thank youu for 100k🥺💛

also i was gonna make the bracelets taekook
made, and someone already did on twt !! i
honestly think its the cutest hehe & sorry for
the late update dhskdk

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"So you two are bestfriends?" Seokjin asked, his chopsticks pausing right before he could put the rice into his mouth.

"Yeah, we are." Taehyung nodded, folding his hands over the table as he glanced between the older and Jeongguk. Hoseok, on the otherhand, was trying not to laugh while he ate his pudding.

"Since when?" Jin raised an eyebrow, chomping on his food.

"Since last week," He answered, remembering the beach, and the temporary goodbye, but that wasn't something he would say out loud.

Jeongguk and he proceeded to forget that ever happened. They never talked about it, never even mentioned it. There was only so much they could do to erase it of its existence, but they tried. They tried.

It was too painful to think about really, so he supposed it was for the best.

"And you chose him, Mr I can't keep my dick in my pants because I'm a sexy volleyball player, to be your bestfriend?"

"Pretty much yeah," Taehyung nodded. At that, Hoseok snorted when Seokjin angrily shoved rice into his mouth, giving Taehuung a nasty look.

"Am I a fucking joke to you?"

Taehyung exchanged confused glances with the younger beside him. Jeongguk shrugged, looking away as he fidgeted with his bracelet, twisting the words 'ugly dick jk' between his fingers. He inhaled slowly, stomach twisting and looked away and fixing his attention on his hyungs.

"What?" Taehyung swallowed, bracing himself for the impact of Jin's furry.

"You know he's a hazard to your health right? The player of all players?" Jin asked, which made Hoseok cover his mouth with a napkin, trying to cover his mouth.

"I'm sitting right here, Sheepy," Jeongguk said, again ignored by the oldest.

"And you, you have your lip virginity, and your ass virginity, and hopefully your dick virginity too," The oldest said. "He could coerce you!"

"Right here, just vibing I guess," Jeongguk repeated and was still ignored.

"I'm so fucking sorry," Hoseok wheezed, holding the napkin over his mouth. Jin gave him a death glare, and the other raised his free hand up in defense.

Taehyung, on the other hand, winced internally, and he could tell by the way Jeongguk tensed beside him that they were probably thinking the same thing. He just knew there was no way they were going to tell him a single thing between them.

Oh yeah, I kissed him, made out with him several times, and he sucked my dick (that technically counted right?). Got a couple hickies.

Somehow I still haven't had sex with him, but I think we planned for it to happen. I don't know.

However, that was probably enough to send Jin into severe cardiac arrest, rise from his fricking grave, and murder Jeongguk with his ghostly hands. That was not an outcome either of them wanted to see, to be honest.

"Can we look past Jeongguk's... other extracurricular activities?" He felt Jeongguk's gaze on him, and he could tell he was probably raising an eyebrow at him, maybe even smiling.

"Are you talking about volleyball, Specs?" Jeongguk teased, and he half expected him to nudge him, or at least elbow him, but lately, Jeongguk refused to touch him.

Not in a dirty way of course. It was more like if he touched him, it would burn him, so he tried to keep his distance. Literally, the idiot would flinch when he brushed his fingers against his on accident. If they bump into one another, Jeongguk swerved him.

It was better than him ignoring him though. At least he still had his best friend.

"No I'm not," Taehyung scowled. "Y'know what I'm talking about. If you know, you know."

"Are you talking about sexual intercourse?" Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a snort from the youngest of the group and an eye roll from Taehyung himself.

"Frick off," He mumbled, taking a sip from his water bottle. "I'll remind you again I'd never have sex any time soon. I told you, I'm saving myself for that person."

"Jeongguk and I are platonic best friends."

Jeongguk snorted softly, which Taehyung instantly shut down by stepping hard on his toe. The younger inhaled sharply, hiding his pain with a tight-lipped grin when Hoseok and Jin gave him weird looks.

"Jin, I think they already made it clear they're only 'best friends,'" Hoseok said in a matter fact tone, crossing his arms over the table as he leaned forward in his seat.

"Oh c'mon, Hobi. Jeongguk's a sex magnet. He breathes, lives, and munches on sex," Seokjin waved his chopsticks at Jeongguk aggressively.

