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    "This," Seokjin sighed, pressing the bridge of his nose. "Is going to be a fucking nightmare of a PR situation."

    "Thanks, hyung." Jungkook moaned, face smushed into a pillow. "That's so helpful. I think you should leave the band and become a diplomat, you've the tact for it."


    It would be a lie to say that they had not seen it coming.

    From the moment Jungkook had noticed the flash of cameras, his lips still tingling from the soft kiss they had just shared, he had known that things would change. Hell, he had all but schreeched as he shoved Jimin inside the door, proceeding to have a crash out of epic proportions, his boyfried too shell-shocked to even understand what they had been caught doing.

    Still, as he sat in the sterile meeting room, too many eyes on him and Jimin to count, Jungkook briefly wondered if it was truly too late to fake their deaths and flee the country. Judging from Namjoon's grimace, he supposed the answer was a resounding yes.

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