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moonleeai · 10 months

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Bangtanstrology Writing Event hosted by @ 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚒𝚗𝚎 of @bangtanwhq

My Big 3 are: ☼ Aquarius - Members - JiKook ☾ Pieces - Where they meet- Walking on Campus ↑ Leo - Cliche Trope - Strangers to Lovers

🟠 Pairing: Jimin x Jungkook

🟠 AU/Genre: Pistilverse AU / Strangers to Lovers / Almost Romeo and Juliet

🟠 Rating: MA

🟠 WC: 2,404

🟠 Warnings: Oral - Sexual activity

🟠 Tags/Inclusions: tattoo tracing~the smell of books~praise~pistilverse ~oral~late night karaoke~body worship~longtime pining~soulmate

Fic Notes:

°°°"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."-- Emily Brontë

°°°Jimin- Bonded Pistil; If he sleeps with another Stamen, the poison spreads through their blood and they die of poisoning within three days.

°°°Jungkook- Stamen; Stamens who have sex with a bonded Pistil will also die of poisoning, but Jungkook doesn't know he's an anti-stamen with healing power

ABOUT PISTILVERSE

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🖤Thank you, Sara and Jasz @downbad4yoongi for betaing!! I love how you both always hype me up!

Jimin has seen him before around campus, a beautiful man hidden under dark baggy clothes and a bucket hat. Jimin imagined he was built like a Greek God under those layers but never approached him, just admired from afar. Years ago, Jimin was tricked into sleeping with a venom stamen. When he asked about the flower, the venom stamen said it wasn’t poisonous, a lie. Jimin didn’t know a pretty flower could be deadly at the time, drawn in by the beautiful sleeve of color and fragrant perfume. When the flowers bloomed along his spine on the barren branch, he felt the sting for days; thankfully, it wasn’t excruciating. But he was left with the pain of one-sided love, and the memory was forever branded on his back as a bonded pistil. The memory was enough to scare Jimin away from connecting with anyone else, knowing that sleeping with anyone else would activate the poison in his blood and end his life.

For months, he kept his distance from Jungkook, walking mindlessly together with their friend group to and from classes. The campus landscape easily kept Jimin from staring, sidewalks lined with flourishing flowers. No one knew Jimin was dreaming of Jungkook’s touch, imagining running his fingers along his pale skin, pressing their lips together, looking into those doe eyes while Jungkook's body hovered over him. He wants to worship Jungkook and be his one and only lover. Deep down, Jimin can feel a gravitational pull toward Jungkook, but he fights it, knowing nothing can come of it. Jimin missed being touched and always dreamed of having a life-long partner, but his past endeavors tore that away from him.

Jimin grabs a coffee and makes his way to his normal spot at the campus library to work on his final dissertation. He takes a deep breath through his nose, breathing in the familiar earthy scents mixed with musk and hints of vanilla. Today, there's another scent that he has only smelled outside. It's delicately sweet and floral with a muted citrus-orange. And, as it danced its way through his nostrils, a sexy depth evoked erotic thoughts. Jimin was dizzy from the scent and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling that was taking over his senses. His body reacted with a tingling flutter surrounding his heart and a deep desire in his belly. His cock twitched with arousal, bringing him back to reality. He looks around to find the source of the scent but only hears a door closing in the distance.

A month later, the semester is over, and Jimin is unwinding at a local bar with friends when he smells the floral orange again. His eyes wander, looking for the source again. In a crowd of men, he spots a forearm with a flame-orange tiger lily with black spots on the petals, the mark of a stamen. The lively color is hypnotizing. Jimin's eyes roam the rest of the individual, starting from the bottom, clad in chunky high-top black boots and relaxed-fit black pants bloused into them. The man's shirt is also black, with a thick silver chain necklace draping over the shirt collar. A shiny lip piercing sits on plush lips that he thinks he may have seen before. Jimin's gaze meets the man's, and they both shyly smile before Jungkook looks away. Jimin's heart flutters, and he battles the arousal growing between his legs. He admires Jungkook like a pretty painting for a few more seconds before turning away. Jimin feels the gravitational pull toward Jungkook again, but he fights it, knowing nothing can come of it.

