Hobi teased, his voice light but full of mischief as he leaned casually against the car, eyeing Jin with a smirk. Jin shot him a glare that could melt steel. His patience was already worn thin.
Kim Seokjin
Shut the f*ck up
Jin muttered, rolling his eyes before stepping out of the car and making his way toward the house. The sight of Namjoon standing at the front door, looking just as confused as Jin felt
He walked briskly toward Namjoon, his eyes darting down to the man lying unconscious on the ground.
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