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“So, before we wrap up this video, we just wanted to let you know—“
“That we’re going to Korea tomorrow to finally attend The Concert and even a fan sign!”
“God, I was getting there Jimin. As you can see, we are very excited.”
“Can you show your inner-fanboy too? I just seem too extra if I do it on my own. Be a good friend, will you!”
“Jimin. You got no jams…what? Stop glaring at me, it’s true.”
“…Whatever, brat. Anyway, we’ll definitely update you guys on our experience. I don’t think we’ll be able to record during the concert, but hopefully we’ll do it in the fan sign.”
“Yup! Especially when the midget here finally sees that rapper he’s been high-key crushing on for forever. That’s a meltdown that’s gonna be youtube gold, don’t ya think?”
“Yah! You have no room to talk! What about when you finally meet the Muscle Pig that you’ve been moani—”
“—And that’s it for this video!—”
“—Stop cutting me off, idiot, I’m older than mmph!—”
“—Make sure to comment, like and definitely subscribe to our channel, guys! Click on the box here to go to our other videos and click on this one to go tour vlogs channel. See you all soon, and definitely look forward to that meltdown from this one here when we finally see them! Until now, it’s been the 95linerz! Byeeee~!”
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Taehyung could hardly sit still, leg bouncing as it was. He was pretty sure the guy sitting in front of him was just a few seconds away from snapping and turning to strangle him in cold blood, but he really couldn’t be bothered. He was going back to Korea! Finally!
A hand stopped his jittery leg.
“Tae, you better stop it before the guy kills you. I can see his ears slowly turning red in anger.” Jimin muttered, giving him a side glance in warning.
Oh shit. It really was red. Better stop before he got punched, the man was definitely bigger than him.
Couldn’t really restrain the grin though, especially now that they were landing. “I can’t believe we’re here! We’re here. We’re gonna be breathing the same air as so many K-pop stars. Bro. Bro.”
Jimin laughed, eyes turning to crescents. “Yeah, Tae, I know. You’ve reminded me every fifteen minutes.” But Taehyung could see how the excitement was getting into him as well as the plane finally touched down, his pink hair flopping as he ran his hand through it for the nth time in jitters.
His grin only growing, Taehyung grabbed hold of their carry-on luggage from the over-head compartments as soon as people unbuckled and stood, any trace of weariness he’d felt at the long, long flight disappearing completely as the freezing cold air of Incheon hit him full blast, making his cheeks sting and bloom red.
The airport was seriously…huge. Like, lights and polished floors and detached people; the works for an immense international airport. But that wasn’t what he was keeping an eye out for. A whack to the back of his head snapped him out of his wandering eyes as he glared at Jimin instead.
“Stop staring like that, idiot. You look like a tourist.” Jimin rolled his eyes, grabbing one of the two suitcases from the carousel.
Taehyung scoffed before going back to what he was doing before—scouting. “We’re Korean! We can’t look like tourists even if we wanted to.”
“Oh my god, you’re so embarrassing. Stop showing your blatant thirst for idols in the goddamn airport!” Jimin groaned loudly, before shooting him an exasperated look at his blankness.
“But the airport’s one of the main spots I may bump into one! Haven’t you ever read fanfiction, Chim?” Taehyung reasoned, clicking his tongue, “and don’t lie to my face and say that you haven’t, ‘cause I’ve seen you sneakily hide tabs of Suga fanfiction, ya thirsty midget.”
“That was one time!” Jimin whiser-hissed quickly, ducking and peering around to see if anyone heard his obnoxiously loud mouthed of a best friend. “And you said you’d never speak of it again!”
“…I lied.” The duh was self-implied.
Jimin rolled his eyes hard at that, not even surprised. Instead, he looked around more at the people. “Man, those face masks are seriously no joke here, huh.”
Taehyung nodded, also noticing the sheer number of people with those face masks on. Honestly, he’d thought it was just something famous people here wore to stay inconspicuous-but-not-really, but it seemed to not be the case. Was the pollution really that bad? It was a little weird to see, since back home if people wore face masks like this, it’d mean they were in quarantine or something like that.
“Okay, so we have half a day to get ready for the fan sign, so no dilly-dallying, Taetae, you hear me?” Jimin said, warning clear in his voice as he looked over, short legs taking two steps at a time to keep up with Taehyung’s large steps.
“What I heard clearly was you using the term dilly-dallying. What are you, eighty?” Taehyung said, slightly distracted by his surroundings, not even caring about the whack he got for that comment, because he totally stands by what he said.
