Enemies with benefits - taekook

TWENTY THREE

“I disagree. I personally think some of Kinney’s best word was exhibited in the fourth adaptation, Dog Days. Though the third was intriguing and impeccable, the fourth added the childish essence to the novel, and played with the theme of the ambiguity of being a teenager profoundly.”

“Are you talking about the Diary Of A Wimpy Kid series?”

“What else?”

“I hate you guys,” Jungkook said, and Jimin began laughing. They were on the staircase in the courtyard outside the food hall. Taehyung was sitting with them for once, but he was leaning against the steps lazily, scrolling through his phone, not paying attention to the conversation.

“Go hang out with your new best friend then, Jeon.” Jimin snickered, and Jungkook looked at him with confusion.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been chilling with that newbie every day,” Jin explained, and Taehyung looked up from his phone.

“I swear- Jackson’s little squad gets gayer with every new addition,” Yoongi scoffed, and Jungkook looked at him.

“I think they’re nice,” Jungkook said, and Yoongi hummed, resting his head against the steps. “Plus, they’re really good at football.” Jungkook continued.

“Don’t stop ‘em from being fags,” Yoongi snorted, and then Hoseok laughed at his abruptness and high-fived him. Jeez, what were they, 5?
Taehyung snickered. Jungkook looked down, playing with the fold of his shoes. “No need to be mean, Yoongi. Just 'cause they’re close-”

“Shut up, Jungkook. I’m just making a joke, stop getting so pissed over everything.” Yoongi snapped, and Jungkook stilled.

“Sorry,” Jungkook said quickly, and there was odd silence.

“What’re you being such an asshole for?” Taehyung said to Yoongi, and Jungkook almost scoffed. He rather have Yoongi call him a fat mushroom than Taehyung talk about someone else being an asshole. Fucking ironic.

“Says you!” Yoongi said, looking at him. “Just go… make out with someone’s girlfriend.”

Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin went ooohhh and Taehyung rose his eyebrow. Jungkook giggled and then saw Jackson and his friends at the bottom of his steps. Jungkook waved his hand. “Ah great, it’s those loud fucks again,” Yoongi mumbled, seeing the seven of those boys walk up to them, all rowdy and loud and making a tremendous amount of noise.

“What’re all of you sitting here all sad and shit for?” Jackson asked, and Jimiin shrugged.

“We’re being edgy teens, leave us alone,” Jimin said, and Mark ruffled his hair.

“Hey,” Yugyeom said, and Jungkook looked up and smiled brightly. “Hi.”

“You didn’t text me back this morning,” Yugyeom said softly, kneeling down to sit in front of him. Jungkook sat up to be a little closer to him. “I was in a rush, sorry,” Jungkook responded, and Yugyeom pinched his cheek.

“Don’t worry about it,” Yugyeom said, and then sat down beside him. Jungkook smiled, and then looked to the side and saw Taehyung looking at him. The moment Jungkook saw him looking, Taehyung looked away.

“Yo, Youngjae- where’d you get that bruise from?” Namjoon asked, and everyone looked at Youngjae, who had a fading bruise on his cheek
“Um- nothing. I fell.” Youngjae said quickly. Jackson scoffed. “More like you got beat up. He won’t tell us who busted his pussy ass.”

Taehyung was looking at his phone again. Jimin and Jungkook were silent. “No one punched me, chill, Jackson,” Youngjae said, and Jackson slung his arm over his shoulder.