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the new tightrope apprentice looks at hoseok like he's made of stars.
if there’s anything that jungkook thinks he’s half good at, it’s compartmentalizing (it’s not his fault that hoseok just loves doing things out of the box).
“a good angel wouldn’t be in this situation. if i were any good i wouldn’t have had a panic attack on my first day down here.”
“hey… everyone gets overwhelmed sometimes. dealing with panic attacks isn’t easy!”
jungkook looks at hoseok, a puzzled expression on his face. “really? that’s the part you wanna concentrate on?”
a passerby strolling through these tunnels would have no concept of the barbarity that resided there every third thursday night. to a fighter trained in the art of human destruction, the lingering energy could suffocate, crushing their diaphragms under the sheer semblance of violence.