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It’s Monday.
Like every Monday, Jin wakes up to the thunderous notes of The Final Countdown blasting on his stereo and making the walls of his bachelor apartment shake with trepidation and maybe a little bit of safety hazard.
He stretches lazily in his king size bed, tugging at the sleeping mask perched on his delicate nose, the sleeve of his silk pajamas brushing at his face and tickling him just a little ( he always had a sensitive skin ).
He spends several minutes in bed absorbed in his daily waking up ritual - squinting his eyes when he takes the mask off so they get accustomed to the dim light filtering through his heavy curtains, scratching at his left nipple, picking up his nose absentmindedly - and finally gets up, flinging away his Egyptian cotton sheets in a grandiose gesture, his Moroccan slippers awaiting the gentle caress of his feet next to his bed.
Tiffany is sleeping in her custom-made basket and she looks at him with sleepy eyes as he makes his way out of his room. The tigress lazily lifts her head and Jin scratches her on the chin, the big heart-shaped jewel on her necklace glimmering in the semi-obscurity, lodged into the soft fur of her chest.
He looks at the giant poster of his last Vegas show and smiles at his wonderful 35 inches by 35 inches face, at his marvelous blonde bleached hair and his hand facing the audience in a mysterious yet inviting way, before high fiving himself and leaving his bedroom. He never leaves his bedroom without doing so, it’s bad for his mojo - you can call him superstitious, he’s a magician. All magicians are.
He starts to cook himself a balanced breakfast - egg white omelet, turkey bacon and a buttered english muffin - while the Final Countdown loops for the fifth time. Jin usually listens to it seven times ( one for each of his magic chakras, and also it’s a lucky number ) before he gets tired and has to run back to his bedroom to smash feverishly on his stereo, startling up Tiffany in the process and earning himself some tiger scratches.
He’s in the process of juicing some wheatgrass in a tall glass of self-inflicted misery when he hears the familiar ‘plop!’ of paper getting dropped into his mail slot, and he smiles contently. He goes to fetch his mail and takes a good sniff at his freshly printed weekly issue of the Morbes - the best finance magazine for magicians. Mondays are great.
His breakfast is ready and he starts munching on his bacon while browsing the Morbes, grease rolling out in his goatee and dropping little fat stains on his silken collar - he’s due to bring some costumes to the dry cleaner anyway. He frowns at the news of some breakthrough concerning on stage digital illusions, because he despise modern technology, and laughs at some mild political cartoon made by white frustrated men.
He’s currently taking a good sip of his wheatgrass juice - wincing a little because the taste is awful, but he’s doing a cleanse right now - looking at the Magician Stock Exchange when something bad happens ; something terrible , something foul , evil that has him spitting his juice all over his immaculate marble counter.
He’s number two. He was number one before. He was number one for ten years now, reigning supreme with his empire of tigers and pyrotechnics, because he’s just the best . And now, his number one spot was taken by none other than …
His magic eight ball buzzes right next to him ; he had it converted into a beeper in 1995 and it is still, to this day, the only way to reach him. It’s Taehyung.
Dude look at youtube asap
Jin inhales sharply, eyebrows furrowed with a mixture of anger and concern, because nothing good ever comes out of the Youtube. He takes his ipad ( a truly evil tool, but sacrifices had to be made so he can keep up with the magical circuit and watch skincare tutorials to get rid of his excess of sebum ) and clicks on the app, nostrils flaring as he recognizes a much familiar face on one of the top trending videos.
He almost gags as he starts the video and dark eyes with way too much makeup stare at him in an almost intimate, if not vomit inducing way, a smug smile plastered on his repulsive visage.
What’s up Jeonsters, it’s ya boyyyy ~ and I’m here today because something GREAT happened !
Jin rolls his eyes and goes blind as the despicable man makes some distasteful devil signs with his hands, exposing perfectly manicured black nails. He wipes away at his mouth, the wheatgrass juice starting to dry on his chin, crusting his goatee in a dark green veil.
I’m glad to announce that none other than me, the most popular youtube vegan magician and part time love guru Jeon Jeongguk, has reached the number one top spot into the Magician Stock Exchange ! GIMME A HIGH TEN, MY DUDES !!
