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A story about the complexities of love, whether it is a matter of destiny or choices.
What happens when the fate of three strangers intertwine? Who will be the endgame?
"Everything happens according to destiny." ~ Jin
"Don't you feel...
"Shit!" A surprised Jungkook cursed at the sudden remark.
This made Jin a bit uneasy and embarrassed. It took a lot of courage to say those words, but was only responded by a curse from the person he loves. With flushed cheeks, he averted his gaze. "It's okay if you don't want to do."
Panic rushed into Jungkook's bloodstream brought by an unexpected misunderstanding. "No. No. No. I want to. God! I have been waiting for this. It's just that---" Jungkook paused, trying to compose himself. "I don't want to make love with you in a car. I mean, I want it to be something memorable."
I may not be your first but I want to be the one that you will remember for alifetime.
"Oh---" Jin pursed his lips. "So?"
"I will send you home for now. You shower and prepare. Just wear a simple t-shirt and shorts. I will let you wear something else once we get to my penthouse. I will pick you up at 7pm." Jungkook instructed. This was sudden. However, he already made a plan for this moment. Actually, he had made a dozen of romantic plans for their first lovemaking.
"Ok", Jin blushed and smiled. Jungkook, on the other hand, was resisting all sexual urges.
*****
Standing in front of Jungkook's bedroom with his boyfriend's chest pressed on his back and arms wrapped around his waist, Jin's heart was beating wildly. It did not help that Jungkook made him only wear a matching crimson red Versace baroque silk robe. Only... meaning nothing else.
"Let's get in, Babe." Jungkook seductively whispered in his ear. He unwrapped his arms from Jin and opened the door knob.
The lights were dim. The white bedding looked soft, with intimate touches brought by few crimson red sheets. The table with champagne and cuisine screamed aesthetic. The room was filled with soothing jazz saxophone music.
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It's not even their honeymoon.
Jungkook was just being so extra...
... extra romantic?
This perverted gentleman led him to their dining table and gently pulled the chair for him to sit in.
Sipping on his champagne, Jungkook smirked. "Bon Appetit."
Jin has always been fond of food, but tonight was different. He was embarrassed to admit that he was hungry. Hungry for something else. It was also torturing to have a Jungkook in a sexy Versace silk robe stare at him like he's a full course meal.
"Don't you want to eat, babe?"
"Ummm... well... no."
"Can we skip dinner and go to the highlight?" Horny, as usual.
