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Kim Taehyung

"Hoseok?" I asked, as I peeked my head in the kitchen.

"Yup," he confirmed. "But just call me Jhope." He smiled.

Oh my his smile is so angelic.

"You need anything?" He asked as he filled a glass with water and handed it to me.

I thanked him and drank the water. "I'm just looking for Taehyung. Have you seen him around?"

"Nope. But I think he's in the practice room. Just go through the hallway and turn left."

"Thanks," I waved and went out.

Practice? Him practicing what? Must be singing? Or if he wants to be an idol or something, he must be practicing dance?

I shrugged my shoulders and knocked on the door. No one answered so I turned the handle and entered, but my jaw dropped.

And the trigger was pulled.

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