"What's with the nicknames today, Jeon?"
"Were nicknames not a thing between us?" the Alpha, asked with a mocking pout.
Shaking his head no, the omega answered, "I'm afraid not."
Landing a soft kiss on the lips and leaving them with a pop sound, t...
A biker, clade in a black leather jacket, steps down from his motorbike. With ease, a consequence of having been doing so for aeons, he takes his graphic helmet off his head.
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He ruffles his sweaty hair with a lazy hand and smiles a boxy smile, feeling happy, and frankly relieved to be in his element after so many months of disguise.
Another motorbike stops beside him. The rider swiftly getting off it, in a hurry.
"I won. You, Mr Jeon, are late," the biker, smugly informs, grinning his mocking smile.
"This one doesn't really count, Taehyung. I took the longer route." Mr Jeon, as in the newly arrived rider argues against, having removed his matte black helmet.
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The biker, as in Taehyung, shrugs his shoulders, dismissing the argument, "Not my problem, Kook. Should have won stone-paper-scissors. Besides, I would have won regardless. What shall I say, I'm just better at riding things. I believe you have a first-hand experience of it." Winking at the dumbfounded rider, Taehyung swaying his hips left the underground garage.
Now, Jungkook couldn't agree more with that statement. Shaking his head at the bold omega, Jungkook following suit, walked into his workplace, or better yet his home, the Bangtan Secret Service's Secret base.
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