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Like any other Saturday in the dorm, Gukkie wakes up bright and early, eager to start the day playing with his beloved hyungies.
Despite their wildly different schedules, they've all agreed that Saturdays should be spent with the Little, as much as possible. This weekend had been tricky to plan, half of them having schedules in the afternoon. Not wanting to miss their time with Gukkie, they agreed to bunk over Friday night and spend the next morning together before Namjoon, Yoongi and Hobi leave for their own activities.
So even though the sun is barely up, the birds outside just starting to chirp, Gukkie is bright eyed and alert, sitting bolt upright in bed between his sleeping hyungs. Yoongi on his back, snoring and Jimin curled up on his side, hands sandwiched between his legs.
Giggling a little at Mimi hyung's squished cheeks, Gukkie turns to check out Yoonie hyung next. His eyes are screwed shut, mouth hanging open, puffing little kitten snores every now and then. Gukkie found that even funnier and he couldn't hold back a snort, hands muffling his chuckle. He feels a little tempted to drop something into Yoonie's mouth, but last time he got a scolding for it, so better not.
Gukkie quickly gets bored, rocking back and forth with his legs crossed. The dent between the two beds hadn't been noticeable when he was asleep, but the longer he's stuck here, the more his bum hurts. (After the third time Gukkie insisted on sleeping with one hyungie on each side, they pushed two beds together just for him. Yeah, his hyungs are pretty whipped alright.)
Now JK is frowning, blinking owlishly in the light filtering through the blinds.
Tummy all rumbly now. Hyungies still not waking?
He pouts, turning to Jimin and experimentally poking one puffy cheek. Jimin twitches his nose, but carries on sleeping.
Gukkie's pout gets bigger, and he turns back to Yoongi, bending all the way down to look at his hyung. He gets so close he goes cross-eyed, nose almost touching Yoongi's as he breathes noisily into his face. (Gukkie has a slight sinus problem, which means he often wakes up with a stuffy nose in the morning. Normally it'd be clear by now, but nobody's fetched a tissue for him yet, so he's sniffling away this morning.)
Just as JK is about to try and sneak out, Yoongi's eyes fly open and stare right at him, expressionless save for the eyebrows shooting up his forehead.
Squeaking, Gukkie hastily scoots backwards on his bum; only to ram right into Jimin, elbowing him pretty hard in the side.
Jimin wakes up with a muffled yelp, groaning and clutching himself around his middle.
JK panics, swiveling his head left and right, eyes wide and hands clamped over his mouth.
"Gukkie? Ergh… Why're you up so early?" Yoongi stretches an arm for his phone, falling back with a groan when he sees it's just a quarter past six in the morning.
"Go back to sleep, sweetie," he mumbles, tugging at the boy to lie down.
But JK stares fixedly at Jimin, who's curled up even tighter and moaning softly, and the Little starts to whimper.
When tears drip down his cheeks, Yoongi finally notices something is wrong.
Immediately his caregiver instincts kick in; he sits up in a rush, all traces of drowsiness gone. "Baby? Why are you crying, are you hurt??"
JK just wails out loud, flinging his arms around Yoongi and burying his face into his neck.
"Papaaa…." he sobs, "Muh...Mimi hyungie, himmmm." He tries to explain, but the blubbering drives him unintelligible.
"Use your words, baby. One at a time, okay?"
Shuddering, JK draws in a deep breath and stammers. "G...Gukkie wake up… wan' play, but hyungies sleep. Got h-hungry, wanna get up buh..but…"
"But somehow he managed to elbow me instead." Jimin wheezes, turning to face the two of them across the bed.
Abruptly, Gukkie stops crying, peeking over from the comfort of Yoongi's arms.
"...hyungie....Mimi mad?" He asks tearfully.
Jimin reaches over to ruffle his hair, wincing at the throbbing in his side. Gukkie might feel and act like all of five years old in headspace, but the sturdy strength of his body means his caregivers are getting some extra bruises, especially when he gets too boisterous and forgets his real strength.
"No bun, I'm not mad. It's just an accident, I'll be fine," Jimin smiles.
JK finally lifts his face and peers doubtfully, chin still wobbling.
"Really? Hyungie okay? Gukkie help?"
"Hmm? How will you help me, baby?" Stifling a yawn, Jimin leans closer and smiles with his fond, sleepy eyes.
