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At the shake of his hand and the bow he's laughing a little, shaking his head. "No need to bow, come on." He smiles at her when she smiles, though, and he hums. "The lack of people skills is no problem. I...sort of have them too."

"They’re wet and soggy and taste funny." Stating matter-of-factly he used a palm to push his bangs from his face before taking up the offer given by the male. He slowly sat down crossed-legged beside the male, a grin covering his face before he swayed to the side just a bit. "If I wanted to I could, heck yeah."

"Well, I like tomatoes, so I'm sorry you think they taste funny." He shrugs his shoulders, looking at the other before leaning his head in his hands, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know if I believe you, you know. I'm pretty strong, and I'm pretty good at fighting."

 ”Just the past four days is all, don’t feel too special now.” Again, his voice laced with playfulness he gave the stranger a grin. “Well thank you very much then, lots of people do it without noticing and I have to remind them; but if it gets to a point where they’re not even trying anymore I just ignore them, say yeah to everything they say.” Once again peeking over the rail he couldn’t help but to glance at the males bag as well, what was in it? It seemed soon he’d figure it out. With slightly wide eyes he waddled closer with interest. “You’re like the Green arrow huh? Report? Of course not! You do good not bad, duh.”

"Oh, but I feel the most special." He bows his head a little and laughs, grinning to the other male again. "Well, don't worry, I'll never do that to you. I think it's rude." He looks at the other at the green arrow comment and he almost laughs, but he just shakes his head, raisin an eyebrow. "More like Black Widow." He says, and then he unzips his bag to pull out his sniper, looking at the male. "See? Black Widow uses guns." 

[ text ] Oh nno. What gvies you thaat idea?

[text] trying to give me your name might have done it.

[ text ] Shhh I did that on prupose.

Did he have to make it so obvious that he usually spent nearly every night doing stupid things like this because he really- really, never had any plans. It was sad; the boy pouted just the slightest before his words came out in a mumble. “Okay, I told a lie. I do this a lot. But it’s just because I like being alone not because nobody wants to be around me.” Lie after lie, soon he’d need a book to write them down in. “Of course, just make sure you look at me when you do. Or it’s pointless and honestly it bothers me a lot.”  Hyunchul’s brows raised at his response, waddling himself closer to the stranger he’d only just met yet knew he’d find plenty interest in them. “So you are some sorta, military dude or something? I bet you’re on a secret mission to like- kill the president or something. I’m just teasing,” He added softly, going to follow the other and peek over the rail, fingers briefly squeezing it before he backed up with a nod. “It’s the weekend, of course there is. Are you..still going to do whatever you planned?” Sinking fangs into his bottom lip the boy looked to the male with a curious gaze, quirking a brow slightly.

Jungkook can't help but smile at the mumble, and then he raises an eyebrow at the male. "So, am I really one of the first people to talk to you in a while?" He asks, still looking directly at the other. The words out of his mouth make Jungkook laugh a little bit, and he nods his head, leaning on the bar of the rail with his elbows, looking at the other male. "I'm not going to talk to you if I'm not looking at you. That's disrespectful, since you can't hear me." At the word military, Jungkook doesn't really know how to answer. He doesn't know what to classify himself under. Truthfully, he's not really military. He's more independent faction of vigilante justice recruited into a secret society, but he isn't sure if the word assassin gives off that idea. So, instead, he shakes his head. "More like...vigilante justice. I wouldn't kill the president." He laughs, running his fingers through his hair. "Depends," he says, and grinning when the other raises an eyebrow, "will you report me for finishing what I have to do?"

Another laugh came at the comparison, nodding his head in agreement because he’d had some pretty bad times and full on flushed from the top of his head down. “I do, and I really don’t like tomatoes that sucks. Tch, don’t worry about it, but that’s my official spot now so don’t visit too often or I might have to kick your butt, call of duty guy.”

"Why don't you like tomatoes?" He asks with a laugh, setting his bag down on the concrete and gravel before sitting, hanging his legs over the edge. He pats the ground beside him for the other male to sit down, and then he looks back up at him. "Do you really think you can kick my butt, stargazing guy who hates tomatoes?"

Jimin and Jungkook -- Broadway!AU--

She groans and stands up. “Fine.” She walks onto stage and stands with the girl, reciting lines from the show, starting from the beginning, without once looking up from her phone.

He sits down in his chair when everything is done, and he sees that she still isn't looking up from her phone. He walks on stage, taking her phone from her hand. "I'll give it back when the performance is over." He walks offstage, back to his chair, a smile on his face.

Jimin and Jungkook -- Broadway!AU--

She stopped scrolling through Instagram long enough to stare at her director in shock? “Run lines? Understudy? I don’t need an understudy.” She glanced at the girl, whose name she had never bothered to learn, and smirked before looking back down to her phone. “You aren’t needed, you can go home now.”

He does nothing but shake his head and then look at her, the most serious look on his face. "Jimin, either run lines with her or I'll have her do your part tonight and tomorrow night. Now stop being unbearable and actually do something." He lets out a sigh and then goes back to making sure everything is ready. 

"If I said I didn’t you’d probably think I was lame so I’ll say yes, I might have better things to do?" His smile never seeming to fade the body bounced lightly on the heels of his feet, brows pinching just the slightest at their answer. "Are you like some Call of duty guy? That’d be cool I’ve never met one. Oh," Hyunchul paused, thinking over to himself what he did prefer. He was still learning to perfect his signing so most of the time he only talked a little, or didn’t use it; he shrugged, dipping his head after. "I’m still learning, sometimes I sign while I talk and sometimes I don’t. I do it on and off, reading lips is easier to me so don’t worry if you can’t sign. And I always talk so people don’t have to worry about that either."

"Well, if you have better things to do, then why are you up here, and why were you going to watch me?" He isn't trying to sound harsh, he's genuinely curious. He's not the most interesting of people, so why anyone would want to watch him is beyond his thoughts. "Call of duty guy..." Jungkook trails off before another small laugh leaves his mouth. "Well, I guess that'd be a good thing to call me." He wonders if the guy would even care if he took care of his target. "So, you're alright with me talking then." He nods and then he walks closer to peer over the edge of the roof. He opens his mouth to talk, but then remembers the other can't hear, so he turns around. "There's a lot of people out tonight."

Jimin getting praised by Jungkook ^‿^

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