Morning.
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Taehyung and Jimin arrives at the company.
"Tae, let's get changed. Can't wait to see you in that."
"What if he don't mind me?"
"His lose then. You know how many men are waiting for a word from you."
"But I like only Jungkook."
"You'll get him buddy." Jimin smiles.
After changing, Taehyung looks so stunning in that outfit.
"You look amazing", Jimin exclaims.
Taehyung likes this design also.
Two best friends came out of the dressing room and stopped walking when they saw Jungkook discussing something with his assistant.
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"Go say something to him", Jimin nudges.
"What'll I say? I'm nervous!" Taehyung- bites his lower lip.
"Say morning or something. Go greet him. Go."
Jimin pushed Tae.
"I'm so nervous", Taehyung mumbled.
Tae walked to them,
"Good morning Mr. Jeon."
Jungkook looks at him frowning,
"Morning"
then divertes his attention towards his assistant.
Taehyung pouts.
"Good morning Mr. Soo."
"Very good morning Taehyungie."
Taehyung smiles at Jungkook's assistant.
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Jimin stood there watching their interaction, cursing.
Taehyung came to him, sulking.
"I'm gonna kill that asshole. Gimme two minutes." Jimin says as he was about to march towards Jungkook.
Taehyung didn't allowed him to move.
"Why can't he just start a conversation? Is his face is made of stone? Couldn't smile atleast?"
Jimin glares at Jungkook but soon smirks.
Jungkook is staring at Taehyung's a$$ and his eyes keeps moving the whole length of Taehyung's legs.
'Mr. Perfect, who?'
Jungkook fixed his eyes on Tae.
'So there's no need to take efforts anymore. Huh?' Jimin smirks.
"Tae a bug is on your heels." Jimin shouts.
Taehyung flinches, he's scared of these things. He started jumping trying to get rid of that.
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Fanfiction𝐵𝑝 𝑇𝐴𝐸 𝑇𝑂𝑃 𝐽𝐾 Taehyung poses as his photographer Jungkook instructs him. "Am I doing right, Sir?" "More than right, baby." Jungkook says as he fvcks him deep and slow. Hands playing with his n¡pples, pinching and flicking it.
