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“Whatever you have to do, hurry up and do it, dear friend,” he finished speaking. The person who was called his best friend turned to look at the source of the voice with a dazed expression.

What do you want me to do?...

But that's all he could think about because even if he asked back, the horse-faced person probably wouldn't answer, really...

“What the fuck are you smiling so hard that your teeth are scraping my expensive marble floor?” Namjoon looked at Hoseok who was lying prone on the marble floor, annoyed from the fact that he was initially suspicious of his words. Why must his friend be upset? One thing was that his horse-faced friend just smiled and refused to answer. And the second thing is that this shill friend and three other short-sighted kids are creating a mini-racing arena (game) in his living room, which is normal for these games.

It belongs to him alone!

“You guys, can you please go back and play in Soul?”

“Is that right, hyung!” The smallest person in the group looked away from the game and said in an excited tone.

“Wow, Jimin, you're so stupid. I'm about to show you a new drift move. You-ah!” The black kid slammed a small thing onto the floor (marble) until the shill-faced person had to rush in to comfort both the black kid and the floor (marble) of his friend who lived in his house and also damaged the floor of his house, hoping he would be kicked out to sleep on the side of the road. Definitely talk to the dusty people around there.

“If Jimin wants to play it for another day, you can go play at my house. My house is in Busan, you don't have to go all the way back to Seoul.” But it's not a racing game. It's probably more of a blanket ghost than a sentence Jungkook said in because he knew that if he spoke out loud, the little person would definitely not go to his house.

“Really, what day should Jungkook go?”

"Tomorrow, is that good? Right now we're in Busan and I'll be able to go see Mom as well." Jungkook smiled brightly. Sure enough, the little person was clinging to him.

“Are you sure you haven't gone to see your mother since coming to Busan?” Hoseok narrowed his eyes at his younger friend suspiciously.

“Oh, what is it, hyung? Since coming to Busan, I've been staying at Namjoon hyung's house with hyung and Taehyung. Yesterday we were still chasing each other, Namjoon hyung. Jungkook winked at the tall man standing with a sullen expression.

But it's like tall people don't understand.

"What are you doing? I just got back from a job site. I'm so tired. I came back and found three hellish kids plus a horse using my living room like it was their own room."

“Nice Namjoon, these guys just had their semester break and let them go.” Hoseok smiled dryly.

Yes, this is Namjoon's house.

Yes, Namjoon just came home.

He had told Namjoon months before that when these kids had school break, they would come use Namjoon's house to rest here because Jimin and Jungkook's houses were also here so it would be convenient.

“But I worked all week and just got home,” Namjoon muttered.

"Working in Seoul is good. If you don't like moving here, I can't help you. Keep fighting, darling."

“Honey, I got goosebumps.” Namjoon raised his arm and showed his best friend that he was really getting goosebumps.

“Wait a minute, hyung said you just came home. So that means you lied to me, right..Kookie?”

“Oh, he's tricking you, Jimin. You brainless pig,” the black kid said simply.

“How can Taehyung say that? How can Jungkook eat us? Jungkook is a human being, Taehyung is the one who has no brains.”

“Do you accept it, Taehyung?” The black boy didn't answer and instead turned to talk to Jungkook. Talking with Jungkook should be a lot easier.

“You too, Jungkook saw Yoongi hyung wasn't coming with him and stared at him right away.”

“Who is good and who gets it?” Jungkook replied.

"You can speak loudly like this in front of him. I'll wait and listen."

“If you're tired, go to sleep, Namjoon,” Hoseok interjects, smiling like Namjoon told him to be careful not to scrape the floor with his teeth.

"Well, when you're done playing, please put it away."

....Grrr…..

The tall man opened the door and walked into his bedroom to take care of the clothes that had been soaked with sweat all day. What else was in that bag? There was no washing machine on the job site, so what was the matter with him washing his hands? You can mix it together and wash it in the washing machine at home later.

“Uh…” A voice sounded just a few meters away from him.

No, after being tired all week, are you still going to let him meet a ghost? Does God not have pity on him?!!

"Oh, it's cold...." I'm cold, what should I do?

Namjoon was on one hand afraid, but on the other he was surprised, so he mustered up the courage to look towards the source of the voice, which he thought must be coming from his bed.

Nan!!

Really, definitely a hallucination. Not an ordinary ghost either, the ghost of an ex-boyfriend is twice as scary.

"Don't be fooled. Don't be fooled by me."

"......" Wait a minute. Seokjin isn't dead yet. The last time I asked my shill-faced friend, it said that Seokjin is fine, but lately he's been annoyed because he's gained three kilos.

So what's in his bed right now is the real Seokjin!

The tall figure looked at the smaller man who was claiming to be the owner of his bed.

"Uh..." The little man continued to moan from time to time.

“Oh, just now you said it was cold.” He looked at the little man, gently moving the blanket up to cover the other person, because he was afraid that if the little man woke up he would definitely yell if he saw Hoseok not answering him and just smiling. It's definitely because of this.

You know my heart, friend.

It had been half a year since he had been able to see Seokjin but had Hoseok update him every now and then.

It's been half a year since he moved to Busan, but if they meet face to face, Seokjin will definitely move away from Seoul and go somewhere else, and he's the one who won't be able to find Seokjin for the rest of his life, so he moves. It's probably best to come out on your own.

But after all, his friends have paved the way for this, so let's use this opportunity to be worthwhile!

The tall figure moved closer to the small man, his cheeks like that. Those thin lips Where is that milky skin again?

The perfect element that he 'used to own' but now doesn't...

But opportunities like this don't come around often. It wouldn't hurt to use the rights I 'used to' own for a bit.

The tall man raised the corners of his mouth in a triumphant smile before he leaned down and...

That...

J

Are you stuck? We're stuck, but I'd rather the readers continue their imagination.

This pair of chips is also quite difficult to find and read.

Moreover, during this time I have free time too. (I'm busy, just kidding)

First story, how should I write it? I'm not good at talking. Will there be anyone who will read it?

I'm going.

Happy New Year everyone :)