"Kiss?" JK replies, hopeful.
"Aww. Who's the sweetest boy, huh? C'mere," Jimin pats the sheets, gesturing him over.
Eagerly, Gukkie wriggles out from Yoongi's hold and scrambles closer. With nervous hands, he clumsily pats Jimin's stomach; then gives him a loud, wet smooch on the cheek, rubbing his tear-stained face all over Jimin's.
Jimin giggles and rubs at his face. Then he swipes at JK's with the edge of the sheet, laughing when he dodges and screws up his nose.
"Hyungggg, don't," the Little whines.
"Then don't cry and I won't have to wipe," Jimin boops his nose.
"But Mimi hurt, Gukkie feel bad," JK mumbles, mournfully patting his tummy over the blanket. Not quite the right spot, but Jimin says nothing, preferring to nurse his sore ribs in silence.
A massive yawn from Yoongi catches their attention. He stretches both arms over his head, clicking his mouth shut at the end with a small growl. Watering from the yawn, a couple of tears squeeze out from the corners of his eyes.
Gukkie gasps. "Yoonie sad too??"
Reaching over, he drags a whole corner of the blanket to dab at Yoongi's eyes, but unfortunately ends up smothering his whole face. Yoongi sits up with a splutter, awake in an instant.
"Bun, please. The only thing I'm sad about is not getting more sleep," he holds JK off.
Just then a loud growling sounds. JK hurriedly pulls the blanket over his tummy, as if it would silence it.
“Watch out,’’ Yoongi gasps, “it’s the bear in Gukkie’s tummy! We gotta feed him before he escapes and eats all of us for breakfast!” His large hands slip under JK’s t-shirt and tickles his sides, until the Little is falling over himself giggling, Jimin scooching out of the way and chuckling.
Finally Yoongi stops, and slides out of bed.
“Will you take Gukkie to get his face washed, Min? I’ll go get breakfast ready,” he calls over his shoulder as he heads outside.
“Yes hyung,” Jimin replies easily. Like Yoongi, he could do with more sleep, but he’s looking forward to spending time with Gukkie. He can always have a nap in the afternoon.
After a few minutes, he leaves the room with Gukkie in tow, blinking sleepily in the brightening day.
Pausing in the hallway, he tells JK to wait while he nips into his bedroom for a change of clothes.
Sneaking inside, Jimin sees Hobi still fast asleep, starfished with his arms and legs flung out. He pauses when he spots a lump under the blankets on his bed. After some squinting, he makes out the tangle of curly hair on his pillow. Ah, Taetae must have come in here last night, he thinks. Bemused, Jimin swiftly gets his stuff from the wardrobe, noiselessly pulling the bedroom door shut as he smiles at Gukkie waiting obediently in the corridor. The Little is humming under his breath but otherwise quiet as he waits.
Hand in hand, they head for the bathroom to get ready for their day.
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Yoongi hums tunelessly as he whips up an extra big batch of pancakes, knowing how hungry Gukkie is. He’s prepared a bunch of fruits and spreads to go with it, and is in his element as he moves about, every movement deliberate, no gesture wasted. He is a joy to watch in the kitchen, although he would bluster and scoff if anyone were to say it to his face.
Just as he ladles out the batter for the last pancake, the other two enter the kitchen, Jimin making a beeline for the coffee machine and Gukkie latching on to Yoongi’s back, peering over his shoulder at the stove. The burble of the coffeemaker matches the happy gurgle from Gukkie when he sees what’s for breakfast today. Really, he asks for the same thing every Saturday they spend together, so it’s funny that he’s just as surprised every single time. But the delight on his face is sweet to see, and he's so easy to please that the hyungs mostly don't mind going out of their way at all.
Gukkie is just as spoiled as a Little as the youngest maknae, if not more, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
All the more, when they think back to how hard won all of this had been. The fact that JK physically needs to regress into headspace at least once a fortnight or risk lapsing, possibly in public or on schedule, is something they're taking with utmost importance. Hence the weekend sessions were as necessary as they were indulgent, even if some of them do take the chance to spoil him silly.
His happiness is worth it, and at the end of the day that is all everyone wants- for Jungkook to be healthy, and happy. Ideally that would hold true for all of them, really.
