yoonkook soulmate au

when you turn 21, most people go to get their “soulphoto”, or the photo that, when taken, also gets their soulmate in the picture. on jungkook’s 21st birthday, he’s a little more than shocked to find rising idol agust d in his soulphoto.
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main cast
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uglie
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hoseok is NOT in the ugly community
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namseok are a fun bunch
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and here we have
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fairy boy come home 😔😔😔
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the ugly
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a true crisis
“JUNGKOOK-AH!”

A voice rips through Jungkook’s apartment, making him jump out of his insufficient jeans.

Footsteps to Jungkook’s room tell him the intruder is nearby.

“Namjoon sent me.”
Jungkook scoffs, “For what, fashion advice?”

Hoseok walks past him, ignoring his Iron Man underwear and holds his snarky comment. “Exactly.”

Jungkook continues tearing his closet apart, because nothing seems to be good enough for today.
“Move, Jungkook,” Hoseok grabs Jungkook by his shoulders, bringing him out of his closet to wait while Hoseok picks out something for him.

Jungkook scans Hoseok’s outfit for hints. His fashion isn’t /that/ bad, he supposes.
Hoseok comes back out and throws a white tee on Jungkook’s bed, skintight black jeans following.

“You have an accessories box or something?” Hoseok looks around his room.

Jungkook points to his bathroom, “First drawer down.”
Hoseok works quick, coming back out in light speed to toss a long silver necklace on top of the premade outfit.

“Try it on.”

When Hoseok says do something, you do it.
Jungkook changes in his bathroom, coming out a little impressed at the simplicity of the good look.

“Maybe I was wrong about you, hyung,” Jungkook smiles, checking himself out.

“It’s an insult to think I have no knowledge of fashion.” Hoseok says monotonously.
Soon, Jungkook had given Hoseok access to his fridge and was on his way to the town centre.

Not even a minute out of his apartment and his phone buzzed.
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psychic hoseok
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poor koo
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yoongi stop speaking in code challenge: failed
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👀
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kook..
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what IF
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???
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namjoon is god
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that was fast
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juxtaposition
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these records
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bless ur ears
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inch resting
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🤤🤤🤤
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cracks knuckles
where does jungkook search for yoongi on day ONE?
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han river
It’s him. That /has/ to be him. He’s wearing a white pierced cap and black jacket—the whole ensemble.

Jungkook approached slowly, wanting to be sure before surprising him.
Fuck. This is it. His soulmate, right before his eyes. Well, the back of him, but still.

Jungkook tried shaking his nerves off, loosening his tense muscles and taking a deep breath.

/You can do this, Jungkook./
“Uhm, excuse me? Are you...”

Jungkook feels his muscles tense up again as he’s met with a confused, unfamiliar face. Fuck.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else, my bad.” Jungkook’s cheeks go red in embarrassment.
He gives up at Han River after another ten minutes, traveling to another park where idols sometimes hang out when they don’t have a schedule.
Unfortunately, he has no luck there either.

“This is bullshit!” Jungkook kicks a rock. He won’t lie, it kinda hurt.

“What is?”
Jungkook spins around to see Hoseok standing there, surprisingly with no boyfriend on his arm.

“Hi, Hoseok,” Jungkook huffs, “What’re you doing here?”
Hoseok begins using his evasive tone, “You probably didn’t hear, but Yoon— Agust D is doin’ this thing with fans where we search Seoul for him. If you find him you might get as far as to hang out with him.”
Jungkook tenses. “Yeah, had no idea.”

“So, what’re you doing here, Kook?”

He sighs, “Just... trying to clear my head, I guess.”
Hoseok hums, “Soulmate problems?”

Jungkooks scoffs a little to himself. /If only you knew./ “Yeah, you could say that.”
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hint juseyo
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by the way
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jungkooks soulphoto
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for Why
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day two
where does jungkook search for yoongi on DAY TWO? (note that this does impact how soon jungkook meets yoongi)

**no.3 is means basketball courts around bighit entertainment
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local basketball courts & checkin in
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tea
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tea pt.2
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boo boo the fool
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new comments
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that must suck?
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oomf
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ours
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yoon rly
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🥴🥴🥴
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chefs kiss
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hoseok, sweetie
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day three
where is jungkook determined he’ll find yoongi at on DAY THREE?
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bingo
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hyung
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whipped
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a fan
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aren’t*** joons last text

platonic soulmates
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(more of an informational update, read the ** and skip if u want!)

yoongi does some studying
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rdy 2 go!
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we-
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omw!
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reality
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girlfriend
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concerned friends
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hey whore
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:(
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rumors
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seoul marina
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my time to shine
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oops
Jungkook looked up as someone sat down next to him at the bar. Yoongi.

