hotline ⚣ jikook

hachi 。

jungkook sighed.

hell no, he thought to himself. he didn't want to get involved with a trouble like this again—but yet again, it's jimin. some part of him tells him, so what if it's jimin. it's just jimin, and the other says holy shit you have to save the fluff ball. he's a sunshine(and you're gonna marry him someday).

yet unfortunately, the second one took the majority.

much to his dismay..

he stood up from his seat, eyeing the texts written on the screen of his phone. hey handsome dick, meet us at pinktard café if you wanna see him alive, it says.

for a kidnapper, this one's an idiot.

breathing out a long, long and deep sigh with the roll of his eyes, jungkook stood up to grab his coat, ruffling his hair frustrated. it was going to be a long and strange day, indeed.

t i m e l a p s e

jungkook sat at the table on the corner, phone in hand as he waited for the screen to lit up for notification as he stared outside the window beside him, trying to be patient.

if you're wondering, pinkyard café is one of the most popular cafés in seoul, full of pink and fluffy things that made jungkook wonder why the hell would that asshole want to meet up with him with this kind of café.

the kidnapper seemed to know him as well, so why isn't that taehyung scared of him? everyone is afraid of the infamous jeon jungkook.

a bell rang along with some shouts of two boys from the entrance broke his thoughts, his eyes immediately glancing over the source of noise. there stopd a pink haired man, adorable man, with a blonde haired man that had his arm around the pink guy's neck.

"this is stupid!"

"it is not! you're gonna get your fucking self laid, jimin!"

"why would i get myself laid?!"

"because, that man is a fucking god!"

"why don't you get him yourself, then?!"

"i bottom for him."

"then make him get you!"

"can't you just say the word fuck? also, hyunie will certainly kill me!"

jungkook groans.

is this fucking for real?

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