But as with any group of friends, as close to being family as they are, there are bound to be shifting dynamics.
At this moment, one of the members isn't quite as happy with all the changes that's been happening.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, he is also a consummate actor; so none of the others have a single clue how miserable he is, despite being out of sorts for weeks.
And maybe he won't mean to, but the secret resentment he harbours will lead to all sorts of trouble- for Gukkie, for himself, and even for the other members.
But for now, the morning reigns peaceful as Gukkie settles down for his favourite breakfast, with his favourite caregivers.
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Namjoon is the first one to join the merry group in the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee luring him out from his room, still bleary eyed but smacking his lips at the delicious aroma.
Despite Yoongi warning them to keep their volume down (it was barely past seven), Jimin and Gukkie had been playful and rowdy enough as they chomped through the food that he soon gives up trying.
Gukkie had been happily chattering and giggling as Jimin fed him the humongous pancake Yoongi had made specially for him. When Jimin swiped some whipped cream on his cheek, Gukkie squealed and scrambled away, before dipping his fingers in maple syrup and smacking his sticky hand on Jimin's arm in revenge.
Yoongi only just managed to keep it from escalating into an all-out food fight, but as Namjoon steps through the doorway, a piece of strawberry flies through the air and lands square on his chest.
He stops in his tracks, looking in bewilderment as the fruit slides down to plop onto the floor, leaving a little pink mark on his white t-shirt.
Gukkie jumps up from his chair with a guilty start, scampering to duck behind Yoongi. The bulk of his body is still visible, even as he hides his face in the elder's shoulder. Jimin looks guiltily between him and their leader, who's still flummoxed, staring at the mess on the table.
Sighing, Namjoon picks the piece of fruit off the floor and heads to the sink to wash his hands and grab an extra large mug, intent on getting his caffeine before anything. At Yoongi's urging, Gukkie steps out from his hiding place and squeaks out a meek 'sorry' in Joon's direction, nervously tugging at the hem of Yoongi's t-shirt. Sheepishly, Jimin chimes in with his own apology, embarrassed to have led the Little in the mischief.
Namjoon takes a seat at the other end of the table, exchanging wry glances with Yoongi as they shake their heads at the maknaes.
"So where's my 'good morning', hmm?"
He arches an eyebrow at Gukkie, who glances at Yoongi and back. At his encouraging nod, the Little hesitantly approaches Namjoon and peers up at him bashfully.
"M..morning, Joonie hyung."
Fondly, Joon opens his arms wide for a hug, letting out a soft 'oof' as JK barrels into his embrace.
"What's got you up so early, sweetie?" he smiles at the boy in his arms, draped half across his lap in his haste to greet him.
"Bear in Gukkie tummy go 'rawr'!" exclaims the Little, making two clawed hands and cutely baring his teeth.
They all chuckle at his theatrics, making him beam with pleasure as he bounces on the balls of his feet. Then a light sparks in his eyes and he crowds in close to whisper loudly into Namjoon's ear.
"Joonie hyung? Can Gukkie have 'nana milk?"
Amused, Namjoon shoots a look at Yoongi as JK steps back, hands linked behind his back and smiling sweetly like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Never mind that everyone in the room heard him 'whisper'.
Yoongi shrugs an 'up to you' at Namjoon, who caves right away when JK turns a hopeful smile on him, sparkly eyed with anticipation.
Groaning, he pushes up from his seat to grab the familiar hexagon-shaped bottle from the fridge, handing it to the boy. Gukkie crows aloud and bubbles over with unrestrained joy, throwing his arms around the leader again.
"Joonie hyungie the bestest hyung!" he grins, impulsively smacking Joon on the cheek. Pink-faced, the elder flaps his hand at the Little, downing half his giant mug of coffee in one go.
JK settles back into his seat, happily showing Jimin his drink. Wordlessly, he takes it and pokes the little straw through the foil top, handing it back to the younger. Scrunching his nose adorably, Gukkie eagerly sips at his drink with loud 'thupp thupp' sounds, as he finishes every last drop. Satisfied, he hiccups a small burp, going 'ahhhh' in content, heedless of the fond looks and coos from his hyungs.
As Yoongi clears up the breakfast dishes, he and Namjoon chat casually about their plans for the later half of the day. Yoongi asks if Joon has the time to look over a song for his album, if he could get Bang PD-nim to agree on an extra track. They work out a time, between the meetings Namjoon is slotted for.
