"Hello Kookies! Are you ready for baby boy to put on a show for you?"
Jungkook layed on his bed. Wearing nothing but black knee high socks, red panties, and a masquerade mask to cover his eyes and nose, protecting his identity. His laptop recording him for his viewers to see. A series of comments calling Jungkook a "Pretty boy" or a "Body that they would love to fuck." He loved the attention, but he always felt disgusting after each live.
"Would you like to see Kookie fuck himself on his favorite dildo? I bet you would." Jungkook couldn't help but smirk at the attention he was getting.
Jungkook proceeded his filming, earning tips for the older men that watched him play with himself. After recording, he checked his tips. "Nice, $5,231. It was a good night after all."
He quickly took a shower and got ready for bed. He was getting in his bed, ready to turn on Netflix and fall asleep to whatever he thought looked interesting.
Then "Ping" his phone received a message. Not being able to resist, he checked his notifications.
He clicked onto the message. It read, "Hello, I'm Kim Taehyung. I know it's you in the recordings. I could recognize those lips from anywhere ;)."
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Such a Distance
FanfictionHow will we last with 1,000 miles between us? With nothing but a phone or computer screen showing who we are? Even then, I can't stop loving you Jungkook.
