“You’re roomed with Taehyung,” Namjoon repeats yet again.

         “No. I’m not,” Jungkook continues to deny.

          Namjoon heaves a long sigh. Give it up, we’ve been at this for, like, six hours. Which roughly translates to: it had been a few minutes but Namjoon was so tired, even that was an eternity within itself, especially because this was Jungkook he had to deal with. But as the leader he had to keep calm for the sake of the group, so he brushed it off, “Right, yeah. So anyway, then I’m going to be roomed with Jin, leaving Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok in a room.”

          “All three of us?” Jimin asks, gesturing to the with eyebrows raised. His eyes gleam with mischief. Jungkook can actually hear the bad ideas brewing.

          “Yep, there had to be some last minute rearrangements when we added Taehyung, so I had to crowd you three in. I hope you all have enough space, and manage to not commit a felony,” he narrows his eyes threateningly.

          “Of course we’ll have enough space!” Hoseok throws his arm around Yoongi’s shoudlers and the other over Jimin’s, “We can always cuddle!”

          “Yeah, uh, count me out please,” Yoongi ducks out of Hoseok’s grip, “I can sleep anywhere, I’m cool on the floor.”

          “We could use him as a pillow,” Jimin muses with a smirk.

          “Do what you want,” Yoongi shrugs, “I don’t care as long as I get to sleep. Just know that I can hold a grudge. And you definitely don’t want to be the one that wakes me up.”

          “Not it!” Jimin and Hoseok immediately declare in unison.

          “Well I’m not doing it! Have you seen this beautiful face?” Jimin strikes a pose. Jungkook snorts.

          “What beautiful face? That is the stale potato chip of faces, while mine is like kobe beef!” Hoseok frames his face with his hands, pouty lips and fluttering eyelashes. Taehyung is laughing by now.

          Namjoon looks on, biting his lip. He’s beginning to worry about those three spending so much time together.

          “You said something about last-minute rearrangements,” Jungkook says, “We can do some more of that right now. I’ll switch out with Yoongi or something.”

          “I don’t mind, not at all” Yoongi says, prickling as Hoseok attempts to embrace him. Jungkook nods enthusiastically at the consent and looks to Namjoon with a hopeful smile

         Namjoon sighs again, “Jungkook I’m not letting you stay with Hoseok and Jimin. I’m not trying to blow up this hotel.”

         “Oh my god that was like one time,” Jimin cries defensively. Hoseok laughs at the memory.

         “Well, what about I switch out with Jin. I could stay with you, hyung,” Jungkook’s smile widens.

         “Oh hell no,” Namjoon replies immediately.

         “What? Why?” Jungkook sputters indignantly.

         “You’re a pig! You never clean any of your including your self. We’re dancers, Jungkook, we sweat. So why don’t you bathe yourself?”

         “I do!” Jungkook cries.

         “Oh, really?” Namjoon crosses his arms, “April. Our second year of high school. Ring a bell?”

         Jungkook freezes, having had just been about to reply snarkily, but instead dropping his hand to his side and his eyes to the ground.

         “Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook had a competition for who would go the longest without a shower,” Hoseok explains in a ing loud as  whisper to Taehyung, “Jimin dropped out after like three days. Yoongi started showering after six days but lied until Jungkook found him out. Jungkook went a full two weeks, and his disgustingly greasy head was crowned king of filth.”

         “That’s gross,” Taehyung says, but he sounds impressed nonetheless, “Maybe I shouldn’t room with him after all, ” he jokes with a chuckle.

         “He notoriously smells like old cabbage,” Hoseok states, matter-of-factly.

         “Not true,” Jungkook chimes in defensively.

         “Oh my god,” Jimin looks at Jungkook in amazement, “Why is that old cabbage talking?”

         While the group chuckles, Jungkook jabs Jimin with his ebow. He hears a deep inhale below his ear, turning to see Taehyung “Whoah, what the-“

         “He doesn’t smell like cabbage,” Taehyung says simply. Jungkook gives him a ‘Bro what the hell??’ look as Jimin and Hoseok chorus a sweet awwww; as if ‘He doesn’t smell like cabbage’ is the -dropping line of the century. Jungkook gives Namjoon a look, desperately pleading with his eyes.

          “Nuh-uh, dude,” Namjoon shakes his head, “I’m staying with Jin. Nice, clean Jin.” Jin smiles at the praise.

