Jimin doesn’t even need to call shotgun because Taehyung and Jungkook slide into the backseat of Yoongi’s old car with mischievous smiles at Jimin. Jimin and Taehyung snicker at the reprimanded expression on Jungkook’s face, earning them a glare from both of the brothers.Īn hour later they’re heading out, the trunks of both of the cars filled with weapons and hunting supplies in case they need them. Jungkook shrinks under Hoseok’s stern gaze and nods meekly. “You know we don’t kill unless we have to.” “Kook,” Hoseok says sharply, overhearing his younger brother. “Do you think we’ll have to kill her?” Jungkook asks with a wide smile that’s just a little bit disturbing. Taehyung and Jungkook are whispering excitedly to each other. “Fine,” Yoongi grumbles, standing from his seat and heading into the kitchen of Namjoon and Jin’s house. Yoongi is strong and serious and silent, and a damn good hunter, one of the best, and Jimin greatly admires him and aspires to be like him someday. It had been instant the second Hoseok had introduced him to Yoongi, and his crush has only grown in the year that they’ve known each other. He knows Yoongi doesn’t like him, but the thought does nothing to quell his raging crush on the experienced hunter, much to Jimin’s dissatisfaction. Jimin tries to bury the sting of hurt he feels at Yoongi’s reaction to having to drive with him. “Play nice,” Namjoon says with a shit eating grin, and Yoongi scowls at him in anger. Yoongi, you’ll take the maknaes, and the others are with me.” Yoongi opens his mouth to protest, looking furious, but Namjoon holds up his hand to halt him. “We’ll leave in an hour,” Namjoon says, drawing Jimin’s attention back. He, along with Taehyung and Jungkook, are fairly new to the hunting game and they still find it riveting. Jimin buzzes with excitement like he always does when they get a new case. “Two beginner hunters discovered the pattern and tracked it back to the witch, but they’re still pretty inexperienced and requested that we step in.” “Nine,” Namjoon says, looking at a piece of crumpled up paper. “How many reported cases are there so far?” “But it’s been discovered that if the curse can’t be broken in eight days that the humans will remain chipmunks forever.” “The witch doesn’t kill,” Yoongi continues from his seat, and Jimin tries not to stare at his pouting lips too much while he talks. He hates disappointing Yoongi more than anything and it happens so often that Jimin lives in a near constant state of embarrassment and worry. Yoongi is giving them another annoyed look so Jimin folds into himself, trying to become as small as possible.
Jungkook snorts and Taehyung shoves at his leg roughly to shut him up. “We’ve gotten reports of a rogue witch in the area who has apparently been turning people into chipmunks.” “Okay,” Namjoon begins, and they all quiet down to listen. Namjoon and Hoseok enter the living room then, each carrying a bowl of popcorn that they pass off to the others. “Sorry, hyung,” Jungkook mutters, throwing a dirty look at Jimin as if getting yelled at was his fault.
His cheeks turn red and he looks down at his lap, fiddling with his fingers to avoid Yoongi’s gaze.
Jimin immediately wilts and shrinks into the couch, feeling Yoongi’s reprimand like a smack to the face. “Do you three ever shut up?” A cold voice drawls, and Jimin’s head snaps around to see Yoongi watching them from the other loveseat, his face twisted in annoyance. “Stop fooling around,” Jimin replies with a glare, flicking a potato chip out of his lap. “Ow!” His best friends wails, turning to Jimin with a wounded expression. Jin shushes them from the loveseat but they both promptly ignore him and proceed to start throwing chips at each other until Jimin gets annoyed and elbows Taehyung sharply in the ribs. Jimin is squished into the couch next to Jungkook and Taehyung, who are loudly fighting over a bag of potato chips.
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