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❝— 羡慕是计数另一个祝福而不是你自己的艺术。❞
❝— JEON JUNGKOOK ❞
"he's so young to be so handsome and have such talent, amazing!" they would say. in return he would smile sweetly. such a heartthrob. though many girls would fawn over him— even boys, he just couldn't get the exact amount he wanted.
one man in particular did.
he had the visuals and personality. what else could jungkook be missing? was it his thighs? did it seem weird to have thighs thicker than most girls? what about his hands? were they too veiny and big to their liking?
every once and again he would glance at him. indeed, he did have the features of a god. thighs not too big, but not too thin. jawline so sharp that you would probably need stitches if you ran your finger across it. hands not too veiny but not too big. hell, even jungkook found himself feeling quite attracted to the older.
he wanted that perfection.
he would click his tongue and turn away from him, causing a few girls to turn their heads in his direction, admiring him for a few seconds then centralize their eyes back at the older man.
once, he was walking home, alone as usual. nothing different except the fact that he left a soft but rough slap on his thigh. he looked up at the certain person who did it. his eyes found themselves focused on another's chocolate, intriguing orbs.
"take me home sometime. maybe we could have fun, cutie."
and with that, they walked away. jungkook was quite bewildered as he cursed at himself, unable to keep his eyes off them. a certain place, to be exact. godamn, he wanted that fucking body.
that soft, high pitched voice. he wanted that— and he wanted that badly.
he felt envious of them. ||
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❝— 爱的欲望是给予。欲望的欲望是采取。❞
❝— PARK JIMIN❞
"he has the cuteness of a five year old and the sex appeal of a fucking stripper" they would say. in return, he would lead them to their bedroom. moans, groans, and both screams of pleasure and agony would fill the room.
save that for later.
everyone who has slept with park jimin would know that he was a fucking sex god. thick, attractive thighs, plump ass, cute waist, and plump, luring lips the taste of strawberry and the color of red wine.
it always started with that cute eye smile of his, cute but alluring. "your smile is so cute, i love it!" they would compliment him and he would respond with a soft, slight high pitched "thank you!" and most of the times, that would lead to jimin roaming his hands all over their bodies, being able to make them let out lewd noises. or it would be the other way.
he loved being dominated, still, he loved to be the purpose of why someone would let out such lewd sounds.
screams would fill the room as well.
either it be pleasure or agony. though, most of the time, the screams would lead from pleasure to agony. poisoned, stabbed, choked, to death by jimin.
it would mostly always be choked because he was always up for a choking kink.
this is most definitely not what they meant when they said that they had a choking kink. and when jimin talked about knife play, this isn't what they expected. y'know? finding a dead body on a bed, fully naked, a bruise shaped like a hand on their neck, a knife through their chest.
those bedsheets would go from a silky, clean, white to a wet, dirty, red.
and they never blamed jimin because they never knew that the youth would do such thing.
