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meme |▓ = caught stealing their belongings.
"what are you doing."
"uh - " the black haired culprit whips around, poker-faced and shoulders hunched. the jangle of keys echoes in the hallway.
"are you - " jungkook squints, arms crossed, "taking britney out?"
the without me is left out, but it's conspicuous in his expression.
"uh, yeah." they stare at each other. it's not even that big of a deal, but there's something really iffy about this situation. he settles with the fact that it probably has something to do with yoongi's shitty posture. makes him look inexplicably suspicious. "problem?"
he relaxes his shoulders first, quietly shuffling around in the closet space by the door. "no?" jungkook replies, an uncertain lilt to his voice as he pulls out, helmet in hand. "i mean," he continues, gingerly placing the helmet on yoongi's head before clipping it in place, "as long as you're safe."
his words say i love you bro, but his eyes say better bring her back in one piece or i'll shove this helmet up your assho -
"got it."
"cool."













