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“When did this turn into an ugly sweater party?” // welcome to ie!
( `&. JJK ) —“When you showed you.” Jungkook pinches the fabric of his top, pries it from his body, and looks down to inspect it. “My sweater is actually cute as hell.” From here, he turns his eyes to scrutinize the elder’s sweater of choice. “But it could be better... I guess.”
"Why does it smell weird though?" / Welcome to IE!
( `&. JJK ) —“Maybe it’s infected.” Jungkook lifts his arm, trying to get a whiff of the cut on his elbow. Hey, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s had an injury go foul. “Does it look infected to you?” Next thing you know, he’s practically shoving his elbow in the other’s face.
"What are you trying to say?" / Welcome to IE!
( `&. JJK ) —“I’m just saying, Jimin hyung feels fondly of you, so you know – if we have a new year’s party, I want you to come along. Kind of like a surprise, you know? Like, you could totally jump out of something. Maybe... a window.” Pause. “I don’t know.”
“Never in a million years.”
( `&. JJK ) —“I could definitely be in Girls’ Day. I know almost all your dances.” Dismiss him, Jungkook is rarely bold with a female acquaintance. He’s certainly just having a moment.
“Or maybe you don’t want to give up your position as maknae? Ah, that’d be a crisis for sure.” There’s a drip of sarcasm on the end of his tongue, just barely detectable beneath his tone. But hey, doesn’t Girls’ Day plus One Boy Day have a catchy ring to it?
“This would not happen if I had a penis!”
( `&. JJK ) —“I’m… sorry.”
Male privilege; Jungkook knows this is a thing, despite not being very knowledgeable in the subject of that Thing. Some moral standard in him just tells him to sympathize with the stranger’s frustration, but he’s not exactly sure what to say. Sure, he witnessed the trio of burly goons whistle in her direction, but he’s not typically one to jump into heroic action (being a public figure and all). Instead, he’s tugging his mask further up the bridge of his nose to hopefully conceal his identity, and minds a safe distance from the woman. “If it makes you feel better,” he starts carefully, eyes flickering in her direction. “I can relate. Kind of. People say weird things to me a lot too.”
