Back and forth, back and forth, your eyes followed each revolution that your best friend made around the small expanse of the strip in front of the bench you were presently parked on. If the orange haired boy was an anime character right now, you were sure that his entire being would be bright red and there would be steam coming off his head. Imagining this didn’t help you to conceal the snickers you were already attempting to hide behind a hand held up to your mouth. Jimin heard you and stopped dead in his tracks. Whipping around to face you, left hand balled into a fist, he ground out,

“Stop laughing at me.”

Biting your lip you nodded, trying your hardest to stop laughing. Luckily for you, he went straight back to his heated pacing so you could let out a few more silent snickers at the very angry boy in front of you. It seemed like Namjoon and he had yet again another little spat. Why the two of them had decided to become roommates while going to college was beyond you. For the most part, they were great friends. All three of you were and many nights you had spent squished between them on the couch, binge watching movies. You always went right in a row, one selecting a movie then the next and the next. Sometimes you or Namjoon would choose a scary movie just to scare Jimin, but then he’d retaliate by putting on some ridiculous immature humor that made the both of you roll your eyes. Like the night he made you guys watch Napoleon Dynamite. Which wouldn’t be terribly horrible (though it was pretty bad) if you hadn’t both seen it over three times already.

The boys were pretty good for the most part but as do all roommates, sometimes they got frustrated with the other. Jimin surprisingly, for as cute as his face is, could get pretty angry or at least quite openly angry. He was like a flame. Just as quickly as it lit up, it could be snuffed out. However, w