"I wish I'd have never even met you," Jeongguk spat, hand pumping just a bit faster, his tongue moving swiftly towards the other male's tip.
"Be quiet and swallow my fucking children, you slut."
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After a devastating breakup, the son of a cop finds...
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Taehyung strolled down the dim alley, lit cigarette placed at his lips, hands tucked into the large pockets of his jacket. It was cold. The autumn breeze was prominent over his light layers, but Taehyung didn't mind it too much; instead he continued down the shadowed path. The moonlight was his only friend, keeping him company on his lonely journey.
Yet, it didn't take him long to reach that familiar blue neon sign, the letters Abyss Karaoke buzzing against the perfectly molded fluorescent lamps. Past the staircase leading underground, Taehyung swung the rusty door open and was met with the aroma of booze and a distinct scent of beef being cooked.
"Welcome, sir," a staff member bowed as they passed him, and Taehyung paid no mind to them as he proceeded confidently towards the bar area.
"Where's Seokjin?" He wasted no time in asking the man standing behind the counter, not in the mood for small talk or any sorts of stalling.
"Ah, you mean Boss?" The brunette staff looked down the hall to their right. "The Boss joined a customer he said was his friend. They went to Room 5, I think."
Taehyung nodded his head and removed the cigarette from his lips, holding it at waist level as he turned towards the slim hall at the back of the enterprise. He passed the rooms with ongoing karaoke sessions, ignored the loud singing and screaming, then knocked three times at Room 5's door before swinging it open abruptly.
He came to a full stop, hand lingered on the doorknob, eyes deadpanned as he stared at the two men seated on the long sofa.
The two men being, Namjoon, who was laying back with his pants pulled down to his knees; and Seokjin, who had Namjoon's cock in his grip, rubbing it slowly.
Taehyung blinked.
"Shit, what the hell, Taehyung?" Seokjin bursted out, "Can't you fucking knock before you walk into a room?!"
"I did," said Taehyung.
"He did," said Namjoon.
Seokjin inhaled a sharp breath, retreated his hand and sunk to the couch, the tips of his ears turning red. "Well—... W-Well at least text us beforehand so we know you're coming?!"
"I did," said Taehyung.
"He did," said Namjoon.
And as Seokjin groaned out, Taehyung pressed the cigarette back to his smirked-filled lips and watched Namjoon grab the flustered man's hand.
"C'mon, Jinnie~ let's just finish up so we can go attend the others, yeah~♡?" Namjoon guided Seokjin's palm back around his erection.
Taehyung stifled a laugh. "Gross. I'll wait at the meeting room."
