Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook knew from the start that arguing with Taehyung was like trying to reason with a cat that'd already decided to knock your cup off the table. It was pointless. But it was too late to dwell on that; he'd lost the argument, which meant all that remained was to carry out his punishment. "Don't forget to write your name and picture!" Taehyung ordered, his eyes gleaming with excitement, as if he weren't a friend but the producer of a survival reality show. Jungkook, cursing under his breath, reluctantly pressed the record button, frowning as if he'd just been ordered to do a morning workout. "How embarrassing... Are you satisfied?" Jungkook held the phone screen up to the face of what was probably his ex-boyfriend. Taehyung nodded in relief, then put the phone back down. "Hey, no, give me three more swipe-ups!" Jungkook rolled his eyes as if he were about to see the mistakes he'd made that had led him to this point. He sighed deeply, then swiped his finger across the screen, selecting three profiles. "Don't worry, Jungkook," a lazy voice came from the couch. Jimin, without looking up from his phone, tried to comfort his friend. "No one will believe it's really you anyway."