Who even uses dilly-dally any more? God. His best friend was such a grandpa sometimes. No wonder his bias was the grandpa of their bias group.
The whole way to the hotel they were staying at, Taehyung stared out the window of the cab in slight awe and nostalgia—at the pure snow lining the streets, at the overcast sky, at the withering trees and buildings that got taller and taller the closer they got to their destination in Seoul until it seemed like they were in a completely different place from where they’d started, street lights replacing trees and billboards with the faces of the hottest idols and actors of Korea replacing tree tops.
The last time he’d been in Korea was almost a decade ago, really. Eight years to be precise, and his slightly rusty, satoori-heavy Korean definitely proved it. And that too, he was mostly in Daegu, only visiting Seoul once or twice to see distant family. Mostly he used to live with his grandmother. That was, until Taehyung left for San Francisco when he was around thirteen with his family when his dad got a transfer. He’d used to come back for summer vacations, but that only lasted a year since the expenses were too much.
And now, here he was again, back on home ground. Well, Taehyung scrunched his face in thought, not really, since Seoul wasn’t really his home, Daegu was. While he called himself a complete city boy, he truly was a country boy at heart, he knew. Give him a few weeks, and he’d totally get used to working on a farm again with a wide smile on his face—it was his dream once after all, to be a farmer.
Maybe he should go to Daegu at least once before this trip gets over. Mulling over this, Taehyung nodded to himself.
Yeah, definitely.
At Jimin’s sudden squeal, Taehyung turns to look at where Jimin was making heart eyes at and immediately sees one of the main reasons both of them had impulsively packed their bags and hopped on a flight, money be damned.
Five faces stared at him from the top of a high rise, their pixelated faces large and beautiful as ever.
Bangtan Sonyeondan.
It was from their upcoming wings tour, all their faces angled and shadowed, smouldering gazes and parted lips and messily gelled hair in all its humongous glory. After a second, they’d passed by it already, but the image of it was already ingrained in the back of his eyelids. Somehow, it just made it all the more real, seeing a billboard of them.
They were here. They were in the same place as their idols were. Oh god.
It seems so ridiculous, since Korea was his home, but he was still acting like a true-blood foreigner, fangirling over their celebrity crushes for breathing the same air as them. But…that was exactly what was happening at the moment.
And as he met Jimin’s wide eyes gaze, his lips visibly stretched into a close-lipped smile and straining to keep in a loud squeal waiting to burst forth, Taehyung knew he looked exactly the same. It was all truly sinking in. They were going to see them in-the-flesh in a few hours.
Wide eyes to wide eyes, they trembled at the force of their excitement. And at the slightly glazed look in his cotton-candy haired best friend’s eyes, he already knew Jimin must’ve been thinking about Suga. Taehyung badly wanted to tease him about it, but he didn’t, since he may be many things, but a hypocrite wasn’t one of them.
Since, honestly, Jungkook’s gaze had still not faded from the back of his eyelids.
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It was stuffy.
Like, all the carbon dioxide was literally gonna make him feel suffocated soon. The air was musty and dense, even with the cool air from the air conditioners all over. It actually really didn’t matter at the moment that there even were air conditioners in the huge mall since all Taehyung could really feel was the sweat beading at the back of his neck making his shirt stick uncomfortably to his skin, the cold metal of the back of his foldable chair, the scratchy material of Jimin’s jumper—and honestly, how in holy hell was Jimin living in that jumper when it was the temperature of a baking oven in here, or was it just him?—and the kicks and raucous laughter from the very annoyingly over-enthusiastic fan behind him. He resisted the urge to turn and glare.
It was barely working.
And the noise. The noise.
They really hadn’t taken into account the amount of dying fangirls that would be present at the shindig. The ironic part was that it wasn’t even the people who were present for the event that were screaming, but rather the hordes of fans that have crowded up and around the mall for just a glimpse of their oppas. Fans who use the elevator up and down just to scream their names. It was that bad.
And they were So. Loud.
“Jimin. I’m dying.”
Jimin sighs, all too used to his dramatics. “And what am I supposed to do about that?” he asks with a raised eyebrow as he took in the sight in front of him. Droopy eyes and that ever-perfected pout.
“I don’t know. Aren’t you supposed to know me better than I do? As my soulmate?” Taehyung retorts with puffed cheeks as he inched even closer to Jimin to avoid that fangirl’s irritating-as-hell knocks against the back of his seat. If that girl hit him one more time, he was going to seriously lose it.
