"Yo Jeon Jungle Book"Taehyung called Jungkook flicking his fingers at him
"Yes Kim Clumsy bish taehyung"Jungkook sarsced back mimicking taehyung's voice
"Write down in your Dairy!
In just a week you are gonna vacate this room and runaway in the mid...
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Taehyung closed his eyes with a soft smile tugging at his lips as the makeup artist gently brushed eyeshadow across his lids.
"This shade suits you so beautifully, ma'am," the artist complimented, making Taehyung blush and lower his gaze shyly.
His delicate fingers traced the shimmering fabric of his elegant dress, his smile growing timid as the artist finished her work.
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"You look gorgeous, babe," Jimin teased, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
Taehyung giggled, his cheeks glowing pink, while Jimin glanced through the blinds at the sound of reporters' chatter.
"Your Jungkook is here-along with the other mafia daddies," Jimin said with twinkling eyes, watching as Jungkook's friends stepped out of their cars.
Taehyung pouted at the teasing remark but couldn't resist peeking through the blinds himself. His eyes widened slightly, his breath caught, and his pupils dilated the moment they landed on Jungkook.
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The bodyguards shielded him from the flashing cameras as Jungkook strode down the red carpet, cigarette hanging from his lips. His new haircut, sharp jawline, the way he exhaled smoke-all wrapped in his favorite black outfit-sent a rush of butterflies tumbling through Taehyung's stomach.
Warmth spread through him. His heart pounded with awe, with adoration, and a dizzying kind of attraction. He felt beautiful tonight, cherished by all the effort Jungkook had put into preparing him for this event. Yet, what consumed him now was far simpler-Jungkook was devastatingly hot.
His cheeks flamed, his skin prickled, and even in the cool air-conditioned room, Taehyung began to sweat under the weight of Jungkook's presence alone.
A sudden knock startled him. Quickly, he adjusted his dress and dabbed at his skin with a tissue. When the door creaked open, he ducked behind Jimin, his gaze fixed downward.