"I munch on sex?" Jeongguk asked, amused. "I must remind you, I'm here right now. Breathing, living, and munching on air."

"Fuck off," Seokjin rolled his eyes, "Taehyung, please I told you to leave your animal outside. He could be contagious with rabies."

"This is a cafeteria," Taehyung's brows furrowed. "And he's human. A hundred percent human."

"I mean, I could be a furry," The older of the duo shot Jeongguk a dirty look. He raised his hands up in defense, "What? Just saying, don't assume."

"Jeongguk, you are a person," The blue haired boy groaned, already getting tired of this conversation. He probably shouldn't have introduced Jeongguk to his friends this early, but he did, expecting a better outcome than this.

"Wrong," Jeongguk smirked. "I'm a fucking grocery store."

"Out. Leave. Banished. Nobody wants you anymore peasant," Seokjin pointed his chopsticks toward the exit, disgust scrunching his features together. Beside him, Hoseok was snickering quietly.

"Go. Skedaddle. Disappear. Vanquish."

"What? It means I'm better than a buffet," Jeongguk shrugged like it was totally normal thing to be a fricking grocery store. "You're just mad that I'm better and that Taehyung's the better twink."

Taehyung wanted to shrivel and die right there.

"Where the fuck is this going?" Hoseok wheezed again, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, trying so hard not to laugh.

"Taehyung's not a twink," Jin snapped, but Taehyung was quick enough to notice the flicker of a smile on his lips. Maybe this wasn't a total disaster, and maybe, this would work out like he wanted it to.

"But look at him! That's why he's a twink. Well a partial twink, but you see, he's still a twink at the end of the day. Same way that you are Sheepy, and I am a 100% better than a grocery store," Jeongguk clapped his hands together, somehow proud of himself like he made a point.

"So bam, logic!" He grinned. "Science rules."

After a second, Hoseok was already bursting into laughter. Jin was fighting a smile, and Taehyung was chuckling softly to himself, shoulders easing as he realized all of his good friends were finally getting along.

While his friend group practically gave in to highly disappointed laughter, his gaze fell on Jeongguk, who was staring at his lap, playing with the bracelet gently. When he glanced up, Taehyung gave him a tiny smile and hoped he would at least return it.

And he did, a crooked grin plastered itself across his lips, and all Taehyung wanted to do was— nothing. He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to look the other way, knowing Jeongguk was staring at him but there was nothing they could possibly do.

"Okay after some consideration, we'll let you into the group, but," Jin raised a hand, silencing everyone at the table.

"Jeon Jeongguk must complete a quiz on whether or not he knows Taehyung beyond his body."

Taehyung awkwardly scratched the side of neck, not able to bring himself to see Jeongguk's reaction. But eventually, he caved in, glancing over at the younger hoping nothing was weird, but Jeongguk didn't seem to mind. He was smiling, though Taehyung noticed the twinkle wasn't there.

It hadn't been there for days.

Every inch of him wanted to find a way to bring it back, see the light in his eyes once more, but he didn't know how. And it wasn't like he was going to tell Jeongguk that; it would be weird. Too weird.

Frick, why was everything so weird? He should be content with this change. After all, there was Jimin. He liked Jimin, not Jeongguk. It shouldn't have to be this awkward still, and as much as he waited for it to level out, it was chipping away at his composure.

He honesty wondered how long this would last, but he shook the thought out of his head. They agreed to be best friends. It was mutual. It had to be mutual.

"The first is easy. Taehyung's favorite color?" Jin asked, fixating his attention all on Jeongguk like he was being interviewed for some elite job offer.

"It's purple," Jeongguk answered back cooly, "and on every other day it's pink. He can't choose."

Jin and Hoseok nodded along, which Taehyung hoped it meant that it was good. Jeongguk knew a solid deal about him from all the time they spent together walking to every class, spending lunch at the same place, and even in the comfort of their shared dorm.

Jeongguk couldn't possibly fail; he was too smart for that. Plus there was the fact he knew that this was so important to Taehyung, so he wouldn't blow, but Jin and Hoseok weren't necessarily the easiest to be around.

They were intimidating, mostly because of all the bullying, to anyone who were outsiders.

Most of the people Taehyung thought were nice to him, ended up being complete assholes behind his back. He didn't blame Hoseok or Jin for being that way, for it happened so many times their trust was wearing thin.

