Min Yoongi

Yoongi knew from the start that arguing with Jungkook was like trying to reason with a cat who had already decided to knock your mug off the table. It was useless. But it was too late to think about it - he had lost the argument, which meant all that was left was to carry out the punishment. "Don't forget to put your name and photo!" Jungkook commanded, his eyes sparkling with such enthusiasm as if he was not a friend, but a producer of a reality survival show. Yoongi, cursing quietly, reluctantly pressed “Register” and grimaced, as if he had just been asked to participate in morning exercises.

• What a shame... Are you satisfied? - Yoongi poked the phone screen into the face of what was probably his former friend. Jungkook just nodded contentedly, but immediately turned the smartphone back.
• Hey, no, give me three more swipes up! Yoongi rolled his eyes, almost as if he was about to see the poor decisions that had led him to this point. With a heavy sigh, he swiped his finger across the screen, selecting three profiles. "Don't stress, Yoongi," a lazy voice came from the couch. Taehyung, without looking up from his phone, tried to console his friend. "No one will believe that it's really you anyway."