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— FOUL PLAY.

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(....)

“hey twinkle toes!” she calls, mustering up all that enhanced strength as she aimed the ball at him. “here’s your fucking ball.”

then she throws, a smug smile appearing when it lands and singes the grass beside the head of alpha’s vice idiot.

Jungkook was different. He really was. He tried to be nice to everybody, he tried to dispel a little bit of the misconception that all alphas were egotistical assholes who knew little else other than how to boast about himself. But sometimes – sometimes, he couldn’t help but seem like an angry prick. At least in the eyes of Lotus women and their agenda to pretty much try to eliminate every alpha on campus with their burning hatred for each and every one of them. And as much as Jungkook didn’t want to feed into the rivalry that didn’t make much sense when thought over, sometimes Lotus women were pretty infuriating.

Sure he wasn’t watching where he was going as he ran to catch up with the ball, it didn’t help that he was a giant and she was small, therefore, it was even easier to miss her, so when he ran into her, he had an apology ready on his lips, recognizing the girl but her name wasn’t catching up his brain.

He glanced down at her ruined pieces of material and he felt even more apologetic, even attempting rising to his feet quickly to help her up and try to salvage the situation however he could, however he had to literally duck for his life, falling back onto his ass as the ball he was ignoring his surroundings for whizzed right past his head in a speed too fast to be of human capabilities. He gaped at her, shuffling to his feet quickly enough, his eyebrows furrowed thick and intimidating as he frowned down at her, “you could have decapitated me!” he complained, anger flaring in his bones at the carelessness, and even her audacity to smirk at him in mirth as if he wouldn’t have been laid out cold on the field if he had waited for only a second longer to react, in his bout of anger he kicked the rest of the pieces, sending them flying about the rest of the field, the model broken into a thousand pieces now and far beyond repair.

The last vestiges of pettiness he had left in him froze the blood at the very tips of her fingers. It wouldn’t hurt her too bad, only made it harder to pick shit up, it was his turn to smirk, “try picking up that shit with numb fingers,” he said, and really it was honestly so lame, but he couldn’t think of a better reaction so quickly, only mad she even thought it was okay to threaten his life like that, no matter if he was exaggerating (just a tiny bit), “we don’t have all day, we’ve got practicing to do, get your shit.” Yeah, he wasn’t helping the alphas’ image at all.

Internally, he sighed.

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(....)

“i was up there for almost an hour,” the healer laughed softly, fingers moving to pick a bit nervously at the bottom of his faded blue scrubs as he recalled the memory. he was supposed to be headed to his shift at the nursing home after this; it’d be the first time since starting the job nearly a year ago that he would be late, and he couldn’t even call in. “i hope this doesn’t take as long as that, you probably have somewhere to be.”

Jungkook stopped as Jimin seemed to take the room with his words, and laughed softly to himself when he realized Jimin was recalling the exact memory he was thinking of. Their relationship was often like that – cliche best friends that finished each other’s sentences and thought the same things without even having to say a word, just a look would convey paragraphs and Jungkook was pleasantly surprised to know that it remained that way, even after so many years.

Jungkook remembers it clearly. Poor kid was hanging by his shirt on a branch, and before Jungkook could even think about helping him down, he was in a fit of laughs, much like he had been moments ago. Jimin had been kind of frazzled, but Jungkook knew he couldn’t have gotten too hurt, or else he wouldn’t have done so much as giggle and help him immediately. That’s how it was with them, at least back in the day. Jungkook, even though he would get Jimin into sticky situations, would worry for Jimin’s safety all the same. Fiercely protective, some would say, but Jungkook would deny and just say he simply doesn’t like to see his friend hurt. And it’s true, who would?

Whereas Jungkook added some spontaneity into their lives, Jimin always managed to calm Jungkook down when needed. Made Jungkook worry about things at least sometimes. Without Jimin he probably would have gotten F’s where he didn’t need to, having the potential but no push to be concerned for anything besides music and that’s where Jimin came in. Always distressed when Jungkook failed to be, and perhaps it’s what made them work so well – they balanced each other out perfectly – could go as far to say they were made for each other, but Jungkook didn’t let that thought linger in his head for much longer.

