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Fifty Nine: Tango

A/N: 

good day to you!

has anyone every told you that you look hella good through this phone screen? yeah, I see you. you fine as hell! or, put more eloquently, your rather beautiful facial structure elicits a joyous response out of me!

:)

all my readers are beautiful. thanks for existing, and please, take care of yourself!

back to the  s t o r y

it's very  h o t  this chapter, so here's my smut warning flag ▩

i love you. 

izzy

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"HARDER, JIMIN!"

Jungkook whined, pressing his fingertips into Jimin's back. 

"PULL THE HANDLE HARDER! HURRY UP!"

The blonde laughed, pushing the antsy ravenette to the side for his unrestrained horniness. They had spent hours out picnicking, and all three of them were anxious to spend time alone together. Images of tangoing had been hot on their minds ever since it was mentioned in the garden earlier in the day. 

"Why won't the door opeeeennnnn?"

Jimin took his time with the handle, enjoying Jungkook's impatience. Taehyung was much more lax, leaning up against the wall by the doorway to their bedroom, tapping at the wall with his long ringed fingers. 

"It's stuck." Jimin wiggled the knob, but something had caught up the oaken door, and it wouldn't budge. 

"Stuck, my ass. Let me try."

The half-blood relented, moving to the side to see if Jungkook could get the knob to turn. Jungkook was being quite violent with the door, shaking it in its hinges like a child might shake an apple tree to get the fruit to fall down. 

"Don't break it, Kook!" Taehyung laid a hand on the ravenette's arm. "If you break the door then it won't close and all these servants running around will see us naked. They'll be too distracted by our sexy bodies to prepare for the departure tomorrow. We can't let that happen, yeah?"

"Is this glued?" Jungkook panted, ignoring the blonde's warning. "Whoever fucking glued this-"

Pop!

The door popped open hard with Jungkook's forceful yanks, hitting him right in the forehead. He stumbled backwards, clutching his head in pain. Taehyung rushed to his side, mouth open in a mixture of worry and humor.

"Shit. You okay, babe?" Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's chin. A red mark took up most of Jungkook's forehead, and his silver eyes crinkled in irritation. "Oh, Kook. I told you to be more careful."

"Here's the culprit." From the doorway, Jimin picked up a torn piece of clothing. It was one of the strips of Jungkook's shirt that Taehyung had 'removed' earlier. 

Upon seeing the familiar object, Taehyung started laughing. Jungkook lightly punched him in the side, shaking his head.

"This is why we should take our clothes off the right way instead of ripping them off." Jungkook made his way to the room, taking the torn sleeve from Jimin's hand. Frayed and torn, the sleeve was useless. Jungkook walked into the room, about to throw it away-

"Wait!"

Taehyung rushed up to stop his husband. Jungkook gave him an are you serious expression that the throbbing red mark on his forehead only seemed to exemplify.