When the doctor tells the Jeon's that their newborn Jungsoo could die due to his premature birth, Mr. Jeon decides to clone him as soon as possible.
To their surprise, Jungsoo is able to grow up happy and healthy along with his clone, Jungkook, who'...
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Seohee's fingers tug at the boy's bright cherry-colored hair. Jungkook groans softly as her hips continue to grind against his. Jungkook breaks the kiss he shares with Seohee and looks up at her.
"Why does this seem to always happen when we're supposed to be studying?" He chuckles nervously.
"I don't know," Seohee responds before trying to kiss him again. Jungkook pulls back and her eyebrows furrow. "What is it?"
"I just," He moves uncomfortably under her and she raises her eyebrows once feeling what's making him uneasy. "I'm sorry. I was trying so hard not to."
"No," Seohee smiles. "I'm glad I have that effect on you," She gets off of him. "If you want, I can help you."
"No one has ever..." He trails off.
"I'll be more than glad to be the first girl," Seohee gets off the couch and kneels in front of him. "I'll make you feel good. I promise."
Jungkook gulps nervously, nodding in approval.
• • • •
"Yes, bitch, I just arrived." You inform Mihyeon who keeps bothering you about her iced coffee.
"And you remember my order?"
"Yes, now leave me alone."
"Yes, ma'am." She says before hanging up the phone.
You chuckle and put your phone away, reaching to open the shop's door. Before you get to grab the handle, the door swings open, hitting your boob.
"Ow, fuck!" You hiss, cupping your breast.
"Shit, oh my God, I'm so sorry," The man tries to help you but realizes he really can't.
Unless he wants to get arrested for sexual harassment.
"Did you not see me through the glass or do you just like hitting girl's boobs with doors?" You ask angrily.
"I honestly didn't see you," He speaks truthfully. "I'm so sorry."
"It's fine." You grumble, starting to walk away.
"Wait!"
You turn to the guy.
"Let me make it up to you."
"How?"
"Well, you're going into the shop, so I'm guessing you want coffee or maybe a dessert of theirs," He points out. "So let me buy it for you."
