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_Title:_ "onsdhots"
_Genre:_ BTS Fanfic, 18+ OneShots, Romance, Erotica
_Description:_ it is a collection of steamy OneShots featuring the iconic BTS duo, Taehyung x Jungkook. Each episode is a self-contained tale of passion, love, and...
Jungkook, 27, was a gaming sensation known globally as KookTheKing. His unyielding passion and dedication earned him the top spot in the gaming world. However, his obsession came at a cost. His boyfriend, Taehyung, 27, a freelance graphic designer, often felt neglected and alone amidst Jungkook's endless gaming marathons and streaming sessions.
The couple shared a cozy apartment, their love blossoming through late-night gaming sessions and laughter-filled moments. Taehyung was Jungkook's rock, supporting him through the highs and lows of his gaming career. But as Jungkook's addiction intensified, their relationship began to suffer.
Taehyung trudged into the cozy apartment, exhaustion etched on his face. He had spent the day designing logos for a new client, only to come home to an empty, silent space. Jungkook was, as usual, holed up in the gaming room.
With a sigh, Taehyung began setting the dinner table, the aroma of stir-fried chicken and vegetables wafting through the air. But his heart wasn't in it. He was in a foul mood, and it wasn't hard to guess why.
Night had fallen, and Jungkook still hadn't emerged from his gaming cave. No calls, no texts, no breaks. Just the endless glow of screens and the soft hum of machinery.
Taehyung's frustration simmered, bubbling over like a pot left unattended. How many nights had he endured this? How many meals had he eaten alone, waiting for Jungkook to take a break?
He glanced at the gaming room door, his eyes burning with unshed tears. Why did Jungkook's games always come first? Why did their relationship always take a backseat?
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The dinner table was set, but Taehyung's appetite had vanished. He slumped onto the couch, his eyes fixed on the gaming room door, waiting for Jungkook to emerge. Taehyung's angry strides carried him up the stairs, his footsteps echoing through the silent apartment. He flung open the gaming room door, and a sliver of light from the hallway illuminated the dark space.
The room was shrouded in shadows, except for the massive TV screen glowing like a beacon. Jungkook sat slumped in his gaming chair, eyes glued to the screen, fingers flying across the controller.
"Jungkook!!!" Taehyung's voice cracked with frustration.
But Jungkook didn't flinch.
His focus remained riveted on the game, oblivious to Taehyung's presence.
The TV screen flashed with explosions and gunfire, Jungkook's avatar dodging bullets with lightning reflexes.
Taehyung's anger boiled over, his voice rising.
"Jungkook! How long will you play? Dinner's ready! We need to talk!"
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