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They were just three year old neighbours when they first met, their mothers arranged a playdate and that was the beggining of everything. In retrospective, he could have never imaginated that while once he feared just the thought of (Iugh) loving someone now he just wanted to kiss the living daylights out of his best friend.
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He sighed while hugging Tae in his arms, the older had just broken up with his girlfriend of three years and, even if Jungkook is the happiest person inside, he have to keep a facade and try to be the understanding best friend that wipe away his tears and suggest buying lots of ice cream and a movie night.
Well, aparently there was some sort of desconection between his brain and body, because the first thing he process is that he's actually cuping the cheeks of a crying boy, just a few centimeters separating their lips. Is now or never, Jeon Jungkook. Go big or go home.
The second thing that he process is the sting on his face because of the slap that Taehyung gave him way before running away from him.
That's it, just go home.