I was slowly recovering and making friends with Kyung Min but there was a slight uncertainty in the air as to how safe we actually were. "How many seasons have you watched now?" Yoongi asked walking in with a bag of chicken nuggets. "...7..." "Goddam Seon. Ever heard of a book?" "My arms are too weak to hold them"
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He rolled his eyes as I started to munch on the gifted food. "So ugh you and Jungkook... are a thing" I stopped my munch midway and nodded. "Yeah... I guess you could say that". "If you don't mind me asking. Why?" I raised an eyebrow at him as I thought "Well, I don't know? Maybe because I love him and he loves me" "But he was a dick to you" "People change..." "Apparently they do!" He snapped at me and decided to storm out just as Jungkook and Taehyung walked in the door. They stared at him confused before turning their attention to me. "What was that all about?" "I wouldn't share my food" I lied as I continued to think about what he meant.
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I WAS BACK BITCHES AND READY TO FUCK SOME SHIT UP Only kidding mama Jin was keeping a watchful eye on me... in a wheelchair but I was still holding a gun and I could shoot at any moment. It was decided we had overstayed our welcome at Jungkooks parents house even though he had improved his relationship with them over the period we were there. "I have arranged a new safe house for us to go too until this is all over". "Does it have a stairlift?" "Even better it's got a lift" Namjoon smiled at me which only made me furrow my eyebrows at him. To say I was salty would be an understatement.
