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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"What are you drawing, hyung?" The little boy stared with his doe eyes, a sketchbook the bigger guy next to him was holding.
He kept scribbling the pencil, creating rough outlines.
The bigger boy turned around and smiled at the younger. "My angel... this is my sweet little angel." The little boy nodded, staring at his drawing.
It was a drawing of a little girl, sleeping on the bed in her plain white dress, her hair sprawled messily on the pillow.
"She's pretty, right?" The little boy nodded at the statement. He thought his drawing was so good.
"What are you doing here?" The bigger boy asked then placed his pencil and sketchbook down on his lap.
The boy looked up, breathing out a heavy sigh. "Mommy and daddy said they wanted to get rid of my friends. They said they are bad."
The bigger guy frowned, he pursed his plump lips into a thin line, furrowing his eyebrows while studying the smaller black-haired boy. He has a pair of innocent doe eyes, pink thin lips, jet black hair. Very contrasted to himself who has a pair of slanted eyes, full lips, dark brown hair and of course, bigger build since he was way older.
The little boy was wearing a yellow and white stripe shirt and brown shorts. While the bigger boy wore a plain white shirt, tucked nicely inside his black cotton pants.
"Me too then." The bigger boy muttered.
"My parents want to get rid of my friends too. They said they're not real." The little boy gasped.
"So you're also sick like me, hyung?!" The bigger boy chuckled and shook his head. He bent his back and leaned closer to the smaller boy.
"We're not sick. They just don't understand." He whispered.
"Really?" The smaller boy blinked his eyes, staring deeply into the older's dark ones. His parents used to say he's sick, so he's not? But then why would they bring him here? Inside the big building with the walls painted all white?
The bigger boy hummed, a small smile crept to his handsome feature.
"But mommy and daddy said the voices are bad." The little boy replied.
"Do you think they are bad?" The older and asked and the younger shook his head hesitantly.
"I don't think so... One of them is bad, but the rest is my friend." He carefully answered, sitting straight on the steel chair, staring down on his laps. He keeps swinging his feet nervously on the air.
