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psycho-slytherin · 3 years

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Bonus: Yoongi's chapter

Request: Hi! I would just like to say I LOVE strangers! In regards to the bonus chapter, I am so curious as to what Yoongi did at the end of ch. 19. The kiss between them is like my favorite part ever! I just wanna know what his point of view may have been! Again, love the series so much! Thanks for all you do!! <3

Context: This takes place during Strangers ch. 19 after Y/n learned of the damage to her apartment. This content is not relevant to the main Strangers plot.

WC: 3k I have no idea what happened

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A/N: yes I did this instead of studying for any of my four finals and no I don't regret it, ty anon for the request! Pls drop an ask or comment letting me know what you think, requests are open!

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

“Nooo,” you groan goodnaturedly as you lose again. Taehyung, your rival, laughs as he grabs the bottle and tops off your glass. You’re sitting in between him and Seokjin, across from Namjoon. Yoongi, as usual, is curled up in his favorite armchair.

He watches you play in amusement, sipping from a cup of mint tea. He’s so used to keeping his guard up around you, and he has a feeling that, like last night, you’ll need help getting home. Even if he won’t be driving, he’d rather have his wits about him to ensure you stay safe.

Oh, wait, no – he’s struck by the reminder that your apartment is getting renovated; you’re staying at their place tonight. He blinks hard and takes a long pull of tea. He knows that he welcomed you to stay, but part of him feels nervous.

You chug the rest of your drink, which as far as Yoongi knows is some combination of beer and soju. He watches as you pause, your expression unreadable. You have a drop of soju dripping slowly down your bottom lip.

“Y/n-” he starts, about to alert you, when you reach up and swipe your lip with your thumb, catching the droplet. On hearing his voice, though, you turn and lock eyes with him. Right as you lick the droplet off your finger. Yoongi half-gasps into his cup, inhaling tea in the process. He immediately coughs and sputters, lungs burning.

“I- kitchen,” he manages, although no one seems to be paying attention. He stands, still coughing, and runs to the kitchen, standing over the sink as he struggles to catch his breath. Your face in that moment feels etched into the inside of his eyelids.

Dear god, that’s just not fair. Once his airway is clear, he runs the faucet, splashing cold water onto his face. He knows you don’t mean anything by your actions. You had an awful day and just want to forget. Speaking of… Xiumin. Yoongi clenches his fist, his face and hair dripping water. He wasn’t careful enough, and ended up soaking his collar as well. If he ever meets your ex, it’ll take all the self-control he has to keep from punching Xiumin in the throat.

When he returns to the living room, Yoongi sees you sobbing on Seokjin’s shoulder.

“I th-thought he loved m-me. Why does nobody love me?”

“I love you, Y/n,” Hoseok replies loudly. Yoongi glances at Namjoon.

“What happened?”

Namjoon shrugs, tipping his glass at Yoongi. “Dunno. She just started crying. Better out than in, I guess?”

“Sure,” Yoongi replies absentmindedly. Seokjin is rubbing Y/n’s back comfortingly.

“Why is she staying the night, hyung?”

“Ah- she said her apartment was getting renovated.”

You raise your head, swollen eyes narrowing at Yoongi. “And my apartment is flooded because someone dragged me out.”

Yoongi raises a brow at Namjoon in surprise as you continue glaring at him. “Min Suga… no wait, Agust… what was I talking about?”

How on earth is it his fault that your apartment is damaged? Still, anger, even if directed at him, is better than a painful, hopeless depression. Yoongi learned that lesson years ago. “You were blaming me,” he says softly. How could he ever be upset at you?

“Right! Yeah, it’s all your fault. I’m mad at you now!” you say, pointing. Taehyung, who’s been hovering between sleep and consciousness all evening, snickers. He’s made a pillow of Y/n’s lap, and Yoongi, after quelling the urge to fling the vocalist across the room, sighs and chuckles to himself. He knows how much of a wreck your life has felt like lately – after all, you tell him practically everything. He doesn’t know exactly what happened tonight, only that you learned Xiumin was cheating on you. He’s glad that you have him and the other members to lean on. He remembers hearing your voice tremble and break in that message you left… “Yoongi, I- I need you. Please, something happened. I don’t want to be alone.”

Lost in his thoughts, he barely hears himself respond to you: “Whatever you say, Y/n.”