Meanwhile Gukkie discusses his morning plans with Jimin, chattering away a mile a minute as he babbles about all the things he'd like to do. Keeping an ear tuned in, Namjoon is amused to hear outrageous requests like 'zoo! playground! swim! football!' alongside the normal line-up of cartoons, colouring and playing with the new Lego set that Hoseok had gotten him last week.
After some bargaining they settle on colouring, with the promise of cartoons when the rest are out of bed.
Before they can leave the kitchen, Yoongi stands up with a scraping of his chair, snagging JK's elbow and tugging him around the counter to the sink. Gukkie squawks indignantly as Yoongi wets a clean washcloth and rubs it all over his sticky face.
"Papa, noooo," he whines, trying to dodge out of the way. But Yoongi doesn't let up until all traces of fruit juice and syrup are gone, until the boy's face is pink and shiny.
"All clean," he chuckles, patting Gukkie firmly on his bottom to send him on his way. The Little pouts at him, then cheekily sticks out his tongue before dashing out of the kitchen, dragging Jimin along.
The two oldest enjoy a brief respite as they finish their coffee, slowly coming fully awake as the low murmurs of the two maknaes filter in from the living room.
Standing and stretching with a series of satisfying pops and clicks, Namjoon excuses himself to take a shower. He's the only one besides JK who showers daily, sometimes twice or thrice a day in the sweltering summer or when he's been working out.
After putting on a fresh pot of coffee to brew in the machine, Yoongi steals the next few minutes for himself, zoning out while tapping his fingers to the beat of a refrain that's been stuck in his head since last night.
The morning calm would not last long, but for a precious few moments, Yoongi relishes being by himself for a little.
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Gukkie is peacefully colouring on the coffee table while Jimin lounges on the couch and scrolls idly on his phone, looking over when JK calls for his attention every now and then. He nods with approval and makes the appropriate 'oohs' and 'aahs' of appreciation, even when the Little doesn't colour within the lines. Satisfied, Gukkie goes back to the pictures in his superhero colouring book, humming a little tune as is his habit.
After half an hour or so, Gukkie starts to get restless, jumping to his feet to fetch more crayons, spilling a whole box of colour pencils, and crumpling a whole page of his colouring book when he gets frustrated about choosing the wrong colours.
Jimin keeps a hold on his temper, only warning him once or twice, but the Little pouts and stubbornly ignores him. But when he tears the ruined page out of his colouring book, Jimin's patience snaps like a fraying thread.
"Gukkie! Didn't Hobi hyung buy that for you?? He'll be so upset if he sees that!"
"If I see what?" A sleepy voice chimes in from behind them.
Both JK and Jimin freeze, before Gukkie is scrambling to hide the evidence.
"Ho...Hobi hyungie! Morning," Gukkie chirps, blinking large puppyish eyes at the elder. In his fist is the crumpled piece of paper, which he's awkwardly trying to conceal by sitting on his hands.
"Morning, sweetheart. Aren't you up early, baby?"
"Y…yeah! Gukkie had pancakes! And 'nana milk," beams the Little, promptly forgetting his secret.
"Mmm, sounds yummy. I should go get myself breakfast too… Then hyung will come play with you, yeah?"
Hobi's heart-shaped grin melts Gukkie's reserve and he gurgles happily, leaping to his feet to rush over for a hug.
…except he drops the crumpled paper ball, which rolls over to Hoseok's foot.
Still smiling, Hobi picks it up and straightens it out curiously.
"What's this, baby?"
"N…nothing!" Hastily JK grabs the page out of his hands and shoves it behind his back. His wide-eyed smile now held more than a hint of panic.
"... Sweetie. Have you been tearing your books again?"
Both JK and Jimin flinch reflexively at the disappointed tone in Hobi's voice, years of dance practise rendering them extra sensitive to criticism from their dance leader.
JK's lower lip starts to wobble as he twists his hands guiltily behind him. He blinks rapidly at the elder, traitorous tears pooling as his lips automatically pull down into a sad pout.
"Gukkie wan' make nice for hyungie," he offers timidly in a small voice, scuffing his left foot behind his right ankle. Next to him, Jimin bites his lip to stop smiling at the sight of the boy, the very picture of remorse.
