"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡'𝙨 🍆 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚? 😈🔥"
Smut/Sex (a lot)
☆ THIS BOOK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYONE'S PERSONAL LIFE OR FEELINGS. EVERYTHING INSIDE IS FICTIONAL.
YOU ARE FREE TO LEAVE IF YOU FEEL TRIGGE...
In the stifling confines of his room, Taehyung paced frantically, phone clutched tightly in his shaking hand.
The weight of the morning's events still hung heavily, now compounded by a newfound desperation.
His anxiety reached an all-time high, fueled by the unanswered calls and the deafening silence on the other end.
He dialed Namjoon's number again, heart pounding, as if it might explode from his chest.
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The phone rang, each chime echoing the abyss that had grown between them.
But as the seconds ticked by, hope began to wither, replaced by a crippling fear.
Taehyung paused, staring at the screen, willing it to light up with Namjoon's name.
The room seemed to close in around him, the unanswered calls a harsh reminder of the uncertainties that lay ahead.
Drawing a ragged breath, Taehyung set the phone down, despair filling his soul.
The events had cast a suffocating shadow over his world, and now, the absence of Namjoon's voice only deepened the sense of isolation that enveloped him.
Jimin, sensing Taehyung's escalating distress, approached tentatively, his expression etched with concern.
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"Is he not picking up?" Jimin asked softly.
Taehyung shook his head, tears streaming down his face.
"It's about last night... I... I told you about Jungkook, didn't I?" Taehyung managed to choke out.
"But how could that be possible when I hooked up with him?" Jimin tried to reason. "I even have the selfie after the one-night stand."
Taehyung's eyes widened in disbelief. "But that's not true! It has to be a mistake!"
Jimin showed Taehyung the pictures on his phone, but the sight only served to deepen Taehyung's despair.
"But how is that possible?" Taehyung whispered, his voice cracking. "It has to be some sort of twisted joke."
