JL_JKFICTION
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Friday nights with JK and Yoongi always felt like slipping into a familiar, comfortable routine. At JK's apartment, the scene was set: takeout containers spread out, the smell of 삼겹살(samgyeopsal) mingling with the sharp tang of empty soju bottles.
We'd foregone karaoke tonight, instead choosing to lose ourselves in a movie.
I nestled between them on the couch, my head finding its usual resting place on Yoongi's shoulder. His warmth was a soothing backdrop, and I tucked my feet under JK's legs. His thighs, always a reliable source of heat, wrapped around my toes like a cozy blanket....
***As with all my stories this is a complete work of fiction made strictly for entertainment purposes. Nothing here is to be taken seriously. Now let's enjoy the ride 😏***