As Yoongi entered his room, the darkness greeted him, enveloping the space in silence. He reached out instinctively to turn on the lights, but his hand stopped mid-air, frozen. His eyes landed on the figure standing by the balcony, the soft moonlight framing Hobi’s silhouette.
Hobi was standing there in a thin, almost transparent shirt that clung to his body, making the outlines of his figure painfully visible. The cool night breeze danced around him, ruffling his shorts, which sat loosely on his hips. It was a sight that Yoongi couldn’t tear his eyes away from.
His heart thudded against his chest as he swallowed hard, a mix of emotions swirling in his mind. Mesmerized didn’t begin to describe it. Hobi’s presence was intoxicating, like something from a dream Yoongi didn’t want to wake up from. His sharp gaze softened, his breath catching in his throat.
And then, as if the night itself had conspired against him, something stirred inside him—something deep, primal, and impossible to ignore. His body reacted instantly, warmth pooling in his chest and lower down.
“Ahem… Ahem…” Yoongi muttered to himself, clearing his throat awkwardly as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. But there was no use. The sight of Hobi standing there, bathed in moonlight, was enough to leave him utterly speechless. His usual cool, collected self had evaporated, leaving him completely at Hobi’s mercy.
He knew tonight was going to be a long night.
Innocent reader after understanding everything--- -_- where is torture in this 😑😑😑
Author----- don't worry, it is punishment, but first, I need to see what namjin are doing now it's their turn...........don't you want to know the first encounter of namjoon and suga🤔🤔🤔🤨🤨🤨
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"The Kim Dynasty: Secrets of the Heart"
FanfictionIn a world where power reigns supreme, the Kim family stands as the epitome of wealth and influence. Beneath their cold exterior lies a chaotic yet loving household, where bonds are forged not by blood, but by the ties of the heart. Mr. and Mrs. Kim...
