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can I know where the hell is this
from cause GURL

can I know where the hell is thisfrom cause GURL

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"We need wood, we need food we need—" Jimin begins to list the things missing on the camp while I press two hands against my temples, a baby headache slowly claiming its place in my head.

"We need money." Taemin cuts Jimin off, which makes the blonde glare at him with clenched teeth.

"Wanna become a stripper to help our cause?" Jimin then suggests and Taemin spits out the water he was joyfully chugging and fires a look at the smart mouth.

"Oh but I'm sure stockings would suit your feminine figure the best, Chim Chim." he challenges, earning a growl of frustration from his hyung. Jimin takes a few steps closer, the list of goods crumbling between his white knuckles as he clenches his hands into tight fists.

I immediately stand up and so does Hoseok as we both place ourselves between the two children, our hands pressing against their chest to keep them away from each other.

"I was born first!" Jimin yells at the other.

"I was friends with Yuna first!" Taemin replies, which, to my surprise, makes my heart skip a beat.

"I'm cool!"

"I'm hot!"

"I'm-"

"SHUT UP!" Hoseok hollers, all of us instantly shutting our trap and staring at him with wide eyes, surprised by his sudden outburst.

"Will you two ever stop bickering? It's seriously getting old." he then lowers his voice, his hands tiredly resting on his hips as he glances back and forth between the pair.

"No one asked, horse head." Taemin rolls his eyes and attempts to walk away, but Hoseok violently grabs his by the collar and turns him around, his fist swinging at the younger's face.

He stops a few millimeters away from his nose, expecting the victim to flinch, but we all get our breath knocked out of our lungs when Taemin remains completely immobile, his eyes not even blinking at the sight of the scarred knuckles.

He brushes Hoseok's hands off of him and continues on his way to the grange, not turning back once. I turn slowly to Jimin, who's eyes are out of their orbits.

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