A few moments pass, and the orange floral scent gets stronger, almost knocking Jimin off his feet. He takes a deep breath before there's a tap on his shoulder. Like a deer in headlights, he's slightly looking up into those doe eyes he's been daydreaming about. Jungkook's lips are moving, but Jimin hears nothing. He watches as Jungkook's lips draw up on just one side then his tongue probes at his lip piercing. Jimin briefly widens his eyes, frantically realizing he's just staring.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I'm Jungkook. What's your name?"

"Ah. Jimin. Nice to meet you, Jungkook." Jimin silently says the pretty man’s name a few more times as if engraving it into his brain.

"Nice to meet you too, Jimin. Wanna get outta here?" Jimin's heart stops, and the air from his lungs is expelled.

"I--I can't. It's not a good idea." Not only is Jimin afraid of connecting with another, he’s also not the only one who would be affected. Stamens who have sex with a bonded pistil will also die of the poisoning. Jimin could never take Jungkook's pretty being from the earth.

"I was just thinking some karaoke would be fun...and I could use some company."

"I really wish I cou--"

"What if I beg?" Jungkook reaches for Jimin's hand, circling his thumb along his paper-thin skin and sending chills over Jimin's body.

"Only if you promise karaoke only."

"As you wish." Jungkook pulls Jimin behind him as he darts for the door. Jimin brushes his hair back, smiling from ear to ear. They reach a motorcycle parked on the corner, and Jungkook hands him a full-face helmet. He doesn't think twice before putting it on and jumping on the bike behind Jungkook. Jungkook grabs Jimin's arms and wraps them around his waist. Jimin inhales the scent as if it's the last time he may ever smell it again. Jungkook leans forward and takes off carefully, blurring the city lights surrounding them.

When they arrive at an apartment complex and remove their helmets, Jungkook notices Jimin's confused expression.

"I guess I should've said karaoke at my place?"

"Probably, yeah. Look, I want to get to know you– I do– I just can't."

"Relax, Jimin; it’s just singing," Jungkook smirks and grabs Jimin's hand again, leading the way into his apartment. It's clean, almost empty, but cozy at the same time. Jungkook flicks a small lamp on, casting a faux galaxy throughout the room on the walls and ceiling. He grabs two beers from his fridge and guides Jimin to sit on his couch. Jimin can't take his eyes off Jungkook as he watches his every movement, only tearing his eyes away to look at the TV and song choices. He doesn't need the beer; Jungkook’s scent makes him tipsy enough.

"It's almost 1 AM, you sure this is okay with your neighbors?"

"Yeah, I do it all the time. We can sing our hearts out, and no one will care." Jimin nods and they pick a song.

One song leads to many. An hour later, they are close enough that Jimin can feel the warmth radiating from Jungkook's body. He stopped singing just a song ago, wanting to bask in the angelic vocals coming from Jungkook. He leans into him with a shiver, hoping to steal some of his heat and glances down at the glowing tiger lily. His hand gravitates to it and traces the outline of the flower. Each swoop of his finger sends butterflies through Jungkook’s veins. Jungkook stutters, bringing Jimin out of his trance.

"Ss–sorry. It's just...beautiful." Jimin says while looking admirably into Jungkook's eyes.

Jungkook puts the mic down and lets the soft R&B play in the background. He angles his body toward Jimin, takes his chin in his hand, and leans into a kiss. But, before their lips meet, Jimin turns his head, and Jungkook’s lips fall onto his cheek.

“Jungkook,” Jimin whispers.

“Mmm,” Jungkook moans, “I want to hear you call my name endlessly.”

“I’m bonded.” Jimin blurts breathlessly, nervous from the anticipation of a torturous fate and the overwhelming intoxication of arousal.

Jungkook lightly pulls Jimin’s face back to focus on him. “We can kiss, can’t we?”

Jimin leans in, pressing his lips ragingly into Jungkook’s. His body melts into Jungkook when his hands wrap around his torso, strongly gripping his sides. Jungkook sucks Jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth and swallows the mewl that escapes from Jimin’s mouth. The kiss is passionate and too hot; the room feels as though it’s a hundred degrees warmer. Jimin tugs at the hem of Jungkook’s shirt as their tongues swipe across each other. They pause only long enough to remove their shirts and for Jimin to confirm that Jungkook is built like a Greek God. Jimin traces the lines of Jungkook’s chiseled chest and prominent abs. Jungkook kisses down Jimin’s neck, slurping loudly as he sucks feverishly. Jimin alternates between hisses and pants at the sensitivity. The flowers on his back are inflamed, but he doesn’t care; Jungkook is still making him feel euphoric.

