Jungkook knew before he even turned around who he was going to see, just from the rev of a motorcycle engine. He clutched the tattoo-gun-needle-thing in his left hand, heartbeat staccato as he moonwalked his way to the glass door.
There he was: Taehyung. Or as JK liked to call him, Taehyoppa. TaeHyoppa parked his stallion of metal and oil in front of the tattoo parlor, removing his safety orb with grace, dignity, and arousing beauty. Junglebook felt his trousers a-quiver, just like the meat beneath his beefy pecs ba-bumping against the translucent window he pressed his body against, pulled like gravity towards the man of his wet dreams. There were two other men with Taetyun, one shorter, one taller. Jinglebell couldn't remember either of their names- mayhaps, Jimmy Mean and High Noon? It didn't matter. He only cared for one.
Jung Jeonkook backed away from the door to let Tim Kaehyung and his Biker Cronies in- not that Johncook noticed the other two- his view was filled with big rainbows and diamonds surrounding the face of his baby boy crush. He almost tripped over his orange and blue onsie and platform cowboy boots trying to get back to the bedazzled tattoo parlor chair (the one with streamers on it, because he reserved only the best for TaeHyoppah)
Gazing up at TinBun through his long, peaCock colored lashes, Joonkok gestured daintily to the chair and gave him a cute smile, only showing his two front teeth and pursing his lips against them for ultimate charm. "Here for another?" he said sexily, in a sexy voice, as sexy as he could be, in a sexy-ish manner, hoping to sexually attract the masculine individual of his sexy sexual sex fantasies.
"Yah," Teahoney responded, plopping down into the chair. The multitude of plastic spikes that donned his apparel scraped noisily against the dazzling bedazzles, and his right hook- hand no longer present due to a supposedly throwdown with Jim Jam over there- clanged against the metal bars and resonated throughout the otherwise eerily silent palor.
JaniceJock seated himself in the rolly stool and rolled the rollers closer to TintedLung. His cologne was tangible- the musky alpha scent of rubber cement, blueberry scones, and rose-colored crowbars, with a hint of rosemary on the side. It was simultaneously subtle and overwhelming, causing Dick and Jane to both feel a little bit of a tickle.
As the whir of the tattoo launcher hummed to life, Hyungtook couldn't keep his eyes from drifting away from Titfungus' baby left toe upwards. The blond man always wore only the skinniest, tightest, quenchiest, shiniest, butt accentuating, dick hugging, reflective leggings the local underground gucci only shady shopping malls had to offer. He wore em they stored em. What they stored? The biggest meat any human could pack. It was almost difficult to see his beautiful hazelnoot eyes from this angle, his junk was blocking the view so scrumptiously.
Timtam leaned forward, exposing his visage fully, catching the eyes of our dearly beloved KookedDong, who had been in the middle of undressing the former from the waist down with his earthy orbs. Kockie's breath caught in his throat, he dropped the Laser Tater Tattoo Twister™, mouth hanging open, justification at the ready.
"I want you.... My little dongsaengie....JookKungah..." Tinglekyun wheezed huskily (he had 5 different degrees of asthma and was always wheezing as if mid heart attack and dancing on the tender edge of life and death.) Krampus had already creamed his lacy panties- that was the most he had ever heard HyaeTung speak in 6 years! That sexy, mouth breathing baritone... he needed more of GayHyong's husky and arousing wheezes desperately blown between his cheeks.... And not the facial kind.
Standing abruptly, Jeohnny rushed to his desk where he stored his Mega™ Milker™ Glockadoodle™ Doo™ Version™ 8™0™0™0™1™2™9™3™, and fired several milk laden warning shots. "Out!!! Everyone out!!!!!" Of course, he was referring to Jimmy Johns and NoodleDude, who were in the corner next to the gumball machine, mesmerized by its multicolored wonder. The two let out high pitched shrieks akin to that of grown adult men wraiths, and fled in fear. They did not want to become reduced to Milk Muddled Puddles.
Johnathan Jeonkookie-ah turned, hunger deep set in his brow and bridge of his nose. He moved towards the smugly smiling Tinslehyon, straddling his Christmas Gift. It felt like sitting on a yoga ball the size of a house.
Teamhug scratched his way along Justinbook's luscious thighs, which were squeezing his Stuff™. The younger boy moaned and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the lustful hazlenuttie eyed man's neck and whispered, "I want. To consume. Your. LAMB SKEWERS."
He could barely contain himself, and continued, "Skewer me, Tittyhyunghyohppa-ah-saengie-baenim"
Beneath JeungJongJook, TeemTaeeaTongue was quaking in erotic earnest. "I'll show you what it means to be a Hyohppa-ah-saengie-baenim, my sacchaine morsel of a little kitten sheep mix of other innocent animals boy."
Little JungKuk (Hoesock?) was practically bursting just from that. Tabhaul rutted against him, and the two began bodily harmonizing like a choir of sex crazed angels. Truly a magnifacent sight to anyon passing the open tattoo parlor that sunny Tuesday morning at 10:23 am. Apparently, they are into exhibition, who knew!
Right when they were Really Getting Into It, I mean, REALLY, getting into it, like GungKooc was holding TingleHam's large 10ft heat-seeking moisture missile in his dainty yet veiny like he was about to bust 12 nuts hands, there was a blinding light, and a cry. It was Jesus, kpop Jesus: Psy himself. He was here to escort Taehyungieahoppabaenim to the afterlife. Why? Because in the midst of their phallic festival, that hadn't involved any skin at all, actually, Jeonny JeongKeok, who was still holding the Mega™ Milker™ Glockadoodle™ Doo™ Version™ 8™0™0™0™1™2™9™3™, accidentally pulled the trigger piglets. He did! He pulled it, searing TicTac PaddyWack GiveYour DogA Hyung right in the giblets, the grapes, the prized man melons (which were considerably tiny in comparison to his 10ft flesh flute). It was secretly the source of his life force, and where his soul resided. Now his soul was unleashed to wreak havoc among the kpop groups people no longer talk about and are surprised even still make music despite being well known ten years ago, like Super Junior, and Shinee, but especially Super Junior. Psy help them wants TickleMeElmo comes for them in the night to haunt their dreams.
"NOOO!!!!! KEEM TEAHYEENG!!!!" JongleKoockle screeched, cool and spicy tears running down his cheeks fervently, stinging with his lost love and the future of getting laid by a biker gang kpop leader whose voice could patch up holes in tires and hands could gently cradle even the roughest of motocycle kickstands and moisture and heat seeking venomous throbbing python of love could tear apart the barely there innocence of JammyJunk's puckered asterisk between two large cheeks. Teahyeeng said nothing, because he was dead, and already whispering sweet nothings into the ear of Cho Kyuhyun. There was nothing Jungkook could do. He was heartbroken. Not even hit 2012 kpopstar Psy could console him in this Tragique Time. Only the memory of Taehyunghyohppa-ah-saengie-baenim groaning his name over and over, except it wasn't a memory, only his imagination, because even in his final, most intimate, and yet most deadly moments, he still did not say a word.
Absolutely Tragique.
epilogue : The police show up for unlawful posession of a Mega™ Milker™ Glockadoodle™ Doo™ Version™ 8™0™0™0™1™2™9™3™. Even though he somehow got a license and permission to own it, JillyDilly Beep Bop Mo Milly was still too young to actually legally own one. He spent the rest of his life in prison, having constant and terridying yet hot, hot nightmares of his last love.
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