But deep down, Taehyung knew Jeongguk wouldn't hurt him.

In fact, part of him wanted to grab his hand, tell him he got this without even saying a word, but he knew that wasn't right. Jeongguk seemed to be doing okay on his own.

After all, he answered everything right. From his parents, to the reason why he got here, and his life back in Daegu, he realized Jeongguk really did listen to him. He listened to every one of his stupid stories even though he thought he wasn't.

And when it got to the final question, Taehyung's stomach dropped.

"What's your favorite part about Taehyung?" Jin asked, eyeing the youngest up and down warily.

"Is that a trick question?" Jeongguk asked, but the oldest didn't say anything. Instead Jeongguk sighed, drumming his fingers against the table until he finally said,

"Everything," He murmured. "My favorite part is being his friend and getting to spend time with him. Is that all you need?"

Taehyung sucked in a breath, peering up at his two friends to see their reaction. Part of him expected for Jin to freak out, maybe even deny Jeongguk right there. Hoseok wouldn't have cared— he seemed to like Jeongguk.

But when his attention focused on Jin and Hoseok, the two simply exchanged unreadable looks, ones that Taehyung didn't recognize. They never looked at one another like that, that was for sure.

Eventually, Jin cleared his throat, "The jury has spoken and have considered your case."

"Am I guilty or not, your honor?" Jeongguk asked, raising an eyebrow at the older.

Taehyung wanted to roll his eyes at their stupid behavior, but he guessed that was the only way they could communicate properly. At least they weren't trying to strangle each other or murder one another, right?

"I was thinking of sentencing you back to fuckboy land, but with careful consideration and input from our jury," Jin gestured at Hoseok, "we have come to a decision."

Taehyung and Jeongguk turned to look at one another, the younger's lips fitted with a lazy smirk. The older rolled his eyes, unable to bite back a smile of his own tickling his lips whenever Jeongguk was happy. He gave him a thumbs-up, ignoring the way his heart lurched when Jeongguk winked at him.

"You can join our group," Jin muttered, holding his hand over the table for Jeongguk to shake. He fist pumped the air, murmuring 'fuck yeah' before he took the oldest hand in his own.

For a split second, he swore Jin looked at his own wrist resting on the table when his gaze discovered the little bracelet dangling around Jeongguk's wrist. Taehyung guessed he was just overthinking things, but he thought Jin's expression softened.

"But if you hurt our Taehyung, we won't hesitate to jump your ass," Jin added, and quickly the younger retracted his hand, probably fearing he was going to chop it off.

"Just because you two are different, doesn't mean you get a special pass," He explained, but before Taehyung could ask him what he meant, they were already moving on.

"Sounds fair," Jeongguk nodded, folding his hands over the table. "I don't have any intentions on doing that."

He said those exact words as he stared at Taehyung, the softest of smiles replacing the cocky smirk he wore like a prized accessory. Taehyung swallowed, flashing him a weak grin, hoping that was it until Jeongguk murmured ever so quietly,

"I'd never do that. Ever."

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Taehyung was walking back to the dorm himsef after the final class. It wasn't something he would usually do, but Jeongguk had to speak to his coaches about missing the banquet first, so they parted ways a bit ago after making plans to grab dinner together.

God, the banquet. It crossed his mind a lot lately, especially because Jimin was infuriated with him, and the fact he couldn't get the look of desperation Jeongguk had in his eyes as he told him he wanted to say goodbye temporarily. 

Right when they came home that night, Jeongguk stopped him by the door, their intertwined pinkies retracting away from one another.

"Still go for Jimin, Specs. He's all you ever wanted right?" He murmured, voice rough, and before Taehyung could come up with answer among all his tangled emotions, Jeongguk went inside.

That was the last time they spoke about it, and he guessed he was so caught up in Jeongguk that he forgot about Jimin. The whole point of this plan was to win him over, date him. Jimin was his end goal.

But somewhere along the lines, all of it blurred together.

And suddenly he didn't know what he wanted. God, Jimin was right there, and Taehyung was finally able to have a chance with him after so long. But then in the back of his mind there was Jeongguk.

Jeongguk's stupid laughter, his smile that exposed his little bunny teeth whenever he got too excited, his stupid jokes, and the way everything seemed to make sense for awhile around him. There was the way he kissed him, touched him...

