Eighteen

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Namjoon groaned in pain the next morning when he tried to sit up.
"Morning baby."Seokjin kissed his forehead, handing him sone aspirin and a glass of water.
"I bet you're loving this aren't you?"Namjoon took the aspirin and placed the empty glass beside him.
"A little. Only cause you didn't want prep though."
"Shut up."Namjoon rubbed his eyes tiredly.
Seokjin helped Namjoon get dressed. "The others are downstairs. Hoseok brought his girlfriend."
Namjoon nodded, and went downstairs with Seokjin.
Hoseok's girlfriend looked annoyed as Hoseok was trying to fix his friendship with Yoongi rather than paying attention to her.
"Do one thing for me and I'll consider."Yoongi hummed quietly.
"What?"Hoseok looked at him.
"You know what I'm gonna request you do. Now or we're never gonna be friends."
Hoseok flinched, yet sighed and nodded, glancing at his girlfriend. "Sorry. Bros over hoes y'know?"He made the others laugh, but she looked pissed.
"Nice joke. You aren't listening to a short dyslexic freak over me."
Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Oh, he is. That was a Hobi way of telling you to fuck off cause he ain't yours."
"Whatever. He'll stay with me anyways cause he fucked me."
"If it worked that way I would be married by now."Hoseok mumbled, and Yoongi snorted.
"He fucked me first so he's pretty much mine."
She growled, and punched Yoongi in the jaw.
Yoongi simply kicked her in the stomach.
"You can't do that!You're a man!"
Yoongi rolled his eyes, and smiled. "Aw, but here's the thing...I still have tits, so I'm—as much as I hate it—still a girl technically. You must be really dumb if you didn't know I'm trans, everyone knows. Now leave, hoe."
She left, but not before shooting him a glare.

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