THE DEVIL WEARS GUCCI / YOONMIN

❝One.

He was slathered in the finest clothes. From a golden watch adorning his thin wrist to some fine fitted trousers covering lean, tan thighs. Taehyung was a handsome devil, even without the fancy, elegant garments covering his sun-kissed skin.

Jimin watched hungrily as he clothed his broad shoulders with the expensive silk shirt that used to be on the floor. He covered himself with the duvet, feeling even more bare in comparison, and buried himself in it.

"That was some good sex, Jimin," Taehyung hummed. His voice was husky as he rambled on about something. Jimin didn't bother listening and watched as he finished clothing himself. He topped his outfit off with a silver Gucci necklace of a pair of tigers. Red and green. He thought it was cute. Jimin watched the entire process intently as if his life depended on it.

"See you around." The man waved and with that Taehyung was gone.

Jimin lay back on the bed, feeling used and tired. He and Taehyung were friends and fuck buddies. Nothing more and nothing less, despite Jimin growing attached to the non-existent relationship.

Sadly he fell in love with Kim Taehyung. A handsome man who only brought him a world of hurt. His mother always warned him that the devil came as something he always wanted. Jimin wanted a relationship and the devil came to him dressed in Gucci.

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New short story? (depends on how it goes),
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