《shoot her | jjk》029
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I stayed in bed with Y/n until Jimin came into my room and interrupted us again, sometimes he's such a cockblocker.
I huffed out in annoyance and sat down beside her at the table. "Seems like someone's mad," Yoongi muttered as I rolled my eyes at his comment.
"Maybe because he didn't get any." Jimin laughed as I glared at him.
"You got no jams Jimin," Namjoon said, making Jimin pout.
That's what you get, you cockblocker.
Noona nudged Namjoon so he wouldn't tease Jimin, who was on the verge of crying. "Stop being a baby." Yoongi sighed at the boy.
"Jin hyung," Jimin smirked at Namjoon as he snitched on him, "Namjoon hyung broke your chopsticks last night." Jimin stuck his tongue out as Jin's nose flared.
"He did what!?" Jin stood up and glared at Namjoon. "I-It was an accident hyung..." Namjoon his behind noona as I gave him a look.
What is she? A shield?
"Calm down oppa, I'll buy you a new set." Noona said calmly as hyung smiled at her, "Thank you Y/n, as expected as the only well-mannered one here." He sat down as we glared at him.
He glanced at Namjoon before continuing to eat. "That doesn't mean that you're not getting hit for that," Jin said as Namjoon gulped, almost forgetting how to breathe.
"I'm well mannered!" I shouted as he rolled his eyes.
"I'm more mature than these brats!" Taehyung exclaimed as we gave him an offended look.
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