jungkook gets the headband from one of his fans and is idly rolling it over in his hands when the idea strikes him. he angles a sneaky look at jimin (seated conveniently beside him) under his lashes.
the older boy (preternaturally sensitive to all things maknae related) immediately notices the attention and shifts so the cheap plastic under him creaks.
‘what?’ jimin mouths suspiciously.
jungkook whips his gaze away and shakes his head. “nothing,” he whispers back, tucking the sly smile into one cheek.