Still at the bar. Jungkook is trying to figure out how to un-regret his terrible life decisions.
Taehyung is already planning how to make this the most entertaining week of his life.
jungkook
(fidgeting)
So… do we shake hands or something?
taehyung
(leaning over the bar)
Sweetie, if we’re fake dating, you better learn how to hold more than just my hand.
jungkook
(chokes on his drink)
EXCUSE ME—?!
taehyung
(grinning)
You’re fun to tease. This is gonna be great.
jungkook
I regret everything.
taehyung
Too late. We’re boyfriends now, sugarplum.
jungkook
Please never call me that again.
taehyung
No promises, honeybun.
Just then, a loud bang—paparazzi burst through the front door, camera flashes going wild.
reporter
(yelling):
JEON JUNGKOOK! Is it true you ran out on your engagement?!
reporter
(shoving forward)
Who’s the man with you?! Are you cheating?! Is this your real lover?!
jungkook
(frozen)
Oh no. No no no—
taehyung
(cracks neck, grabs a baseball bat from under the bar):
Alright, party’s over.
reporter
Who are you?!
taehyung
His boyfriend. Now get the hell out before I break your cameras and your dental plans.
jungkook
(whispers):
You’re terrifying. I love it.
taehyung
Say that louder. It makes me feel warm and homicidal.
Paparazzi get shoved out. Door slams shut. Taehyung locks it and turns around, all smug.
taehyung
Well. That escalated fast.
jungkook
You just threatened the press with a bat.
taehyung
It’s my love language.
jungkook
(deadpan)
Mine is therapy.
A beat. Jungkook sits down again, rubbing his temples. Taehyung slides him a second drink.
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