“No- no, ing listen, you twats!” Taehyung shouts, standing beside Jungkook and Hoseok The boys’ giddy laughter dies down at Taehyung's sudden outburst, eyebrows rising in confusion. “Whoever rolls a joint the fastest gets to have this leftover weed.” Taehyung says, holding up a small plastic bag. “There’s like, a whole dime left. And it’s good hash, for once. We literally never have good . Are you sure you wanna give that away?” Hoseok says, pointing at the bag in Taehyung's hand. “Yes. I want to see your asses roll a ing joint, ‘kay? Jungkook, stop ing petting my dog.” Jungkook frowns and pulls his hand away from the golden retriever. “I don’t wanna roll a joint.” Jungkook mumbles, lips lazily moving as he absorbs the high from earlier. “You’re going to do it, Jeon Or I’ll make out with hoseok right in front of you.” Taehyung says threateningly.hoseok rolls his eyes and shakes his head as Jungkook jumps up to grab the papers from across the room. When he sits back down, he puts the small, orange box of papers between the three of them, along with the leftover weed. “On the count of three, we’re all going to grab one paper and a pinch of herb. Whoever rolls the fastest joint wins the weed.” Taehyung says, smiling at the bag of weed. “What happens to whoever loses?” Jungkook questions, yawning silently into his palm. “Homecoming is coming up, yeah? Whoever loses has to ask a person of the winner’s choice to the dance.” Hoseok suggest. Taehyung nods and rubs his hands together, furrowing his eyebrows. “Ready?” He says, looking back and forth between  Hoseok and Jungkook. They nod back, hands reaching out to be prepared to grab the papers and pinch of weed. “One….” jungkook yawns. “Two...” Taehyung  laughs out. “…Three!” hoseok shouts. Jungkook jumps and reaches for the papers, ripping one out of the box and spreading it open quickly on his lap. He grabs his pinch of weed, spreading it equally and thoroughly across the center of the paper. He begins rolling from the bottom up, packing the weed tight in the paper. Jungkook brings the paper up to his mouth, along the lining of the top and sealing the joint shut. He smiles at it when he’s finished. He looks up and frowns. Hoseok already lit his joint, smoke filling the room while Taehyung rolls his third, all placed carefully beside him on the carpet.  “You lost.” Hoseok says tightly, trying to get the smoke to stay in his mouth longer. Taehyung looks up and smiles. “kookie! You’re finally done, yeah? Listen, I decided who you’re going to the dance with.” He says, smirking from across the circle they’re sat in. Jungkook groans and puts his face in his hands. “It’s Jimin, isn’t it?” taehyung  laughs loudly and leans over to slap jungkook’s knee. He takes that as a confirmation. A few weeks ago, Jungkook was shoved onto the soccer pitch in a pair of taehyung’s tight boxers, offensively decorated in tiny iron man. He sprinted back towards the locker room door and tugged on the handle that wouldn’t budge. “C’mon,namjoon hyung! Let me in!”jungkook shouted, pounding his fist on the door in front of him,namjoon opened the door and stepped out quickly, shutting it behind him. “Sorry, Jeon ,” Namjoon said, smiling widely. “Did you need somethin’?” “Yeah, , I need my ing clothes.” He said, pushing Namjoon out of the way and grabbing the door handle. Namjoon walked away whistling innocently while Harry groaned in frustration. “How the am I supposed to get my stuff if you locked it in there, hyung?” Namjoon turned around and placed his hands behind his back. “Well, I dunno, kook. Guess you’ll have to wait till morning, hm? ‘S when the janitor comes.” He said, backing away and smiling at jung