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"If you love me let me know."
"If you love me let me go."
"You loved him. Didn't you?"
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"Stop talking in past."
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The entire city of Daegu is tumulted by an infamous, refractory group of delinquents who popularly went by the name 'Fac...
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-2 nights ago-
Taehyung snuggled up against the muscular, chest to chest, his heartbeats slowly catching up with that of Jungkook's. Both of their bodies were buried under the covers.
Yet Jungkook could see the tinier boy's silhouette from the dim light that peered in.
Taehyung was zonked out. His hair tousled, nostrils flaring slightly, matching his slow, breathing pattern in his sleep.
Jungkook couldn't withstand admiring the sight secretly, with one soft smile patched on his lips.
He traced his fingers along his trapezius muscle, then down to his deltoids.
He kissed Taehyung's cheek lightly, and closed his eyes, only for a second however.
Taehyung's phone precipitously pealed. Jungkook was the one to notice it first. He tried waking its actual owner up, but Taehyung was so enormously enthralled by The Land of Nod, that even Jungkook's pugnacious jostles couldn't awaken him.
"Taehyung, someone is calling you."
Taehyung somewhat clucked in his sleep moderately, and then turned around, snorting at the other side.
"Taehyung??" Jungkook brought the ringing device near Taehyung's ear, though fruitlessly.
"Nah! He's dead to the world, it's pointless trying to wake him up," he slid on the decline and slung it away, lying on his back.
Though, his next attempt on sleeping didn't prove itself to be efficacious either.
Taehyung's phone rang vibrantly once again. And Jungkook declined the call as well, once again.
Soon it turned into one heck of a battle between the caller and Jungkook. The caller was obdurate and so was Jungkook. None of them was eager to give up.
The phone kept on ringing, and Jungkook kept on turning down every single time.
"Fuck it! I'm going to switch it off without Taehyung's consent now."
He picked the phone up, and made his fingers fleet alongside its power button diagonally.
But before he could turn it off, it rang once more which made him impede his conduct.
"802? The number feels really very familiar."
He strained on his brain to recall where have he came across that number before, but when even after colossal attemps, his mind remained blank, he put an end to his thoughts and hit on the fern green 'answer' icon.
