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Yoongi was wearing a long sleeve shirt today.

"Where is your usual hoodie?" Taehyung asked, searching into the dark lenses of his sunglasses for his eyes.

"They're all dirty." He replied simply, sticking his hands in his jean pockets.

"Want my jacket?" Taehyung asked, starting to pull off said clothing.

"No."

"Oh, okay."

They neared the school, seeing small clusters of people heading inside the front doors and others staying outside, sitting on the grass or on benches.

"I fucking hate everyone."

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yoongi is a mood tho

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