After a moment, he sighed, expelling all air. Taehyung wasn’t like this usually. Seriously. It was just that the room was too humid and they’d been waiting for the fan sign to begin for a really long time now and he really wasn’t the most patient person to even begin with. And BTS or no BTS, he needed food, pronto.
Food was love. Food was life.
A timid tap to his shoulder made him tense a bit—it was the kick girl, he wailed internally—before he turned reluctantly, only to be surprised at the shyness clearly present on the girl’s face as she stared at him, eyes flickering between him and Jimin before indecisively settling on him, the red on her face growing more and more pronounced as each second passes. Actually, it wasn’t just her who was looking at them like that, but the group with her as well.
“S-sorry for bothering you, but you both are the 95liners, right?” she stuttered out, elbows and limbs locked into place as she stared even more.
At that, all of Taehyung’s irritation at the girl melted away impressively fast as a blinding grin overtook his face. She was a fan! Jimin fell into an easy smile as well at the timidity of the group of girls, but he couldn’t help but roll his eyes subtly at the grin on the redhead’s face; Tae was so, so fickle.
“Yup! Are you a fan?” Taehyung asked with the same smile, partly because he was happy they had fans here even though their channel was completely English, and partly because it was always amusing to fluster fans like this with just the simplest of gestures—must be why idols are so into fan service if this was the reaction they got, he mused.
The girl looked surprised for a moment before it melted into nervousness once again. “We all are! I’m a really big fan. I watch all your videos!” she chirped and them promptly hid her face in her hands.
Jimin laughed softly at that, sharing a glance with Taehyung who seemed completely at ease now. “I’m surprised since we don’t really speak in Korean in our videos. Do you know English?”
“Oh, no. We watch your videos when it gets subbed into Korean.” Another girl piped up this time, tall and slightly more composed. “That’s why we were surprised when you spoke Korean, um.”
Jimin glanced at Taehyung incredulously at that. Since when did their videos get subbed? Taehyung seemed equally astonished, but he also seemed to glow. It was certainly a revelation to know they were popular enough to get other people to sub them into their languages. These girls weren’t the first ones to come take a picture with them at the venue, but they hadn’t really talked to them much, just the casual greetings and picture deal. While it was already surprising that they had so many fans here, so far away from home, it was a sort of validation and now to know it was because people actually took the time to make their videos accessible to the rest of the world was just, wow. Jimin could feel the heat on his face at the thought, and his cheeks were certainly hurting from how hard he was smiling.
“…Um, can we get a selca?” The elbow girl piped up, and Taehyung immediately nodded, already positioning himself lower and pulling Jimin in so they all could get in the shot.
It was right when they’d successfully taken a photo where all their faces were respectably in the shot, that the screaming picked up in pitch and frequency like a gun shot, and the clicking and shuttering of the cameras took off, the venue now filled with blindingly bright flashes every millisecond. It was literal chaos that made Taehyung flinch violently. Even the girls behind him started screaming violently.
“Ho-ly hell.” Jimin breathed.
Taehyung agreed wholeheartedly; it really was hell, but it was when he turned to the elevated platform at the front that he felt the air get punched out from his chest. There they all were, bowing and waving with smiles on their faces, all of them decked out in their wings era outfits.
He dimly wondered how everyone else was screaming their hearts out when he could barely get any air in.
Taehyung also, in the back of his head, thanked his lucky stars that he had an almost neurotic, time-efficient, high maintenance best bro like Jimin with him to kick his ass when he’d suggested they could go to the fan sign a bit late. If it wasn’t for Jimin and his demand that they reach the venue an hour early, they may have had to sit right at the back where the fansite masters were all sitting with their big ass tripods and clunky high-tech cameras, some even on ladders.
“Hello, we are BTS!”
And after that, the fan sign started in earnest. Lost was playing in the background as they were ushered to stand in queue. Jimin was positively buzzing as he gripped the album tightly in his hands. And of course, Taehyung didn’t forget the promise he’d made to their fellow viewers to record Jimin’s meltdown as he fiddled with the brightness on his phone before pointing it to the clearly nervous pink-head.
And what a meltdown it was.
“Oh my God oh my God oh my God—”
“Jiminie, breathe.”
“—Oh my God, Tae, I’m forgetting their names, I’m forgetting their fucking names, oh my God—”
“And as you can see, my dear viewers, Jimin has simply lost it.”
