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Being friends since high school means that eventually, it makes sense for the two of them to become close - mentally, physically, you name it.
It’s a normal day – as normal as it can be for the group of seven boys.
(”BTS! Bangtan Boys!” “No, Tae. For the last time, we don’t need a group name.” … “Stop pouting.”)
Said group is sitting in a not-so-circular circle on the grass in the quad. It’s a nice day, with the sun being out and there being virtually no clouds. Namjoon and Seokjin are sitting next to each other, off in their own little world, and are so close that their heads are almost touching. Hoseok – (”J-hope! Hobi hyung!” “No, Tae.”) – is texting Yoongi on his phone to hurry up and join them. Taehyung is on his back with his arms pillowed beneath his head, just staring up at the sky with a soft smile on his face. Jungkook and Jimin… Well, Jungkook is sitting up, slightly leaning back and is propped up by his right arm. His left arm is curled up on Jimin’s stomach, who is resting his head on Jungkook’s upper thigh with one hand filtering through the grass and his other hand playing with Jungkook’s.
All of the boys, sans Yoongi, met up in the quad because they were done with classes and other obligations for the day. Suddenly, Jimin shoots up from his comfortable position with wide eyes.
“Oh no,” he groans. His head tips back with a dramatic flair. The only one who seems to be paying attention is unsurprisingly, Jungkook, who places one hand on Jimin’s hand. His excuse is that it’s meant to be a sign of comfort. No, it’s not because he loves to constantly be in contact with the older boy. Of course not.
“What’s up?” Jungkook questions. He’s not upset, per se, that Jimin sat up. He’s just confused. He thought they had all day to relax (’Together,’ he sulks). He hears Jimin sigh softly, resigned.
“I forgot to tape Running Man and it’s on in 15 minutes,” he laments, mostly just to be dramatic (but also kind of seriously). Jungkook is relieved, honestly. The speed at which Jimin popped up was alarming, so he thought something serious had happened. Well, actually serious, not Jimin-serious.
Jungkook stands up and brushes the grass and dirt off of his pants. “Well,” he sighs, extending a hand out to Jimin. Said boy takes the offered hand and stands up, too.
“Well, what?” he asks, looking confused. Jungkook smiles that tiny smile of his and pulls Jimin closer to him by his waist, being unnecessarily touchy.
“Let’s go watch your show.”