jeon jeongguk couldn't wonder more! how could perfectionist kim namjoon could've an asshole cousin like kim taehyung? it was notifying how much he liked one & despised the other. well feelings were mutual in hate's case.
until one of the them start...
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When a person actually thought of someone, the first thing that entered their mind technically describes the type of relationship they had with that person—if this theory was actually accurate, than it might not result very nice for Jeongguk because at this point his mind was fucked up to even consider looking over that tremendous bulge of his so-called famous enemy when only the thing he could think now was that.
When Taehyung basically fucking removed everything that covered his godly body, fortunately stopping as he was just seconds away to undid his briefs when Jeongguk finally but not intentionally slipped out of the closet because fuck his luck, a literal silk cloth was bugging his socked feet—made him wonder if it was a lingerie until the pain that climbed its way to Jeongguk's senses that he was brutally tripped and Taehyung was standing right in front of him with nonchalant look.
The lingerie thought got lost behind the feeling of pain.
Although, it wasn't a big deal for the older as he'd spotted him numerous amount of time in his room—sometimes chilling like he owned his room or other times simply messing away like he was doing right then. It was clear, he was there to play his so-called typical pranks.
If it weren't be his mother, he might've managed to kill him to ever step inside his room but as everyone knew she loved Jeongguk maybe even more than him to abandon him directly without any further explanations if he ever consider executing his instincts of murdering him or even shouting in front of her. Perhaps, it wasn't like he didn't take it off outside.
So in order to save his ass from his mother, Taehyung just ignored the situation, snatching his cloth not before intentionally bumping his knee on the laid younger who behaved like he was having his best time on the cold floor with his back burning and his twisted ankle was cherry on the top.
So, right now when Jeongguk was sitting with Kim's family, giant dining table consisting of various cuisines from God know of which countries extended in front him; the only thing he could think of was that huge protrusion or could be called as Taehyung's dick.
Like he himself was above average but Taehyung was quite massive, maybe even more than him? And God did he got an ass? Of fucking course because why his ass appeared so...perfect. He could swore at this point, if Taehyung wasn't the biggest asshole of the century, he might consider thinking about Mrs. Kim's offer.
But, somehow his personality made everything basically spoiled. Even his almost exquisite body wasn't that such big turn-on from how much it'd be if Jeongguk didn't actually know about him. It wasn't like he was right now hard, it was just...stuck in his mind.
Maybe just Taehyung was a little turn on? No, not all until he'd his senses sobered.
"Gguk, can you stop spacing out?" Mrs. Kim exclaimed, as the servants served him some delicious food like there was sort of a competition going on about who could make the plate resemble Vincent Van Gogh's art the most. Like at the end, it wasn't going to get flushed.
