What a bunch of morons

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"YO, Jimin?" A raucous voice resounded in the tiny housing space called a shared apartment at the crack of dawn.

"What?" A gruff, sleepy voice came from the small toilet next to the kitchen where the owner of the raucous voice stood.

"Where have you hidden all the butter?" Hoseok yelled back, his handsome face twisted in a devious grin.

"For the last time, Jung Hoseok, if you use those cheesy pick-"

"Did you use it all up to smoothen up that fine ass?"

"Can't a tired, sleepy man shit in peace for once?"

Out of the door of the only room in the apartment tumbled a man in his early twenties, his eyes red from being up all night and his hands curled into fists.

"I. Was. This. Close. To. Finishing. The. Last. Level. Of. The. Latest. Season," he hissed in a slow, rhythmic voice.

Hoseok raised his eyebrows.

"So?"

"You. Made. Me. Lose. It. By. Your. Stupid. Flirting. Antics. You. Absolute. Moron."

"I'm honoured."

Like a bullfrog preparing to wreck the lotus leaves floating on the peaceful waters of a dirty pond, Jeon Jungkook growled and leaped on Hoseok who yelped in fear.

"Wait! I still need to fuck Jimin before I die!"

"I really need to find a new place to stay," muttered Jimin as he buried his head into his hands.

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