Jin convulses under the dry heaving and he has to grab strongly at the counter so he doesn’t fall back from his seat. Meanwhile, Jeon Jeongguk is busy high fiving the air with both of his hands in a pathetic display of youthful, hip behavior. Horrendous.
Now, what does all of that mean, i hear you ask?
There’s a very displeasing glimmer in the wetness of his pupils, and he nonchalantly passes a hand in his long, straight black hair that falls on his brow in a vain attempt at giving him a cool and mysterious appearance.
The people have spoken : times are changing. Evolving. The time for big magic shows with mistreated doves, crappy illusions and pompous asses with bad facial hair is long gone. This is an underdog story, about how craftiness and novelty win over the archaic hierarchy of magic despotism and animal cruelty. THIS is the future. And you’re living it.
He winks at the audience in a really conceited way, and Jin hates him. He hates him so much, with his stupid hair and his stupid makeup and his stupid protuberant nose, his fake scar on his cheek to make him look like a rebellious soul, his stupid black vneck and his cheap-looking leather jacket made from pineapple or whatever it is vegans like to preach about, and his three times pieces ears - he could go on for a while.
So let me say it, so that I’m clear.
He looks serious for once, and although Jin would never admit it even under the guile of torture, or worse, a botched bleach job, he’s a little intrigued, and he squints his eyes.
I’m coming for all of you.
He has hunger in his eyes.
Especially you, Kim Seokjin.
He points at the screen, more smug than ever. Jin is livid with rage. The video ends with a montage of his Vegas poster burning under bad fire cliparts, the sound of cheap screaming MIDI files lingering in the air as the screen turns black.
Jin is immobile for a few seconds, shaking. He touches the screen with a reluctant finger, looks at the comment section with dread in his eyes.
Sick video, dude !! :p // Marry me Jeon Jeongguk <3<3<3<3
// WHens ur next show braaaaahhh
/devil sign
// This Seokjin dude looks like a loser LOL
It goes on and on.
He gets up and screams “ JEON JEONGUUUUUUKKKKK “ at the top of his lungs, his blond hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead, face red and sweaty, goatee full of egg crumbs and dried juice.
In his room, Tiffany roars, and the noise of ripping Egyptian cotton sheets is heard.
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“ I think you all know why we’re all gathered here today, of all days, “ Jin announces not without an ounce of melodramaticism while he turns in his leather chair, fingers tightly crossed, eyes dark.
He showered and changed into a tailored three-pieces suit with a golden lotus pattern and a really poofy shirt, his face moisturized and goatee now free from disgusting wheatgrass juice, hair still damp and shining with little water droplets.
In front on him stand five other individuals ; Kim Namjoon is frowning at him in a disapproving look, arms crossed on his bare chest peeking under a simple, black jacket, hair slicked back in an elegant yet casual hairdo. Kim Taehyung is laying on the wall wearing a shiny purple suit made from cheap synthetic fabric that gives him a bad itch just by looking at it, his dirty grey mouse hair retained by a paisley bandana, snacking on some ranch flavored doritos. He smells a little like beer. Min Yoongi looks as unphased as ever in his velvet coat, black hair hanging heavy on his brow against his very pale skin, a bunch of necklaces composed of leather strings and weird silver crosses shining against a simple black shirt. Besides him, his petite assistant Park Jimin looks positively disgruntled in his sparkling bodysuit and star-embroidered thighs. Jung Hoseok is doing push ups in a cheap stripper suit.
“ Last time it had something to do with how Jeon Jeongguk made an entire video accusing you of animal cruelty and drinking the blood of innocent children to preserve your immortality, “ Yoongi says with a flat voice. “ The photoshop was rudimentary at best, but it was still entertaining. “
Jin winces ; he doesn’t need to remember how pictures of him wearing his baby seal fur coat like a king got defiled by virtual buckets of blood.
“ Forget that, this is serious business. “ Jin extricate the Morbes magazine from his sleeve in a swift, expert gesture and shoves in in their faces. “ That little shit got the number one spot. “
Namjoon whistle, impressed, and puts his hands in his pockets ; his bare chest glows under the neon light, gorgeous and flawless, but Jin is too distressed at the moment to admire good skin care.
“ So basically, you summoned us because of your bruised ego. “
Jin shoots a deadly glare at the tall, annoyingly attractive man and makes the magazine disappear in a gush of burning flames, tired to have to look at the shameful display of his failures.
