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Ticket translation:
Hyundai Card Super Concert 17
Date: August 19, 2012 (Sun) Venue: Jamsil Auxiliary Stadium
Reservation no: Name: (Mr. Phone number:
Standing R seats Section A Entrance number #2599
Price: Hyundai Card 20%(105,600 won) Payment method: Credit card Date of reservation:
In the case of misplaced tickets, please note no reprints will be issued.
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kpopfanfictrash · 4 years
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Road Trip
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Author: kpopfanfictrash
Pairing: Jungkook
Word Count: 1,901
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An accompanying drabble to The Rich Man’s Crochet Club. This drabble takes place after the events of RMCC and follows Jungkook (a side character) + a road trip where seokjin “accidentally” gets left behind.
[ PART OF MY JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY DRABBLE GAME ]
“I have to go to the bathroom,” Seokjin said from the back of the van.
“Should’ve gone at lunch,” Jungkook said, grip tightening on the wheel.
Yoongi dozed beside him in the passenger seat, both feet propped on the dashboard and a hat pulled low over his head. Behind Jungkook sat Taehyung, though he had headphones in and was bopping to a beat unheard by the rest of them. In the farthest row sat Seokjin, sprawled out on the seats in order to take a nap.
The van was one of two cars on their great summer road  trip. Hoseok drove the other, containing Namjoon and Jimin, but they were currently several miles behind because Hoseok drove like a grandma.
“It’s only been an hour.” Jungkook sighed, checking for Seokjin in the rearview mirror. “Do you seriously have to go?”
It was the second day of said great summer road trip – around noon the day prior, they’d left most hallmarks of civilization behind. Now they were surrounded by wheat fields and blue skies; it had been pretty at first but now, Jungkook had an urge to drive over the fields just to see something different.
“I really do,” Seokjin said, looking pained. “Unless you want me to go in an empty soda bottle, or something. Wait. Taehyung!” Leaning forward, Seokjin tapped Taehyung on the shoulder. “Hey, Taehyung.”
“Huh?” Taehyung started, pulling out an earphone. “You rang?”
Seokjin nodded towards the empty Coke bottle in his hand. “You finished with that?”
“... with my Coke?”
“Yeah.”
“I mean, sure,” Taehyung said, finishing it with a swig. He handed it back. “Why, what do you need it for?”
“Well, I –”
“No!” Jungkook blurted, horrified by the situation unfolding. “You are not peeing in that bottle, Seokjin.”
Taehyung’s eyebrows shot straight up. “What?”
Seokjin was already unbuckling his seat belt. “It’ll be fine,” he assured, clambering into an awkward position with one foot on the ground. “Let me see. If I just twist at the waist–”
“What’ll you do with the bottle after?” Taehyung asked, seeming curious. “Are you just going to keep the pee bottle in your cup holder? What if you accidentally drink it?”
“No and no,” Jungkook said, already pulling into the next lane. “I’ll find you a bathroom, alright? No need to piss all over the rental van.”
“Suit yourself,” Seokjin said, settling back on the seat.
Reaching over the console, Jungkook nudged Yoongi’s side. “Hey. Yoongi.”
Yoongi barely stirred, curling tighter in on himself. “Bite me,” he muttered.
“Yoongi, I need you to find us a restroom.”
“Why? Seokjin’s got a pee cup.”
“Yoongi!” Jungkook huffed, and he finally cracked a smile.
“Alright.” Yoongi yawned, pushing himself into a seated position. “What’m I doing?” 
Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he pushed his cap back and forth a few times.
“Bathroom,” said Taehyung, leaning to rest his chin on Jungkook’s seat. “I already texted Jimin in the other car that we’re stopping.”
Yawning again, Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s an exit in five miles,” he said as he flicked through his phone. “Should be a gas station there, or something.”
“Alright,” Jungkook said.
He made it there in under five minutes, pulling off a dusty ramp and into a gas station. The building was rundown and under normal circumstances, Jungkook wouldn’t have trusted the bathroom to wash his hands, but it was better than the prospect of Seokjin’s pee bottle.
As soon as Jungkook had the car parked, Seokjin yanked the door open and stumbled from the van. He nearly sprinted towards the restroom sign hanging from the side of a dilapidated building. Jungkook winced as he watched. Another bad sign was having the restroom entrance outside the gas station.
The three of them sat there a moment until Taehyung sighed.
“Well,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Might as well go, since we’re stopped…”
Although he spoke loftily, Jungkook saw the awkward way he walked when he left the van. He also had to go to the bathroom – it wasn’t just Seokjin.
Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt.
“You, too?” Jungkook asked in dismay.
Yoongi shrugged and pushed open his door. “Might as well.”
Once he was left alone, Jungkook sat in the car and after a moment, sighed and pulled out the keys. Climbing from the van, he lifted one hand to his brow and squinted at the horizon. Paris, Oklahoma looked nothing at all like its French counterpart, or so Jungkook assumed based on the photos he’d seen.
There was only one road which led from the highway to the town. Even the word town seemed to be a misnomer, since all that remained was a meager cluster of buildings. One or two cars parked at the curb and more than half the buildings appeared to be boarded up.
While Jungkook watched, a second car pulled off the ramp from the highway. Jungkook recognized Hoseok by the glacial speed at which he took a left turn.
As they pulled into the gas station, Jungkook smiled and waved, but Hoseok remained concentrated on parking the sedan in its spot. Only Jimin beamed and waved back, seated in the passenger seat to combat his carsickness.
“JK!” he yelled, pushing open the door. “This it?”
“Yep.” Jungkook jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Seokjin’s inside.”
As though on cue, the door to the restroom banged open and Seokjin stumbled out, shaking his hands as though they had been sullied.
