Jungkook is a teenage gopnik.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Evening was slowly descending on the old five-story building. As usual, a group of them had gathered at the entrance—those same schoolchildren who went to school more for show than for learning.

Some sat on the back of the bench, others sprawled nearby. They cracked sunflower seeds, exchanged dumb jokes, and giggled so loudly that a couple of times the neighbors peered out of their windows with displeasure.

Taehyung was squatting in front of the bench, lazily cracking another sunflower seed. Jungkook, meanwhile, was sprawled on the bench, legs spread, laughing louder than anyone at the latest stupidity. Occasionally, he'd glance at Taehyung. Taehyung would catch his gaze and smirk back. And so it went on, over and over again, as if they were playing some kind of silent game the others weren't even aware of.

By the time it was completely dark, the group had noticeably quieted down. It had gotten cooler outside. Tae shivered, rubbing his palms. Jungkook cracked the last sunflower seed, tossed the husks at his feet, and looked at him.

"Come on, come here. It's cold already," he said rudely, then spread his arms slightly to the sides, as if inviting Taehyung to warm up with a hug.

— Why are you sitting there? Come here.