0.3 - 계획 을
jungkook pov
I woke up on Sunday morning to the sound of my phone buzzing loudly with Taehyung's ringtone.
I groaned angrily and threw my arm over to my side table to answer the call.
"Yeoboseo?" I asked with a raspy morning voice.
"Hey Kookie how are you doing this fine morning?" I heard his deep voice chuckle over the speaker.
Goddamn that nickname.
"Stop calling me Kookie, we aren't five Tae," I whined, frustrated.
"You're five mentally, maybe even younger," he chuckled, "fetus."
"Okay whatever. Why did you call me this early?"
"I've heard that you met Jimin hyung," I could practically hear his smirk from over the phone.
"I DMed him on Twitter. He's so hot, Tae," I groaned.
"Okay keep it in your pants. I want to know if you wanna meet me and him for lunch or something next week," he said ever so casually.
"Next week? What the fuck, how am I supposed to mentally prepare in one week for meeting the hottest human that has walked on this said planet?"
"Dude I know he's hot, but Hoseok hyung is hotter."
"Who?"
"Nevermind, I'll tell you later," he stuttered, "I'm gonna call Jimin and ask him about it now."
"Tae wait who's-" and the line went dead as I said, "Hoseok-hyung."
I rolled my eyes and placed my phone back on my side table. I stretched my arms above my head before pushing my warm, black bed sheets that I wanted to stay in forever.
I slipped my clothes on that were laying on the floor that had somehow fallen off of me during my long slumber and headed straight to the bathroom to shower.
After I had gotten dressed into a long sleeved black shirt tucked into my leather pants I slipped on some pair of black combat boots and decided to head over to Yoongi-hyung's house to see if he was okay after the fight.
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Once I arrived at Yoongi's house I parked my motorcycle in his small driveway and barged in through the front door, not caring about knocking.
"Yoongi-hyung are you home?" I yelled out, knowing his parents wouldn't be home.
I decided to run upstairs and go into his room after not receiving an answer from the probably asleep male.
I opened his bedroom door to see him naked and hovering over someone. A guy. A fucking guy. Not to mention that it was Taehyung, who was also naked.
"Wait what the actual fuck is going on," I whispered in shock.
Yoongi-hyung turned his head around and immediately flushed red, and I saw both flustered and probably sexually frustrated boys scramble to find their clothes scattered over the small, messy room.
"Jungkook ah, we can explain!" Taehyung yelled out obviously embarrassed.
"So you two were fucking behind our backs?" I questioned the two with a brow raised.
"Wasn't that obvious," I heard Yoongi mumble.
"Yoongi what the fuck!" Tae hit his arm as he flushed even more red.
"Are you just fucking or.." I trailed off, confused about their status.
"We're dating Jungkook ah," Yoongi smirked as he reached for Tae's hand to entertwine with his.
