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ALT Text: Jimin held out his hand, palm up. “Audience questions come in later, but at this stage I can divulge that it is your responsibility, not mine, to fix your sad and broken love life.” “Oh my god.” There were a few slides for each man, with screenshots from their Instagram and other socials, showing the men’s gym selcas, shirtless Pride party pictures and more, with comments on their looks and personality: • funny and tall • a PR specialist – sexy!! • rumoured to have a small dick :( Some of these men Seokjin had never seen before but many men he recognised – from being the friend of a friend, from having seen them at The Blue Lounge. “In conclusion,” Jimin said, after almost ten men had been scrutinised, “I have been a very good friend and supported my hyung during his self-fulfilment era, but, frankly, I am sick and tired of guarding the gate and keeping these hot men away from you. With adequate and thorough analysis given, please take your pick and get yourself

ALT Text: “You can’t tell your new boyfriend about this. If Namjoon hasn’t said anything about it to his friends, then…” Jimin rubbed at his face. “I need peace and quiet. A retreat. A meditation retreat.” “Me too.” “No, because you’d just fuck the monks there.” “If they’re tall and dimpled, probably.” “God’s sake.”