[A.N: i genuinely apologise for what you are about to read. as much as i hate this im proud of myself and my friends hazl and jakub who helped me write it thus far. id say enjoy but this isnt the right context]
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Jungkook ran through the corn fields, panting, a half-soggy piece of toast still hanging from his mouth. He had escaped from South Korea two weeks ago, with his newly found skill of walking on water, and was now in Russia, presumably safe from the wrath of Kim Seokjin. The now trampled corn brushed past his shoes as he trekked on, the fear that he would be found motivating him to continue. Suddenly, the floor collapsed beneath his feet. The corn followed him as he fell through the badly covered booby trap, making him let out a panicked scream. Above the mound of corn that formed on top of him, the sound of a helicopter could be heard. "JEON JUNGKOOK, WHAT THE FLYING MOTHER-FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
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The faint sound of Iron Man 3 came from the laptop in front of the six boys as Jungkook stood up to go to the kitchen. "Where's Hoseok?" he asks, somehow timing it appropriately; everyone's attention diverts to the lanky piece of shit at the door, standing with confidence, polo shirt equipped, hands at his waist, knowing he had to do it to em. "What the fuck is up, Kyle?" Min Yoongi exclaimed, standing up to shake hands with Hoseok. Hobi smiled brightly and shook his hand, before running over to join The Pile, crushing Park Jimin and Kim Namjoon's dreams in the process. Taehyung and Seokjin seemed too focused on the movie to notice. Jungkook opened the fridge, seemingly unbothered by the fact that one of his friends was just almost murdered; too lost in thought to care. He hated it back here, but it's okay, because at least he has the love of his life, Iron M-
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of glass breaking.
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The Love I Never Discovered (Jungkook x Iron Man)
Fanficthis is wrong and i hate it
