2 Works by yeonshim
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“I know exactly what you’re about to say, and I already hate you for it,” Taehyung says. “I am not singing Nirvana in front of a guy with a fucking Nirvana tattoo, Yoongi.”
“Hey, if it helps at all,” Jungkook chimes in, “I’m actually way too anxious to judge you right now.” Then he adds, “Not… that there’s going to be anything to judge? You’ll do fine. Probably.”
“There you go,” Yoongi says. He claps Taehyung on the shoulder, his smirk widening into a full-on grin that shows off his gums and everything. Infuriating. “Also, you’re on guitar.”
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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a group of housemates looking to form a band must be in want of a drummer. What they get instead is Jungkook.
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Yoongi says, “You like whisky?” and his voice is a low, careless drawl, like consonants are barely worth his time. It’s not deep in the warm, soft way Taehyung’s is; it’s the tiniest bit rough, in a way that—
“Yeah,” says Jeongguk, mortified by his own breathlessness.
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Jeongguk couldn't possibly say why he so immediately and so desperately wanted to fuck his boyfriend's other boyfriend, but, well. Here he is.