set last year of school, morning after the texting in ch7 probs

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'mingyu,' jimin mutters, pushing at mingyu's shoulder where he's lying on a mattress.

mingyu just groans.

'mingyu, get up.'

'no,' he whines.

'you ing have to, you're waking up jungkook.'

'hes not up?' mingyu cracks open an eye. 'what time is it?'

'half past six.'

mingyu gives her a pained look. 'jimin, we only start work at half past eight.'

'and we all need to shower. we can't show up smelling like breweries, there's like three kids parties coming through today.'

mingyu lets out a half sob. 'i only got to sleep at like four.'

'same. now get the up and wake up jungkook, i can't.'

mingyu buries his face in the mattress in protest. 'you're the one ing him.'

'in what world does that mean i can wake him up.'

mingyu lets out a groan and pushes himself up, looking around blearily until he locates jungkook snoring in the opposite corner of the garage. he squints around some more before picking up an empty coke bottle and chucking it at jungkook. 

jungkook's eyes fly open as soon as it bounces off him and he startles up. 

he blinks a few times, looking very disorientated.

'jimin's being a and telling us we need to shower because laser tag has kids in today,' mingyu tells him, keeping his voice low.

jimin wrinkles her nose. 'i am so sure paintball has kids coming in today as well.'

jungkook gives a nod as he yawns widely. 'even if we didn't. why are you so gross, mingyu.'

'i'm not gross, i'm tired,' mingyu whines, flopping back onto his back.

'shut the up and go shower, you disgusting cave troll,' minghao mutters irritably without opening his eyes, reaching up to blindly swat at mingyu's face. 

'why do you hate me, minghao.'

'why do you hate life.'

mingyu pushes himself into a sitting position again, throwing minghao a wary look. 

'i think he wants to kill me,' he whispers conspiratorially, and jimin blinks at him.

'yeah,' she says blandly, deadpan, 'probably.'

'why aren't you ing at yugyeom to get up?' 

'he's already in the shower, i kicked him on the way out of dawon's room.'

'ah, ,' jungkook groans from the other side of the room. 'we have to walk there, don't we?'

'unless you can magically procure us a ride, yeah,' jimin tells him and jungkook heaves a sigh.

'well, at least i'm not still drunk this time.' jungkook pushes himself clumsily to his feet, being careful not to trod on rose's hair sprawled on the mattress next to him. he sways a little and stops holding a finger up for a few moments before deciding. 'nope, didn't speak too soon. sweet.'

jimin pats mingyu's shoulder with perhaps a bit more force than necessary. 'come on,' she says on the tail end of a yawn, 'if you promise not to use all the hot water i'll even let you shower first.'

'i'll use as much hot water as i ing want,' mingyu snipes, 'you and jungkook can just shower together, see if i care.'

this times, jimin's hand came down in far more of a slap than a pat.