Jeon Jungkook 44

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Today, it seemed, everything had decided to test Yoongi's nerves: not only were the deadlines for closing reports at work, to put it mildly, looming, but the August evening brought a stuffy atmosphere, then a downpour, and the icing on the cake was the car, whose air conditioner had departed this world.

Overall, the mood was peaceful. The man still consoled himself with the thought that a delicious dinner would be waiting for him at home, but that hope vanished like smoke.

"Oh, ha," Jungkook jumped out to greet the guy like a jack-in-the-box, looking the part: white makeup on his face, black under his eyes and lips, and he himself was dressed in some kind of junk. "Look at the outfit I prepared. I decided to start early, but ended up doing it all in one day."

And the younger one spun around, scattering the hems of his cassock, which looked more like potato sacks sewn together.

Behind him, the apartment, transformed in the hours the elder had been away, was visible: cobwebs, jack-o'-lanterns, and skulls. Where had Jeong even picked up all this in August?

"Why are you so wilted? Are you working too hard again? Oh well, relax, I already picked out a suit for you too, you know?" The ever-indefatigable Jungkook beamed, even under the layer of makeup on his face.