“Jimin,” Jungkook rasps between kisses, his chest heaving. Jimin whines, sending Jungkook into a frenzy. He lifts Jimin onto his lap and attacks his nipples, nipping and sucking, licking and soothing. Jungkook pulls his face away and watches as Jimin’s face twists in discomfort. He shifts, reaching up to kiss Jimin’s lips again. “Your lips.” mwah “They’re like marshmallows.” mwah “Soft.” mwah “So sweet.”

Jungkook’s hands slowly start to undo Jimin’s pants, exposing the top of his briefs. He dips a finger into the band, testing Jimin’s willingness. Then continues with his honey-laced words. “Your voice,” mwah, “Enchanting.” Mwah, “Your skin, supple and silky.” Jimin rises on his knees, allowing Jungkook to pull his pants down over his peachy bottom, then sits to the side to pull them all the way off.

“You next,” Jimin pleads, and Jungkook happily obliges, standing to remove his pants swiftly.

“Stand,” Jungkook demands, pulling Jimin into him. Jimin gasps as Jungkook pushes his tongue into Jimin’s mouth, grabbing fistfuls of ass. Jungkook’s hardened cock is outlined in his magenta briefs, resting against Jimin’s stomach.

“I c–can’t,” Jimin shakily lets out.

“I can,” Jungkook palms Jimin’s length, eliciting a whimper. “Your body,” mwah. “It’s so beautiful.” Mwah, “I need to feel you, all of you.” Mwah.

“Jungkook—”

“When you say my name, it flows through my body like moonshine, electrifying every inch of my body,” Jungkook breathes as he lowers to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses along Jimin’s v-line. He pulls the briefs down Jimin’s ripped legs and frees his leaking cock. Jungkook’s tongue darts out against his lip piercing, the cool touch of metal chilling the tip of his hot tongue.

Jungkook reaches out and squeezes Jimin’s throbbing shaft, his own arousal pooling in his lower stomach. Jimin is powerless against Jungkook’s touch, paralyzed in anticipation. Jungkook brings his lips to Jimin’s cockhead and licks slowly, twirling his tongue around the top.

“More. Please, Jungkook.”

Jungkook smiles and licks a long stripe from Jimin’s balls to the foreskin, then places gentle kisses along the shaft. Jimin giggles, squirms under the tickle, and places his hands in Jungkook’s hair, pulling him off. Jungkook looks into Jimin’s eyes and opens his mouth wide, ready for his mouth to be stuffed. Jimin grips Jungkook’s hair tighter and pulls his eager mouth toward his leaking length. Jungkook slowly lowers his mouth, swallowing Jimin whole. Jimin gasps as the tip of his cock hits the back of Jungkook’s throat. His throat is tight and so warm.

“You take me so well,” Jimin says while petting Jungkook’s head. Jungkook’s nose is almost touching Jimin’s pubis, and his eyes are focused on Jimin’s. “So. Pretty,” Jimin praises while pushing his cock further down. Jungkook’s eyes well with tears before spilling down his cheeks, and Jimin wipes over his cheekbone before pulling out. A string of spit connecting Jungkook’s lips to Jimin’s cock.

“Jungkook, your mouth is…it’s sinful.”

Jungkook eagerly shoves Jimin’s cock back down his throat, bobbing his head up and down. He focuses on the tip while stroking his shaft, basking in the coos coming from Jimin. He sinks his mouth as far as he can, swallowing on the descent, and stares up at Jimin, who has his head tilted back. Jungkook moans at the visual as Jimin’s body shakes.

“I’m cum– Jungkook, I’m cumming.” Jungkook swallows every drop proudly. Jimin runs his thumb over Jungkook’s lips and then pulls at his chin for him to stand, crashing their lips and tongues together. Jungkook leads Jimin to his bedroom to seal their fate.