“Phew.” He whistled, passing a disgusted-looking Taehyung. “That place has not been cleaned in a while. Hey, JK!” Seokjin walked towards the main building. “I’m going to get some gummies!”
“Alright!” Jungkook called back. “I’ll fill up on gas.”
“Make sure to give it more than one pump!”
Cracking up at his own joke, Seokjin headed into the building. Jungkook glared at his backside for a moment, burning holes in his jacket.
As soon as Seokjin was gone, Jungkook whirled around. “Alright,” he said, clasping both hands together. “New plan. Who’s down to prank Jin?”
Hoseok, who had just exited the car, looked at him in alarm. Namjoon, who had followed suit, gave Jungkook a bemused glance.
“That’s never a good idea, JK,” he cautioned. “Seokjin always retaliates, you always get mad and things always get way out of hand.”
“Yeah.” Hoseok bent to stretch his hamstrings. “Remember that one time you put salt in his soda, so Seokjin put a laxative in yours and you spent the whole night shitting on the toilet?”
Jungkook grimaced at the memory. “Okay, but that was one –”
“Or the time you put saran wrap on his toilet,” Jimin said, appearing beside them. He gently rubbed sunscreen into the bridge of his nose. “Seokjin responded by barricading your room with beer cases while you slept. He trapped you and your date inside.”
“Okay, that wasn’t great either – but this will be!” Jungkook insisted. “It’ll be totally harmless. You’ll just get back on the road and we’ll hide in town. Seokjin will come outside and freak, thinking we left him. Then we’ll come back and pick him up!”
“It’s a bad idea,” Namjoon said right away.
“It is,” agreed Hoseok. “But I kind of want to see where it goes.”
“Jimin.” Namjoon looked around. “You’re the tie-breaker.”
Jimin pondered for a moment, glancing again at the gas station. Taehyung had finished going to the bathroom and was walking their way, which meant only Yoongi needed to go. Seokjin could be seen just inside the store, picking out gummies with a serious expression.
“Alright, fine.” Jimin turned. “But whatever happens in retaliation better not slow our speed towards the west coast. I promised Olivia we’d Skype once I got there.”
“Deal,” Jungkook said with a nod.
They immediately dispersed, heading back towards their cars and once Taehyung arrived, he was filled in on the plan. His response of ‘hell yes’ was a positive indicator of his enthusiasm. Yoongi didn’t seem to care either way; all he said was, ‘don’t wake me up,’ and climbed into the front seat.
Jungkook entered the front, putting the car in reverse to exit the gas station. Seokjin continued to linger inside – it took him a good five to ten minutes to pick out the right bag of gummies; they all knew this from experience and had seen it first-hand.
Hoseok’s car pulled onto the highway – they’d catch up to him soon – and Jungkook drove behind a building in town to wait. It didn’t take long before his cell phone was vibrating.
“Hello?” he said pleasantly, answering on the third ring.
“JEON JUNGKOOK. YOU RAT BASTARD, YOU LEFT ME!”
Jungkook winced and held the phone from his ear. “Huh? What do you mean?”
“Look in the backseat!” Seokjin yelped. “I’ll wait. AM I THERE?”
In faux concern, Jungkook peered over his shoulder. Taehyung cackled, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Yoongi remained dead asleep on the passenger side.
“Shit,” Jungkook gasped, returning the phone to his ear. “I thought you were riding in Hobi’s car after the stop.”
“WHY WOULD I DO THAT?”
By this point, Jungkook was laughing so hard, he had to set his phone down for Seokjin not to hear. Managing to compose himself a bit, he lifted the phone to his ear.
“So, like, do you want us to come get you, or…?”
“OR WHAT, JUNGKOOK? OR. WHAT?”
“I don’t know.” Jungkook shrugged. “You could always hitchhike, or something. Isn’t that a great, American tradition?”
“Sure, it is. If you want to DIE.”
“Jack Kerouac did it and he didn’t die.”
“Jack Kerouac was white,” Seokjin said. “And he was on drugs half the time! Dude probably didn’t even know he was in danger.”
“Okay, okay,” Jungkook laughed, pulling from behind the building. “We’re on our way back.”
They were close enough to the gas station that Jungkook saw the very moment Seokjin’s jaw dropped. He stared at the van as they approached; Jungkook imagined the look on his face as similar to Cesar right before Brutus stabbed him. Utter betrayal.
“You little… wet-faced weasel,” Seokjin declared as the car pulled to a stop. Jungkook pushed the button for the door to open. “You were just waiting behind that building?”
“Yep!”
“Why –”
“Hop in!” Jungkook said, trying to contain his laughter.
Taehyung was also dying, laughing so hard tears slid down his face. “Wet-faced weasel,” he gasped.
Seokjin made sure to step on his foot as he climbed in the backseat. Settling down and facing the rest of the van, Seokjin menacingly leveled a finger at Jungkook.
“You’ll pay for this,” he said. As dignified as he could, he dropped his bag of gummies beside him. “This, I swear. May I never dance to WAP at a party again.”
“That’s not really a deterrent,” muttered Yoongi, unmoving from the front seat.
“May I ALWAYS dance to WAP at parties!” Seokjin remedied.
In the rearview mirror, Jungkook saw Seokjin crack a smile and relaxed, knowing everything was alright. Seokjin would get over this fast and they’d return to normal. Who knew – maybe Seokjin would even forget and there’d be no returning prank.
Obviously, this wasn’t what happened.
A week later, Seokjin crouched behind a cactus for over three hours just to startle Jungkook when he went out for his morning jog. Jungkook toppled into a bunch of smaller cacti, leaving his ass in a sorry state for the rest of the trip.
Namjoon had been right, Jungkook decided after that. The prank had not been worth it.
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