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Jimin swears if someone bursts into the apartment right now, dangerous and armed, he would volunteer as fucking tribute because he’s this close to losing his chill.
He’s sick and miserable and his nose if stuffy and his eyes are red and itchy and his muscles are aching and he has this massive headache and- you get the picture. He’s sick.
And Taehyung isn’t at home right now to fret over him and nurse him back to health. Nor is his Yoongi hyung who would by now surely have bundled him up and fed him some porridge. He’s Yoongis favourite and he milks it for all its worth.
But no, the two of them were not at this present moment in this apartment the four of them shared. Taehyung had gone to class and Yoongi has said something about needing to meet Namjoon to go over last minute changes to something. So Jimin was alone.
Well..not completely alone. He still had the last remaining member of this household with him. Although he’d much rather be alone and die at the hands of the common cold than have to share the same breathing space with this particular roommate of his. Jeon Jungkook. The spawn of Satan himself.
Jungkook swears if a fire were to break out in this building right now and everyone evacuated ...if someones cat got left behind he would volunteer as fucking tribute to save that sorry ass cat, because he’s this close to losing his chill. And he doesn’t even like cats.
He’s sick and miserable. His throat is dry, scratchy and raw and he has a fever and there’s this awfully persistent cough and- well you get the picture. He’s sick.
And Taehyung isn’t at home right now to make him feel better and give him his medicine like he always does when Jungkook falls ill. Nor is Yoongi at home to shove that damn thermometer in his mouth ever hour and make sure he’s warm and comfortable. No, his two hyungs are not present at this moment in this apartment the four of them share. He’s alone.
Or rather, he would like to be alone and die at the hands of the common cold than have to share the same breathing space with this particular roommate of his. Park Jimin. The devils reincarnate himself.
Really Jimin doesn’t get why. Why Taehyung decided it would be a good idea to get the four of them to share an apartment together. Sure he loved Taehyung to bits and he can’t imagine a morning without his Yoongi hyung...but did Jungkook reaaally have to be a part of the deal? Jimin doesn’t even get why Taehyung and Yoongi are so fond of the brat. He’s always picking on Jimins height, on how small he is, always boasting about how intelligent and brilliant minded he is (just because he was first place the previous semester. Fucking snooty brat). Always passing snide comments about Jimin. And Jimin did not like him. Not one little bit.
Jungkook doesn’t fully understand why. Why Yoongi decided it would be a good idea for the four of them to share this stupid apartment. Sure it costs less this way, but he swears he’d rather work two jobs and juggle on the roadside for money than have to be Jimins flatmate...and roommate. Jimin was so annoying. He was always smiling. And giggling. And being small. And cute. And nice.. why the fuck was he so nice to everyone? Its obviously a facade. He’s obviously got a hidden agenda...clearly he’s an undercover agent working for the government. He’s a robot. An android from the future- and okay maybe this fever is making Jungkook a little delirious too but that’s not the point.
The two are sitting in their room, on their respective beds, across from each other. Jungkook is lying flat, under the mountain of blankets and Jimin is seated on his own bed, blankets wrapped around himself. He kind of looks like a tiny baby. Not that Jungkook thinks its cute. No. Never.
They glare at each other ever so often before one of them breaks into a coughing fit or sneezes.
“Aish! I can’t do this anymore! Sitting here isn’t making me feel any better.” Jimin groans and gets up form his bed, heading outside the room.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Jungkook asks and throws off the covers to follow him. Maybe there was food. He would not allow Jimin to eat all the food.
“Hungry” Jimin replies as he walks into the kitchen, Jungkook behind him.
Jimin gets out a cereal bowl from the cupboard, pours himself some milk and sits down opposite Jungkook, pouring some cereal into his bowl.
“Its like I have no energy to even lift this stupid spoon” Jimin whines. He really was feeling quite miserable.
“Where’s my bowl?” Jungkook asks irritably.
“Get it yourself you brat”
“You suck” Jungkook grumbles and fixes his breakfast too, sitting back in his seat.
They eat in silence, with the occasional groaning complaint of a headache or whine about being exhausted despite having done nothing.
Jimin looks scornfully at the dishes in the sink when they’re done. He feels so exhausted he can barely stand upright, how was he supposed to wash these dishes, dry them and put them all away? Reluctantly he drags himself to the sink and begins the dreaded duty.
And suddenly there’s a human standing next to him drying the dishes.