Laying next to each other, hands caressing each other’s skin, Jungkook confesses, “I must admit, I’ve seen you a few times. But there was a feeling I’ve never had, and I was scared to approach you.”

“A feeling?”

“Like we were fated…kind of? The closer you were, the more attraction I felt. I feel so deeply connected with you right now; it’s hard to breathe. If this is our first and last time together, I’m happy.”

As Jungkook finishes speaking, Jimin writhes in pain, stronger than he’s felt before. They both assume it’s the poison igniting through his veins. He curls into a fetal position, exposing his back to Jungkook. Jungkook quickly sits up and places his hand on him, trying to soothe Jimin’s pain as tears stream down his cheeks, wishing he could do more for him. Jimin stops and gasps for air, inhaling deeply and then coughing.

“Jungkook—”

“Jimin! Your flowers!”

“Yeah, they—”

“No! They-- they’re disappearing!”

“What?!” Jimin rolls onto his stomach so that Jungkook can get a better view.

“They’re fading, but—” Jungkook watches as the watermelon-pink centers fade into the salmon-colored edges until they are completely gone, something else appearing and occupying the place.

“But what?!” Jimin doesn’t understand. The poison should be killing him, but instead, he’s floaty, a type of high that has him on cloud nine.

“Tiger lilies…”

“Jungkook! Please--”

“My flower…it—it’s replacing the azaleas.” Jungkook’s hands trace over the tiger lilies appearing on Jimin’s back, like magic before his eyes. As each pink flower vanishes, a bright orange one blossoms.

“Replacing? Like…like…”

“Like I—I’m an anti-stamen?” Jungkook whispers, not completely sure if he understands it all fully.

“Anti-stamen. So, you cured me?” Jimin sits up abruptly and feels a tingle along his hip. He looks and watches as a bouquet of snow-white flowers with sunny yellow centers blooms along his hip bone. When an anti-stamen cures a poisoned calyx, the healed becomes a stamen. “You cured me!”

Jimin tightly hugs Jungkook as they cry in each other’s arms and succumb to their fate. Jimin feels their hearts beating together, adding to the joyous event of two calyx souls being joined as one.

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cutiesexylovelysweet · 3 months

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SACRIFICE: Taekook

Synopsis: Jungkook runs into a scammer who destroys his relationship and pushes him to start a new life without his lover. How long will he run from his feelings when there's a child involved?

Genre: Romance; Lovers to strangers.

Warning: Contains mentions of sexual activities. Fluff, angst, cheating, more plot than meaningless sex scenes.

Chapter 2

The brothers' apartment

On getting to the house, the boys groaned at the same time. Everyone was exhausted from preparing for the concert for weeks and finally executing it. The effect of those restless days came at the same time, knocking them down.

Jungkook laid flat on the carpet, breathing through his mouth. He just wanted to sleep for two days straight. "Oh, gods...ugh!" He groaned tiredly.

Yoongi sprawled in the couch, hands rubbing both sides of his head. His muscles were aching, his eyes hurt, everywhere was on fire. "Shiiiibal, I'm going to die."

Jin looked just as tired but he had more control over his expressions compared to his brothers. He carefully placed his laptop on the coffee table and walked to the kitchen to get bottles of water for everyone.

He entered the kitchen opened the almost empty fridge and took three bottles of water before walking back to the living room.

"Kook, drink some water." He tapped his little brother's shoulder to wake him up.

The youngest managed to sit up and take the water from his Hyung. He nodded in appreciation as he drank.

"Yoongs, here, water." He tapped his best friend's cheek.

Yoongi opened his eyes and collected the water from him and put it on his mouth without uncapping it.

Jin rolled his eyes and took the bottle from him. "You overworked for months, now your brain can't even work properly. I warned you to take it easy." He uncapped the bottle and helped Yoongi to drink up.

Jin emptied his own bottle and picked up the other two. He took them back to the kitchen; they'd wash, refill them and put them back into the fridge. No plastic waste around here.

He had one more task before they'd go to sleep. He needed the boys to freshen up. They oozed of sweat and alcohol. Their cheap perfumes had long faded.

"Guys we need to freshen up if we want to sleep like babies tonight. Come on, everyone get up."

