In which you are a prude theology student and one day, your sneaky twin brother sent you a link to the livestream of an infamous camboy, Park Jimin.
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Chimminiemine: "shit, baby, you're so hot!"
Anon777: "Yes!! daddy wants to see more!"
DaddyTae: "...
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YOU
We're all arrived in front of a light grey colored door as I watched Seungjae's father unlocking it with his left free hand while the other was busy holding to Seungjae's small body.
"Welcome to our humble home." He smiled while pushing the door open.
"Come in, noona!" Seungjae whined from his father's grasp, impatiently asking to put him down. When his father crouched, it only took a split second for Seungjae to hop off and jumped toward my side. His tiny hands reached to mine, pulling me inside his house.
The light turned on automatically as I stepped inside the hall of their flat. Their house was quite spacious for two. I could see they have two separate rooms across each other. There were some wooden made furniture that I thought were made as a set, a unique shaped wooden table as well as the chairs in the middle of the living room, two wooden shelf that I believed were made with the same material. I could see how he put a lot of thoughts while decorating his house, he got some tastes.
"Your house is pretty, Mr.Kim." I saw how his cheeks turned pink as I complimented him.
"I-I.. Thank you.." He shyly muttered. "But don't call me Mr. Kim please. It made me feel old." I chuckled at his remark.
"Just call me Namjoon like I told you before." He visibly sulking as I shook my head lightly.
"Okay, Namjoon." I giggled at him. "It's kinda awkward honestly, since I also have a professor around your age. I never called him with his name so.."
"I know I'm old but you didn't have to remind me of that all the time." He jokingly said as I nodded my head.
"You guys are ignoring me again!" Seungjae tugged on my sleeve, pouting his lips cutely. I crouched to be at the same eye level as him, pinching his nose playfully.
"It just some adult talk, Seungjae." He scoffed and walked toward the living room ahead of us.
I saw how he was busy picking up his toys which scattered all over the floor.
"Wait, noona!" Seungjae yelled as I stepped forward. "Let me clean this up first!" He said and I heard Namjoon chuckled beside me.
"He never tidy up not even when I yelled at him." I turned around and lifted my face to stare into his soft eyes as he fondly watching his son gathered his things.
"I think he really did his best for you. He really liked you." He said as he turned around to met my eyes. I curled my lips into a small smile and nodded.
"He likes me a lot Mr.K—" he cocked an eyebrow at me before I corrected myself, "Namjoon, I mean Namjoon." He smiled with his two dimples digging perfectly on both of his cheeks.
"Welcome my Queen." Seungjae said as he bowed his small frame at me. I watched him with my two wide eyes.
"Yes! You are the Queen of this house!" Seungjae said as he pulled my hand.