“Hey, hyung.” He greets, and Yoongi pulls down his mask to reply.

“Hi, Kook. Not to be blunt, but any readon you wanted to meet up?”
“Well,” Jungkook shrugged, “You said your theory was that we’d get closer. Might as well put it to the test. If, then, because—all that shit.”

Yoongi chuckled, “Fill in the blanks.”

Jungkook hesitated. “Maybe later.”
Jungkook ended up ordering them drinks and they sat and talked for nearly two hours, although Yoongi was the one who started paying at some point.

The two had learned a lot about each other.
Jungkook learned Yoongi has a brother, has wanted to do music all his life, and that he loves basketball as a hobby.

Yoongi learned that Jungkook dabbles in a little bit of everything, but dance is what he’s chasing.
Their night started dying at only 9PM, when too many people had started giving Yoongi looks and lingering a little too close for comfort when they “coincidentally” walked by.
So, simply, they left. And then they were a little tipsy as they strolled the nighttime streets of Seoul, falling into pleasant conversation.

Yoongi had his mask up the whole time, but still got recognized. Jungkook did, too.
People thought they were dating, and Yoongi’s tweet floated back to Jungkook’s mind. Needless to say, he was a little sadder the rest of the night.

The night, that is, didn’t last much longer after that.
Yoongi had offered to bring Jungkook back to his place, and without thinking, Jungkook agreed. He had something to blame though: the soulmate system. He didn’t like how comfortable he was around the man, too much opportunity for mishaps.
And yet, here he was. Standing inside Yoongi’s foyer in his nice, decent sized modern home.

Yoongi already looked ten times more comfortable by being home and out of the public’s view. Jungkook noticed his shoulders fall and his tone become more loose, it was nice.
Jungkook was sat at his counter with Yoongi on the other side, both with some alcoholic drink in hand that Yoongi had mixed up. That’s another thing Jungkook learned—Yoongi took a mixology class when he was younger.
“I can’t believe you think Agust D is my best release... that’s just immature of you.”

Jungkook flailed, “It is, hyung!”

“I made that when I was like, nineteen.” Yoongi deadpans, “Anything before I was twenty two is horrible.”
Jungkook was ready to fight tooth and nail. “Lying is a sin and you’re on a fast track to hell!”

They burst out in laughter, taking sips. Small talk commenced and eventually, Jungkook was on Yoongi’s side of the counter.
“So, I just remembered at the beginning of tonight, you said we were testing my theory. If, then, because, right?” Yoongi asked quietly, eyes on his drink and smile resting comfortably on his lips.
Jungkook nodded, “Yeah. What about it?”

“I’ve been dying for you to fill in the blanks, Jungkook-ah.”

The younger’s mind seemed to lock up at the suggestion. He couldn’t just tell Yoongi he was his soulmate and /that’s/ how he knew. Yoongi obviously didn’t think the same.
Jungkook shifted, “I said I would later—“

“It’s later /now/. Just satisfy me, Kook, and fill in the blanks.”

Jungkook blanked. He /couldn’t/. It would mess everything up—put more time than necessary into forming this for them.
“I need to use the bathroom,” Jungkook sets his drink down and leaves the kitchen promptly, a location set in mind.

Quickly making his way upstairs, Jungkook ignored Yoongi’s calls of “That’s not really where it is, Kook!”
Jungkook had one possible chance at the moment. He rushed around upstairs, heading for every door he could reach.

Finally, he stumbled into what looked like Yoongi’s room and locked the door.

“Now, where’s his fucking photo?”
Common sense and ethics out the window and down the street, Jungkook searched Yoongi’s dresser, nightstands, closet, everything openable in his room.

Jungkook was about to give up, until a glint from under his bed made him feel dumb for not checking there.
He dove for it, hands landing on something metal and freezing cold. He pulled it out and placed it on the bed, face falling when he saw it was a heavy duty personal safe.

