Hyungie plaything {Jikook}

51(M)

Heloo, my sweethearts! My little cupcakes, sugarplums, honey buns, cinnamon rolls, marshmallow puffs, and jellybeans! I'm back! Hehe~ I hope you're all doing well, happy, healthy, and feeling good. But if not, don't worry, okay? I'm here, and I'm sending you all lots of love! ♥

⚠️ Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, vulgar language, and mature themes, proceed at your own risk. 🤨

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"Begin with a lie, end with a scream. This is the way of old gods."
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"What's with that face? You look like you just got stung by a bee or something."

Taehyung's relaxed, playful tone cut through the silence as he approached, one hand casually tucked into his pocket while the other held a half-eaten snack, chewing thoughtfully as his sharp gaze shifted between Jimin and Jungkook, curiosity lighting up his eyes.

Jimin flinched under Taehyung's scrutiny, his fingers tightening instinctively around the towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets trailed down his damp hair, slipping over his bare shoulders.

"Nothing..." Jimin mumbled, quickly diverting his gaze in a futile attempt to mask his embarrassment.

Jungkook, however, remained perfectly composed, unfazed by Taehyung's teasing. Without sparing him a glance, he reached for the red silk robe resting on the tray beside him, his movements slow and deliberate, radiating a quiet confidence that was uniquely his.

Of course, Taehyung was not convinced by Jimin's weak excuse.

"Nothing, huh? That expression of yours tells a different story." His lips curled into a knowing smirk as he observed Jimin's body curl inward, seemingly trying to shrink away from the weight of the moment.

Jimin exhaled sharply and ruffled his damp hair with his fingers before announcing, "Jungkook-hyung, I want to dye my hair.' His voice was deliberately casual, making it obvious he was trying to change the subject.

Amidst a mid-bite, Taehyung froze, his eyes drifting from Jimin's tousled blonde hair to the towel slung low around his waist.

"But blonde really suits you," Jungkook replied, raising an eyebrow as he examined the golden strands, the red silk robe remaining draped over his arm, yet he did not make a move to hand it over just yet.

"I just feel like trying something different," Jimin insisted, subtly shifting in Jungkook's lap, his damp skin brushing against Jungkook's clothed chest.

Jungkook remained silent, tilting his head as if considering the request. Without a word, he reached out, gently running his fingers through Jimin's soft hair, playfully ruffling it.

Jimin adjusted his position slightly, tilting to the side as his hips grazed against Jungkook's. He looked up at him, their eyes meeting for a brief moment.

"Something fresh, huh?" Jungkook mused, amusement lacing his voice as he continued ruffling Jimin's hair, and Jimin nodded, pouting slightly, his lips jutting out in a playful gesture.

Jimin's gaze flickered downward, briefly settling on the red robe in Jungkook's hand. A shadow of curiosity crossed his expression, yet he chose not to question it, sensing an inexplicable hesitation he couldn't quite place.

Taehyung, however, saw the perfect chance for mischief.

"Neon green!" he declared with unrestrained enthusiasm, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Or better yet, a full rainbow! Just imagine, a new color for every day of the week!" He waved his snack dramatically, fully enjoying himself, while Jimin's face twisted into mild horror.