Jungkook and Yoongi mumbled their disagreement but they still followed the eldest to the bathroom.

Their was just one bathroom and they shared at the same time when they were in a rush. Just like the morning when they were rushing to get to BIFF square and start setting up the stage, they showered together.

By the time water rushed down their bodies, slumber had cleared from everyone's eyes and they quietly washed themselves.

Yoongi finished first and went to his room to get dressed.

When Jin finished, he waited for his brother to finish and they went to their shared room.

Yoongi had first paid for the two bedroom apartment when he moved from his hometown in pursuit of his music producing career. He used to have a roommate who later got married and got his own place.

Yoongi was the only child of his father. His father was friends with Jin and Jungkook's mother. The man had died few days after giving birth to Yoongi.

Jungkook's mother took the infant at that time and raised him alongside Jin who was two years old. Four years later, she had Jungkook and the three boys grew up together as siblings.

It took Jin sixteen years to understand that Yoongi had different parents but it didn't change anything. They were brothers for life.

"Kook, are you sleeping like that?" Jin asked his brother who was laying on the bed naked.

"Mhm, I am too lazy to wear clothes now."

Jin threw him a short. "Wear that at least."

Jungkook put on the short while his Hyung wore a pink pyjamas set.

Yoongi opened the door and peeked in to check if they were sleeping. "Do you guys want tea? I'm making a cup for myself."

Jungkook nodded. "Yes, please."

"Me too." Jin agreed.

Yoongi nodded and gently shut the door. He returned with the cups of tea, handing them to his brothers. They sat on the bed and drank quietly, sighing in relief as the liquid hit their throats.

"How are the views online?" Yoongi asked Jin.

"It was 110 the last time I checked."

Jungkook's eyes widened. "110? That's amazing."

"That's great. You're doing great with the online publicity and Jungkook outdid himself tonight. That performance was better than some big-bucks concerts out there." Yoongi praised them.

"Like you're not the genius behind all these. We wouldn't even leave the village if you didn't convince us. Yoongs, we owe you all the praises."

"Yoongi Hyung, you're the reason I can do all these. You take your time to produce my songs for me. I just write and sing but every other thing is you and you don't sleep until it's done. I love you so much, Hyung."

"Aw, Jk. That's what I gotta do for my little bro."

Jungkook turned to Jin and rested his head on the elder's shoulder. "Hyungie, I also thank you for helping me to have a presence. You spend all your money on me and my dream. I love you so much. I love you both a lot."

"This brat will make me cry." Jin sniffled.

"Group hug?" Yoongi suggested.

They put their cups on the small table beside the bed and hugged each other.

"I'll go to sleep now." Yoongi stood up, ready to take the cups and leave.

Jin called him back. "Yoongs, remember what we talked about in the car."

"Oh, that." Yoongi put down the cups and sat back on the bed. "Jungkook, we want to tell you something."

The youngest nodded. "Ok, I'm listening."

"It's about your boyfriend."

"Ok, what about him?"

Yoongi cleared his throat. "I'm not saying this to make you end your relationship with him, but I want you to understand that the music industry is complicated and if you intend to have a healthy relationship, you have to protect it and keep it away from the public. You might say that you're not popular now, but surprisingly, fans dig up information and pictures you never imagined. The way you parade your affection and...touch each other in public should be minimized."

"W-we don't touch each other in public."

Jin scoffed. "Not you thinking we didn't see the position you were in back at the field."

"Ok, we won't hold each other like that in public again."

"Did you tell him about our plan to move to Seoul?" Jin asked.

"But Yoongi hyung said we might not need to move if my new song goes viral."

Jin turned to Yoongi, annoyed. "You're giving him hopes. Look, we're moving to Seoul. There are more opportunities there."

"What do you mean, I'm giving him hopes? Don't you believe that the song would go viral?"

"Doesn't mean, we won't move as planned."

"It's fine, Hyung. I heard your advice."

"The boy is cute and I like him, that's why I don't want you to break his heart. Before you too get so attached, you better clarify him on your journey in the industry. Tell him about our relocation too." Jin added.

"Yes, Hyung."

Taehyung's home

Thank the gods, there was a spare key in the flower pot outside. Taehyung had used it to enter the house. He ran to his room and locked the door.

