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“You’re not from here, are you?”
Jungkook blinked. “What?”
“This neighborhood. The way you talk. The way you dress. Even your posture. It’s all too… clean.”
Jungkook said nothing for a moment, chewing slowly.
Taehyung watched him carefully. “You’ve got the hands of someone who never had to clean grout.”
“Grout?”
“Exactly.”