“Jungkook?” He asks questioningly, shooting a puzzled look to the younger.
“If I don’t help, I wont hear the end of it from Yoongi hyung will I?” the younger grumbles and Jimin chuckles quietly.
Fifteen minutes later and they’re done.
“Thanks” Jimin says.
“I didn’t do it for you” Jungkook replies childishly.
“Why are you like” -achoo ‘this?” Jimin asks in between sneezes as he braces himself on the kitchen counter.
“Look at you. You’re so weak that a little cold has you out for the count”
“Yeah well two minutes ago you were whining about a headache and a sore throat!”
“Yeah well shut up”
“Really? Really now?” Jimin gives him a very unamused look.
“I’m not doing this” Jungkook sighs and turns to head back to bed when Jimin yanks on his sleeve
“Yah you brat! I’m not gonna clean this apartment up on my own! You’re gonna help me or I’m telling hyung” Jimin threatens and Jungkook wishes he had a gun and no conscience right now. He isn’t helping Jimin. No way. No chance. He’s not gonna let Jimin control him. He glares at Jimin.
Jimin dials Yoongi’s number.
They start off with the bedrooms.
Once their beds are made, they begin folding and packing away the pile of clothes they have , discreetly stacked in the corner of the room.
“Why on earth do you own so many of these huge white shirts?” Jimin asks as he throws said shirt to the younger who catches it expertly with his face.
“Its my aesthetic” Jungkook explains, pulling it off his face and packing it away. “You wouldn’t understand”
“Weird kid” Jimin shakes his head sadly at the poor soul with too many white shirts.
They work again in silence, throwing each other their own Items in between. And then Jimin finds something that makes him giggle.
“Why do you own this, you five year old” he laughs and holds up the item.
Jungkook looks at him, eyes growing wide in horror and lunges across, toppling Jimin over, grabbing the pair of iron man boxers and clutching onto it possessively as he crawls back to his side of the room.
“Iron man is awesome okay? You just...you just shut up” He replies defensively.
“Big white shirts and iron man boxers. You’re a really threatening young man Jeon Jungkook” Jimin muffles his laughter behind his hand and the younger glares at him.
When they’re done with they’re own room they make their way to the next one. Jimin tries jumping onto the youngers back , wanting to be carried around because he was oh so tired. But Jungkook of course shrugs him off effortlessly, leaving a pouty and grumbling Jimin following behind him.
Yoongi and Taehyung share a room and Jungkook is certain it isn’t very neat.
He was right. Its a mess.
“Honestly. You’d think two grown men would be able to at least make their beds before leaving.” Jimin sighs and he sets Taehyungs bed.
“Right? And for someone who’s always complaining about how untidy ooour room is, Yoongi hyung sure keeps his space really messy.” Jungkook comments, picking up various pieces of paper and a few strewn clothes.
“Oh ew!’ Jimin yelps, holding up an empty pizza box between his thumb and forefinger, crinkling his nose in disgust.
“Where he hell did you find that?” Jungkook gasps.
“Under.the.bed.” Jimin groans and flings it at Jungkook who lets out a rather unmanly yelp and glares at the elder.
“We live with animals” he sighs forlornly and Jimin hums in agreement.
Jimin is in the middle of putting away Taehyungs clothes when Jungkook breaks down in a coughing fit, falling dramatically onto Yoongi’s bed and clutching at his throat. When he’s done, he lies there, gasping for air.
“You okay there Jeon?” Jimin asks.
His response is a groan as the younger looks at him with big puppydog eyes.
“Don’t make me clean anymore. I can’t take it.” he says in a small voice.
“If you don’t get your ass up and grab a broom in the next five seconds I will vandalize your existence with an actual butter knife Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin smiles sweetly at him.
Jungkook is up and out in record time. He wasn’t scared or anything...but he’d seen Jimin get angry at Taehyung. It did not end prettily for the latter.
“You’re a sick and twisted man Park Jimin.” He says bitterly as they begin cleaning the living room.
“I love you too” Jimin replies sarcastically.
“One tiny twisted man” Jungkook adds and Jimin throws a cushion at him.
A few minutes later the dust is beginning to irritate Jimin.
“I swear to-,” Ahoo “God Jungkook,” - achoo! “You’re so ,” -achoo “Stupid.” he finishes and sniffles angrily as he opens the window.
“Ooops..” the younger has the decency to look a little sorry.
