The story will be showing the life of BTS members in a totally different environment. It will focus on Jimin's and Jungkook's romance, how it starts and how it grows, I love romance so if you like it too, then you might want to read this. :) There w...
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"They were all wearing black suits as well as Namjoon, who was also wearing glasses, which made him look smart. (...) but as soon as he saw his best friends, he waved at them, half smiling and making his cute dimple appear in his right cheek."
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Jungkook moved underneath the sheets on his king-size bed. He was uncomfortable, something wasn't right. He was in pain, it was a weird kind of pain, but it wasn't letting him continue sleeping. He rolled over until his stomach was laying flat on the mattress but the pain didn't ease, on the contrary, it became worse. Annoyed, he opened his eyes, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep again. It wasn't the first time, but it had certainly been too long since the last one. He ran his hands through his body until he reached it and groaned. He didn't want to look but he had to.
Fuck.
He was hard. And not just a little bit hard, he had a full erection nagging at the fabric of his black boxers. He dropped his full weight on the bed again, falling on his back while closing his eyes and spreading his arms on his sides. He could remember his dream clearly and vividly, but what bothered him was not just the dream but the fact that a certain someone had been in it. What was wrong with him? He couldn't even remember the last time he had wet dreams and couldn't understand why that certain someone was triggering one now, after so long. What was he? A hormonal teenager? It was the second time in two days that he became hard because of the same person, not to mention the fact that it was a he.
Scoffing and sighing, Jungkook got up from his bed and went into his bathroom to take care of his "problem". Once inside he knew he was not in the mood to touch himself, so he just turned the cold water on and prayed it would make his erection go away. While showering he felt a sense of deja vu, remembering how just last night he had been too tired to take care of his hard-on and had fallen asleep instead. When was the last time he had jerked off? He couldn't remember.
Sighing, he finished washing his hair and went out of the bathtub. Once outside, he dried himself, dressed up and made his way to his kitchen while still drying his long black hair with the towel, which made him not notice the presence inhabiting his kitchen.
"Good morning Kook-ah"
Jungkook jumped at the sound of his hyung's voice, he swore he hadn't seen anyone in the kitchen. "Hyung! You scared me!"
"It's Sunday." His hyung said matter-of-factly, as if those two words would make the fact that he had come unnoticed into Jungkook's house the most reasonable thing in the world.
"Yes. And tomorrow's Monday and yesterday was Saturday. So what?" For some unknown reason Jungkook was pissed. Well, it could have a little bit to do with the fact that he had just woken up hard because of some wet dream about him, but just a little.
