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[ twelve ]

"jungkook!" taehyung shouted from the laundry room. "why hyung?!" jungkook shouted back, rather irritated.

"do the laundry for me," there was a pause. "my horse is hungry again."

jungkook groaned in irritation. "fuck it, hyung. you guys might as well live together."

"good idea kid," taehyung showed up, his phone in his hands. eyes dark. "I wonder what it'll be like if you hear inhuman moans at night."

jungkook cringed. "not here though."

taehyung ran to the door, his bulge visible. "I'm leaving! don't forget the laundry 'k?!"

"I got it, you dirty fuck!" jungkook shook his head, thinking about why he was his brother of all people.

jungkook took care of the pile of clothes, not even a single one was cleaned. he groaned in frustration.

he sorted the clothes according to it's color and put them in the washing machine.

while doing it, he heard the door open and went out of the laundry room to see.

"are you done fuckin—" he looked over to the man and it wasn't his brother.

it was jimin.

"babyboy, I've come to fuck you."