741 of you voted.
47% thought Jungkook should text "Smartass"
53% thought Jungkook should text "Dumbass"
Jungkook will now text "Dumbass"
Will this person help Jungkook return the phone to Yoongi?
Should Jungkook be honest and tell Namjoon the truth?
Should Jungkook continue to lie and stay calm as Hoseok instructed?
50% wanted Jungkook to tell the truth.
50% wanted Jungkook to continue lying.
Your inability to make a choice has negatively affected Jungkook.
805 of you voted.
89% trusted Namjoon.
11% did not trust Namjoon.
Jungkook will follow Namjoon's plan and hope it goes well.
Hoseok has planted a seed of doubt in Jungkook's mind. Jungkook now wonders if Namjoon really did set him up or not.
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Sometimes, he and Jimin liked to go pickpocket the large crowds that gathered around street performers.
Jimin had been right, going out would definitely distract Jungkook. He dressed quickly in all black and tugged a black face mask over his nose and mouth. He unplugged his phone and left to go meet Jimin.
"Took you long enough," Jimin smiles and slaps Jungkook on the back. "Let's go, man,"
"Wanna hit the same crowd or split up?" Jungkook nudges Jimin as they near a performer.
"Fuck, we tied," Jimin sighs.
"Are you saying you won? Hell nah," Jimin scoffs. "We tied. I got four things and you did too,"
"Not a crowd this time, let's do something harder," Jimin tugs his face mask under his chin.
"Let's go solo. Find one person on their own and steal from them," Jimin smirks. He knows he's better at this than Jungkook because he can easily distract people.
A drunk guy.
"Do you need some help?" he offers politely.
"You seem to be having some trouble walking. Here, you can lean on me," Jungkook wraps his arm around the guy's waist, feeling the guy lean into Jungkook.
Jungkook can feel outline of a phone in his pocket.
"It's okay, sir. I can take you down to that bench so you can sit down," Jungkook answers, fingers skimming the edge of the drunk guy's pocket.
"Don't call me sir,"
"Alright, Taehyung," Jungkook grimaces under the weight.
Taehyung looks down at his side and sees his phone in Jungkook's hand. His face suddenly turns dark. "What the fuck," his voice is low and rumbling.
"You fucking asshole," Taehyung spits.
He hears another notification and sees Yoongi's phone screen light up.
Jungkook is confused. Why is Smartass texting Yoongi so late at night?
He hopes Namjoon is still awake.
Namjoon falls asleep on top of his assignments.
Jimin dozes off while watching a TV show.
Hoseok has been asleep for a few hours.
Taehyung isn't home.
Seokjin is online.
Yoongi wants his phone.
"Uh, Namjoon?" he asks hesitantly.
The guy nods and smiles brightly, dimples appearing on his face, "Yeah, it's me,"
Jungkook shyly greets Namjoon and turns to look at the guy sitting next to Namjoon.
Jungkook clears his throat and takes a seat across from Namjoon. "Uh, I'm okay. Thanks though," he mutters.
Namjoon looks at Jungkook nervously, biting his bottom lip.
Namjoon nods slowly, "Yeah,"
"I hacked into your phone," Jungkook answers bluntly.
Jungkook takes a deep breath, "I didn't find your phone, Yoongi. I stole it. I took it right out of your pocket when you were distracted,"
"No, I stole your phone and I was never going to give it back, but I am now," Jungkook looks away as he notices Yoongi's stare become hard and dark.
"Namjoon, shut the fuck up," Yoongi says quietly.
Namjoon is frantic, "Jungkook, what-"
Yoongi's hand moves fast, his fist closing around the collar of Jungkook's shirt.
Yoongi holds on to Jungkook a little longer before releasing his grip.
"I'm on his side because Jungkook realized he made a mistake and he was honest to me,"
"I really am sorry, Yoongi," Jungkook adds quietly.
"It was a rhetorical question, dumbass," Yoongi rolls his eyes and sits up in his seat, "Okay, Jungkook, you're a little shit for having done this, but thanks for giving me back my phone. That was a smart move,"
"Yeah, yeah," Yoongi slides his chair back and gets up, "I'm leaving now. I've got other things to do with my life,"
"I should, uh, probably go with him," Namjoon explains and starts to get up from his seat.
Namjoon bites his lip again and shakes his head. "No, I fell asleep before Taehyung came home and when I woke up, he was gone again,"
"I'll text you later if I get in touch with him, okay? And Jungkook, don't be discouraged by the way Yoongi reacted. Like I said, he can't hold a grudge forever,"
He has several missed calls and even more messages from Hoseok. But what strikes fear in Jungkook's heart is a text mesage from Seokjin.
"he needs to talk to you"
About what? Does Seokjin know about Yoongi? Jungkook can't breathe.
This HAS to be a fucking hallucination. Jungkook has been isolated for so long he's making up shit in his head. Jungkook decides to text back the possibly made-up Yoongi anyway.
Yoongi forgave him. Yoongi invited him out. Jungkook is finally going to spend some time with Yoongi. But is it really worth it? What if someone recognizes him?
"Oh, hey," Jungkook is only slightly startled by Yoongi's sudden appearance. He remembers he has his face mask on and quickly takes it off, flashing Yoongi a small smile.
"Have you been waiting long?" Jungkook asks politely.
