stutter [yoonmin]

eight

a few days later

jimin hummed a made up tune as he cleaned his room. once he picked up a blanket that was on the ground he saw a silver lap top.

hey, this is taehyung's, he thought.

he picked it up and sat down on his bed with it. as he opened the laptop, he was a bit disappointed to see that it was locked.

"p-password.. hm.." he smirked to himself as he typed in jungkook's name. unsurprisingly, it worked.

"d-dummy." he giggled.

jimin turned up the brightness and screamed when he saw naked bodies on the screen.

"w-what is th-this?" he gulped, not taking off his eyes from the screen. he clicked play and watched groups of men making out. some naked, some clothed. the black haired boy gulped, feeling his pants tighten in that area.

"w-what's happening.. i-it hurts.."