"Ah, fuck..." Jeongguk winced as Taehyung inserted his perfect fingers into the older, prepping him for a storm ready to hit.
"No... that's not right." Jungkook deleted all he had written and set his phone down, thinking of something to write.
"Whatcha doin', dork?" Taehyung asked as he entered the kitchen.
His black hair perfectly settled with his large white top, and his glimmering black eyes.
(Oh uhm since I suppose all reading this isn't deceased yet, here--)
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(Just imagine that 🤷♀️ easy)
"Hating you." Jungkook responded with a teeny smile on his face.
"Awe, don't pretend you weren't just getting off to my pictures, dork." Taehyung's tone changed completely.
"P-pardon?"
"You heard me. I've heard you at night...and boy have I wanted to hear you up close and personal, doll." Taehyung backed Jungkook into a corner and slowly caressed the side of his god-like face.
