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Jung complains, dusting off his car's dashboard where Jimin must've rested his boots, as usual.
"Say the last sentence again and I will clean your damn car all by myself," I watch Jimin's own cheek flush red as Mr. Jung stutters and stumbles over his words before pushing the car door closed shut.
"So, what's the deal with you two?", I ask, cocking my head towards Mr. Jung.
"Turns out, I might be into boxers, one in specific," he grins wide till his eyes turned into crescents and I nodded. This was nice, hanging around everybody and playing around.
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