“—what the—? Are you fucking recording this? Yah! How can you—”
“Jiminie, don’t fucking curse!”
“You just did, you fungus crusted toenail, and stop recording—!”
“Hey, look Jiminie, you only have two more people in front of you before it’s your turn!”
Jimin whipped around at that, before whimpering—whimpering! Taehyung was so using this for many, many future blackmail purposes—and pawing at Taehyung’s sweatshirt making the video feed shaky as hell, face scrunched up and pink as his hair.
“No, nononononono, no, you go first.”
“Wait, Wha—”
And then he was roughly pushed forward with Jimin’s tiny-ass hands, heart in his throat as Taehyung stared at the back of the only fan in front of him with wide, wide eyes. And then that fan moved forward, and that was when the situation caught up with him.
He was next to go.
Shit.
He wasn’t ready! He could feel his hands getting clammy as the situation caught up with him. Fucking Jimin; he thought he had a few minutes to laugh at his meltdowns and go on to do this, totally chill. Taehyung looked at the nearest member—J-hope—giving the fan in front of him high-fives with trepidation.
God, all of them were so real…looking. That was unprecedented. Kind of.
The staff was motioning for him next, impatience on their face, and he could feel the anxiety building up in him until small, small hands manhandled his phone away from his and roughly pushed him forward—again. He wasn’t even in the headspace to turn and kill Jimin with just his eyes, so he just blindly stumbled along until he was kneeling in front of J-Hope, whose welcome smile thankfully snapped him out of his stupor to immediately grin back.
Okay, so, you know how there’s that saying, something like time flies when you’re having fun? Well, this was something like that, except time wasn’t flying because he was having fun, time was flying because there were fucking mutated radioactive grotesquely slimy butterflies rampaging around in his stomach that made it more than a bit difficult to just be completely there.
One thing Taehyung could say for sure was that they were absolutely glowing. In that complete celebrity idol sense, of course, but also in that way one is when they’re genuinely enjoying themselves. Of course, they looked tired as hell too, eye bags definitely prominent, but somehow the way most of them smiled despite that made it all the more ethereal. It was hard for Taehyung to wrap his head around the fact that these were the people that was behind the genius of all the Cyphers. Maybe later when he actually sees all the autographs in his photobook, it’ll totally sink in.
Next thing he knew, he had moved on from Jin—truthfully, Jin was super, super sweet and pun-filled, but Taehyung was a little too gleefully distracted by how much of a stuttering mess Jimin was in front of the infamous Suga, to the point the rapper had to hold an entire conversation just by himself; it was utter gold—to the member he had wanted to meet personally ever since becoming absolute trash for this group—
the Golden Maknae himself.
Jungkook looked the most tired, in Taehyung’s opinion. The eyebags weren’t exactly covered with concealer, and the boy just seemed exhausted. But he still looked handsome as hell, with tousled dark hair with a centre parting showing off his forehead, kohl smudged eyes, dewy skin and a shirt and blazer get up. It was slightly hard to see him as being two whole years younger than him—what with the outfit and the make up and the muscles—but also easy to see just that. Did that make sense? Taehyung could hardly comprehend his own thought. A polite smile appeared on his face when his eyes settled on Taehyung.
And what a gaze it was. Taehyung gulped.
“Hello.” Jungkook murmured, smile small present as he flipped though the photobook and settled on the page of his own face, uncapping the marker automatically. “Who do I make this out for?”
“Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.” He replied after a second, fully aware he was staring. But the way the younger was hardly reacting to it, Taehyung knew he was plenty used to it. That made him wince a bit as he looked down at the boy’s hands instead.
“Alright. Any specific message you want?” Jungkook asked, hand already scribbling away at the page, bangs covering his face as he bent over the book.
Um. Shit. What.
“Er, well.” Taehyung stumbled over his words, mind working a mile a minute. Here was his bias, asking if he had any message he wanted, and he goes blank. Stupid, stupid! Wait, he got it. But it was a really embarrassing message. His face scrunched up in contemplation. To say or not to say?
Ah, fuck it.
“Could you write ‘TaeTae hyung is so beautiful, I became breathless at the very sight of his face.’” Taehyung proclaimed with fake bravado. At the slightly incredulous look on the younger’s face, Taehyung simply smiled innocently. He can’t really say no, right?
