Taehyung had always loved da best seoul with its curly, curried concert. It was a place where he felt tRiGgErEd.
He was a giving, peculiar, sprite drinker with smol hair and skinni nose. His friends saw him as a diced, depressed da spoiciest cup of ramen. Once, he had even brought a late J-Hope back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.
Taehyung walked over to the window and reflected on his spoicy surroundings. The clouds danced like singing doggo.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jimin . Jimin was a charming squeaky mouse with dummy thiccc hair and tall boi nose.
Taehyung gulped. He was not prepared for Jimin.
As Taehyung stepped outside and Jimin came closer, he could see the substantial glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want pork," Jimin bellowed, in a clever tone. He slammed his fist against Taehyung's chest, with the force of 4215 doggy yoongi. "I frigging love you, Taehyung ."
Taehyung looked back, even more soft boi and still fingering the majestic bandana. "Jimin, you got no jams," he replied.
They looked at each other with angry boi feelings, like two rabblesnatching, round rat dancing at a very sweet Jungkook's birthday, which had kpop music playing in the background and two energetic uncles bopping to the beat.
Taehyung studied Jimin's dummy thiccc hair and tall boi nose. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you pork," he explained, in pitying tones.
Jimin looked sad boi, his body raw like a loose, lovely lightstick.
Taehyung could actually hear Jimin's body shatter into 5657 pieces. Then the charming squeaky mouse hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of sprite would calm Taehyung's nerves tonight.
THE END
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Kpop Oneshots
FanfictionI put a bunch of kpop references into a story generator and these are what it gave me. Enjoy. Or don't. I don't really care, this is just for fun.
