Chapter 7: Short
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Lol face here POV
The door was busted open and in came Yoongi and Namjoon holding a trashing Jungkook.
The trashing jungkook was brought to the living room as he yelled for them to let him go. The 'he was brought' was more like ' he was dragged'.
It took a while for the confused men at the sofa to realize that a mad hobi covered in mud, head to toe, branches in his hair sticking out weirdly. (That pun was unintentional... lol, branches...sticking...HEHe... sorry) He walked infront of the still restrained jungkook who was still fighting to get out of the iron grip. Hoseok brought his hand up and pulled back three of his figers and brought them up to Jungkook's forehead. He let go as a sound resonated through the now dead silent house. Jin had Tae dripping out of his mouth, never has he seen Hobi that mad, or mad at all. Other than the threathening face he holds when dealing with people we don't like. (we as in all readers and characters cause they can be dicks.)
He then turned on his heels, angrily stomping upstairs while mumbling profanities under his breathe that could only be heared as, 'that gothic phased bitch,' or things like 'fucking hell, I'm gonna take away his eyeliner.'
After hearing Hobi slam the door to his room, the other men looked at eachother. Yoongi and Namjoon letting Jungkook go. Jungkook flexed his shoulders a bit before growling lowly and a mere second later the sound of glass shattering.
Jungkook looked up to see Taehyung, with wide eyes. Jungkook looked Taehyung up and down and then to Jimin who had his tea in hand and jin with Tae dripping down his chin that he had yet to wipe.
"what?" he asked and that snapped Taehyung out of his daze.
"Ummm.." taehyung looked over to Jimin who was still stuck.
"Why are you here?" Jungkook asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I'm here to talk with Hyungs." Taehyung stated. "What are you doing here Jungkook?"
Jin and Jimin snapped their heads to Taehyung who was smiling at Jungkook and Jungkook returning with nothing but a cold stare. Jimin spit out the tea he hadn't swallowed yet. No one even noticing that he even had tea in his mouth.
"What?!" They said in unison. They looked at Jungkook. "When did you meet him?"
They said again with unison. They looked at eachother and Jin broke out laughing. Windshield wiping sounds going through the house.
"Umm..." Jungkook thought. "Yesterday."
Jin who had taken another ship of tea, spit it on Jungkook who despertly wipped it off, scared that he will become humorless and make dad jokes. (I love jin's jokes in real life tho.)
'That's impossible!" Jimin said as he set his tea down so he wouldn't choke on it from hearing far to much good news with too much surprise.
Jungkook rasied a brow and Jin placed his tea down as well. They all looked at eachother .
"You remember!" "-I remember!"
Jungkook looked at the men and then it clicked.
"oh yeah, he has short term memory loss."
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