“Fuck,” Jungkook gritted out, fingers uselessly trying to pry it open.
“Jungkook! What the hell?!” Yoongi’s voice came muffled from the other side of the door. If it were to open, the two would be standing face to face but still a few feet away from each other.
Jungkook was now considering an attempt of smashing the safe open. It was his drive—he /needed/ to know. He wanted to say he was stupid to doubt it, but Yoongi said someone else was in his soulphoto. That’s /impossible/, right?
He didn’t get an answer. What he got was Yoongi shoving him away from the box and onto the floor, holding the box tightly against his chest and looking down at Jungkook, maybe fear in his eyes, maybe confusion. Maybe both.
“Yoongi, wait, I can explain—“

“THIS!” Yoongi’s voice goes louder than his concert decibel level, “IS NOT YOURS! NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!”

Jungkook was shocked at the man’s anger, to be honest, he didn’t think Yoongi could raise his voice to a fly.
It seems Jungkook might’ve slacked off and missed that detail.

“This is my second time meeting you, Jeon. And my last.”

Jungkook’s heart sank. What was he supposed to do now?
“No, it’s not.” He whispered, more to himself than to Yoongi. He stood up slowly and carefully, making no sudden moves.

“Get out, Jeon. I never wanna see your face again.” Yoongi’s toned was laced in spite, puncturing Jungkook’s fragile heart just a little bit deeper.
“Must suck, because you’re drawn to me, Yoongi, and you know it.” Jungkook doesn’t care if his confrontation falls on deaf ears, “You’ve been lying to yourself—maybe for years, seeing as how you’ve gotten yourself to believe this fabrication!”
Jungkook was slowly stepping towards Yoongi, who had white knuckles guarding the safe.

It was dark in the room, the only light being from Yoongi’s wall of windows, the moon barely illuminating their argument.
“Jeon, this isn’t going to end well for you—“

“Can you not face it? Can you not handle the fact that... that you’re meant to be with a guy? With me?” Jungkook’s voice might have faltered at the end.
Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut, “Shut your mouth, Jeon.”

“No, Yoongi,” Jungkook appreciates Yoongi being trapped between a wall and himself, “Open the safe. Face the fucking truth, hyung.”
Yoongi hesitated, facing away from Jungkook as he stepped closer, leaving little room between them. “No.”

“Look at me, hyung.” Jungkook’s voice was firm.

Yoongi kept his eyes shut.
“Hyung,” Jungkook gently reached up to coddle Yoongi’s face with his left hand, turning it towards him, though his eyes were still closed. “Open. Your eyes.”

Yoongi took a deep breath before revealing the windows to his soul, the two things that might tell his secrets.
“You’re my soulmate, Min Yoongi. But my guess is that you already knew that.”

Yoongi’s eyes reverted back to shut, his head shaking from side to side violently. “NO! That’s not true, you’re lying, take it back, fucking take it back!”

Jungkook made a decision.
Jungkook’s heart was pounding as he moved quickly, pushing the safe out of Yoongi’s weakened grasp and watching his eyes fly open, but Jungkook didn’t see the rest.
He didn’t see the rest because he had closed his own eyes and captures Yoongi’s lips in a bruising kiss, trying to convey his message.

Oh, how the more hurtful is was when a few moments after Yoongi was just barely kissing back, he was shoving Jungkook away to meet the floor.
Yoongi didn’t hold back this time. “If you don’t leave me house right now, Jeon Jungkook, I’m calling the police.”

Jungkook’s breath stuttered as he had already forced himself up. “You wouldn’t—“

“Watch me.” Yoongi pulled out his phone, swiping for the dial pad.
Jungkook was speechless.

He was going to leave, but was also going to leave last thought with his supposed soulmate, if he himself even believed in that anymore.
“You can’t change fate, Yoongi. You’re only prolonging pain on both sides of the card. Zugzwang, Yoongi. Zug. Zwang.”

The door slammed shut behind Jungkook, leaving him unaware of how Yoongi fell to his knees and sobbed as soon as it did.
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aftermath
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aftermath pt 2
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yoongi + the tl
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<3
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yoongi wants to too
QUICK POLL: DOES JUNGKOOK TEXT YOONGI?
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sad n guilty
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shooters for jungkook
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thighs
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bananaguk
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fuck
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swimmign
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hol yshit
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The Delulu
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facetime
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not long after
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not
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hangovers
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i, jeon jungkook,
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speak and u shall be heard
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you know why
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as bad as it sounds
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soulphoto
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let me save you
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hes gorgeous
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oomf pt 2
Jungkook lightly tapped his knuckles on the pristine, white door. He waited patiently for an answer.

