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summary: julie and jungkook compete against each other for the title of best maknae.
warning(s): cursing (?). theyre both so fucking annoying
author's note: finally a zhukook chapter!! anyways just wanted to let you know that this takes place in november/december of 2016, so julie and jk had already started their bickering 😭 it's not revised yet!
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Jungkook watches with narrowed eyes as Julie rehearses her part in Gayodaejun's special stage along with his member, Jimin, and some other idols, like her own colleague, Lisa. She wears stylish, yet comfy clothes she could dance on, her moves slightly softer than what she would actually do when performing for the public.
They were thirteen in total, seven from the modern dance line, and six that would dance hip hop, all gathered across the medium-sized practice room at BigHit's building — Jimin's manager's suggestion when they were discussing for a place that wasn't Gayodaejun's stage, since it would be occupied with the preparations for the award show, for rehearse.
In the end, the two groups would reunite to dance the catchy chorus of In The Name Of Love, a song that was currently a bop that was being played everywhere from parties to supermarkets, being a great choice of the choreographer since it would probably hype even more the crowd when the time would come.
The beat slowed down as the dancers breathed heavily, a round of claps coming from five of the BTS members, six of them sat on the ground, watching closely.
"Julie was late." Was the first thing that left Jungkook's lips when the applauses came to an end.
Everyone looked between themselves as they drank some water from their water bottles, apart from Julie, who stood still, her cheeks flushed and breath heavy as she looked down at him.
"Excuse me?" She raised her brows, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yeah." He nodded, a cocky smirk tugging up his lips. "I said that you were late."