Yoongi watches you, still grumpy, poke a sleepy Taehyung on the cheek. “God, why are you all so hot?”

Seokjin snorts, and Yoongi sees Namjoon take a swig of his drink to cover a smirk. Blushing, Taehyung sits up and sticks his tongue out at you. Your mood switches instantly, and you giggle, scrunching your nose at Tae.

“Why’s he getting all the attention?” Hoseok, his cheeks red from the liquor. He, Jimin, and Jungkook have been trying to play cards, but none of their attention spans seem to last long enough to remember who played last. It doesn’t help that Hoseok is clutching both of your shoes in his hands.

“Sorry, guys!” You laugh, wiping your eyes. Yoongi doesn’t understand how you can still smile while clearly still feeling so much pain. “I’ll pay attention to you now.” You try to crawl off the couch, but instead fall onto the floor with a thump, knocking over the deck of cards. You pop up, reaching for an open bottle of vodka on the coffee table, and take a swig.

“She’s gonna have a bitch of a headache tomorrow,” Namjoon comments. Yoongi winces in sympathy, walking over to you as you hug Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook in turn.

“C’mon, let’s get you up,” he holds out a hand to help you up, but instead you take his hand and shake it with a giggle.

“Nice to meet you, Suga~” you chirp, still on the floor. “You’re pretty.”

Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He’s been trying to stay serious to allow you space to grieve, but you’re being so ridiculous, so adorable, that he can feel his discipline waning. “Why, thank you,” he says, chuckling.

“And Joon!” You say, turning your gaze upon Namjoon. “You’re pretty too. God, I used to have, like, the biggest crush on you, you know?”

The boys burst out laughing, Namjoon the hardest of them all. “You’re an honest drunk, aren’t you?” He says with a wink. “What do you think about Yoongi hyung?”

“O-kay, that’s enough, we should all get to sleeping.” Yoongi claps, distracting Y/n from the swift kick he delivers to Namjoon’s shin. The younger rapper grimaces in pain, but it morphs into a mischievous grin.

“Y/n, come sit with me,” Namjoon says, patting the seat next to him on the couch. You bounce up and Yoongi, for half a moment, sees red. Instead of settling next to Namjoon, you’ve chosen to sprawl across him, smacking your lips sleepily. He can’t remember the last time he’s wanted to become another person, but now it’s all he can think about. Almost without thinking, he grabs the last clean shot glass and pours himself a shot of his favorite sweet liquor.

“Speaking of sleeping,” Jungkook says, “Where is Y/n gonna sleep?”

“I can jussht take the couch,” you say, slurring a bit.

“You’re a guest, Y/n-ie. You can have my bed. That is,” Seokjin says, glancing at Yoongi, “If you don’t mind rooming with Yoong-”

Yoongi knows with absolute certainty that he wouldn’t sleep a wink if he were in the same room as Y/n. Besides, what if she wants to sleep alone, or she’s still mad at him? “Don’t worry about it, hyung – she can take my bed, I’ll take the couch.” He doesn’t feel tired at all, so being out in the living room will give him more of a chance to wander without bothering anyone.

“You’re both wrong,” the maknae says with a hiccup. “Why doesn’t she – hic – take my bed? I’m not rooming with anyone.”

You sit up, still on Namjoon’s lap. Yoongi’s eye twitches. Where is this jealousy coming from? It’s not the first time Y/n has acted this way, although she’s certainly bolder than before. He doesn’t know why tonight, it bothers him so much. “I’ve already said I’ll sleep on the couch, and I’ll throw my shoe at anyone that argues with me,” you say, your words clearer than they’ve been all evening.

Yoongi can’t hold back his laugh this time as he looks at Hoseok. “You already did, Y/n. Twice. I don’t know if you’re getting those back tonight.” He wishes he could be as confident a tease as his fellow rappers, but with Y/n… it’s probably best that his platonic intentions are clear.

“Aw,” you say, sticking your lip out in a painfully adorable pout. “Anyways, I’m sleeping on the couch. Goodnight!” With that, you scoot off of Namjoon, who’s still smirking at Yoongi, and push him off the couch. Grabbing the blanket that was lying on the back of the couch, you roll over and begin deep, exaggerated breaths, clearly pretending to be asleep.

