Furever 🔞 KTH+JJK+PJM

13

The jhope voice from the second floor startled Taehyung, causing him to jerk his head up in a panic."Oh no, my love... I forgot!" Taehyung exclaimed. "Jhope is showering upstairs, wait for me babe. I'll grab some clothes and be right back."

Taehyung sprinted up the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him, desperately trying to reach Jhope. Meanwhile, Jungkook stood dumbfounded, scratching his head in confusion.

"Why is Taehyung acting like this?" he wondered aloud. "If he's joking, I'm going to lose it."

With a resigned sigh, Jungkook turned and walked to his room, his hand hesitating on the door handle.

As the door creaked open, Jungkook's breath hitched. There, in the middle of the room, stood Jimin, an ethereal vision in a delicate pink silk maid outfit. The dress, adorned with a pink hairbow decorated with flowers, left little to the imagination. Jimin's thick, milky thighs were exposed, and the white shorts peeking out from beneath the dress added an innocent allure. Jimin’s wet, glistening lips sent Jungkook's fantasies spiraling.

Overwhelmed, Jungkook turned abruptly and rushed out, slamming the door behind him.

"Jungkook... kitty wants to play," Jimin's voice purred through the door, teasingly.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, wrestling with his desires. Slowly, he turned back, his gaze locking onto Jimin. A seductive smile curved his lips. "Wow... who is this enchanting creature?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble of desire. "Who dressed you in this sinful attire, my darling?"

He closed the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps, his presence magnetic. Jimin's voice quivered, "Tae..."

Now standing inches apart, Jungkook’s eyes devoured Jimin, taking in every detail—his face, eyes, lips, neck. Jimin’s confusion only fueled Jungkook's desire, causing him to tilt his head shyly upwards, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Oh, my precious kitty... you've become so bashful," Jungkook chuckled softly. "Look into my eyes, Jimin... look at me."

Jimin’s gaze met Jungkook's, his long ears and tail tinged crimson with embarrassment. Jungkook understood the depth of Jimin's shyness, a rare and endearing trait. With gentle determination, he reached out, taking Jimin's small hand and leading him out of the room without a word.

Jimin followed willingly, not a single question crossing his lips.

They ascended the grand terrace of the opulent mansion, the azure light from the rainy sky casting a mystical glow on the scene.

Jungkook settled on the floor gracefully, while Jimin, with a burst of playful energy, perched on his thighs.

Their giggles filled the air as Jungkook pulled Jimin closer, wrapping him in a warm embrace.

Jimin's head rested on Jungkook's shoulder, his legs draped comfortably over Jungkook's thighs. Jungkook held him tightly from behind, cherishing the intimate connection.

"Kitty...I..." Jungkook began, his voice a blend of curiosity and concern. Jimin turned his head slowly, eyes filled with intrigue.

"I just want to know... where are your parents?" Jungkook asked, his confusion clear."Who are parents?" Jimin's innocent question caused Jungkook to flinch, swallowing nervously. He wondered if Jimin was an orphan or if there was another reason for his lack of knowledge.

"Hey, are you an orphan?" Jungkook asked gently."What is an orphan?" Jimin's curiosity shone through, his innocence touching Jungkook deeply.

"Children who don't know who their parents are, they are called orphans," Jungkook explained, his heart aching for Jimin."Oh... Kitty doesn't have parents," Jimin replied, a hint of sadness in his voice.