"I'm married Jungkook!"
"Well I know, and I don't give two fucks about it."
In the dazzling expanse of Seoul, Kim Taehyung, a luminary in the world of fashion, glides through life with ethereal grace, his every step echoing on runways and red carpet...
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Taehyung stood where he was standing like a statue when he saw, his Mr. Jeon walking out from the attached bathroom dressed to kill anyone who would dare to look at his direction.
The dashing man was dressed in all black, leather covering him from top to bottom.
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Should he be calling the older mafia? Or medusa? The poor soul was left speechless.
As another question arose in Taehyung's mind, would the jacket rip off from Jungkook's biceps if he slightly flexes them? He is a curious little cat you know.
"Why are you looking so... handsome? Planning on killing people or what Mr. Jeon?", Taehyung asked but he was not sure if his voice was even registered in Jungkook's brain as all he got in response was a scoff of disbelief.
How could Jungkook not scoff when he was being complimented from a diva himself.
Taehyung didn't help any of Jungkook's holy thoughts which he tried hard to perceive into his dirty mind that wanted to just slam the younger on a nearby wall and devour him fully until all the quenching thirst in Jungkook's mind could be at ease.
Jungkook's eyes unintentionally scanned Taehyung from head to toe. "You tell me Angel, are you trying to kill me... wearing this?"
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Jungkook accused with his own allegations as he walked closer to the accused boy who took slow steps back until the back of his knee collided with the bed behind him and with a yelp as if on instinct he clutched on Jungkook's jacket landing them both on the bed with a bounce. "Fuck."
Jungkook prod his palm on the bed as he pushed his body up, but he stilled his action when he was far enough to have a proper look at Taehyung's ethereal face. He can't get enough words to describe how beautiful and enchanting Taehyung is.
Taehyung on the other hand had his eyes shut close but his hand still had their tight hold on Jungkook's jacket in a tight fist, he knew the latter had already pushed his weight up from him, but the sole imagination of having a hot as fuck Jungkook right in front of him just inches away was killing him inside.