“You heard the madam,” Namjoon says, stretching. “I’m off to bed. You guys coming?”

“Yeah,” Jimin mumbles sleepily. Taehyung grabs Jimin's arm to help himself get off the couch, and the three go to their respective rooms.

“I’ll stay here a bit longer,” Seokjin says. Jungkook nods in agreement, and Hoseok is fast asleep on the floor.

“I’ll hang out a bit too then,” Yoongi says. You’re stubborn in pretending to sleep; you’re so motionless it looks unnatural, with none of the twitches or sniffs of a real sleeping person.

“So how come Y/n’s apartment flooded?” Jungkook says with a yawn.

Yoongi thinks to earlier in the night, when you swung open the door with a blanket around your shoulders, your eyes shining with tears. Now that he recalls, he did hear the faint sound of running water when he drew you into his arms and out the door. Had you left something running that he’d distracted you from? Then it wasn’t just your drunk outburst – your disaster really was Yoongi’s fault. He blinks hard, a nervous habit from his trainee days. “I think she may have left something running.”

“Damn, been there,” the maknae laughs. “Remember when I tried to fill up one of those kiddie pools inside the house and forgot about it?”

“I couldn’t forget if I wanted to,” Seokjin replies with a sigh. “I thought Manager-nim would fire us on the spot.”

“Can you imagine? No BTS?” Jungkook asks, absentmindedly poking the sleeping Hoseok’s shoulder.

Can he imagine it? Would he still be Gloss, the underground rapper from Daegu? Would he have tried to make it as a producer, and sent other artists to the spotlight? Or would he have given up on music entirely, and be leading a life as an office worker?

“I have no idea what I’d be doing,” Seokjin says, interrupting his thoughts. “I suppose we’ll never know how hypotheticals might’ve worked out.”

“Mm. I think I’m heading to bed now. Goodnight, hyungs.” Jungkook leans down and picks up Hoseok in a fireman’s carry over his shoulder. The rapper, of course, stays sound asleep. Seokjin nods at Yoongi. “Let’s turn in?”

Yoongi casts a last glance at you. He can’t tell anymore if you’re awake or not. “Yeah, alright.”

With that, he and Seokjin walk down the hall to their shared room. Yoongi flicks off the lights, plunging the apartment into darkness.

In bed, Yoongi can’t sleep. That’s nothing new – he knows ARMYs love to joke about how he’s always sleepy, but it’s so hard for him to sleep at night that his daytime fatigue is constant. He can hear Seokjin snoring across the room. And you, you’re out in the living room.

Shit. Suddenly the air is stifling – he’s too warm, he can’t stand it. Cursing under his breath, Yoongi sits up and pulls his T-shirt over his head, falling back onto his pillow. It doesn’t help. His skin feels flushed, uncomfortable. Several minutes pass as Yoongi tries to keep his breathing steady, pleading with his own mind to turn off and let him rest.

His efforts prove fruitless. At last he groans and kicks his sheets off, standing. I should ask Manager-nim for sleeping pills. He pads across the hall, letting himself into his producing studio and settling into the familiar, comforting chair, reaching for his headset. The demos for his next mixtape are still loaded on the computer. Desperate for something, anything to occupy his thoughts, he hits Play and lets the beat pound in his ears. Immediately he zeros in on edits.

“I need to pause for another measure,” he mumbles, reaching for a pen and scribbling his notes down. “Ad-lib there. Stronger snare in the chorus.”

Another half hour passes in the same manner before he remembers that he still needs to actually sleep. Groaning, he leans back in the chair, rubbing his eyes. “Dammit.”

Eventually he gets up and opens the door of his studio, about to head back to his room when he notices movement down the hall.

Ah. It looks like he’s not the only one who can’t sleep. Yoongi smiles to himself and sighs, returning to his room to pull his shirt back on over his head.

You’re sitting on the floor, against the couch, looking out onto Seoul through the window opposite. Yoongi notices you’ve once again wrapped the blanket around your shoulders. Are you cold, he wonders, or is it more for comfort than anything?

He walks closer, his weight accidentally making the floorboards creak. You notice.

“Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiles to himself as he sits down beside you. How did you know it was him without even turning to look? “Hey, you’re awake. How are you?”

