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"That's wonderful," you tell Jungkook in the car.

"You think so?" Jungkook asks, his tone slightly teasing.

"Of course it is, how many people win a nation scale award for their outstanding achievements?" You boast. Taehyung clears his throat at your remark, you don't pay him any attention.

"How long are you in Seoul for?" You interrogated Jungkook.

"I'm staying for Jimin's engagement party, not so sure if I'll stay for the wedding," Jungkook answers.

"Oh come on," you whine, "stay for the wedding, it'll be fun if you stay. And that reminds me, you're coming to the annual gala right? We're all leaving on Saturday."

"I mean, I wasn't planning on attending this year," he says.

"Everyone's going, me, Taehyung, Jimin, Iseul, Jihyo and I'm sure I can convince Ryuna to come along. It'll be fun if you come too," you place your hand on his bicep, hoping he'd agree.

"If he says he can't come Y/N, I don't think you should pressure him," Taehyung says to you, pulling you away from Jungkook's close proximity.

"But if Y/N wants me to come, I think I'll come along," Jungkook concludes.

Taehyung almost scoffs from beside you.

"Perfect," you exclaim, "it'll be so much fun since everyone's going together. Right Taehyung?" You turn to face your best friend.

"Yeah, real fun," he responds, no sign of enthusiasm in his voice.

Before you could continue your conversation with Jungkook the car comes to a halt and the driver announces that you've arrived.

Doors of both sides of the back door fling open, one of the side Taehyung had been sitting at and the other of the side Jungkook had been sitting at. While you, sitting in the middle, were being offered hands by both men, meaning to help you down.

Before you could be given the chance to choose (which would've been painful regardless), Jungkook's phone rings. He politely excuses himself.

Your eyes find Taehyung's, his hand still outstretched for you to grab onto. Placing your dainty hand in his larger hand, his grasp on you is tight, and protective as he helps you down from the black Mercedes.

You could almost laugh at how protective Taehyung was about every little thing you did, whether that be helping you down the car, or you going out alone. He'd give you a statutory warning for every little thing you did.

"Are you going to be alright? Do you want me to come with you?" You hear Taehyung's worried voice over the phone.

Out of context, hearing his words anyone would probably think you were about to perform a dangerous stunt.

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