“Park Jimin,” Namjoon breathed out of the blue, startling Jimin and making him jump, though his eyes stayed fixated on Yoongi. “THE singer Park Jimin is in our house.”

Yoongi gulped. “Yeah.”

“Did you kidnap him?”

—Ergo, that once in a purple moon escapade in which Yoongi works at a small-town arcade, and Jimin is a runaway celebrity popstar.

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