yoongi gives him a flat look. “i guess you forgot how much you hate going to graveyards. i wonder how much you’d like it if you woke up in one.”
“hyung, you would never, i’m your best friend!”
“all the more reason.”
jungkook can’t help the little giggle that spills past his mouth, and both namjoon and yoongi look at him when he reaches up to cover his mouth. he pulls away as naturally as he can, going, “what?”
yoongi stares at him longer than namjon does, who snickers. yoongi’s hand makes an aborted movement before he pulls it back to himself, twisting it in his rumpled shirt before grabbing his backpack. namjoon is the one who reaches out and tugs something from jungkook’s hair; it feels like he’s pulling on his hair, but then the pressure immediately fades away before jungkook can get the first syllable of “ouch” out of his mouth.
in his hands is a twirling white flower, five petaled, with a little dip in the middle.
“this just grew out of your head,” he explains, amused. “it was sort of cool?”
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25 May 2019