Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

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"You tease me, circling your thumb over my nipple, and my body reacts without hesitation."

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Jungkook swiftly snatched the stone from Jimin's trembling hand, letting it fall with a dull thud into a puddle below. Without a second thought, he gripped Jimin's wrist tightly, pulling him toward the car with a fierce urgency, their feet splashing through the muddy water in a desperate race.

As they neared the car, the door swung open, and they scrambled inside, drenched and breathless. The engine roared to life, and the car shot forward, tires screeching as it sped away, a dark van close behind in relentless pursuit.

Left behind in the downpour, the police officer lay sprawled on the soaked ground, rain mixing with the blood that seeped from his forehead, trickling down his face. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, his voice barely audible over the storm, "I'll never let this go, you bitches..."

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"You absolute brat! What the hell are you thinking, pulling off stunts like that? Do you have any idea the mess you just dragged us into? I swear, you never think, do you? It's like you're on a personal mission to give me a heart attack every single time we step out together! Running off, picking fights, and don't even get me started on throwing stones at cops! Do you want us to spend the night in jail? Or worse, end up on some most-wanted list because of your reckless behavior?"

Taehyung was in the passenger seat, the baby in his arms shifting slightly, but he didn't falter. His voice dropped lower, but it remained just as intense. "I mean, seriously, Jimin-sometimes I wonder what's going on in that head of yours. Do you even realize the risks you take? Not just for yourself but for me, for everyone around you? It's like you've got this talent for attracting trouble, and then you just stand there, clueless, like you didn't see it coming. Well, newsflash: actions have consequences, and you're dragging us all along with you! For once in your life, could you stop and think before you act?"

With a deep sigh, Taehyung shook his head, his voice finally lowering, though still sharp. "I'm telling you, Jimin, if you pull something like this again, don't expect me to bail you out. You'll be on your own. Got it?"

The car fell silent, the only sound the pattering rain. But just then, before Jimin could respond, Jungkook leaned over from his seat and, with a quick motion, delivered a light slap to the back of Taehyung's head.

Taehyung looked over, stunned, as Jungkook gave him a steady look, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Enough with the lecture," he said with a smirk. "I think he gets it."

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With a nod from Jungkook, J-Hope slid the front panel of the car shut, giving them a sliver of privacy to change clothes as the rain continued its relentless assault on the windows. Inside, the air felt thick and heavy, as if something forbidden was about to spill over.

Jungkook's gaze snapped to Jimin, and it was like taking a punch to the gut. Water dripped from Jimin's messy blonde hair, running down his flushed cheeks to the curve of his neck. His lips, parted just enough to tease, looked sinful- soft, pink, and begging to be bitten. And that top.

FUCK! FUCK! (💆)

The soaked fabric clung to him like it had been painted on, every line of his body laid bare, every curve accentuated

His chest, faintly visible beneath the near-transparent material, was a goddamn masterpiece. The way his nipples strained against the fabric had Jungkook gripping the seat, his jaw tightening as he felt his dick twitch in his jeans. Then there was the choker-a ridiculous, pink thing that somehow made Jimin look even filthier, like he belonged on his knees instead of in the seat next to him.