UNDER HIS SPELL { taekook }

二 ; ５１

A strong breeze pushed long curtains into a dance, swaying them as they lifted into the air.

This time the room was restless, though remnants of old water bottles still laid scattered over some open notebooks and unread papers. Feet pushed past the soft sheets over the bed, a low grumble murmured from pink lips.

Jeongguk laid over his bed, head dipped forward on his cushioned pillow. Brows furrowed, pleasured huffing, toes wriggling.

"Pretty boy... I only have eyes for you."

Jeongguk stirred, body jerked a little in one quick motion.

"Well done, pretty boy."

His arms clutched tightly over the pillow he hugged close to him, hands gripped around his own erection below him while he gasped out desperate breaths, his stroking movements now beginning to speed up.

"You don't have a single clue... just how badly I want you."

The boy's eyes shot open, breaths stammering in choked pants. His head snapped back, thighs squirming while he came down his boxers, a shower of pleasure rushing down his heated skin.

Jeongguk's lips parted, chest heaving while he reached up to wipe sweat from his forehead that had mixed into strands over his bangs, sticking them to his skin like stubborn paste.

He looked up. It was morning.

Jeongguk had quite a bit of trouble falling asleep last night, the culprit being... well, Kim Taehyung, who had invaded his thoughts as usual. He just couldn't get the handsome man off of his mind, those sweet words he uttered with that deep husky voice of his. How gentle his large hands were, how addicting his gaze was.

Before he knew it the boy was touching himself to the thought of him. The thought of Taehyung beside him, whispering those sweet nothings in his ear, praising him, cherishing his skin.

A quiet moan pushed past Jeongguk's lips before a sudden alarm went off, and the boy realized he had to get ready for class. He lifted his body to sit up, and a text message soon arrived in his notifications.

'i'm out front. about to watch two dogs have an epic showdown across the street, so take your time 🥴'

He snorted out a giggle at Taehyung's text message, then quickly lowered the device to get finally get ready. Surely he wouldn't want to keep the older waiting too long—that would be rude.

And, of course, he just couldn't wait to see him.

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"What do you think? Would this outfit make me look fat?"

Hoseok looked up from the light novel in his hands, gaze peering toward his right side where Jimin was seated, slumped over the outdoor table they sat on, eyes fixated on his laptop in front of him. Leaning closer towards the screen, the red haired older blinked repeatedly while examining the photos listed on the online shop Jimin had been looking through.

"I don't think a single piece of clothing can make you look fat, Jiminie," Hoseok then laughed softly. "You're as tiny as they come. The only plump thing about you is your squishy wittle cheeks~"

Jimin lifted his head up, a groan emitting from his throat while Hoseok reached to pinch at his left cheek. "Hyung, stop! You know I hate it when you do that."