"Will you be my boyfriend, hyung?" Eight year old Jeongguk asked, presenting forward the flower crown he had got along. "Kookie," Taehyung mumbled, a very visible shade of red having painting it's way on his cheek. "I- I uh-" "Please hyung?" Jeongguk blushes, standing on his tippy toes placing the flower crown on Taehyung's hair. Taehyung didn't understand why he internally died, but he felt happy and that's what mattered.
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