“ I summoned you all because The League of Extraordinary Magicmen is under dire threat, “ he wheezes through his teeth, angry. “ And this threat is wearing shitty make up and has somehow enthralled millions of naive, impressionable young people into a, “ he sneers, “ street-magic cult. “
“ And what do you want us to do exactly? “ asks Yoongi, looking bored already.
“ We need to unite, form an alliance, a battlefront, “ Jin plucks at an array of colorful silk scarves from his left sleeve to illustrate his point. “ We need to end Jeon Jeongguk once and for all . “
Namjoon groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“ Godammit Jin, you need to let this go. “ He looks at him with pity in his eyes, and Jin has to refrain himself from sending a dove to claw at his globes. “ He would have left you alone if you stopped poking at him from your ghost account with the weird anonymous mask. “
“ I never did that, “ Jin lies, impassible.
“ Then what did we film last week on Friday night? “ Taehyung asks curiously while wiping his doritos stained fingers on his shirt, leaving worrying yellow marks on the fabric.
“
Nothing
. shut up. “ His face reddens just a little. “ That’s besides the point, he said it in his video, he’s coming for all of us. “
“ I refuse. “ Namjoon is categorical.
“ Yeah, I don’t really care about this dude. “ Yoongi yawns in his hand and scratches at his neck, his disinterest in the situation quite flagrant.
“ Come on, guys! Hoseok? “ The man doesn’t reply ; somehow, he’s shirtless. Jin shoots a pleading look in Taehyung’s direction. “ Tae? “
“ I don’t know, Jin, “ uneasiness is plastered all over his face. “ I already have a record, if I get into trouble again I could lose my magical license, and I’d have to find a real job. “ He shivers just thinking about it.
“ You’re all impossible ! “ Jin throws his hands in the air and a thousand queen of hearts fly away from his sleeves, raining all over his study in a snowfall of mocking women.
“ Jin, don’t make me hypnotize you out of this, because I’ll do it, “ Namjoon threatens, taking a step forward towards Jin’s desk.
“ Please, “ he deadpans. “ Everybody knows your mesmerism is total bullshit and you pay people to act like buffoons on stage. “
Namjoon touches Jin’s forehead with his fingers and hums quietly, eyes closed while he concentrates on penetrating the bleached man’s psyche.
“ Stop, “ asks Jin, annoyed. “ Stop.
Stop it
. Cut the crap! “ he snaps, slapping at Namjoon’s fingers with the back of his hands.
Namjoon retreats, grumbling, his pride hurt. Jin sighs deeply, rubbing at his temple with tired movements ; this is all getting out of hand, and he feels a headache point his nasty nose on the horizon.
“ Listen, buddy, “ Yoongi says with a resigned tone. “ Today it’s all youtube shit, just get on with it. People don’t attend magic shows anymore, they want to stay at home and indulge into easy, fast content. “ He shrugs, hands in the air, a small grin on his face. “ I’ve made 3 times my monthly revenue torturing Jimin on camera than I did on scene. That’s what you need to do, man : find your very specific niche of disturbed internet weirdos and cater to it. “
Jimin suddenly bursts forward, slapping his hands loudly on the desk and effectively startling Jin, who yelps with fear and slips from his chair.
“ Speaking of that! “ his voice is high-pitched and a little squeaky, but his eyes glimmer with determination and something akin with fear. “ I am here to deposit a formal complaint against Min Yoongi! I am fed up with his constant mistreatment and abusive behavior and demand to be cared for with decency, like all human beings deserve! “
Jin looks at him, perplex, as he gets up from the floor and sits again in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight.
“ Erm … what the fuck do you expect us to do, exactly ? “ he asks in his most polite tone.
“ What do you mean, “ his eyes are a little lost now and the uncertainty picks up in his tone. “ Isn’t this like, the magic union or something? “
“ It’s more like a secret society, really, “ Namjoon answers with an apologetic smile. “ The kind that panders to everyone’s ego while drinking cheap whisky and pretending to like jazz fusion. “
Jimin looks desperate now, and a small, drowned noise that sounds like a snuffed out cry echoes from his throat. “ At least you can force him to stop making me wear really tight sequin bodysuits ? “
They all shrug together, a little sorry, but not really. Yoongi grabs at Jimin’s collar and drags him towards the exit, the lithe body struggling against his firm grapple like a dying animal.