You lean your head on his shoulder, your cheek brushing against his collarbone, exposed by the loose T-shirt. Yoongi feels his breath catch in his throat. “I’m sad,” you say with a hiccup. “Is that allowed?”

Is it allowed? For a moment he feels like he’s talking to his former self – a younger Yoongi that was terrified of the monster inside of him, the one that made him despise himself. Was he allowed to feel?

“Of course it is, Y/n. I’d be surprised if you weren’t.” He hates seeing you like this, knowing he can’t do anything to heal your heartache.

Your voice sounds on the edge of tears again, and cautiously Yoongi reaches up to rub circles on your back like he saw Seokjin do. “You’re so nice. You really are the best, you know that?”

Yoongi snickers. He likes this honest version of Y/n, and in the dark it’s easier for even him to relax. “Of course I am.” He nudges you. “I’m the best at being furniture, apparently.”

You nuzzle further into him, your face now pressed into the nook between his collarbone and the curve of his neck. “You are. You’re like a soft floofy couch.”

Yoongi holds his breath. It’s for comfort, you just got cheated on, you need a friend to comfort you. He’s supporting you as your friend. Your cheeks are warm from the alcohol, but suddenly the warmth doesn’t bother Yoongi as much now. It’s several seconds before he can trust himself to speak without his voice wavering. “That’s good, Y/n.”

You sit up, breaking the spell. “Yoongs? I feel weird. Like, I’m sad, but…” you look away from him, your eyes glittering with the lights of Seoul below. In that moment, Yoongi feels like he could write a thousand songs. “I don’t feel sad for the right reasons.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sad that I’m not sad,” you whisper, turning back toward him. You’re… much closer than before. “And I’m not sad because I have you.”

“Y/n,” Yoongi says, his voice barely audible even to his ears, “you know you’ll always have me.”

You lean closer, your eyes fluttering closed. Yoongi barely has a moment to notice how long your lashes look in the dim light before you’re pressing impossibly soft lips against his.

You’re kissing him. Yoongi can only thank his lucky stars that he was sober enough to remember to brush his teeth, because you’re kissing him. He barely registers it for a second, his consciousness somewhere far away, before: idiot. Kiss her back.

Remembering that he has arms, and that he can move them, helps as he wraps them around you and pulls you in closer, kissing you hard. He knows this isn’t a good idea – you’re heartbroken, drunk, and rebounding – but dear god, are your lips addictive. Suddenly Yoongi resents that breathing is a human necessity; this is so much better. You taste like soju and chocolate, and your mouth against his is so soft and full that Yoongi has to restrain himself from the urge to bite your lip. No, there’s something about this moment that’s too precious, too special, too magic to change. If he takes a breath or opens his eyes, the spell will break. He shifts positions so he can turn to face you completely, tracing his way up to cup your face in his hands. He’s never noticed, since he’s never had the chance, but your face fits perfectly in the curve of his palms. He smiles against your lips, entranced.

Yoongi doesn’t know if it was ten seconds or five minutes before you both pull away, and he sees a goofy smile form on your lips. “You’re amazing, Min Yoongi.”

All the self-control in the world couldn’t stop the blush that spreads across his cheeks, or the grin that follows. “You’re pretty great too, Y/n.”

You look like you’re about to say something else, but inside your muscles fall slack and you slump over, asleep. Yoongi catches you and carefully lifts you up onto the couch. As he spreads the blanket back over your sleeping form, he wishes for a second he were as strong as Jungkook.

“Goodnight, Y/n,” he whispers. You’re completely out, but breathing well. In the dim moonlight and glow of the city, you look practically ethereal.

As he tiptoes back to bed, the thought strikes him: What the fuck is going to happen tomorrow?

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taejeonie · 4 years

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dream vs dream

— i can’t find a gif of mark in dream vs dream :(( so take this screenshot :>>

“ncity-“

“hihihi”

“gotta go get em”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA”

i present to u

markhee(HEE, i saw that reply and i loved it)

bffs forever mwah <3

i swear mark keeps laughing around taehyuck best friend goals

“mic test,,ncity...gotta go get em :)))”

video cuts to taehee moving her chair closer to mark

“hey, what are you doing?”

“i’m moving closer to you. what does it look like?”

