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sunday

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jungkook's pov

it can't be.

it can't be true. why the fuck do i keep seeing him everywhere? out of all places he could be! jesus! life really hates me, doesn't it? fuck, i think i'm gonna vomit.

i wash my face at the sink then push my bangs back by running my fingers through them with water. i keep my eyes closed and take deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. i don't even know why i'm this stressed about seeing jimin for the second time.

oh wait, i do.

it's 'cause this time, no producers are watching us. it's just me, his friends and mine. and there's yoongi, but i honestly couldn't care less about that little shit.

i could actually talk to jimin like a normal person. and that scares me.

❝ jungkook? ❞

shit.