“ He doesn’t even pay me! This can’t be legal ! “ The door closes on the wailing of Park Jimin, and it’s suddenly a lot more silent in the cozy study.
Jin looks at them again, starting to feel the desperation himself, and there’s a silent plea in the corners of his pout.
“ I beg you all, one last time. “
Namjoon’s eyes are a little sad. “ Just listen to Yoongi and start a magic trick tutorial channel or something. “
He peaces out with a small wave of the hand and exits the place in the same detached, calculated coolness he came in. Hoseok is pole dancing to
Careless Whisper
in the background, naked. Taehyung has finished eating his doritos and throws the crumpled bag on the floor, belching softly in his fist.
Jin lets his head fall loudly on his desk and starts wailing his misery away, defeated. He’s picturing the mocking smirk of Jeon Jeongguk in his mind, a hundred little annoying heads with emo hair and pierced ears floating around him, taunting him until the ends of time.
“ NO ! “ Jin screams, coins falling from his ears in a symphony of little swooshes, bouncing away on the thick carpet. “ I refuse ! “ he yells, suddenly rejuvenated.
He grabs Taehyung by the collar of his polyester suit and drags him out of the office ( normally, he would have to scrub his hands with his hypoallergenic goat milk soap to wash away the cheap fabric touch from his skin, but he’s too fired up for that ), ignoring the soft protest of his young protege.
“ Where are we going ? “ Taehyung asks, uncertain.
“ To war. “ Jin’s resolve is unwavering.
He won’t rest until he has Jeon Jeongguk’s head on a spike ( well, metaphorically speaking. He’s a pacifist at heart. )
“ B-but it’s the Game of Thrones finale tonight, “ Taehyung whines.
“ Videotape it. “
They leave his apartment and ride into the sunset on Taehyung’s vespa, on their way to wreak havoc at Jeongguk’s show.
Hoseok finishes his dance with a tasteful pointé as the final note of
Careless Whisper
reverberates in the empty office. There are several twenty dollar bills inserted in his string.
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“ Here he is, the little weasel. Look at his smug, annoying face. Look at him. “
Jin is hiding into the bushes at their local park, seething at the vision of Jeon Jeongguk entertaining a crowd of maybe three hundred people with smooth words and even smoother moves. He can’t actually see his face because they’re too far away, but he’s seen it too many times already via their youtube war and it’s engraved permanently on his retinas (
he’s considering an eye replacement surgery
).
“ So what are we doing here exactly? “
Namjoon is laying nonchalantly against a tree trunk, looking at his nails in a studied disinterested way. He looks gorgeous, basking into the dying sun rays with his flawless face painted golden, but Jin can’t let himself get distracted. He has a mission.
“ I thought you didn’t want to partake in my righteous crusade. “
“ I locked myself out of my flat, “ he replies, a little annoyed. “ And the key guy is only available in two hours. “
“ Oh, so your little mind tricks didn’t work over the phone? “ Jin asks, sarcasm dripping from his tone like thick, viscous sap.
“ You know it doesn’t work like that, “ Namjoon answers back, a little flushed, looking away.
“ It doesn’t work at all. “ Jin turns to Yoongi. “ What’s your excuse ? ”
Yoongi is sitting on a bench, lazing around in the sunset, arms stretched behind his head with his sunglasses on. He looks almost asleep. Next to him, Jimin is encased in one of those boxes magicians use to saw their assistants, and he seems on the verge of crying.
“ My presence here is purely coincidental, “ he doesn’t even move. “ Some viewers want us to do an outdoor edition of the sawing trick. I’m just waiting for the sun to settle to light up some candles so it looks vaguely ritualistic. “ Jimin starts silently weeping.
Hoseok is also here, wearing nothing but a bow-tie, see through pants and a black leather string. According to him, it’s his war attire. Jin decides to leave him out of his plan before the police intervenes and ruins his chance at vengeance.
“ So what’s the plan? “ Taehyung is casually scratching at his armpit, looking a little lost in his over sized suit, yawning.
“ Maximum mayhem, “ Jin replies, excitement piercing his tone.
He shoves one of these fake-nose-fake-mustache-glasses in Taehyung’s hands, and puts on a pair himself. Taehyung blinks, confused.
