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// - before yoonmin's anniversary.
The loud horns of the vehicles in the subway couldn't even alert the drunk boys as they continued getting on top of random cars and flexing their middle fingers, not giving a single fuck. Jungkook subconsciously spitting on the rolled-open windows, Taehyung shouting curse words for no apparent reason -- it was a mess.
It was when the police cars rushed to the scene that they ran for their lives, Jin hurriedly getting a truck and taking them all, drifting off at a ridiculous speed to their homes. They managed to escape from the cops, like always.
"Shit, that was close," Namjoon breathed and the rest of the boys just laughed.
There was no apparent reason for why the boys chose to be such troublesome people. All they knew was that they didn't really understand the concept of 'limits', 'morals' or 'discipline'. To them, they were just barriers of living life to the fullest. They loved to get high and do drugs, only to discover an unknown world inside their minds -- which was the reason why they were all together in the first place.
It didn't feel wrong. If anything, it was a routine. Ever since they became friends in high-school, they had become so mischievous, only to let out all the frustration and confusion that had been pent up inside them. Coming from such messed up families and having nothing but uncertain futures in their heads sure took its toll on their usual state of mind.
They didn't worry about getting caught because they always managed to escape, miraculously. Not even when they broke into a fucking convenience store and stole everything that they needed, enough to have them survive for three months without having to spend a single penny; because why not?
To describe the boys in four simple words, a cop could only think of 'sons of a bitch'.
Jungkook, however, had issues. If he wanted something, he would just go get it, no matter what. He would feel unusual things and not say a word. He would be battling inside with his own self and wouldn't let it show.
Likewise, right now, all he could feel was him losing his breath every time he saw Yoongi. And all he chose to do was be calm, although it was killing him inside.
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Yoongi parted his lips as he gasped loudly, before Jimin brought their lips together again. He then felt the younger reach for the small of his back, cupping his body and pulling him closer to him as he deepened the kiss. The couple made out on the bed as Yoongi felt the kiss getting more intense after each time they pulled away. It was quick, hot, and wet, and Jimin didn't want it to stop. Not now.
Yoongi looked into Jimin's eyes, the soft gaze of the small boy's mismatching with the intense one of the younger's, after which Jimin took his shirt off in one swift move and reached for the hem of Yoongi's shirt before he took off his own too.
