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Hoseok threw his phone down with a sigh, satisfied after sending Namjoon a kermit meme. He would have escorted the injured male to A&E. He should have. But his ego was damaged too and he needed to consult Doctors Ben and Jerry to make sure there was no permanent damage.
Tossing the empty tub of ice cream into the kitcken bin, Hoseok waddled over to his laptop, hissing as he accidentally collided with the thick text book laying on the ground. Grasping at his ankle, Hoseok flung himself into the chair in front of his laptop. Don't get him wrong. He was happy for Namjoon. The boy had a soulmate for god's sake. But it didn't mean he wasn't jealous.
Hoseok huffed slightly as he clicked on the file containing the recording of his last performance. It had been great; the feedback nothing but positive. But he knew he could do better. He wasn't called Jung Hoseok for nothing. Smiling at the though, Hoseok set to work, monitoring his performance as he noted down his weaknesses and strengths in the battered yellow notebook in front of him.
Oblivious to the little inky dots that decorated his knuckles.
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Kim Seokjin sighed quietly, staring at the doodle of Mario on his arm. He had woken up with a good feeling today, putting extra effort into his daily scribble in case somebody replied. In case they replied. He had even coloured it in. But there had been no reply. Maybe he wasn't destined for romance. It wasn't unheard of. People who's drawings or words never appeared on the skin of another. Worldwide appeals of heartbroken celebrities as they searched without result. People who were made to be alone. People like him
Turning on the tap, Jin held his arm under the running water, vigorously scrubbing away as red ink ran down his pale skin. Lips pursed, he struggled to ignore the sour taste in his mouth, holding back the tears that threatened to escape. He didn't have time for wallowing in self pity. Not now at least.
"H-hyung" A shaky voice sounded from behind him, terror evident in their voice. Jin looked up into the mirror, facing a pale Jungkook.
"Oh Jungkook-ah! What's wrong? You look like you just say a ghost." Now it took skill to be able to distinguish between Jungkook's thinking face and Jungkook's scared face. Jin took pride in his talent. And his education in psychology. That definitely helped. "Are you sure you should be standing up? It looks like you ate something off. Wait it wasn't my cooking was it!? Don't tell me it was the japchae. I've been perfecting the recipe for years! Where did I go wrong?"
Before his hyung could have an aneurysm, Jungkook grabbed his arm, gesturing towards the red stain. "What do you mean 'what's wrong'! You're bleeding hyung!" Seokjin stared blankly at the frantic boy, eyes glazed over as he tried to absorb the information that had just been thrown his way. A tired smile stretched his rosy lips as he let out a laugh. Jungkook calmed down, comforted by the familiar sound of a window being cleaned. Odd but comforting.
"It's just ink from a doodle Kookie-yah. How about we focus on what's truly important here. Were you by any chance...worried?" Jin snorted as Jungkook recoiled quickly, disgust contorting his usually soft features. "Aw don't be shy. Let Jin hyung give you a hug. Come here." Jungkook squealed, quickly backpeddling. He didn't feel like getting his ribs broken today, or any day in that matter. Eyes widening in terror he fled the room, followed closely by a cackling Jin.
Completely forgetting to ask why the usually cheerful older man had looked like he was ready to break
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Yoongi laughed silently at the shenanigans of the two idiots. Switching of his phone he wiped his sweaty hands on his jumper absentmindedly,smearing the dots sprinkled across his fingers. Shoving his phone into his pocket he made his way to the front door, checking his watch as he grabbed his black backpack on the way. As much as he would like to indulge in the antics of those two for a little bit longer, he had studying to do. There was no way he was going to have suffered through years of education and fail now.
As he was pulling on his grey sneakers, Yoongi frowned, staring at his ankle with distaste. He had to be more careful. And so Yoongi departed for the library.
Wondering what on earth he could have been doing to get such a sizeable bruise.