“ So you’re saying you don’t have a plan, “ Namjoon scoffs, cute dimples showing up with his mocking smile ( curse you Kim Namjoon for being as insufferable as you are attractive ).
Jin turns around and glares at the tall man, but the impact is a little lost under the ridiculous disguise.
“ I’m better at improvising. “ He grabs Taehyung by the wrist. “ Let’s go, Tae. “
They make their way through the crowd, Jin using his broad shoulders to shove at people so they settle into a decent spot - they also get a fair share of both angry and confused looks, but Jin doesn’t care. He’s here on a quest, and he’ll be damned if he lets anybody get in his way ( also, he’s undercover ; no one knows that he is in fact the Great Kim Seokjin in the flesh ).
Jeongguk is busy entertaining the crowd with baseless cheap sleight of hands tricks, like all street magicians ever do. Jin crosses his arms as he sees the young man perform his craft, making coins disappear and reappear in extravagant hand movements, finding cards in cute women’s pockets and juggling with knives he then swallows. If he wasn’t already burning with seething hatred towards this annoying man with smokey eyes, he would almost let himself be amused with the convivial setting and the “ah!” and the “oh!” of the very charmed crowd.
The sun is getting lower and lower in the sky, and it creates a world of purples and blues, of dancing shadows passing over people’s face, a ethereal veil enthralling them in a sacred ceremony, and Jin think that perhaps his nemesis is a genius for conducting his show during the magic hour.
“ So what do you think, eh? “ Jeongguk asks after he finishes picking up fifty-two pieces of the king of aces from people’s pockets, the crowd cheering as he raises his arms in the air, fists full of paper. “ Way better than these no good, old-fashioned and snobby scene magicians, isn’t it? “
The cheers are deafening around him, and Jin comes back crashing from his little daydream at two hundred miles per hour. Oh, he did not . He certainly didn’t. He feels his cheeks flare up with anger as he loses the small remnants of restrain he once possessed, and raises his hands to cup his mouth in a makeshift megaphone.
“ BOOOOOO, “ he shouts at the top of his lungs, tugging at Taehyung’s sleeve to get his attention. “ Come one Tae, it’s now! “ He ignores the perplexed look on his sidekick’s face and continue his shouting. “ BOOOOOOOOOOO !! “
“ Boooooo … ? “ echoes Taehyung in a soft voice, feeling self-conscious as people are turning around to stare at them.
The crowd is silent now, and perfectly splitted in two so Jin and Taehyung are directly facing Jeongguk. He looks at them, slightly taken aback at first, but he seems to catch up on the situation and his face is suddenly invaded by a big, sly grin.
“ Well, well, “ his hands are posed on his slim waist in a comfortable stance. “ Look at what the cat dragged in ! “
Jeongguk points at them with the same dramatic flare than a cheesy sci-fi villain high on power ( or, in his case, probably cocaine ). Jin would laugh if he wasn’t so disgusted.
“ What the fuck are you talking about, there is no cat around here. “ He’s sincerely confused.
“ It’s an expression, “ Taehyung replies, but Jin shoves his hand on his mouth so he can shut up and let him do the talking.
“ Kim Seokjin ! “ Jeongguk laughs out loud, a powerful bark only someone with enough confidence to wear shitty eyeliner and really tight pants can pull off. “ I would recognize your terrible dye job and pathetic goatee a thousand miles away, even if you are wearing this pathetic disguise. “
He looks at him straight in the eyes, eyebrows frowning a little.
“ Seriously though, it’s a little juvenile. What are you, four years old ? “
“ Shut the fuck up, “ Jin hisses through his teeth, throwing his glasses on the ground and crushing them under his shoe. “ I’m here to stop you once and for all ! “
Jeongguk smirks at him, crossing his arms together, the pineapple leather of his jacket softly squeaking under the pressure.
“ And what are you gonna do, bore me to death with your magic ? “ he emphasizes the word magic, like it’s a joke and Jin’s the punchline.
Jin stomps his foot on the ground, livid.
“ I’ll let you know that I’m performing on stage and not in the streets like a dirty hobo ! “
“ Please, honey , I know actual hobos who are better at magic than you are. “ Jeongguk is full of sass. “ But if you really wanna kick my ass, you can do it. “
He makes a swift, taunting movement with his hands, like Bruce Lee does in all of his kung fu movies.
