click. | yoonmin, taekook, namjin

honesty hour.

it's britney bitch

lol it's been like nine months i am so sorry

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Relationships need nothing more than they need communication.

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"Cheeeeese and crackers."

Jungkook's not sure why that's the phrase that comes out of his mouth when he makes the most terrible, irreversible mistake, but in the seconds that follow, he becomes very sure of one thing.

He's fucked.

The view of the beautiful trophy lying in pieces in front of him is worse than his worst nightmare, and just one of the things that makes it worse is the long, ugly cut he now has on his foot from the corner of the trophy's wooden base.

"God," he groans, covering his eyes with his palm and wondering why in the world this room has hardwood flooring that can break things when they fall.

Death. Death to this hardwood floor, and to me.

See, it would be one thing if the trophy was his. Don't get him wrong, it'd still be upsetting; he likes having childhood memories around as much as the next guy.

But if things were that way, the sight of the shattered music note on their bedroom floor wouldn't crush his soul like it's doing right now. Because in reality, that trophy belongs to his complete angel of a boyfriend, who's currently out clothes shopping with one of his million friends. The million friends he has because he's a complete angel.

Jungkook kneels down in front of the mess like someone's just died, head hanging as he begins to pick up the pieces and place them in his other hand. There's no way he could glue this thing back together without it falling apart at the touch of a finger.

That, however, doesn't stop him from trying. This trophy is from years back when Taehyung was a little kid who loved playing the saxophone. A kid who was playing in his very last music competition, and got first place. And Jungkook would eat ten pounds of sardines straight from the tin before he'd let himself toss these broken pieces in the trash without thinking twice.

"Shit," he mumbles when he's in the kitchen and his hands start to shake. It causes him to drop his little blue tube of super glue, leaving a dot there on the table. Their table.

Jungkook groans so hard it almost turns into a growl. If there's anything he's not, it's an expert at using glue. It might as well be Namjoon trying to fix this thing, but he wields so much tenacity that he hopes it doesn't make a difference.

Making a face of deep concentration, he moves his fingers like silent little snakes towards the trophy - as if sneaking up on it will better his chance of success - and performs a weird sneak attack. Basically he just tries to stick one of the bigger pieces to one of the other bigger pieces.

It doesn't work. In fact, what actually ends up happening is, after two seconds of sticking, one of the bigger pieces decides it doesn't fit right where it is and falls to the kitchen floor, breaking into smaller pieces.

Jungkook lets his head fall forward and hit the table with a loud thud.

I'm over. I am cancelled as a human being.