Chapter 3

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Park Jimin....

I really don't know how I fell into the black hole. I can only remember relaxing on a cafe and some jams blasted through the radio, I can't help but to bang my head and feel crazy at the moment.

"Chim's fan?" A man who's wearing an apron handed him his Cappuccino. I looked around if he's talking to me or some alien beside me, "Yah! I am talking to you." The waiter chuckled.

"Who the fuck is Chim? Is he some type of cleanser or whatever?" The horse looking man laughed his ass out after I replied, what's up with this man?

"Oh Lord have mercy.." He said while calming his self. "Search Park Jimin... once you fell into the black hole, come back here and I'll welcome you in the family. Goodluck, boy." He winked at me before turning his heel and returning back into the counter.

And the rest is fucking history.

"Praying for better place for you and I.."

His jaw that literally can cut my finger...

"I see progress via my daughter's eyes..."

Those crescent-like eyes that I adore whenever he laughs...

"Hey, man up! Stop eye-fucking me and enjoy the show!" I stopped daydreaming when I heard that voice.

That sweet voice I would like to hear before I sleep....

"Yo, I-i know you're gay but p-please man up and s-stop staring.." Jimin said avoiding my eyes. How the hell does he know that I am not straight? And why does he look fine with it? Does this mean that he's gay too? And why is he avoiding my stare?

I suddenly felt cocky and let a smirk appear in my face before looking at the stage and laying my back comfortably at the chair.

"T-taehyung-ah. Stop smirking or I'll rip that sinful mouth of yours." I didn't know Jimin's into BDSM....
"Fuck," I whispered as I can feel my pants getting tight because of my thought.

Taetae Jr., not today.

When did I ever named my willy?

Fuck that thought.

I suddenly feel hands slowly massaging my right thigh. Not today, Satan. The hand squeezes my thigh from time to time and I can't handle it anymore.

(A/N: If you're young as fuck but stubborn as fuck, please keep reading but you better watch out before Momma steals your phone.. Uhuh)

"You know what, I'll leave-"

"Who said leaving this place with a boner is a good idea, baby boy." Shit. How tf did he change from a cute little smol bean into a dominant hollywood star?! Maybe I am in dreamland

He grabs my hand and drags me to an unknown location. I wish he's doing what I think we'll do. I can feel him rubbing his thumb over my hand and that made me shiver more and make my member rise as high as the Eiffel Tower. No, higher than that.

He opened a door with a "VIP" sign leading to a dark bedroom with red lights.

(A/N: It's my i-cant-remember-when-did-i-stop-writing/imagining/reading-smuts-no-jk-its-my-second-time-publishing-one time writing things like this. Please bear with my innocence.)

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