"Go on, take off your clothes." Yoongi said in a cold tone.
"Wtf you pervert! What do you mean take off your clothes? Who are you? Get away from me!" And Hoseok was clearly panicked.
"Welcome to the afterlife, Mr Jung Hoseok." Yoongi smirked as he took slow steps at the taller.
"And you are?" Hoseok seemed a bit relaxed.
"Your companion, your guide, your light... But you can call me Yoongi."
Yoongi.
The name fit in Hoseok's head perfectly.
Yoongi leaned down infront of him, staring intently right in his eyes. His forefinger gliding over the man's sharp jawline smoothly.
"Now take off your clothes, you don't need them. And wipe off that stupid smile from your face. I hate those things."
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Ik, ik, next chapters are going to be longer I swear!
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Fanfic[short ff] "there's something on your face, let me wipe it." "oh." "done." "what was it?" "your smile..." © 2021 yeahitstruu
