Codependency //JiKook//

“What?! Again?!” Jimin raised his voice at his parents and slammed his utensils on his plate

“Honey, please under-” Jimin’s mother started but was cut off.

“No! I do understand! You do this all the time! This is the 6th time this year!” A single tear left Jimin’s eye. “When will it end...?”

“Go to your room, Jimin. You need time to gather your things, and to time to think.” Jimin’s father spoke.

“But-”

“No more. Leave. NOW”

Jimin ran his fingers through his silver locks and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. Once he entered, his eyes instantly went to one of his dresser drawers. He jerked the wooden draw open a threw out piles upon piles of clothes until he reached the bottom of the draw.

“There you are.” He whispered to himself. And just like that, Jimin disappeared behind closed doors to make his “masterpiece”, painted with dark red ink.

“C’mon! Let me win for once!” Tae shouted at me.

“No way in hell, Hyung. Looks like I’m getting a new speaker this week.” I confidently said sweeping up the bundles of cash and slipping them into my school bag.

“This has gotta be the fifth time he’s won right?” Namjoon asked

“Sixth, actually,” Jin explained. He sat a little closer to Namjoon, running his fingers through the hair of the other.

“We should get outta here.” Yoongi muttered just barely loud enough for us to hear.

“Wae? It’s only 23:30 (11:30).” I questioned.

“Didn’t you know? There’s gonna be some new probably snobby rich kid coming to the school soon.”

“And? Do I look like I care? I mean, unless she’s hot.” I sassed the older one.

“Everyone’ll be cleaning more this week for this kids approval I’m guessing?” Jin asked still playing in Namjoon’s hair.

“Yep. I’ll catch you later guys.” Yoongi lifted himself out of the little folding chair and walked out the door.

Awesome. Cuz we need more brats acting like they’re all that at this school.