"Oh, okay," Jungkook nods his head and presses his lips together, unsure of what to say next. This is really awkward and besides, he's never really been the best at making conversation.
"Oh, uh," Jungkook clears his throat, "I got kind of sick after that day...
"Oh, are you feeling better now?" Yoongi's brow creases a bit.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine," Jungkook waves it off quickly.
"Okay, sure," Jungkook agrees.
"Can you tell me more about you being a pickpocket? Like how does that work? Why do you do it?" and maybe it's because Jungkook's had a bit to drink, but he doesn't think there's anything wrong with telling Yoongi about himself.
"If you never think twice, why'd you think twice about having stole my phone?" Yoongi squints at Jungkook and waits for his answer.
"Bullshit. Why'd you really give it back?" Yoongi's voice is low and aggressive.
Jungkook can feel the heat rising to his face, "Yoongi, I-"
"Fuck, Yoongi, I gave it back because I thought you were hot, okay? I saw your damn photos and I thought you were hot as hell and I just wanted to meet you. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Jungkook's ears are on fire.
"That's what I just said," Jungkook replies quietly.
"Oh," Yoongi is as expressionless as ever.
"I'm flattered? I don't know what to say, Jungkook," Yoongi sighs. The blush on Jungkook's face must be deep red at this point. Way to go, he thinks to himself. Way to fucking go.
"Can I take you somewhere else? I think we could really use something to eat right now," Yoongi looks up expectantly at Jungkook, a playful smile on his lips. Jungkook can't stop looking at Yoongi now. He really came back for him.
"Oh, wow, I didn't realize it was this late," he shows Yoongi his phone screen so he can see the time as well.
"Oh, that's true. I should go back home too," Jungkook scratches the back of his neck and looks at Yoongi.
"Yeah, you don't wanna go out with me again?"
"Then that settles it, Jungkook. You've got my number, just text me, okay?" Jungkook nods and can't believe what he's hearing.
"Min Yoongi! Hey man, didn't expect to see you out so late at night!"
"Oh, it's Taehyung,"
He recognizes Taehyung immediately. Taehyung, the guy that he assaulted, the guy that reported him to the police. Without a second thought, Jungkook pulls up his face mask to cover his face and stays a few steps behind Yoongi.
"Oh, I'm out with a friend," Yoongi looks for Jungkook next to him and frowns when he notices that Jungkook is far behind him.
"Oh, nice to meet you, Jungkook," Taehyung sticks his hand out for Jungkook to take. Jungkook stares at Taehyung's hand. His mind is going crazy.
"Hey, why do you seem kind of familiar?" Jungkook stops trying to tug his hand away.
"Um, no, he doesn't," Yoongi sounds confused. He's looking worriedly at Jungkook.
There is no response.
When he hears nothing from the other side of the door, Hoseok starts banging his fist against the door.
The knob turns.
"Oh, Jungkook," Hoseok steps forward, "Look at you. Are you okay?" Jungkook just stares at him with blank eyes. "Jungkook," Hoseok sighs and pulls in the younger boy for a hug.
From the only person Jungkook hasn't muted.
"Oh my god," Hoseok looks at Jungkook, wide-eyed.
"Hold on, this is weird. Why'd the charges get dropped all of a sudden?" Hoseok slumps back into the couch and shrugs.
"Let me see if Seokjin knows anymore. Don't get too excited yet,"
"Mm, how am I supposed to know?" Hoseok answers, although it's a little more garbled than this.
"Yoongi? I haven't talked to him since that night," Jungkook says softly.
"Looks like we got ditched," Hoseok shows Namjoon the text and Namjoon shrugs.
"I don't mind," he says smiling at Hoseok.
"You don't have to explain yourself, it's okay," Jungkook can feel the heat creeping up onto his face.
"Do you know what happened? Why did Taehyung drop the charges?"
"Are you serious?"
"Well, it was more like a team effort. Namjoon helped me convince Taehyung that it just wasn't worth it. That he was wasting his time trying to get you locked up,"
"Of course. Well, I may have slightly intimidated him as well, but it worked out in the end. Namjoon also hit him with that philosophical shit that Taehyung hates. So..." Yoongi trails off.
"You're hard to hate, Jungkook," is all Yoongi can muster.
Jungkook takes his time to respond, "Thank you, Yoongi. For helping me even though you didn't have to,"
Jungkook's cheeks are tinted pink.
Instead, he answers Jungkook, "What do you want to do?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"Sure," and Jungkook kisses him.
"Hey, so when are we gonna go out again? It's your turn to buy,"
Jungkook looks at Seokjin.
"I stole a phone,"
"But this time," Jungkook pauses and prepares himself for the story he's going to have to tell, "I gave it back,"
Seokjin slowly closes his eyes and opens them again, "I'm sorry, what?"
"Well, yeah, I guess," Jungkook tilts his head.
"So, then, why does this concern me?"
"Jungkook, you know I'm not in charge of you or anything? You're an adult, you can do whatever you want with your life. I don't control you...
Jungkook is speechless.
"I-I do think of you as a friend," Jungkook confesses and feels a smile grow on his face. He takes a sip of his now lukewarm coffee.
"Well, okay, but I totally exaggerated. I mean, all you have me was a bruise on my stomach...
"Taehyung, it's okay. Don't worry about it,"