He'd definitely get punished but he didn't want it to be that night. He was too tired from screaming and jumping at Jungkook's concert. The last thing he needed was to cry the sleep.

Taehyung undressed and went to shower. He had classes tomorrow and...

"Oh, hell no. My uniform." He remembered that he didn't wash his uniform during the weekend. He had dedicated the weekend to Jungkook, helping him to prepare for the concert. He washed up quickly and put on Jungkook's shirt that he had taken some months ago.

He took his uniform from the hamper and tiptoed downstairs to the laundry room.

The machine started working and Taehyung sat on a stool, scrolling on his phone. He decided to edit some videos of Jungkook for his fan account.

Lost in the task at hand, he didn't notice when his father quietly entered the laundry room. The man stood behind him and peeked into his device. Seeing where his son had gone to, he frowned. He never liked Jungkook.

Mr Kim angrily grabbed his son's hair and pulled him off the stool.

"Dad, stop!" Taehyung cried, trying to release himself from the harsh grip.

The man pushed him down to the floor. "This is where you went to sell yourself to that loser?

Taehyung glared at his father even though he was scared out of his mind. The man was a psychopath who didn't think before doing anything. He was capable of hitting Taehyung until the boy passed out. It would be fruitless to explain things to him or try to make him believe the truth.

Taehyung had long learned how to match his father's energy and save himself. He would talk back or fight back sometimes before the old man would leave him alone.

"Stop it, Dad. I'm not a child anymore. I just went to support my boyfriend." He screamed in his father's face.

"Support that loser?" He laughed mockingly. "A boyfriend who can't pay your bills and take you on good dates. Does he have a car? Bet his parents still feed him. You stupid child, always bringing me shame."

"I don't care what you say. It's not your business."

Mr Kim delivered a punch to his son's mouth, breaking his upper lip instantly. "What's not my business, huh?"

Taehyung covered the bleeding area and moved away to a corner, crying.

"What's not my business?" The man growled, threatening to hit him again.

"Nothing." Taehyung mumbled.

"Turn off that machine and go to your room, idiot." He kicked the boy's leg before making his way out of the laundry room.

Taehyung held on to his lip to control the bleeding. He turned of the machine and slowly walked to his room. His uniform was not washed and he would probably be sent back home by his teacher.

School

Jungkook and Taehyung attended the same vocational school. While the artist studied Diploma in Music, Taehyung studied Diploma in Hairdressing.

The school was were they met for the first time almost two years ago. Jungkook had enrolled a month after Taehyung. He entered the wrong class being Taehyung's class. It was when the teacher started talking about hair and styling that he realized he was not in a music class at all.

Taehyung helped him find his class. They clicked almost immediately. Jungkook started going closer to the younger one since he had no friends yet. Three months later, they started dating.

They were now in final year and we're looking forward to graduating together but Jungkook was moving to Seoul and he might not get to graduate with his mates.

Jin had already informed the Dean about their plans to move and he agreed to give Jungkook his certificate earlier than the others.

The artist was going to collect certificate, happy to be done with school but he was very worried about how to tell his boyfriend that he was leaving not just the school but the city.

Jungkook entered the school premises and looked around for Taehyung. The younger had told him that he was already in school.

He was about to call Taehyung when he felt the boy's soft hands around his waist from behind.

Jungkook smiled and turned around. "Hey baby, how..." His brows furrowed when he saw the cut on Taehyung's lip. "What's this?"

The younger giggled. "You won't believe I fell from the stool while washing my uniform." He lied.

"Oh, shit. Why?"

"Can't you see, I'm not on my uniform. I forgot to wash it and I fell asleep while washing it last night."

Jungkook's squint his eyes. He was going to say something. He knew that wasn't a fall. "Your dad..."

"Baby, your views are going up." He covered up, not wanting to talk about his father. "I think you should try an online concert. Everything's done online these days, you should tap into it."

Jungkook's eyes roamed the boy's body and he sighed. "I'll tell my Hyung about it."

"You got class now?"

"Um, yes, I have vocal training first."

"I'll see you after class then."

"Mhm,"

Taehyung kissed him on the cheek and went to class while Jungkook went to the Dean's office.

A/N

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