[n. a tiny trace or spark of a specified quality or feeling.]
genre: a little angst but fluff to make up for that 0.001% of it
word count: 1.37K +
summary: For once, you don’t really want to punch Jungkook. based on (x).
You stand there sniffling, with puffy eyes and hands stuffed in the pocket of your hoodie as you wait for Jimin to answer the door.
It takes an eternity before it opens, and when it does, it isn’t even Jimin. Jungkook stands there looking down at you with wide eyes, one hand holding on the door handle and the other on the toothbrush stuck in his mouth. Puffy, red eyes from all the crying wouldn’t stop you from rolling them at him, but for once he wasn’t the last person you wanted to see, so you squeeze through the doorway past him and go plop on the couch.