Taehyung was bored, still frustrated, but bored. Making inhuman noises, he banged his head on the table. He fake sobbed and sighed, did Seojun already reply to his message. Kind of curious -but still bored and frustrated- he unlocked his phone and went directly to his wife's chat.
Where was the message?
Taehyung frowned and scrolled up, the message he sent a few hours ago was nowhere to be seen, he slightly started to panic and closed the chat.
Looking for that one message, he opened all recent chats and that's when he realized; he didn't sent the message to his wife, he sent it to Seokjin.
Taehyung groaned, fake sobbed again and started to type
You:
Seokjin don't open that!
Seokjin:
I already did Sir
Shit
He already saw it
Taehyung threw his phone on the coffee table and desperately buried his hands in his hair.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
What have I done, what am I going to do
He will hate me forever
Taehyung groaned and shook his head, how was he going to talk himself out of this.
—
Seokjin sighed
Seohyeon♡:
Hi Seokjinnie I'm coming over~
"I-I see sorry, I didn't use my phone." Seokjin and Seohyeon were seated on the couch, Seokjin looking at his lap and Seohyeon seductively tugged her hair behind her ears. She noticed Seokjin didn't see it and quickly stopped
"I saw you were online for the past half hour though, tell me, who sent you a that important message to ignore mine." She wiggled her eyebrows and Seokjin burst out in a fit of giggles, forget about what I had planned Seohyeon smiled and stuck out her tongue, only making the small boy laugh harder, Seokjin was too precious for this world.
★Short shitty chapter because why the hell not, what do you think about Seohyeon? Do you like her or not?★
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Daddy in law| Taejin
FanfictionWhen Seokjin finally visits his girlfriend's house he is amazed, not be the house, but by a certain someone. How is he going to keep his feelings in check, is he still able to love the girl he's in a relationship with, but most importantly, how is h...
