completely drenched, but still damp enough to feel extremely uncomfortable. A sticky residue was left wherever it dried, making you terribly itchy. The vehicle was also filled with the overly sweet scent of artificial bananas, so pungent that you wanted to hurl. And, to top it off, you were still thirsty.

You shifted in your seat, trying to get as little milk on the expensive leather seat as possible. This was so gross. Banana milk was great, but it was clearly not meant for wearing. You couldn't wait to get home, jump in the shower, and stay there until the hot water ran out so Jungkook would have to shower with cold water.

You tugged your damp, artificial-banana-scented hoodie tighter around your shoulders because the car was really cold. The car was also really quiet, which felt odd because it was usually loud with chatter. You sighed.

Freaking Jungkook.

The car turned a corner, and the familiar lights of the Hill came into view. You sat up a little straighter, but noticed Jungkook doing the same in the corner of your eye.

Uh oh. He was thinking the same thing as you. You narrowed his eyes at him, and the action was reciprocated.

It looked like you were going to have to race to the shower.

The odds weren't in your favor, unfortunately. You were 2 points away from failing Gym class while he was a freaking k-pop idol, armed with years of intense workouts and training.

Plus, he had longer legs (-_-)

You sighed. Well, you were still going to try. You were NOT going to shower with freezing water. Not if you could help it.

The car eased to a stop. Then, as soon as the doors clicked open, the two of you were off, shooting through the dark streets like bullets.

The early morning wind whipped through your hair and blew in your face, clearing all traces of sleep from your mind. The only things you could hear were your and Jungkook's quick breaths and the sound of shoe soles hitting pavement.

Speaking of your opponent, you glanced at him to see how he was doing. He was running at your side, more or less. Wow, you actually weren't failing miserably! Yet, at least.

He looked so pretty while running, you had to admit. His mouth slightly parted, dark brown hair whipping away from his face, and eyes shining like two brilliant suns.

Those suns caught your gaze and his mouth stretched in his signature bunny smile. You had to grin back, because, goddammit, his smile was contagious. Then, he raised an eyebrow, grin turning into a smirk, and he put on a sudden burst of speed. You huffed and pumped your legs harder.

You'd reached the top of the hill. Unit X was straight ahead, its porch lights and cute lil solar lights shining. You'd managed to catch up to Jungkook, but you were reduced to a sore, sweaty mess. He, on the other hand, didn't look tired at all, and was slowly starting to pull ahead.

Groaning in frustration and shivering at thought of icy water on your skin, you knew it was hopeless. Jungkook was going to win for sure. He knew it, too, since he shot you another grin over his shoulder that you couldn't reciprocate.

Then, an idea popped into your head.

If it meant having to stand under a rain of icy water, then your conscience could wait.

No time for fair game now.

Time to play dirty.

You forced your legs to go harder and caught up to Jungkook, who didn't seem to notice yet. Then, you squinted... and stuck out your foot.

He stumbled and fell right on the doormat, and you pushed the key into the lock and bolted inside. You felt a little bad, but the mat was plush, so it you didn't feel too bad. Like, you really didn't want to shower with cold water. You had to stop to kick off your shoes (because you couldn't bear to track dirt all over the beautiful floor), and then you were running again. Hey, you might actually make it!

All too soon, you heard footsteps coming up behind you. Dang it. He was faster than you thought.

You weren't going to give up now, though. You just ran harder, leaping over furniture (like the ninja you were dressed up as) and sprinting into the hall that lead to the bathroom. The door was a little stuck, and it was safe to say that your anxiety levels rose a LOT in the milliseconds the doorknob wouldn't turn, but it gave way at last.

You whipped it open, shot inside, and immediately slammed and locked the door behind you.

You slumped against the door, breathing heavily but extremely relieved, both that it was over and that you would be able to use hot water. You smirked as you thought of Jungkook screeching as the cold water poured on him. Will the windows break with the frequency? Hopefully not, but it was definitely a possibility.

Anyway, you checked the door again. Satisfied that nobody would be able to get in, you peeled off your disgusting clothing and got in the shower. The water was a bit cool at first, but, due to the splendid quality of the heating system, it quickly warmed up and the bathroom was soon filled with moist, hot air. You sighed in pleasure, turning the knob to the hottest setting. Showering in scalding water was fun.

After you stayed in there longer than was probably healthy, you stepped out and towel dried your hair while keeping the water running. It took a while, but finally, when you poked your hand in for the umpteenth time, the water was nearly icy. Perfect.

You turned the water off and looked at the wrinkled, banana-scented clothing laying in a heap on the floor. That was not going on your body again. Well, you were just going to have to dash to your room and hope nobody happened to walk by.

You wrapped a fluffy blue towel around yourself, grabbed the dirty pile of clothes, and- the door was jammed.

The door was jammed?

What??

The doorknob twisted, but the door itself wouldn't open. You tried pushing, kicking, running into it with your shoulder (that one hurt), but it just wouldn't budge.

What was happening? You didn't understand. The doorknob worked, but the door didn't open, and that defeated the entire purpose of the doorknob. It was like the door was barricaded from the outside or something.

Whatever. The point was that you were stuck, and you had no idea how to get out. You were too embarrassed to call for help, so you racked your brain for any ideas of how to break open a door without breaking yourself in the process.

Then, your eyes slid to the door to the right of it. The only other door in this room, except for the closet and shower and cabinet doors, but those didn't count. Almost a carbon copy of the stuck door, except it lead to another room.

His room.

You stared at it for a few seconds before walking over. Placing your hand on the knob, you turned it as slowly and quietly as you could. The door opened a millimeter. So it wasn't jammed.

Should you, or should you not? If you got out, you could dash through your room through the connected doors and nobody would even see you n in the hallway! But if, you know, he was in there, that would be a complete disaster. If you didn't, though, you'd probably have to climb out the window and drop to the street, only wearing a towel.

Okay. You were going to do it. You were going to sprint to your bedroom. You took a deep breath, then quickly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

To come face to face with Jungkook.

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