Jungkook and Taehyung are childhood best friends, and know each other inside out, or so they thought. Under their smiles, under the mask, reveals the many lies they have told. Little did they know from the beginning, they have been telling the bigge...
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A/N: heyyy friends! I want to let you know that, in the different points of views, I might purposely write their thoughts differently. Anyway, hope you like this chapter! 💜
≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫ "What's that Yoongi?" Namjoon asked, bursting my peaceful bubble.
who the hell invited him?
"Yeah what is that? A dog?" Hoseok questioned, curiously, inspecting (more like infecting) my drawing.
"That's open to interpretation," I answered, rolling my eyes, continuing to sketch.
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"That one looks deformed."
"It wants to be deformed," I said uninterested.
"What's with that one's face?" Hoseok pointed out.
"What's with your face," I replied, humming with my lips to the song playing from my earbuds.
you should see me in a crown...
"Yeah what is wrong with your face Hoseok."
"There's nothing wrong with my face. I'm bOOtiFuL."
"You sound like Jin hyung."
"I sound like your boyfriend? Gee thanks."
"He's not my boyfriend!"
"Uh huh keep telling yourself that. But I do like to say I'm a matchmaker!"
"You are not a matchmaker."
"What do you know?"
"Some people just lack the ability to realize that everyone in the room wants them to shutup," I said at the two whom I wish I could say I didn't know, bickering.
"Yeah hOesUCk," Namjoon said.
"Both of you bitches sound so sexy, when you're not talking," I said glaring at Namjoon.