Soon, the doorknob turned and revealed Yoongi, all made up in comfortable pajamas that looked three sizes too big for him, and it warmed Jungkook’s heart.
“Hey, yeah, you’re good now, sorry.” Yoongi apologized, letting Jungkook into his room.

The memories tempted to flood back from a few nights ago, but Jungkook could now ignore them knowing they’ve made progress.

“It’s fine, hyung.”
Jungkook took it upon himself to climb onto Yoongi’s bed and let his body go limp, enjoying the perfect mattress and soft comforter.

“You should change, sleeping in jeans can’t possibly be comfortable.” Yoongi snorted, and Jungkook heard his footsteps trail across the room.
Upon hearing a drawer close, Jungkook then got fabrics thrown at him from across the room, making him spring up at the attack.

“Will these even fit me?” Jungkook chuckles, “No offense, hyung, but... you’re uh... how do I say this... your um, body frame is smaller than mine.”
Yoongi shook his head and crossed his arms, but all with a smile pulling at his lips. He pointed to a door, probably a bathroom. “Just go change, Kook. I know they’ll fit.”

Putting up no fight, Jungkook did as he was told and was surprised at his hyung’s correct guess.
Everything was loose enough to be comfortable, and fit him. Stepping out, he saw Yoongi sitting on the side of the bed, phone in hand and feet perched on the bed frame.

Jungkook jumped up beside him, nonchalantly spying on his life through his phone.
“Your friends are already onto us?” Jungkook giggles.

Yoongi sighs, “Yeah, despite common belief, they’re no idiots. It doesn’t matter if they know, though. I’m kinda glad they do. I’m glad that a stupid pronoun was all it took, actually.” He ends with a small laugh.
Jungkook hums, “I’m glad you’re already more comfortable with me,” he steals a kiss from the corner of his mouth. “It makes me comfortable.”

“Good,” Yoongi turns his head, stealing his own, more successful kiss, “Wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
Jungkook lifts a knee and turns more to Yoongi, smiling softly as he rests his head on his shoulder and wraps his arms around his waist.

“I... I really like you, already, Yoongi. It feels like years, not a few pathetic days spent with us bickering.”
Yoongi laughs breathlessly, “Hah, I know how you feel. I’m also sorry, for... being a dick in denial, you know? I just... it was a lot for me to confront but when you actually said it aloud... it was a little bit easier.”
“Glad I could help, hyung.” Jungkook perches his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder to look up at him.

Yoongi looks at his phone for a moment, a small smirk growing on his face. “So, Jungkook-ah, about that tweet.”
Jungkook’s faces twists in confusion, “What tweet?”

Yoongi only chuckles lowly, “I, Jeon Jungkook, will only suck one dick for the rest of my life”.”

Jungkook grabbed his phone in light speed, bolting off the bed and running into the bathroom.
“Jungkook-ah, what’s wrong?” Yoongi laughed.

Jungkook groaned, “This is so fucking embarrassing, I’m blocking you. Forget everything you’ve ever seen on my account, oh my god.”

“C’mon, I think it’s endearing.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes on his side of the door, “Yeah, sex is real endearing, hyung.”

“Well,” Yoongi spoke, voice a little muffled, “I never said you couldn’t, or that I’m against it.”

Jungkook only got more frustrated. “You are /not/ making my life any easier, soulmate.”
“And you’re not on your knees right now.”

As sexually threatening as it was, a sigh came from Jungkook. “Remind me to stab you the next chance I get.”

“Then you don’t get to suck my dick.”

“I DON’T WANT TO!”

“THEN DON’T LIE ON THE INTERNET!”
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two months
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clapped as hell
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spotted
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so naïve
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friends find it first
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good night tonight
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im okay
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on the way back
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are you insane
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🔞
jungkook loves challenges
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🔞
i love you, jungkook
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boyfriend
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we gay keep scrollin
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happy two months
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thank you guys
THE END!

thank u guys for loving yoonkook as much as they love you 💞💞💞 its been a rly fun n kinda short journey but i hope u guys enjoyed hehehe 🥺🥺 any final comments? pls tell me hehehe http://curiouscat.me/sopejjin 
i also wanna say that im sorry about the lack of jimin :((( i meant to add him in earlier when taejin went to the club but i forgot and then couldn’t find anywhere to add him until the ending concert :((((( i apologize 🥺💞
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