If all the hyungs are pushovers for little JK, Hobi's the biggest one of all. In a few seconds, he walks over and sweeps Gukkie into the hug he'd wanted to give him so badly earlier.
"That's alright, bub. Let's try not to do it again, 'kay? It'll be a shame if all your books end up torn and tattered, right?"
"You'd buy him new ones anyway," Jimin points out cheekily, giggling when the dance leader rolls his eyes. He doesn't deny it, since they all know he's the biggest pushover when it comes to Gukkie.
JK sniffles and nods, offering his cheek for a kiss, which Hobi gladly gives. He ruffles the boy's hair and pats his back, until Gukkie is tearfully smiling again.
"Why don't you choose another picture to colour for me, sweetie? I'll come see in a bit, okay?" Hobi smiles when JK eagerly flops to the floor to do as he says, then goes to join Yoongi and Namjoon in the kitchen for his own breakfast.
"Hyung," Jimin calls out before he disappears, "is Taetae up yet?"
Hobi pauses and turns, a slight frown on his face.
"I'm not sure, really. He was tossing and turning a lot last night. When I went to the toilet at 3am his phone light was still on, even though his eyes were closed."
Jimin tilts his head, thoughtful. "Maybe we should let him sleep in then. He doesn't have a schedule today right?"
Here Hoseok looks hesitant, opening his mouth to answer and then closing it again without saying anything. He shoots a quick glance at JK, and only speaks when he sees that the boy is busy with his colouring, the tip of his tongue sticking out as he concentrates.
"He said he might go in to look over some compositions, maybe use the gym or dance a little."
"Taetae, dance? Gym??" Incredulous, Jimin turns to face him fully, arms on the back of the couch. "Are we talking about the same person, hyung?"
"That's what he said," Hobi shrugs, clearly uncomfortable.
"But it's Saturday. Isn't he going to spend it at home with us? He didn't say anything about leaving when we all checked in on the groupchat."
Hobi shifts on his feet, looking like he would very much like to be anywhere else right now. He also looks like he's swallowed a frog, so Jimin sighs in exasperation and turns away.
"Never mind, hyung. I'll ask him myself."
Gratefully, Hoseok flees to the kitchen and presumably his coffee.
Jimin glances down at JK, who's still sprawled on his front, colour pencils scattered around him on the carpet. But his hand is paused, and he's looking up at Jimin with a slight frown between his brows.
When he sees Jimin looking back, Gukkie tilts his head quizzically.
"Mimi hyungie? Where's Tata?"
Jimin curses under his breath and reaches out to ruffle the Little's hair.
"Tae-hyung is still asleep, baby. He'll come out to play later, okay?"
But Gukkie's frown just gets deeper, his mouth puckered into a pout.
"Tata say that too last week. But Tata never come."
When Gukkie goes back to his colouring book, he presses the tip of the pencil too hard on the paper and it snaps. Catching the telltale wobble of his lower lip, Jimin hastily distracts him.
"Shall we watch cartoons now, baby? Hobi and Joon are both up, no one will mind if we turn the sound on lower."
His eyes widen and JK quickly nods. He's still a little subdued, but at least he's not crying.
In no time Jimin has the TV set up with Paw Patrol, the younger sitting on the floor and snuggling against his legs, resting his head against his thigh as Jimin strokes his hair. He even pretends not to notice when Gukkie sneaks a thumb into his mouth. He'll bring out the binky later.
Rummaging in the basket beside the sofa, Jimin picks out a soft blanket and bends forward to drape it over JK's legs. He also drops another thing he'd found wedged between the loveseat and the sofa.
"Cooky!" cries the Little, pulling out his thumb with a pop.
"Miss you sooo much. Cooky my only fwen," he declares solemnly, smooshing his face into the pink fur of the giant squishy.
"Hey," says Jimin indignantly, "what are we, chopped liver?"
Gukkie giggles. "Eww, liver! Yucky. Hyungies are different," he shrugs, "hyungies are Gukkie's family."
