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"are you seriously still trying to figure out who that mystery guy is?" taehyung asked hoseok, exasperated. he's rolling all over his bed while hoseok is sitting on one of his bean bags, texting.
"aren't you just a little bit curious? he goes to our school."
"big deal. for all we know, lots of people at school also use the app. you know, kids are horny and all."
"but no one ever talked to me straight up about how they know me." hoseok also wanted to add that no one really saw through him before this guy came around, which he appreciates a lot, but taehyung wouldn't understand that.
"okay, dude. just stop texting him for now. you came to my house to play video games, man! just put your phone down or go home."
"alright. alright. no need to get all hellish."
taehyung throws a pillow that lands right onto hoseok's face.
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