Harmony's Melody (BTS - Jungkook FanFic)

Chapter 8: Double Slumber

JUNGKOOK'S POV

"Ya!!!! Is tomorrow the photo shoot?" Taehyung bounced on his bed while staring at his phone. You're not two years old.

"Duh! Swag." Yoongi leaned back with his legs apart and put both his hands on the front of his snapback pretending to pose.

We're in the dorms and we are all exhausted from dance practice. I lied down on the couch and waved my hand at my face. It's so hot!

"Tomorrow is shooting day and we have to wake up at six..." Namjoon hyung stood up and shuffled in his slippers to the fridge in the kitchen.

I rolled over and groaned. Can I seriously ever be allowed to wake up after 10am? "Aghhhh!!!!" I screamed into the couch.

"It's okay, we all know you are having a 'War of Hormone' haha!!!!" Jimin smacked my bum and walked away.

I was shocked with what he just did. I'm not Taehyung...

"Nice one Chimchim, the concept right there in your face Kookie!" Hoseok danced his retarded self-choreographed iconic moves.

"Guys! We should all go to bed, it's already 1am and we need to wake up early." Jin came and sat on the couch and patted my back. "I hope you're doing well in school." He smiled at me and left.

Jin hyung is like this to everyone but sometimes I wish he is only this nice to me. Because if I was a girl, I would want to date him.

That is disgusting Jungkook...dating a member of Bangtan...

I pulled myself up and headed towards the bathroom.

I'm so tired and sticky plus tomorrow is going to be a camera and lights day.

Again...

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SEOYEON'S POV

I sat on my bed with my violin resting beside me. I woke up early on purpose to practice since I know for sure that I won't be able to practice when I go to Hayoung's place for her slumber.

I find it really awkward because when I was back in Sydney, I had never been invited to any sleepovers. And I promised that I would stay myself and be a 'nobody' in Seoul. Maybe it was the cultural barrier. I'm Korean afterall...but there were Koreans in Sydney too...

I smacked my leg to get myself out of my thoughts. I seriously think way too much. Is it genetic or is it just because of my personality?

I glanced at the time. 10:14am. I can practice another half hour before I start to pack.

I grabbed my violin and flipped back to the beginning of Bach's 'Partita No. 1 Sarabande'. Those double, I mean triple stops are really pissing me off.

I put my bow on the three strings and shifted my fingers up the fingerboard to the correct position. I played the difficult phrase again.

Finally! I got it. I repeated it a few times, just to make sure that I really did get it.

I sighed. Violin is getting harder and harder until the point that my fingers have this sour aching pain every time I finish playing a piece or even just a couple of bars.

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JUNGAH'S POV

"Omma! Can you drop me off at Hayoung's place and then pick me up tomorrow night? We have a sleepover." I dumped my clothes, accessories and what ever other things we might need into my huge duffel bag.