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"Tu es un idiot." Kara shook her head in disbelief as she pressed the cold ice pack against Jimin's bruise.
"Hey, don't call me and idiot." He shoved her hand away. "If anyone's the idiot, it's you." Jimin turned to Namjoon who was just casually snickering.
"Why would you jump over the table like that when you know damn well it can't hold your weight?" He raised his brow in amusement.
"You weigh more than me you shit. You're the one who broke the table in the first place." Jimin yelled back as he grabbed the ice pack from Kara. "You've been doing absolutely nothing around here, do the dishes or something." He tried to get Kara to leave the room.
"Excusez-moi?" She rested her hand on her chest.
"You heard me." Jimin threw his hand out. "Go in there and make me a sandwich—I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" He flinched as she came forward with a coat hanger.
Kara gave him one last glare, before turning to face Namjoon. "When's this auction thing, anyway?"
"It's this Saturday." He quickly answered, and then grabbed a magazine from the table. "That's why we have some shopping to do."
"Shopping?" Jimin raised his brow as he held the ice pack to his forehead.
"You can shut up." Namjoon pointed at him, and turned to Kara again. "Ignore anything he was to say. He's not the smartest person out there."
"Je sais." She nodded in agreement. "Il n'est pas beau non plus."
"Je suis d'accord." Namjoon mumbled and they both started to chuckle.
"Ha ha ha, so fucking funny." Jimin scoffed while crossing his arms. "You know, I'm gonna make up my own language one day and everyone's gonna know it, except you two. You'll know how it feels."
"Oui, c'est un idiot." Kara looked at Namjoon and they both nodded.
"That's it." Jimin threw the ice pack to the floor and dramatically stood. "I'm gonna get myself a French translator, that way you can't keep bullying me you fucking frog lovers."
Kara and Namjoon tried their best to hold in the built up laughter they had. Jimin grabbed an old looking newspaper from off the table and dialed a number on his phone. "I warned you both—hello, yes, I'd like to buy a French person please."
"No, I'm not a human trafficker sir." Jimin casually shook his head. "I just wanna buy a French person, is that so hard to ask? What do you mean my call is being recorded?" Jimin narrowed his eyes and two minutes, he ended the call.