“there you go again”

“iS it mY fAuLt fOr wAnTinG tO bE cLosE tO mY bEsT bUdDy?”

and mark just deadass stares at her but there’s this loving look in his eyes yes mark she’s still ur best friend and u love her bc that’s what bffs are <3

“ahh i knew you would be like this”

“how much do you wanna bet we’re gonna ask the same thing?”

“like,,,for real? cause-“

“are you scared, mark?”

“if that’s the case, i’m not betting. i have a feeling we’re gonna ask at least two questions that are the same”

taehee @ the camera: “if we get one of the questions wrong, we’re gonna eat it.”

“wh- HAHAHAHAHA”

“so that we can remember the answer after this.”

“HAHAHHAHAHAHA”

“but then we throw it away if we get it right”

“let’s fold the paper like this :p” MARK IS SO CUTE PLS

“but then eat it if we get right...you have to swallow okay?”

“oKAAYYY DREAM VS DREAM START!”

they play rps

taehee threw scissors and mark threw rock

mark, shaking his head: “you always throw scissors it’s so predictable”

“one day, i’ll throw u off. we’ll see -.-“

“okay, what year did we meet each other?”

...

“DONT PRETEND U DONT KNOW THIS IS EASY!!!”

“2012. we arrived at the same day, right?”

“right.”

“mark and i were really shy back then so we became each other’s first friends in the company”

“we were,,,13? 13, right?”

“i was 12, u were thirteen. our friendship was going strong,,,until haechan came along so mark started hanging out with him more >:((“

“you and haechan fought a lot back then!!!”

in nana’s voice: “but you chose to hangout with me and you left me all alone (-｡-; “

and mark’s in faux disbelief

taehee and her antics tsk

“okay next question....give me one thing i appreciate about mark lee and why?”

mark’s fLUSTERED TM

everyone loves u dont be shy markus

“one? just one?”

“yeah-“

“that’s so hard there’s so many”

“WOW AND YOU FINALLY ADMIT IT”

“NO NOT LIKE THAT HAHA”

“just answer the question”

“is it...i’m cute?”

“then what’s the reason for that?”

“do you like me?”

“oh no...how’d you find out :OO”

“JUST TELL ME IF IM RIGHT OR WRONG”

“no,,i’ll give u another chance. it’s something that you say”

“my habits? ‘약간’?”

“that’s cute,,but no.”

...

mark snaps his fingers and goes, “AH!”

“when i call you ‘joanie’ becauseeee.....”

“because?”

“it reminds you of your mom?”

“i was going for family but mom works too ;))”

and mark laughs in delight

“yo that was EASY”

taehee playfully rolls her eyes, “your turn”

“what is mark’s sleeping habit?”

taehee’s eyes widen for a split second before answering

“kissing your roommate”

“crawling on the floor”

“what?”

“sleep talking in korean and english”

“that’s right”

“konglish” - taehee, 2k18

“i witnessed it personally and when i do get the chance, i will record it and post it on sns”

“...please don’t”

“you’re right i might get fired”

they both laugh,,you can also hear renjun’s laughter off-screen

“okay next, you’ll know the answer to this if you’re really interested in me”

“i feel uneasy”

“what is my favorite song as of now,,,,”

“uhh ‘better now’?”

“no”

“‘i like it’”

“nooo”

“‘better now’”

“HEY YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS :(((“

“WHAT IS IT”

taehee puffs out her cheeks before giving him a clue

“it’s a song by one of your favorite artists”

mark blanks out for a moment and he’s like

uhhhhhhh

and taehee sighs disappointingly bc so far she’s got two of mark’s questions right

i mean her questions aren’t that hard pfffft

“AH! ‘new light’ by john mayer”

“DING DING DING”

“i told you to listen to it, right?,” mark says proudly

she nodded cutely before singing the lyrics

“oh i want a take two,”

“i want to breakthrough,”

and mark joins her and it becomes the perfect recipe for a louder duo

mark + taehee = loud

“I WANNA KNOW THE REAL THING ABOUT YOU”

and now they’re calm again, “so i can see you in a new light~”

taehee: “applause!!”

cLAP CLAP CLAP

“in how many cities did mark live in?”