“I wouldn’t have left you there, I don’t know what you were so afraid of,” Jungkook said in response to Jimin in almost a daze, forgetting for the slightest second that they weren’t even on speaking terms as his mind wandered to the memories and wrapped itself around with a longing. He wondered if help would be here soon to come get him the hell out of this elevator.

Jungkook pulled the smallest grin Jimin’s way, however, didn’t remain in eye contact with the younger, somewhat afraid of what he’d find if he did, so he didn’t. He normally wasn’t a fidgety person but Jimin seemed to bring that out in him, habits that showed how weak he was for his best friend, “Just– class,” he remarked, light breath of air trailing after the words indicating it was somewhat of a joke, but it was tragic, really. But he’s got to admit, the class was a drag and anything was a nice distraction. Jungkook sniffed, staring down at his own two feet, “don’t you work at a hospital or something like that? Nursing home? I think we talked about it… last time we talked, will you be reprimanded for being late or something?” Jungkook asked, most of him genuinely concerned for what Jimin may have to endure but he was always trying to fill the silence as it left him to his thoughts, and talking to Jimin was much better than thinking about him while he’s sitting only inches away from him.

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rmjimin:

(...)

“ah,” he cleared his throat, glanced down at his shoes, “uhm, well, it’s just a cold, so it’s probably your fault.”

lame. it was a lame joke and thinly delivered and the silence hung for a while afterwards, but jimin craved to hear jungkook say anything to him that wasn’t said in a hurt or angry tone, even if he didn’t deserve it.

Jungkook had closed his eyes at some point, trying to sate the growing irritation in his gut at the situation he was forced to endure (or maybe his stomach was flipping at the prospect of being right beside Jimin again, though he wouldn’t admit the latter) when Jimin had the audacity to crack jokes right now. As if they were okay as if the situation was okay. He barely cracked his eye open to see Jimin’s (tiny) hand pressed against the elevator wall as if he was actually going to try to channel his power. Jungkook repressed a groan. (Jimin was too cute for how fucked up their relationship was, Jungkook didn’t want to grin right now).

He stayed silent for the following minutes, after realizing they had no cell reception in the elevator and chanced a glance at the younger once more when he was speaking again, and what he said, had Jungkook cracking up. Don’t get him wrong, it was the lamest cold joke Jungkook had heard yet, but coming from Jimin’s soft speech, paired with their current situation and ongoing one, Jungkook couldn’t help but let mirth burst from his lips. Plus the fact it felt like a page was ripped right out of their childhood book, everything felt too familiar. Laughter felt like the right outlet rather than yelling or throwing things. Jungkook’s shoulders shook with the effort it took to try to hold the chuckles in, so he didn’t anymore and was full on laughing, wiping the tears from his eyes with one hand and holding his stomach with the other. He hadn’t laughed like that in a while.

“Oh man,” Jungkook finally spoke after winding down from the laughter, a few chortles and huffs trailing even after he tried to stop them. After his laughing fit, he had finally looked up at Jimin properly, and things turned serious (at least in his own head) once again.

Jungkook realized he hadn’t really looked at Jimin in a such a long time. They hung out a few times Jimin’s first year, but after that, Jungkook hadn’t really gotten to watch Jimin shape into this new person adulthood molded him into. All sharp edges and hard planes, but still managed to look soft. Versus when they were younger, he was full of baby fat, with the cutest chubby cheeks. The differences were unparalleled, his Jiminie had grown up and he didn’t get to watch any of it properly. He hadn’t noticed til he was hit with longing to see Jimin that he regrets every moment of Jimin’s senior year that he missed. He regrets leaving Jimin’s side at all. Jungkook didn’t really know it yet, but their separation was the biggest cause for the divide. Jungkook left Busan behind when he went to college, the memories of everything he did there fuzzy but every memory Jimin sat in was clear, and he doesn’t remember how he worked up the courage to leave his best friend behind. Especially after everything Jimin had gone through with Siyoon, with his parents -- how could Jungkook have been so selfish, and blame Jimin for it all? Jungkook retreated a bit to himself at these thoughts filtering in his head, suddenly feeling like a coward for the two years that have passed with the most important person in the world to him having drifted from him at a steady rate during. His heart broke everyday that had passed that he and Jimin existed in the same space, yet didn’t say a word to each other.

