"But I wasn't crying because she bullied me. I was crying because my little finger didn't reach or hit my prostate." He sighed, then glanced at the handkerchief, wiping away his tears.
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What will happen when a certain person decides to let his in...
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It was the first day of their honeymoon in Paris, and Jungkook's heart was aflutter with excitement and anticipation. As he stood in front of the full-length mirror, he carefully layered on warm clothing suitable for the chilly Parisian weather, lightly applying makeup and fixing his hair until every strand was perfectly in place.
His eyes drifted in the mirror's reflection to where Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed and waiting patiently for his husband. Jungkook felt a shiver of delight as Taehyung's intense gaze never wavered, admiring every movement Jungkook made with an undisguised look of pure adoration. Taehyung was so wholeheartedly, unabashedly whipped for his husband.
Feeling flustered but thrilled by the weight of Taehyung's stare, Jungkook unconsciously licked his lips and felt heat bloom across his cheeks. He caught his plump bottom lip between his teeth, eagerly anticipating the compliments and kisses he hoped Taehyung would bestow upon him any moment. His heart hammered in his chest as Taehyung rose from the bed and approached him with slow, measured steps.
