Jungkook is a gopnik

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

That evening at the abandoned factory behind the old industrial zone went to shit immediately. The locals had clashed with outsiders, but Yoongi couldn't give a flying fuck about other people's beef—he had just come to blow off some steam. The guy with the mint-colored hair burst into the fray like a rabid dog: a straight right to one guy's jaw, a brutal hook to another, the sound of cartilage snapping, and a stream of choice curses echoing across the wasteland. He crushed his opponents fiercely and relentlessly, ignoring the numerical disadvantage, while fresh crimson stains spread across the sleeve of his original Adidas tracksuit.

All this time, not far away, leaning against a shattered brick wall, Jungkook had been watching him—one of the authorities from the rival territory. He hadn't lifted a finger to help his own boys. He was just mesmerized. He stared at this wild, ruthless guy in the three stripes, and something in Jungkook's head finally snapped. In that exact second, he realized that this minty psycho was going to become his main target.

A week passed. Since then, Jungkook had completely lost his brakes, starting to stalk Yoongi literally every step of the way. Moreover, he acted as ridiculously as possible, pulling wild stunts for one sole purpose—to make the guy in Adidas at least notice his existence. And here it was again: as Yoongi entered his spit-covered apartment entrance, that idiot was already lying in wait for him on the landing, a smoldering cigarette filter clenched between his teeth. In Jungkook's hands was a massive "Yield" road sign, which he had apparently ripped out by the roots at an intersection and hauled across half the city.

— Oh, Minty, hey! — Jungkook grinned, casting an absolutely manic, wild look at Yoongi and showing off his stolen present. — Look what I dragged in for you. This is so you know exactly what to do when you see me. So, you gonna punch me in the jaw like those losers, or are we actually gonna talk?