Jungkook still looked at him as if he was slightly crazy—he definitely was, and it was more than slightly, but BTS certainly didn’t need to know that—before something flit by in his eyes as they roved over his face carefully, as if taking in his appearance in its entirety for the first time, genuinely paying attention instead of going on autopilot.
It made Taehyung more aware of everything around him, and hyper-aware of the way the idol’s eyes left no corner of his face uncharted, blatantly staring. He could start to feel the uncomfortable heat creeping up on his cheeks at the intense attention and slightly regretted running his mouth. Just before he was about to take it all back, however, Jungkook smiled slightly, his face seemingly more genuine, before actually picking up the marker and writing down the message.
Taehyung couldn’t help but gape.
He was actually gonna have that message to keep with him for forever. His bias is actually writing it.
Jimin can suck it.
“You’re my hyung?” Jungkook’s voice filtered through his brag-filled thoughts, and he nodded immediately.
“I’m two years older, actually. So, yes, you should call me hyung, Jungkookie.” Taehyung replied, poking his tongue out at the end to show he was joking.
Jungkook made a face at that, but his smile only grew, the corners of his eyes crinkling a bit. “Yes, hyung.” He said, like an obedient dongsaeng, or so Taehyung would’ve said, except Jungkook just looked like he was humouring him. “Where are you from, by the way?”
“I’m from America actually.” At Jungkook’s wide eyes, Taehyung laughed. “But I’m originally from Daegu. That’s why I’m speaking in mostly satoori. Not really accustomed to the Seoul dialect yet.”
“Ah,” Jungkook said suddenly, “That’s why you sounded familiar. You’re from Yoongi-hyung’s hometown.”
“Yup. My best friend doesn’t shut up about that fact, so I know all about that.” Taehyung informed with raised eyebrows as he side-eyed Jimin who was now talking to Jin. Jungkook followed his gaze and grinned slightly, shooting a questioning look at Taehyung.
“If you wanna see something funny, just mention Suga to him and he’ll go red as a tomato. It’s hilarious.” Taehyung eagerly spilled, beaming at the answering laugh and nod he got from Jungkook.
Taehyung felt like the smile on his face could never be erased as Jungkook passed the album back to him. He knew he was taking too much time and should really move on to Rapmonster, but after a split second hesitation, Taehyung leaned in slightly, low-key delighting in how wide-eyed Jungkook looked at the hasty action. He truly looked jungshooked.
“Take care of yourself better, okay? I don’t mean this as a bad thing, but I can see how exhausted you are right now. just because you’re the Golden Maknae or whatever, doesn’t mean you have the world’s weight on your shoulder. Being the best comes naturally to you, right? Don’t overthink or overdo it. Kay?”
Taehyung could feel how the atmosphere between them became serious all of a sudden, but he knew it had to be said. It was something he’d always wanted to say to the younger every time the title was mentioned.
Jungkook still looked a little shell-shocked at his words, wide eyes-parted lips, the works, so Taehyung simply winked at him in parting and moved on, not looking back to see what new expression was gracing the idol’s face. His heart was already fluttering a mile a minute, no need to add more damage to it.
When Taehyung was in front of Namjoon, he automatically grinned, already slipping the photobook to him to sign and readying himself to finally speak in english.
“Hello~Nice to meet you Rapmonster!”
“Hi there—wait.”
However, it was a complete surprise when Namjoon, instead of stating the pleasantries between fan and idol, leaned closer with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. Taehyung felt his grin falter at that—what exactly was happening here? Was he—
“You’re a famous youtuber, aren’t you?”
--and his mind promptly blanked. Again.
“…What.”
“Yeah. You’re from that channel…oh man, I knew the nam—the 95liners! Right?” Namjoon asked, smiling excitedly, a smug expression on his face from finally remembering the name. But he seemed totally oblivious to the fact that Taehyung was definitely having a mental breakdown right in front of him.
“You…you know of us?” He spoke loudly, gaping.
“Oh definitely! I watch your videos, they’re pretty great. And it’s not often you find such famous Korean youtubers, after all.” Namjoon explained, before smiling widely in that way that made his face twitch. “I knew you guys were fans, but it’s cool to see you in person, you know?”
If Taehyung wasn’t having an episode in his head at the moment at the sheer whatever he was feeling, he would’ve scoffed. Loudly.
Yeah. He pretty fucking knew, alright.
Instead, Taehyung just flailed slightly, vaguely registering the wide eyes on Namjoon from his peripheral vision, and kept on hitting Jimin on the arm, who was as red as what he’d promised Jungkook he’d be.
