uiqns:

At this rate, It would take MORE THAN ORDERS to get him off. And not because the boy was being rebellious like the usual teenager he was – the boy just felt lazy to even make the slightest movement from the dining table. It seems like he had overworked himself yet again by the looks of it; his actions, as well as the exhaustion that manifested from his face, made it rather clear. “Let me be, slowly dying until I disintegrate.”

it seemed to jimin that junmo had made himself more and more at home with each visit to the shared bangtan dormitory. no one’s at home at the moment, or so jimin thought - either than or everyone else is asleep in their own separate rooms. it was just the two boys sharing a box of fried chicken, bought by junmo himself on the way here. 

he narrowed his eyes, hoping to radiate as much judgmental vibes as he possibly could as he shoves the last piece of chicken in his mouth. “it’s almost midnight,” jimin’s eye twitched, his grey hood covering half his face, “are you gonna sleep here?”