But none of that mattered anymore. They agreed to end it, to make things easier, to stay as friends, but what did that even mean? What was easy about any of this?

He gulped, rubbing the side of his aching neck as he rounded the corner. All he wanted to do was sleep, eat, and maybe get some homework done before Jeongguk got home. Do things that would take his mind off the confusion.

"Taehyung!" He glanced up, nearly at his door when he realized who was standing there.

It was Jimin, and the older didn't seem so happy. Taehyung sighed softly, guessing his plan would be thrown out the window now that Jimin was here to probably ask him about the banquet in person. Ask him why he ditched him for Jeongguk.

"Why do you keep ignoring my texts, huh?" Jimin snapped as Taehyung pushed his way to the door, wanting to get inside and deal with it in private.

There was this thing about these volleyball players. They never did things half-assed. Most of them fought for what they wanted in the most grandiose way possible. Privacy? Who was she?

"I'm asking you a fucking question. You ditched me at an important event! Do you get how bad that makes me look?" He neary yelled, though he kept his composure.

"I'm sorry. Something important came up," He said, unlocking the door and heading inside. Jimin, of course followed after him, slamming the door shut as he followed Taehyung to the kitchen.

"Wow? Really? And it involved Jeongguk, didn't it," Jimin snarled. "Of course it did," He scoffed when the younger didn't answer.

"What's your fucking issue with Jeongguk? What is so fucking amazing about him?" He finally shouted, watching as Taehyung leaned against the counter, rubbing his tired face.

"Want me to remind you Jeongguk will never give a damn about you? Taehyung, he doesn't care! All he cares about is volleyball and fucking strangers!" Jimin continued, screaming his lungs out.

"All Jeongguk wants from you is sex! Open your fucking eyes and realize that guy is nothing but an egotistical—,"

"—And you're not the same?" Taehyung asked, glancing up from his palms to see Jimin, red faced and trembling with anger.

"Jimin, I-I like you. I really do, and I'm sorry about ditching you and not telling you sooner, but this was important to me," He softened his tone, shoving his fingers through his hair.

Jeongguk is important to me, he wanted to say, but he knew Jimin would only get more angry than he already was.

"We could always go on another date, but this? I'm not gonna tolerate you talking shit on your own friend," Taehyung murmured, gesturing at him.

"Jeongguk's supposed to be your best friend, too."

"M'not friends with him anymore," Jimin muttered bittery, his words not at all what Taehyung expected for him to say.

"He ruined it during the summer."

"What did you say?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow at him. He watched as Jimin inched toward him, his lips quivering while his free hand fisted at his blonde locks.

"Last summer, Jeongguk, my 'best friend' broke my heart," He explained, glancing up at Taehyung with big, saddened eyes that gleamed with this pain he didn't quite expect Jimin to harbor.

Taehyung remained silent, not at all remembering any mention of this from the younger. Jimin inhaled sharply.

"Jeongguk and I had a thing." Oh. They did.

"It's over now, but Tae, he broke my heart. He made it feel like he cared about me and told me I meant a lot to him, and right after we had sex... he left," The older murmured, words breaking.

"It was like that was all he wanted from me," Jimin sniffled, "and I tried to talk to him about it, but he said he didn't remember what happened in the summer."

"I felt so... hurt, Taehyung."

Brows furrowed, Taehyung wrapped his arm around the older's waist pulling him closer. "I-I didn't know that," He mumbled, unsure what to think.

"T-that's why I'm worried about you, spending all that time with him. He says something like he likes everything about you, but that's his way of trying to fuck you over," Jimin hiccuped. "I don't want him to hurt you like he did to me."

"He won't. I know he wouldn't, and I appreciate your concern," He bit at his lip, scrambling for a word to say as he struggled to absorb this.

"But why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're around him so much. Sometimes I think you're leaving me for him," Jimin whispered, his eyes red and watery. Taehyung squeezed his waist, swallowing as his chest tightened.

"M'not. I told you, I like you," Taehyung murmured, "and I'm sorry about Jeongguk. I didn't know he'd reject you like that." I knew he was capable of it, but I swore he changed, right?