“Ow, ow, what the hell?” Jimin snaps, whipping his head to glare at Taehyung, but he didn’t care at all that he disrupted his fangirl talk with his bias, because there were more important matters to discuss at the moment.
“He knows about us!” Taehyung yelped, pointing quite rudely at the person in question, who just looked like a deer in headlights at the moment.
“What?” Jimin squeaked, peeking at Namjoon in uncertainty.
“He. Knows. About our channel.”
Jimin’s eyes got wide. “Shut up.”
Taehyung only shook his head at the disbelief on his friend’s face. “I’m not lying. Ask him. He recognized me!”
“…Seriously? No way. Really? No.”
By now, Namjoon was just looking on in high amusement at the way both of them were shook out of their minds. Jungkook, however as Taehyung noticed briefly, just looked highly Confused with a capital C as he looked on between Jimin and him. While he was slightly bummed his own bias didn’t know about them—that might’ve been asking for a little too much, right? Right—the bubble that had formed around him at the prospect of a member from his favourite musical group of all time knowing about them—them!—was too strong to let that pop it.
When Taehyung saw how the guard was motioning for him to get away, he reluctantly turned and got the album back from Namjoon, resisting the urge to hug it to his chest and squeal loudly, and instead just grinned a megawatt smile in his direction, eyes crinkling up and cheeks already hurting from the force of it.
“Thanks for watching our videos! It seriously means a lot! I’ll keep on supporting your music, Rapmon!” he said quickly, revelling in the sweet smile—dimples and all—Namjoon shot him, before leaving, but of course not before sparing a quick glance at the maknae sitting next to him, whom he realized was still looking at him with those eyes of his. That made him a stumble a bit, but thankfully he got to retain his dignity as he walked down the platform and went back to his seat to wait for Jimin.
He really couldn’t sit still though, leg bouncing and fidgety fingers and all until Jimin came bounding onto him, cheeks flushed and grin stretching from ear to ear. After that, the fan signing went by really quickly, but that may just because both best friends were still in awe of how the leader of their bias group—a group that was halfway across the world, by the way—knew who they were. And they celebrated that fact by getting ice cream at that dessert place a few blocks down from the venue after the event, because why not?
“I think I legit teared up, no lie.” Jimin said, licking the side of the cone from where the ice cream was melting. There was still some colour high on his cheeks, the high still not having died down.
“You always were a crybaby.” Taehyung teased, dodging the slap from the other while laughing. The parlour was slightly empty, which made it perfect for him to calm down and just enjoy the creamy goodness. “Did you read the comments on your photobook?”
Jimin shook his head. “No. Did you?”
Taehyung shook his head as well, reaching out to thumb through his own copy, a snicker escaping him as searched for one specific page. “I asked Jungkook to write something cheesy for me~”
Jimin’s eyes widened. “What, really? And did he?” he asked curiously, leaning forward until he could see from across the table as well, personal space and ice cream well forgotten.
“Yeah, I told him to wri—” Taehyung stopped abruptly, fingers still on the glossy page as his eyes took in the words written on the sheet, the marker ink stark over the paleness of the photographed skin.
Jimin looked at him with furrowed brows, confused at Taehyung’s stillness. He wasn’t even blinking!
“…What? What is it, what did he write?”
Still no answer.
“Oh, for God’s sake.” Jimin huffed, before just snatching the book from him and reading it for himself.
Taehyung hyung is so beautiful, I’m breathless at the very sight of it.
I’m definitely going to have a hard time taking my eyes off you.
(I know you meant it as a joke, but I don’t.)
Thank you for coming, pretty.
—BTS_JK
“…Bro.” Jimin breathed, eyes roving over the words over and over again.
“…Yeah.” Taehyung swallowed. “He’s…he’s really good at fan service, isn’t he?”
“Sounds like he’s really flirting though?” Jimin said with raised eyebrows, pursing his lips in amusement as the shock gave away to enjoyment easily.
“Right. Pfft. Hah!” Was what he wanted to say, but Taehyung was pretty sure the sound that came out was something inhuman, judging by the Cheshire cat grin Jimin was sporting around the piece of waffle he had between his teeth. He rolled his eyes, snatching the photo book back and looking through the other pages. But his mind just wouldn’t shut up. His heart wouldn’t, either. Both of them were being really loud.
Taehyung breathed out.
Jungkook was really good at fan service.
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