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— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

If there is such a thing as boyish loyalty, then Jungkook was its embodiment, although, admittedly, it was the last thing you expected from him: his appearance and style spoke for themselves, revealing a completely chav nature, and his self-confident smile screamed the knowledge that he was a local star.

He was truly loved by many for his charisma, for the brightness with which he appeared wherever he went. But he himself loved one man—Taehyung. They were now, as always, having a verbal spat when Jeongguk pulled the earphone out of the younger's ear:

— What are you listening to, doll? A thermodynamics podcast? Let me send you my playlist. For people.

"Don't. Your songs will only confirm my theory about degradation. Step aside, you reek of a collective farm's lack of taste."

This would have continued today, if a third person had not intervened in their story:

"If everyone stinks, think about whether you've shit yourself," remarked some young man, clearly trying to curry favor with his idol, not suspecting that for his Kim, this Adidas Cerberus would tear anyone apart.

The amusement instantly vanished from Jungkook's face, but returned as soon as the one who had insulted his impudent Taehyung admitted defeat and received a fist in the stomach.

"Shall we continue?" Chon purred, smiling.