"Yeah," The blonde said, swallowing. "But I'm done with him. I like you, and I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I promise, I won't. If you want we can always go on another date. I'll take you on one," He pulled him closer, searching for the butterflies that usually exploded in his stomach and the eratic thump of his heart but struggled.

"You would?" Jimin batted his eyelashes at him, his hand reaching up to cup Taehyung's cheek. The younger nodded, cramming a smile onto his lips.

"Well, I want you to promise me that we won't tell Jeongguk this, okay? Keep things between us," He hummed, patting his cheek. "Promise?"

"'Course, I promise," Taehyung said, tensing when the older kissed him briefly, his lips pressing against his own. Taehyung barely kissed him back, unable to comprehend what just happened by the time Jimin pulled away.

"Don't let Jeongguk get to you, baby," Jimin grinned, gently pinching his cheek. "He's not good for you."

Sure he isn't, and do I really care, but Taehyung didn't say that. He nodded along, forcing himself to grin at the older who seemed content with his words.

"Alright. I have to get going to practice. Wanna grab dinner together after?" Jimin pulled away from like he wasn't crying moments ago, and the younger couldn't help but find that odd at his sudden change of mood.

"I can't," Taehyung followed him to the door, his hands resting inside his pant pockets as he leaned against the wall.

"Why not? Are you avoiding me now, Tae Tae?" He teased, eyeing him up and down subtly, and for a moment he thought he rolled his eyes.

"No. I have work to do for the student council," He lied smoothly, thankful he had some skill in that at least. He guessed lying all the time to those students who thought they were getting into trouble with the headmaster did come in handy.

"Oh, I see. Well then, I'll see you later," The older merely hummed, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Right. See you," Taehyung said, watching as he disappeared down the hallway. When he was gone, he shut the door and sauntered over to the couch before crashing down onto it.

He rested his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling as Jimin's words replayed in his mind. God, he wondered why Jeongguk never mentioned any of this. He honestly wouldn't have been mad— it was the summer, and Jimin didn't specify what summer.

For all he knew, it happened a long time ago.

And the Jeongguk Jimin described didn't sound like his Jeongguk. His Jeongguk that made dumb jokes, that had the biggest heart for his family, and gave him compliments that weren't centered on looks.

He wasn't stupid— he wasn't going to let someone make his own decisions for him. Jeongguk was his best friend too, the person he spent every day with, and felt grounded around.

But in the back of his mind, he thought of the times Jeongguk rejected so many people in front of him. Of course, he didn't say yes to strangers asking for sexual favors, but Taehyung always happened to witness him shoot them down with an apologetic smile.

And for some reason, his mind let him wonder what if Jeongguk would reject him like the rest with that same apologetic smile, and the calm 'no thanks. it's not you, it's me' line directed tight toward him.

It terrified him to just think about it. Rejection. It shouldn't have since it was normal, it was an every day thing, but all of it made him suffocate within his own body.

Years of rejection, of half-hearted sorries, and stupid excuses that made no sense. All of it came flooding back, and god, he was paralyzed in place, reliving those endless days of painful rejctions through a projector in his mind.

"M'home Specs!" Jeongguk called, but his voice seemed so far away, distant. "Specs? I said I'm home, and you're not excited? That's a shocker."

He could hear his footsteps, and as much as he tried to gather a grip of himself because he knew things were different, he struggled. He couldn't get out of his mind, and god he wanted to escape so bad he didn't realize Jeongguk crouched beside him.

"Specs, are you okay? The ceiling's not gonna talk any time soon," Jeongguk chuckled softly. "Specs?"

He blinked rapidly, trying to focus on Jeongguk's voice. Right, he was there, beside him. He turned his head, gaze falling on the younger's gentle features, edged with slight worry.

"Are you not feeling good? 'Cos if you aren't, I'm okay with eating dinner here. I could make you soup! I can't cook, but I can make a mean soup," He said, words so light it made Taehyung's breathing ease.

"I played too much volleyball, I never learned how to cook," Jeongguk snorted. "Except soup."

Taehyung stared at the younger, focusing on his gentle words and holding onto them, desperate to stay a float. Jeongguk's eyebrows creased, and god, how much he wanted to reach over and touch him, to erase the wrinkle of worry with his thumb.

