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“Bro, this is actually getting concerning.”
Jin’s voice echoed through the living room as he stared at Jungkook across the couch with genuine disbelief.
Jungkook didn’t even look up from his phone. “What is?”
Hoseok snorted from the floor where he was stretching. “You know exactly what.”
“I really don’t.”
“You have a folder.”
Jungkook finally glanced up.
“So?”
“SO?” Jin nearly threw the remote at him. “You have a folder labeled *Park Jimin Smiles Ranked by Emotional Impact.*”
Hoseok collapsed into laughter.
Jungkook looked offended instead of embarrassed. “That’s private.”
“You left it OPEN on the company iPad!”
“And the rankings are insane,” Hoseok wheezed. “How is airport Jimin only number seven?”
“Because mint-hair Jimin exists,” Jungkook answered instantly, like this was obvious.
Jin stared at him for a long moment before turning to Hoseok. “We failed as older brothers.”
“Completely.”
Jungkook ignored them both and went back to scrolling.
On the screen was a fancam.
Again.
Hoseok leaned over to peek before groaning dramatically. “You’re watching the same clip from last week?”
“He laughed differently in this angle.”
“Jungkook.”
“What?”
“You are down catastrophic.”
Jungkook shrugged like it was no big deal even though everyone in the company knew it absolutely was.
Because Jeon Jungkook — golden maknae, main vocalist, terrifyingly talented, usually calm under pressure — turned into a complete idiot whenever Park Jimin existed in a five mile radius.
And the worst part?
It had been happening for years.
—
“It started at trainee evaluations,” Jungkook said suddenly.
Jin blinked. “You’re actually explaining?”
Jungkook finally locked his phone and leaned back into the couch.
“He walked into the practice room wearing this huge hoodie and slippers.” His expression softened immediately at the memory. “He looked half asleep.”
Hoseok already looked tired. “Here we go.”
“And then the music started.”
Jungkook smiled to himself.
“He danced once and I genuinely forgot my own choreography.”
Jin gagged loudly.
“I’m serious,” Jungkook continued. “Everybody else in the room noticed him too. It was annoying.”
“So your solution was obsession?”
“It’s not obsession.”
Hoseok and Jin both stared at him.
Jungkook frowned. “Okay maybe a little.”
“A little?” Jin repeated. “You switched gym schedules because you found out Jimin works out at night.”
“That was coincidence.”
“You learned how to cook tteokbokki because Jimin mentioned liking it one time.”
“He looked happy eating it.”
“You stayed awake for thirty hours helping Namjoon’s group move dorms just because Jimin was there.”
Jungkook paused.
“…okay that one was a little desperate.”
Hoseok pointed aggressively. “THANK YOU.”
But Jungkook just grinned, completely unashamed.
“He’s worth it.”
Jin buried his face into a cushion.
“This is painful to witness.”
—
Across the city, completely unaware of the emotional disaster he was causing, Jimin was sitting cross-legged on the dorm floor trying to peel an orange.
Taehyung sat beside him playing games on his phone while Yoongi quietly worked on his laptop at the dining table.
Namjoon walked out of his room holding a book and immediately stopped.
“Why are there orange peels everywhere?”
Jimin looked down.
The floor around him was genuinely a mess.
“…creative process?”
“You’re eating an orange, not composing music,” Yoongi muttered without looking up.
Taehyung giggled.
Jimin tossed a piece of orange at him. “Traitor.”
Their dorm was calm tonight. Comfortable. Familiar.
The TV played quietly in the background while rain tapped softly against the windows.
Namjoon eventually sat beside Jimin with a tired sigh.
“Tomorrow’s schedule starts at eight.”
“Mm.”
“Which means we should sleep early.”
“Mm.”
“You’re not listening.”
Jimin held out an orange slice. “Want one?”
Namjoon accepted it immediately because somehow Jimin could derail every serious conversation with food.
Taehyung suddenly looked up from his phone. “Oh.”
“What?”
Taehyung turned the screen around.
An interview clip.
Jungkook smiling brightly at the interviewer.
The interviewer laughed nervously. “So who’s the idol you’ve been most interested in lately?”
Without hesitation:
“Jimin-hyung.”
Yoongi sighed the second the name left Jungkook’s mouth.
Namjoon closed his eyes.
Taehyung started cackling.
On screen, the interviewer looked delighted. “Again?”
Jungkook looked completely sincere. “He’s cool.”
“That’s your reason?”
“He’s pretty too.”
“JUNGKOOK,” Hoseok’s voice yelled somewhere off camera.
The clip ended.
Silence filled the dorm for exactly three seconds before Taehyung lost it again.
Jimin groaned loudly and fell backward onto the floor.
“I’m tired.”
“You didn’t even do anything,” Yoongi pointed out.
“Exactly.” Jimin covered his face with both hands. “I’m suffering for free.”