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Taehyung and Jungkook stood outside Jimin's room, their knuckles gently tapping against the wooden door. A faint rustling sound came from within before the door creaked open, revealing a petite yet striking young man. Jimin’s eyes, sharp and observant, widened slightly as they landed on the unfamiliar face beside Taehyung.
"Hey, Jimin," Taehyung greeted warmly, stepping forward with a grin. "How are you?"
Jimin leaned against the doorframe, tilting his head slightly. "I'm fine," he replied, his gaze flickering to Jungkook. "And who's this?"
Taehyung gestured toward Jungkook. "Oh, this is Jungkook."
Jimin's lips pressed into a thin line, his arms crossing over his chest. "And...?"
Taehyung blinked. "And... he's my friend?" There was an odd hesitation in his voice as he glanced at Jungkook.
Jimin hummed, a teasing glint dancing in his eyes. "Mmm-hmm... A friend, you say? Are you sure?"
Taehyung groaned, rolling his eyes. "Yes, Chim, he’s my friend. Can you not?"
Jimin let out a soft chuckle before turning to Jungkook. "And what do you say?"
Jungkook, who had been silently observing their playful interaction, smiled. "Yeah, we're friends," he confirmed with a nod, his tone easygoing.
Taehyung let out a relieved sigh before sending Jungkook an appreciative look.
Jimin eyed the younger for a moment before finally extending a hand. "Well then, hello. I'm Jimin, Park Jimin."
Jungkook shook his hand firmly, offering a genuine smile. "Nice to meet you, jimin- shi."
Jimin’s lips curled up at the polite address, and with that, the initial awkwardness dissipated.
Stepping aside, Jimin gestured for them to enter. "Come in, then. Since Tae dragged you all the way here, you might as well sit and talk."
As they settled into the cozy room, the conversation flowed naturally. Taehyung, as always, led the conversation, animatedly narrating childhood stories about Jimin—how he used to be the quietest yet the smartest boy in childhood, how he always used to play with Taehyung from in the park.
Jungkook listened intently, his admiration for Jimin growing with every story. He could see why Taehyung held him in such high regard. Jimin, in turn, seemed pleasantly surprised by Jungkook’s interest, slowly warming up to him as the conversation deepened.
"So, Jungkook," Jimin mused, his chin resting on his palm, "you're some bigshot in the industry, huh?"
Jungkook scratched the back of his head, slightly flustered. "I wouldn’t say bigshot, but yeah, I’ve made a name for myself."
Jimin smiled. "Modest, huh? I like that."
Just as Jungkook was about to reply, a voice interrupted from the doorway.
