jeon jeongguk couldn't wonder more! how could perfectionist kim namjoon could've an asshole cousin like kim taehyung? it was notifying how much he liked one & despised the other. well feelings were mutual in hate's case.
until one of the them start...
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Taehyung wasn't himself sure why he proposed the idea to hang-out and moreover to the person who he shouldn't have, not in millions ages, but guess he did and he wasn't regretting about his decision at all. His surroundings was rather sedate just how he preferred right at the moment and no pornographic music was blasting his ears. Except the fact that it was freezing cold, it was all over perfect and he was sure by now his features had turned pink from the coldness.
It was that silent that he could rationally listen to every breathe and curse Jeongguk was blurting out.
"You literally forced my ass to walk in between some month of November." His nose and ear tips had turned crimson shade of red, his sleeve head was basically eating up his whole face and the way he'd clutched his onto his puffed jacket was rather cute. "For god's sake I can't even feel my dick."
"You don't have a dick to begin with." He sniffled some air, irking due to the fact that he could emerge the cold moisture inside his nostrils. "Even if it's there, it can't be more that 3 inches."
"Tell it to me when you'll actually have a view of my precious majestic dick," he snickered, widening his eyes in an offensive manner. "You would be speechless from how tremendous and veiny it is."
"Shut up Jeon, we ain't discussing about dicks now." A chuckle left his mouth seeing the younger getting all worked up. He shifted his head to have a better look of him, and good God he shouldn't had because Jeongguk was looking just so pretty: from his flushed cheeks, blown doe sparkly eyes to his cute nose, it was all so fucking adorable. And those lips, shit he shouldn't be gawking at him like this but his lips were so pink and wet and kissable. Shut your thoughts, Kim Taehyung!
"Something on mah face?" He asked, pointing his index finger on his face. "Or you're just being a creep?"
"Prolly second option?" He uttered before he could register as he diverted his attention anywhere else, soon focusing on the stall for what they were here for. He panicking-ly stated, "Look, it's open. Walk faster for fuck's sake, don't be a hag."
He himself increased his speed, letting his long legs sparking at the moment. The younger cursed, catching up with him soon. "You really had to use your soccer influenced legs now?" He just shrugged, shooing his head in most obvious way of kind.
As per as they reached there, he didn't take a further second to order what he wanted. "Can I've one corn dog please?" The old appearing man nodded away with a smile as he continued working himself with no further questions.
"What do you mean by one?" The younger mystified as he tilted his head, his eyes widening in some sort of realization as he continued. "I'm in no hell sharing with you!"
"Where in the fuck you're getting these implausible ideas from?" He snickered back, taken by a fraction because Jeongguk really thought that fictitious thing could ever become reality, leaving the fact away that they might poison the food to share with themselves. Although, if the food were be really poisonous than they might fight for another topic—to make each other eat that shit first.