          “But they’re gonna get dirty between the sheets, oooh,” Jimin jokes, elbowing Hoseok jokingly. The group bursts out laughing.

          Jungkook is about to say something as it quiets down, but Namjoon raises a hand to silence him, then inclines his head to a secluded corner. Jungkook understands, and follows after him so they can talk.

           “I know I’m being a ing brat,” Jungkook admits.

           “Because you are,” Namjoon interjects.

           “But I really can’t stand him,” Jungkook continues, shooting Namjoon a brief glare.

           “You seemed fine on the plane.”

           “I was nice because I had to be. But this isn’t a few hours it’s a few ing days, and I would appreciate if I could be with someone else. Like, literally anybody else. It’s not a big change, we’d have the same amount of rooms, we would just be switching the inhabitants. I don’t see the big deal.”

           “Kookie, you need to be more considerate,” Namjoon’s voice softens, “Taehyung is new to our school, to our dance team, and now to this group of friends. It’s a lot to take in, especially within such a short amount of time. So I let him decide who he wanted to room with and then I made the groups out of that.”

           “So then… he chose me?” Jungkook is confused.

            Namjoon nods solemnly, “He said he thought you seemed the friendliest. I know, I was shocked too,” he adds with a cheeky grin as Jungkook’s face morphs into an expression of complete puzzlement.

           “He’s much closer with Jimin and Hoseok, I think.”

           “I don’t care. The fact is that he felt he would be most comfortable with you, and back out there you probably embarrassed him big time with how eagerly you tried to get out of it. That was pretty rude. But I’m letting it slide for now. Just don’t be an like that again, please be nice to him.”
           “Why should I?” Jungkook hears how y the question sounds but he can’t bring himself to care.

           “Just think of it like the plane ride,” Namjoon rests a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, “Be nice because you have to be.”

           Namjoon threw open the door ceremoniously, “Tada! This is where you three will stay.”

           Jungkook was mystified at Yoongi’s teleportation ability. One second he was in the hallway with his bags leaning against the wall, and within the blink of an eye he was reclined on a bed with his shoes and jacket removed, bags piled on the ground by his feet. This sleep ninja is getting out of hand.

           “Let’s go man,” Jimin gets a hold of his bags, “It’s time for the two hottest honeys in this hotel to make a place for ourselves.”

           “Ooh, they have a microwave,” Hoseok observes excitedly as he follows Jimin inside, “And a fridge!”

           “You can talk about hotness and microwaves all you want, but remember: no more explosions,” Namjoon looks between the pair with a stern expression.

           “That was one time!” Jimin says again in an indignant screech.

           Namjoon rolls his eyes, closes the door, and continues down the hallway.

           “This room is for you two lovebirds.”

           Jungkook narrows his eyes at Namjoon in annoyance, as the latter swings open the door for Jungkook and Taehyung. Disregarding, or perhaps not noticing, the tension between the other two, Taehyung makes his way in. He puts down his bags in a corner beside a television and promptly cannonballs into the bed, giggling with glee as the mattress bounces him back up. He grins that wide smile of his and begins making snow angels, clearly satisfied with the bed. Bed. As in, a singular bed. Jungkook walks further into the room, scanning. He turns to Namjoon when his suspicions are confirmed.

           “Namjoon,” said boy is watching Taehyung clown around with a fond smile, but looks to Jungkook at the sound of his name, “I think there was a mistake. There’s only one bed in here.” He pauses to let that sink in. Namjoon’s eyes widen and he looks around to confirm the information before his eyes widen further, this time in fear, to Jungkook. “Namjoon, I really think you should-“

           “Go!” Namjoon cries. He slams the door shut before Jungkook can finish, Jungkook hears the leader squeal to Jin, “Go go, move it man we have to hustle right the now!” followed by a brief scuffle and two pairs of rapidly receding footsteps. I was going to suggest reconsidering the room arrangements, but that works too. You better ing run.

           Jungkook hears a creaking sound. With a sigh, he turns to deal with his infantile roommate, now ecstatically jumping on the mattress and trying to touch the ceiling, still giggling. He has the most ridiculous laugh I’ve ever heard, like he never learned how to ing stop.

          Yep, if Jungkook ends up killing him in these next few days, that was definitely going in the obituary.

Author's note: YEOOOOOOOOO I'm in an awesome mood because it's the weekend(duh, holy I'm so ready to sleep) and also cause we got over 100 subscribers! I'M SO THANKFUL AND HAPPY ! HONESTLY MY MOOD THO:

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