The loud 'awww' Jimin coos in response startles JK, as when he bends forward to give him a bear hug, clinging around his neck like a limpet. When the Little protests, he just giggles and rubs his face into the crook of his neck, sniffing the soft scent of baby powder. (Gukkie tends to get heat rash, especially when he sleeps sandwiched between two hyungs, so they've taken to dousing him with baby powder before sleeping, which he loves to puff into a white cloud, to their chagrin. It's not odd to see one of his caregivers wearily stepping out with a literal white face, thanks to his bedtime shenanigans.)
Jimin nuzzles the nape of his neck as long as he can, before Gukkie wriggles away with a loud whine.
"Hyunggg, go 'way," he grumbles, cheeks puffed out in exasperation. "'s too hot!"
Gasping in mock affront, Jimin lets go of him, before sliding off the sofa and getting to his feet.
"Fine then. I'll go away, nobody will play with you," he says, pretending to walk away in a huff.
"Nooooo, come back!" Gukkie whines, clinging to his leg until Jimin has to hold up his sweatpants or risk them being pulled right off.
"Make up your mind, cheeky baby."
"Sowwie," JK mumbles, rubbing his face Jimin's leg so he chuckles fondly.
"Fine, but I do have to use the toilet, bunnykins. Hyung will be right back, okay?"
Grumbling, JK nods reluctantly and slips his hands off. Jimin watches him for a while to be safe, but the younger soon gets distracted by the TV, mouth hanging open as he watches the puppies giving chase to the bad guy in a police car.
Smiling, he leaves the younger to it and heads to the bathroom, popping his head into the kitchen to warn the others that Gukkie's by himself in the den. It shouldn't matter, but they've learned to their chagrin that he can't be left alone for too long when he's in his Little headspace. Just like a kid, he tends to get himself into all sorts of trouble when unsupervised.
The last time, he'd managed to knock over one of the bookshelves, the one full of Namjoon's books, just because he'd spotted a small duck figurine right at the top and had tried to climb the shelves to reach it.
Yoongi had been in the kitchen preparing dinner and everyone else had stepped away for a moment, since Gukkie had been quietly playing with his Ironman and Wonder Woman figurines. The thunderous crash and loud scream had everyone rushing to the den, only to find JK on the floor in a daze, books scattered all over him and the bookshelf lying on its side. There had been a second of silence before the boy started wailing at the top of his lungs, leaving his hyungs scrambling as they rushed to find out if he'd gotten injured.
Miraculously, he'd escaped with just a bump on his head, and the bookshelf had fortunately tipped sideways instead of landing on him. The members had seriously discussed childproofing the flat that day, but came to the conclusion that it would be easier to just keep an eye on the Little and not leave him to his own devices.
On a whim, instead of the bathroom in the hall Jimin heads for the ensuite in his shared bedroom with Hobi. Earlier he had spotted what looked like it could be a pimple; best to use his face cream and serum before it forms.
He is careful to enter the room quietly, in case Taehyung is still asleep, since Hobi said he slept late.
To his surprise, Tae is already awake. He's sitting up in bed, legs idly swinging over the side like he had been debating whether to get out.
"Morning, Taetae. Did you sleep well?" Jimin asks softly, going up to ruffle his hair. Tae's bedhead looks adorable, as does his puffy face, eyes struggling to stay open.
"Mm. Not really," he replies vaguely, averting his gaze and ducking away from Jimin's touch. "Where's Hobi hyung?"
"Went for breakfast. You want some? Yoongi made pancakes, he put aside some batter in the fridge." He sits next to Tae and tries to put an arm around his shoulder, but Taehyung shrugs it off and stands up.
Jimin feels a little hurt, taken aback by his standoffish gesture. Taehyung is much more tactile than he is; he's never backed away from a touch, much less avoided a hug.
Maybe he still has a headache like Hobi said?
Giving up, Jimin heads over the bathroom, his bladder complaining about being ignored.
"Oh, Gukkie asked for you. He's alone now, just watching TV. If you could go to him that'll be nice."
Did he imagine it, or did Taehyung just pull a sour face at the mention of JK? Whatever it is, the look disappears in a flash as Tae nods curtly and leaves, pulling the door shut.
'Bang!' It closes too hard, making him jump a little. If he hadn't been in such a hurry for the bathroom, he'd have gone after Taehyung and demanded to know what was wrong.
As it is, when everything plays out, Jimin dearly wishes he had done just that. Perhaps it would have made a difference to the day, instead of the utter shitshow that awaits.
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