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Park Jimin/younger twin
“Hyung! You forgot your lunch again!”
Jeon Jungkook/older twin
Jungkook turned with his familiar bunny smile, cheeks pink from jogging to class. “I was in a rush—Jiminie, you didn’t have to—”
Park Jimin/younger twin
“I wanted to,”
Park Jimin said softly, slipping the lunchbox into Jungkook’s bag like it was made of glass.
Park Jimin/younger twin
“You always take care of everyone else. Let me take care of you, hm?”
it's already their start of 4th, the last year of college
Behind him, Park Jaemin only offered a scoff, sipping iced coffee like a bored cat.
Park Jaemin/older twin
“He’s too nice. One day, someone’s gonna eat him alive.”
Jeon Jungguk/younger twin
“I won’t let them,” Jungguk muttered, his gaze sharp as blades as he approached silently. “I’ll cut their tongue out if they even look at hyung wrong.”
Jeon Jungkook/older twin
“Guk—” Jungkook frowned gently. “Not again, we talked about this.”
Jeon Jungguk/younger twin
But Jungguk only tilted his head, looking the picture of innocent mischief. “Did we? I don’t recall.”
He always said it like that. Like he wasn’t playing dumb. Like he truly couldn’t comprehend why hurting others for Jungkook was “wrong.”
Because in his mind, it wasn’t.
The Jeon twins—orphans from Busan, transferred on scholarship.
The Park twins—sons of a hospital chain chairman and a luxury fashion CEO, living in a penthouse.
Two worlds.
One campus.
At first, it was just Jungkook and Jimin who hit it off.
Both sweet. Soft-spoken. Jungkook with his hardworking charm. Jimin with his fluttering lashes and soft, sugary voice.
But then Jungguk came along.
And Jaemin noticed something… interesting.
Park Jaemin/older twin
“You’re very pretty when you’re angry, Guk.”
Jeon Jungguk/younger twin
The younger Jeon twin glared at him. “Don’t flirt with me.”
Park Jaemin/older twin
“Not flirting,” Jaemin smiled lazily, licking whipped cream from his spoon. “Just observing. You’re intense. You like control. I like that.”
Jungguk narrowed his eyes.
But he didn’t say no.
Jungkook loved all three.
Of course he did.
He brushed their hair when they were tired. Massaged their temples when they were stressed. Cooked for them during exam week and texted them to drink water.
To him, they were family.
To them… he was everything.
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