It is 2015 and Kim Taehyung had just experienced the pressures of being a K-pop idol. His group, BTS, broke through the Korean mainstream media and was enjoying commercial prosperity. But with that success came with a price. To escape the overwhelmi...
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That night, Taehyung left the room silently, with his heart pounding and his own needs unmet. Not that he hadn't been satisfied; it was actually more than he had ever dreamed of experiencing, but he wasn't about to give the stranger a chance to invade his consciousness.
The evening shall be a onetime experience, an amazing one at that.
What happened after Taehyung gave the unknown man probably the night of his life, he slowly receded and flagged down an attendant. He walked back to the washroom and relieved himself, giving his cock a few quick pumps.
It didn't take long for his release as he pictured the angel with a chiseled face emitting heavenly sounds.
Taehyung couldn't remember much after that, and the last thing he recalled before he closed his eyes was the features of the hooded man.
"So I supposed you enjoyed your session," a female voice said as she untied the ropes from Jung-kook's wrist.