He cleared his throat, averting his eyes quickly when he realized he had been staring for probably an uncomfortable amount of time, sitting up straighter where he sat, “you’ve never let go of the grandpa jokes, I see --” he responded, his tone jest in nature, “that was honestly so bad, I don’t know why I laughed so hard. It’s just ---” Jungkook began his sentence trailing as he was reluctant to reminisce on what this situation reminded him of, “--it just. This reminds me of something funny --”

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To say that Jungkook was surprised that he would end up in this situation with the person next to him is a lie. The means were surprising, sure, but Jungkook knew that sooner or later he and Jimin would have to face each other. This was just fate forcing it to happen, however, it wasn’t any less annoying. He hadn’t talked to the other in weeks, maybe months even and when they did it was short and curt -- seeing him upon his own volition you can forget it. They drifted and Jungkook wanted to blame Jimin because the younger would avoid him like the plague at any cost it seems, and it was human nature to avoid responsibility for things that were painful, but Jungkook couldn’t do that with a clear conscious. This was Jimin he was talking about. He loved him. Still did if he was being honest. His closest friend that had been by his side since before he could barely walk. Jungkook had a fault in that he began this slow divide between the two of them since he had gone off to college.

His excuse was that he was busy (which was true. Freshman year really kicked his ass) but he didn’t even realize he and Jimin hadn’t talked much at all until he was telling Jimin about how he couldn’t come to his graduation no matter how hard he tried because of finals. He remembered feeling horrible about it, too. It didn’t sting as bad at first because he figured Jimin would be back by his side soon enough. Jungkook assumed things between them would normalize, like how they were, but there was a change that was barely noticeable at first between them, but now is completely and utterly unavoidable that has wedged them so far apart that Jungkook had started to forget what Jimin even sounded like (lie number two). Jungkook would say they’ve drifted because of their respective legacies, but he won’t even kid himself because they’ve been off long before then. He missed his friend, more than he’d like to admit, and he was tired of staring after Jimin whenever he’d catch even the slightest glimpse of the younger if they crossed paths, or stumbling upon the many photos they had together pre-university, which only served to make him even sadder.

Despite how dire their situation was, the world could have lightened up a bit with its choice in a reunion. Jungkook was late as it was trying to get to class but opting to eat first, which was clearly the worse decision he could have made. Piles of students ended up in the elevator, that managed to all somehow strategically filter back out before Jungkook’s floor came up. He saw Jimin through his peripherals but he forced himself not to even turn his way, the atmosphere too awkward to attempt to penetrate, plus, his heart hurt a bit too much to pretend that they were okay anymore. He preferred the silence and the tension to pretending. He was itching to get off the elevator when it rumbled and jostled, lights flickering signaling that it wasn’t ready for him to go.

“You’ve gotta’ be shittin’ me--” Jungkook mumbled to himself, shooting forward toward the buttons, and pressing various ones knowing in the back of his mind that it would do absolutely nothing to fix the situation, but humans tended to do stupid things out of desperation.

Out of irritation, Jungkook let words tumble from his lips, barely glancing the younger’s way, “can’t you like heal the elevator, or something?” he instantly regretted the words after he said them but he didn’t even care at that point. He’d accepted he’d be late to class, and now he just sighed in defeat, and hoped administration would be notified soon and help would be on the way, he sighed deeply, and rather helplessly, shrugging his book bag off his shoulders and placing it next to him, sliding down the wall till he was sitting, one knee propped up to rest his arm on, “this is so fucked up.” He doesn’t even think he really meant the elevator.

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