WHAT HE WANTS | TAEKOOK ✓

thirty three.

jungkook's pov

"hey man can you shut the fuck up for 5 seconds? im trying to win here." yoongi spat at hoseok as he continued playing.

"yoongi you are literally in last place. please remove yourself." i hummed.

"bitch." he mumbled under his breath.

"oh shit wait. jimin's calling me." he paused the game causing us to groan.

"hello-yes. why? fine just don't spend everything." yoongi sighed in defeat.

"what happened man?" namjoon asked.

"jimin was asking to use my card. apparently they want to buy even more shit."

i whistled, shaking my head before resuming the game, "let's get it."

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it was the next morning, namjoon, yoongi and hoseok were all scattered around the room in various different positions.

empty beer bottles were everywhere as well as wrappers.

we had all woken up, laying in place on our phones, too tired and lazy to get up.

"jin isn't answering my texts, i bet they aren't up yet." namjoon laughed.

"how about we go surprise them?" i smirked before we all looked at each other and scrambled to get up.