“For someone so smart you sure do dumb things sometimes” Jimin says curtly.
“I’m sorry okay! Gosh” Jungkook rolls his eyes.
“You better damn be”
“You better damn be” the younger mimics Jimins higher pitched voice, pulling a silly face behind the elders back.
“Why are you so annoying?” Jimin sighs frustratedly.
“Why are you so small?” Jungkook shoots back across the hallway as he puts the broom away before heading back to Jimin.
“I’m not small! I’m average height, you overgrown fuck!” Jimin snaps.
“Whatever you say sunshine” Jungkook says and plops himself onto the couch.
“Never have I been so exhausted after such little physical exertion” he yawns and stretches himself out laying on the couch.
“Yah. Move! Just because were done cleaning doesn’t mean you get to be an ass again.”
“But I’m sick” Jungkook argues.
“Congratulations Jeon” Jimin replies dryly, crossing his arms and waiting for the younger to move.
“ You got me sick.” Jungkook shoots him a look.
“Excuse your ugly face? YOU got ME sick you lying cockroach!” Jimin says outraged.
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“I did not! And I’m not ugly. I’m sexy and I know it. And you know it. So shut up.”
“I’m older. I win. You shut up”
“I’m taller, I could squash you.” Jungkook smirks.
“Rude little brat” Jimin says and he tries his hardest to push the younger off the couch.
“Nobody asked you to live with me” Jungkook argues.
“I’m not living with you, you twerp. I’m living with my best friend who’s living with my Yoongi hyung who’s living with..you” He says and curls his lip in disgust when he mentions the younger.
“So...you’re living with me essentially” Jungkook smiles. Jimin wants to rip his face off.
“Shut up and move!” Jimin grunts with the effort his putting in trying to push the younger away, except he wont budge. At all.
“No way! This couch is mine!” Jungkook yells.
“Too bad. Now its mine. You idiotface” Jimin announces and gives up the struggling, choosing instead to sprawl himself across the younger. Hey, if you can’t beat ’em, join ‘em.
“Get off! You can’t boss me around, I’m number one in this college” Jungkook says scandalized,
“Yes. You number one idiot face.” Jimin replies happily, making himself more comfortable with the little space he has, poking and prodding Jungkooks being to make him more comfortable to sleep on. Why was this kid so hard with his stupid hard muscles. He’s not comfy like Yoongi hyung.
They begin weakly swatting at each other, shoving and pulling at each others hair. Its a fight to the finish. Its man against man. Its a question of their pride. Its intense and its serious.... It also lasts a total of forty seconds before they both give up, panting and coughing with exhaustion and trying to regain their breath.
“You’re heavy” Jungkook complains minutes later.
“But you’re warm” Jimin yawns and unconsciously snuggles a little closer into the younger.
‘”I have a fever you dummy. Get off”
“Shh Jungkook. You’re warm and I’m cold.” Jimin argues softly, eyes already closing.
“I really hate you” Jungkook yawns and despite his words, winds his arm around the elders waist as he slowly drifts off to sleep too.
Yoongi walks in later to find his two dongsaengs curled up together on the couch in a tangle of limbs.
Jimins back is pressed to the back of the couch, Jungkook facing him, arm still loosely wound around his middle. The elders face is buried in the crook of Jungkooks neck and his hands are holding onto the arm around him.
Yoongi smiles fondly at the two and fetches a blanket to cover them with. He tries to pry Jungkooks arm off of Jimin but he’s surprised when Jimin responds to this even in is sleep.
He tugs Jungkook closer and shifts a little, mumbling in his sleep. “Mmh no..mine.”
Yoongi has to pinch his arm to keep from laughing. He takes his phone out, opening up the camera and grinning evilly.
When Taehyung gets home a half hour later and is met with the same adorable sight Yoongi was, he nearly lets out an animalistic squeal of glee. But Yoongi is fast to act, clamping a and over the youngers mouth.
“Shh! Don’t wake them up” he whispers and Taehyung nods.
“This is gold. This is blackmailing gold right here. Please tell me you took a picture” Taehyung exclaims excitedly.
Yoongi turns to him, smiling with that same crazy glint in his eye. “Oh I took pictures alright”
“How..how many” Taehyung asks, a little afraid of that look.
“Five hundred and forty two”
Taehyung blinks.“What the fuck hyung?”
Yoongi simply smiles back in return. Oh the fun he shall have with these two and these incriminating photos.