“torontonewyorkvancouverseoul”

taehee main rapper we stan

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH THAT WAS SO FAST AHHAHAHAHAHAH”

“f o u r,” she spelled in english

“mARK LOOK FOUR HAS FOUR LETTERS”

“rEaLLy???”

simultaneously: f o u r.

and they’re both shocked like the five year olds they are so they high five each other

#dreamiesatheart

“what is taehee’s most recent sleeping habit?”

“told you it would be the same”

“yeah but mine has a ‘most recent’ on it? see,” she gestures to the paper in her hand

“you raise your arm when you’re asleep”

taehee’s like >:(( as she puts mark’s hand down when he demonstrates

“there’s another one”

“ahh sleeping on the floor”

“yeapp :DD”

“why do you get on the floor tho?”

“honestly i don’t even wanna know”

“okay in what restaurant did we eat together”

“like...just the two of us?”

“yeah”

“do i have to name all of them”

“name the most memorable one.”

“ah 삼겹살!!!”

“that’s correct but there’s another-“

“김치찌개!!”

“wow you got all of them right”

“paper doesn’t exactly suit my appetite...but maybe it does for you”

mark laughs at this

“wait, see? i’m getting goosebumps right now. what was the first menu mark and taehee ate together?”

“just the two of us? isn’t it 김치찌개 also?”

“yes,” and the girl goes in for a high five

“woah we really wrote the same thing ...”

“we should’ve discussed this earlier”

“okay last question!!! are you ready?”

“yES IM READY,” she shouts causing mark to let out a giggle

“name the film that we watched together in the movie theater”

“train to busan. i loved that movie.”

“that’s right!!”

and they make their 93488293rd high five in the video

best friend tingz

mark laughs, “no one knew about this.”

“yeah we had to sneak out,” taehee says before making that

oops i did it again face

taehee and her escapades the managers have trouble monitoring her sometimes

but she’s a good girl for the most part lmao she still needs to pay rent

“i didn’t want to watch the movie-“

“but i forced him to”

“i thought you didn’t like scary movies?”

“scary movies are fine as long as i’m with....”

everyone expects her to say ‘the members’ but it’s taehee ffs

“...you ;)))”

“oKAAAAAAAAY”

“okay my turn,,,”

“WOAH YOU ACTUALLY GOT ALL OF THE QUESTIONS CORRECT”

taehee suddenly throws the paper behind her shoulder and catches mark off by surprise

“mark,,,,,”

then there’s this look in her eyes which made mark laugh nervously, “whaaat are you gonna do?”

“are you tired?”

“is that the question?”

taehee nods, “ask me why,,”

“....why?”

“because you keep running through my mind all day ;)))”

*finger guns*

chenle and jeno laugh behind the cam while mark attempts to keep a straight face while shaking his head at you

“that was good right?,” taehee’s still laughing as she nudges mark with her knee

“oh really?,” mark says

“then you must be exhausted”

taehee: ( O.O )

“WOAHHHH”

“MARK-HYUNG!!!”

“DID HE REALLY JUST DO THAT”

taehee’s in shock bc??? mark lee??? flirting back???

“wah that was good...”

and mark’s just laughing at her expression

“wah .... i didn’t ....”

video cuts to taehee looking sullen while mark :))

“okay, the score is 5:4-“

“WHAT NO-“

“i’m hurt,,,clearly mark isn’t interested in me”

*proceeds to fake cry*

“hey, that’s no fair. the last question wasn’t even about you-“

*fake cries harder*

when taehee “calmed down” she looks at the camera

she’s still wiping her non-existent tears

acting queen give her an oscar

“from now on, i will try to be less interested in mark”

she turns to mark and makes this cutting/slicing gesture with her hand

and mouths “friendship. over. -.-“

“she gave the wrong questions. that’s why-“

“wHAT CAN GET MORE PERFECT THAN THESE”

bleep

“this was dream vs dream which ended in my victory. thank you for watching!!!”

they give each other a bro hug

and when taehee pulls away she looks down and pointed at mark’s shoes

“tie your shoes properly!!”

“but they don’t-“

“i don’t want you falling for anyone else ;)))”

mark shoves her causing taehee to go out of frame

“HAHAHHAHAHA- HEY!”

“tHAT WAS BAD I DONT EVEN HAVE SHOE LACES”

“IT WAS GOOD THOUGH!!”

“try to come up with a new one, i heard you use that on yuta-hyung already.”

“whatever-“

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