"Seriously, you're scaring me now, Specs," Jeongguk suddenly reached over, placing his palm on his neck, probably to check his temperature.

"My soup powers might not be able to solve this."

He gulped, forgetting the way Jeongguk's hands felt on his own. His skin was always so rough, and he remembered their argument about using lotion, but he refused because 'calloused hands were hot' and Taehyung didn't want to agree so he kept his mouth shut.

But as Jeongguk tried to figure out his temperature, he resurfaced from his mind, his heartbeat fluttering ever so slightly in his chest, and soon everything seemed to steady. He focused only on Jeongguk, the rest becoming irrelevant.

It was the first time he touched him in days.

"You don't have a fever, but if somebody hurt you, I'd gladly beat them up," Jeongguk pulled his hand away, the smallest of gestures enough to make his stomach twist. No please come back.

"Nobody hurt me," Taehyung murmured, finding his voice. It was always Jeongguk's presence that made everything feel normal. "I'm okay, I swear."

"Do you still want soup though?" Jeongguk asked. "'Cuz I need to tell you something."

"What?" He found himself propping himself up on his elbows, the smallest of smiles curling his lips upward. 

"I lied about soup. I was just trying to sound cool, and honestly if you let me cook you soup, I'd be serving you burnt liquid," He admitted, chuckling uneasily as he scratched the side of his neck.

"Burnt liquid? Maybe you shouldn't cook at all," He grinned, tucking behind his blue locks behind his hair.

"But you're not feeling good. If you're not in the mood, we could have dinner here. All I can make is cereal though," Jeongguk muttered. 

"Cereal?" Taehyung chuckled, and the younger nodded, not meeting his gaze. He slightly titled his head to the side, finding it adorable how his ears were tinged pink.

"Okay just because I bully you, doesn't mean you bully me Specs," Jeongguk grumbled. "You're gonna hurt Cereal's feelings."

"Jeongguk," The younger looked up, eyebrows raised. "Let's eat cereal."

"You're down to eat cereal?" Jeongguk gasped, "for dinner?" Taehyung nodded, sitting up. Jeongguk got to his feet, eyes widened with excitement.

"So I don't have to make soup?" He asked, pointing his thumb at himsef. Taehyung nodded, holding his hand out for the younger to pull him up.

"No. I don't want you to burn the dorm down," He snorted, wiggling his fingers at him. Jeongguk rolled his eyes, but he couldn't seem to hide the boyish smile on his lips as his fingers slowly slipped into Taehyung's.

"Good idea," Jeongguk snorted. "I don't wanna kill you with liquid that tastes like a dirty rag."

Hesitantly, their hands closed around one another, grip tight. The younger was obviously stronger, and he was able to pull him up. Taehyung felt himself be lifted up the couch, but before he could stand, he tripped on the edge of the coach.

He gasped, arms throwing out to grab onto anything to break his fall. Taehyung's eyes fell shut, and he realized his arms were around Jeongguk's neck, but he was afraid to open his eyes to see his reaction.

Taehyung inhaled slowly, reluctantly peeling his eyes open, and when he did he realised how close their faces were. Jeongguk's hand was on his lower back, holding him in place, but he could tell he didn't want to touch him anymore than he could.

"Oh hi there," Taehyung chuckled awkwardly, staring directly into the younger's gaze, part of him hoping he could find that twinkle he was looking for, but it was useless.

It wasn't there. What the heck was wrong?

"We gotta stop meeting like this stranger," The younger teased, steadying him like he always did.

"Don't want you falling for me now."

"Yeah," Taehyung swallowed thickly, nodding as he removed his arms around Jeongguk's neck and took a safe step back. Neither one of them said anything, even refusing to look one another in the eye.

Eventually, Jeongguk cleared his throat, "Want some cereal?"

"I'm down for some cereal," and that was that. The two of them ended up standing in the kitchen, eating cereal from Jeongguk's special collection in silence.

However, it wasn't a bad silence where it was awfully awkward and painful to be in. It was the kind that made Taehyung realize how much he liked how things were, how safe it was.

But at the same time, when Jeongguk gave him that damn crooked smile, he nearly choked on his own cereal.

His heart fluttered.

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and so the slowburn continues (:
thanks for yelling at me 🥰 i'll gladly
accept chairs to be thrown at me but
pls be gentle 💛😚