《sext me | k.th & j.jk》하나
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I swear to god if my phone doesn't stop ringing i'm chucking it at a wall-
*ringring*
I groan as I get up from my big soft bed to grab my phone from it's charger. Looking at the notifications, I realize they're all from instagram.
I walk back to my bed to further look at the notifications. Opening them up brings me to a boys page. A cute boy's page.
_: haven't posted in a while 🙋🏻♂️
: HE'S BACK EVERYONE
: hola ✌🏻
: Hi there 🥺🥺
: Bout fk time
-: okay guys hear me out. jungkook and
: 😳👀
_: huh? ^^
: THEY'D LOOK SO CUTE
_: Lowkey 😂 Tag him so he can see.
-:
:
: ?
:
_:
Taehyung figures out why he's phone was getting spammed with notifications. Although he should have been, he wasn't mad. How could anyone be mad when people say you and a really cute boy would look good together.
Out of curiosity, Taehyung scrolled through most of the boys account and wow. He was really attractive.
At this point, Taehyung has learned that his name was Jungkook, he's 21, and he's a acting major.
Taehyung wanted to come back to the account later so he quickly followed him and shut his phone off.
@ has followed you!
Who? V? TaeTae? Probably some old creep.
"Hey jimin," The boy in mention turns his head, tilting it a bit as if he was asking a question. "do you know who @Vtaetae is?"
Jimin's once confused face now turned into a smirk. "Look at the comments on your latest post." with that, he turned his body back around to his boyfriend and started snuggling up with him again.
I look at my latest post and scroll through the comments until I see a bunch of people @ing the guy. Me being the curious guy I was, I tapped on the persons profile and-
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What!? 4.6 million followers?! who is this person?
I squint my eyes and read his bio.
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Kim Taehyung
Model
I like sushi 🥰🥳🥵🥵🤤
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who the fuck puts that many emojis in their bio, but the fact that he's a 'model' makes me now realize why he has so many followers.
I look down at his profile and damn, he's a fucking model no doubt. I saw that he works for gucci so that just secured the fact.
But still. How did he come across my small account and why did he find so much interest in me to the point where he even follow-
@Vtaetae sent you a message!
Fuck. What the hell do i do!?
@Vtaetae sent you a message!
No way i'm doing this alone.
I jump to the other side of the couch and aggressively shake yoongi and jimin up.
"What the fuck do you want?!" The dark haired one groans. He blocks my hands as I continue to shake the small kid. "Let him sleep. Talk to me." He whispers to me.
"Your not good at texting!"
"Yes I am!"
"No your terrible at it except when it comes to jimin!"
Yoongi makes a face, clearly offended at my statement but then just rolls his eyes.
"I'll try my best just don't wake him up!" He whisper-yells at me.
I jump back to my side of the couch and Yoongi joins me.
"What's the issue?"
"Okay, soooo you know that guy that everyone was tagging under my latest post." he nods his head motioning for me to keep going. "So, he followed me and now he messaged me!" Yoongi let's out a mini gasp and his eyes go wide. "Well, what did he say!?"
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"I don't know!" He snatches MY phone from MY hands then quickly goes to my DM page. "Yoongi wait!" Too late. He tapped his contact name and boom. There were the messages.
Vtaetae: hu
Vtaetea: hi* omg
Yoongi giggles. "Drop him he doesn't even know how to say hi." with that, he throws my phone back at me to go back to snuggling his boyfriend. I grab the hood of his sweater and pull him back. "No you're helping me."
"I did. I said drop him." I roll my eyes and put the screen back in his face. "What do I say?!" He takes my phone and types something out. He then sends it without me knowing what he said.
I snatch my phone back and look at what he typed. "YOONGI!?"
First of all learn how to type 'hi' :
is typing...
"Yoongi that's mean!" "But did I lie?"
I smack his head. "Jungkook, I'm your hyung!" I just shrugged my shoulders and looked back at what the boy sent.
: i'm sorry 🥺 i was excited
My heart oh my god. He probably thinks i'm mean now.
:
sorry that was my friend he's kinda rude
:
ohh that's ok
:
yeah
:
yeah
...
: do you like sushi?
What is this guy on?
:
no
:
this is the end of this friendship.
we were never friends
:
how dare you
:
you don't like sushi and now your saying we aren't friends?!
:
did i lie 😌
:
yeah, twice
:
okay i'll give you another chance. who's your ult bias
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IU my baby
okay were friends again
:
I didn't agree to anything
:
i don't care
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rude
:
🥰
:
why'd you even start texting me? and why'd you follow me ?
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oh i thought you were cute
I already knew my cheeks turned a pink shade at this one text from a dude I didn't even know.
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creep
:
oh be quiet u were probably blushing
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what no of course not ur crazy
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Oh my god you were! 🥺
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NO I WASNT
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the fact that ur texting in all caps rn totally blows ur cover
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i'm-
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hehe
:
anyways, where do you live
:
um stalker much?
: not ur exact location 🙄 like where in korea
:
how tf do you know i live in korea
: jungkook, we are literally texting in korean. so there's a high chance ur from korea.
:
ok but how do you know my name
:
ITS IN YOUR BIO AND YOUR USER NAME
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OKAY OKAY NO NEED TO YELL
:
you wanna have a proper introduction?
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yes please
: okay , my name is kim taehyung , i'm 24,and i love sushi
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okay umm i'm jeon jungkook, i'm 21, and i go to university of korea as a acting major.
:
oh so you're smart smart :-o
:
🤷🏻♂️
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lol okay anyways i have to go to the gym :,-( don't miss me to much
:
as if, i just met you
:
i usually have a charm on people
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mmhh sure byebye
:
byee~
I don't know who the hell this guy is but, i knew that his 'charm' was working on me.
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