"Min Yoongi."
A boy with fluffy pastel blue hair turned, plump, doll like lips pulled into a smirk. Long eyelashes fluttered, eyes glistening with lust.
Lust for pleasure, money, and love.
"Yes?" The young man purred, hips swaying as he walked towards the man who called him.
The man patted his lap, cigarette placed bewteen his lips. Yoongi happily sat on the man's lap, eyes twinkling. His slim arms wrapped themselves around the other's neck, a kiss placed on the older man's cheek. Kisses were trailed from the older man's jawline, down from his neck and finally to his collarbone, the seductive blue haired male moaning as he sucked on the smooth skin.
"Jeon Jungkook. Know him?"
The other immediately stiffening, pouty lips forming a scowl.
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Jungkook ran a hand through his hair as he glared up at the woman who sat on his desk, legs opened slightly, pale skin flushed red as she panted.
"Please," she moaned out, her hand moving to settle on his firm chest, blue painted nails leaving pink trails on his exposed collarbone.
"Baby, please, I need you- I need this," she gulped as he slowly stood, hands placed on her thighs, gorgeous face leaning forward slowly. His warm breath fanned over her ear and neck.
"Get the fuck out, you're fired."
And with that, he moved back quickly, packing up his computer, his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. He checked the time on his phone, angrily mumbling about how he was late to his next meeting. As he left, he gave a kiss to the ring on his right hand's ring finger, the blue gem shining and gleaming as the hallway lights bounced off of the surface of it.
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All will come together and they will meet.
-Agust
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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
