third person pov

taehyung's stomach churned with anxiety and anticipation.

"fuck, when did my cheeks get so fat?" he complained in self—consciousness, examining his appearance in the mirror.

tomorrow, kim taehyung was going to meet jeon jungkook – or in other words, his 'online lover.'

& as mawkish & corny as it sounded, the dirty blonde was scared shitless.

since his father contributed to the air force, moving from place to place was nothing new.

when taehyung was informed that they would be moving to seoul & he would coincidentally attend the same school as jungkook, he knew destiny was playing its role.

although he had never met the male before, taehyung could single—handedly feel how passionately their bond had flourished.

yet here taehyung was, centering his attention on all the imperfections he assumed jungkook would dislike.

*buzz buzz*

taehyung dashed to his phone & breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed it was the ravenette.

if the dirty blonde was being frank, his social interacting skills were absolute shit. other than his father & jungkook, he didn't exactly have a stable relationship with anyone.

jungkook : lmao sorry for texting u out of the blue, i just can't take u off my mind

taetae : nah, it's all good. fuckkkk, words can't describe how excited i am to meet u tmrw :

jungkook : yea, same. u already make me feel amazing online, i wonder how different it'll be in real life, baby ;

taetae : THAT WAS SO HEADASS EYE— ELECTRIC CHAIR

lmfaoooo, ur so perverted...idk how i love u. well, i'm gonna try to sleep now. g'night

jungkook : goodnight, baby boy. see u tomorrow ;

taehyung plugged his phone to charge, & squished his face onto a heart—shaped pillow.

cool, the butterflies were back.

"was he carved by the angels?" the dirty blonde asked himself in an elated manner, eventually falling asleep with a faint smile on his face.

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