His hair gleamed like aquamarine jewels, his ebony eyes flickering with excitement and love. His cheeks and cute button nose rosy from crisp air, his long, thin hands trapped in his bundle of clothing.
His skin that glowed like the purest of diamonds.
He was ethereal. A jewel that outshines everyone else.
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His head was thrown back in ecstasy, breathing labored. His sweet, plump, doll like lips coated with lip gloss and a mix of saliva. His tight, white button up shirt was open, revealing his milky white skin, his smooth flawless body, his crave-able flat stomach. The man under him stared in awe at the beautiful being above him.
"Yoongi," The man moaned out, breathing becoming irregular as whimpers escaped his thin, slightly chapped lips.
The male above him gasped, body arching before he collapsed on top of the other, chest rising and falling quickly before it slowed.
After a few minutes, the man claimed to be named as Yoongi stood silently, making his way to the bathroom. He then, after awhile, walked out fully dressed, skin clean and hair slightly damp. He ran a hand through his blue hair, sparing the other man a glance before grabbing his phone and walking out of the room, out of the house, and out of the other's life.
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Forlorn | Yoon.Kook
FanfictionForlorn was a word that described Jungkook perfectly, a unique word that rolled off anyone's tongue when someone were to describe him. He was Forlorn, without the one who he used to call Mini Mimi. Sequel to Mini Mimi ©cherryyoonki
