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"YN I think we have switched souls. We gotta meet and figure this shit out"
Jungkook sighed. Still attempting to be calm in this impossibly ludicrous situation. He had this acumen. It may have been a part of his occupational disease. A career where he had to be at his toes' end all the time. He was so unlike you. Not a nervous wreck. Polar opposite.
But hey no judgement okay?
He aimed at salvaging the situation at hand and finding the remedy for the same than needing remedy himself to face it.
" But Jungkook are you sure? I still can't believe it. Wait how did you get my number!?!" your reason had certainly dissipated into thin air along with your soul perhaps.
" Sweetheart first off. Calm down. And second of all. I am calling myself. My phone. I know my number. Also you should change your theme. It's all cutesy pictures of me. Am not a bunny. As you've stored all my pictures in a folder named 'My bun bun'" he giggled.