“ Or at least, try. “
That’s the exact moment Jin snaps. He shakes and slowly lifts his hands to touch his chest, his fingers trembling. He suddenly rips at his shirt, throwing the poofy parts away on the ground like a declaration of war, his head lift up in the air with furious tears in his eyes.
“ AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH !!!! “
He tugs roughly at his suit and lets a hundred doves lose from his tailcoat, the flock of birds flying directly at the source of his anguish, their wings fluttering quickly in deafening noises.
Jeongguk quickly dodges on the side as the claw of one dove grazes him on the cheek and finally gives him a real ass scar.
“ What the fuck dude ?! “ He looks at Jin, who’s huffing and puffing like he’s a wolf about to blow houses away, completely bewildered.
“ I. HATE. YOU. SO . MUCH !! “
Jin lunges at Jeongguk while throwing some fireworks at him, the man running away from him while he catches them all and snuff them out with deft hands.
“ Get away from me ! “ He shrieks with a high pitched voice, pupils dilated with fear as he tries to escape the clutches of the bleached, furious man.
“ STREET MAGIC IS NOT REAL MAGIC ! “ Jin pulls at the tied silk scarves from his sleeves and uses it as a lasso to catch Jeongguk by the ankle.
Jeongguk’s fear is now replaced by anger and he uses some throwing knives to tear away at the fabric tying him up, successfully pinning Jin to the ground in the process.
“ Well at least I’m entertaining ! “
He pulls at the sword he swallowed earlier and extract it from his throat, murderous intent shining in his eyes as he slowly approaches Jin.
“ You’re not entertaining, you suck and you put too much makeup on, like a cheap slut browsing the dollar store ! “ Jin is panicking as he fiddles with his pants, trying to rip it from the ground before Jeongguk beheads him.
“ Oh that’s brilliant coming from some asshole with hideous bleached hair and a dull personality ! “
He swings his sword at Jin, but the man catches it up with his magician hat and flips it upside down, so a rabbit comes out instead.
“ Your pants are so tight you’re likely sterile, but that’s OK because you’re probably in a relationship with your dog ! “
He summons his wand from thin air and shoves it up Jeongguk’s big, ugly nose, earning himself a poignant “ GAH ! “ as a reaction.
“ LEAVE MISS MURDER OUT OF THIS ! “ He screams with a nasal voice while recklessly flailing his arms around.
Jeongguk is passed the use of magic tricks ; he sucker punches Jin in the stomach and takes advantage of the man’s position to tug at his coat and bring it all the way up to his head. He distances himself a little and wipe away at his nose, wincing when he touches his molested nostril.
Jin is blinded by the excess of fabric on his face and hunches as he tries to grab at Jeongguk’s stupid vegan jacket, but to no avail. He cries with frustration.
“ Are you finally admitting defeat ? “
He can hear the smugness in Jeongguk’s voice, and it is too much . Jin wails like a wounded beast and bull rushes Jeongguk into the fountain in an echo of gibberish lament, and they both fall into the water, almost drowning as they tug real hard at each other’s collars.
The crowd watches them wrestle in the fountain in complete and utter shocked silence, as they’ve been doing for the past five minutes. Taehyung has it all filmed on his iphone so he can upload it later on his fail videos channel.
They both eventually wear themselves out, and they let each other go, panting against the edge of the fountain in pathetic wheezes. Jeongguk is throwing daggers at him with his eyes, and Jin wished he had enough energy to punch him one last time in the face, but he wipes away at his bleeding nose and slips a little more into the fountain, completely drained. At least he gave him a nice black eye.
“ For fuck’s sake, just make out already. “ Yoongi’s voice finally breaks the silence.
They look hard at each other and immediately start kissing, their mouths clashing together with the fury of titans.
Everybody claps and cheers loudly, still extremely confused but riding the vibe of this very unexpected turn of events.
I’m gonna get so much views , Taehyung thinks as the sky turns a dark shade of blue and the fountain brightens up in a myriad of soft twinkling lights, doves peacefully flying around and cards sprouting from Jeongguk’s sleeves as he grabs Jin by the ass, a truly magical sight.
He’s definitely getting a hamburger on his way home to celebrate that.