It is all about smut so please if u don't like please back off.... And it is only about Taekook This is all are my imagination its nothing to do with real characters
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Word count: 1375 🤧💖
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Tae's saree......💋
Taehyung stood in the kitchen, busy folding laundry with her saree pallu loosely tucked into her waist, revealing her slim figure.
The soft material of her saree clung to her, leaving her back exposed in a way and her cleavage that seemed both innocent and intentional.
The room was warm, the sunlight streaming through the windows, casting a golden hue across her skin.
Jungkook was seated nearby, pretending to check his phone, but his eyes couldn’t help but flicker toward Taehyung as she moved around the room, her pallu slipping every now and then.
His jaw clenched, trying to ignore the growing tension between them.
Taehyung, aware of his gaze, called out casually,
“Jungkook, can you help me for a second?”
He looked up, surprised.
“With what?”
She turned around, biting her lip in mock frustration as she fiddled with the pallu of her saree.
“This saree keeps slipping from my waist, and I can’t seem to tuck it in properly. Could you...?”
She trailed off, her voice sweet and innocent, but her eyes twinkled with a playful glint.
Jungkook blinked, his throat suddenly dry. He hesitated for a moment, knowing exactly what she was doing, but he couldn’t resist.
Slowly, he got up and walked over to her, his heart pounding in his chest.
Taehyung turned her back to him, holding the loose end of her saree out to him.
“Just tuck it in here,”
she said, pointing to the spot at her waist where the saree was supposed to be.
Jungkook’s hands hovered for a moment before he reached out, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he gently tugged the fabric into place.
The simple touch sent a shock of electricity between them, and he could feel Taehyung’s body stiffen slightly in response.
“Is that okay?”
Jungkook asked, his voice low, barely above a whisper.
Taehyung glanced over her shoulder, her lips curling into a small smile.
“Hmm... It’s still not tight enough. Could you... maybe help me pull it a bit tighter?”
Her voice was laced with teasing, though she still acted innocent, as if she genuinely needed his help.
