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"I'm sorry but can I know why you're staring?"
The pale blonde asked with annoyance lacing his tone.

　"I don't have a reason. You don't need reasons to stare at art."
　　The brunette replied immediately without hesitating to think, despite knowing how much the other dislikes words without thought and especially, compliments.

"―What? Did you just call me 'art'?" Yoongi's jaw visibly tightens as his eyes narrow with fury as he reaches for Jeongguk's collar. The younger male's got himself into a mess all on his own.

"I did." And like a flash of light, a sharp sensation blossoms at his jaw, making it throb hues of violet.
Yoongi had punched him, square in the jaw.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Jeongguk yells, a palm rubbing gingerly on his bruised jaw.
　"For making me feel like kissing you," Yoongi replies, his hands fixing into the pockets of his hoodie before walking away.