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Jeongguk has it all. He is young, handsome, rich, has a beautiful fiancée. He will soon become a CEO at his father's company, which is one of the most successful companies in Seoul. It would seem that his life is almost perfect. Everythi...
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"Hop!" Taehyung called as he sat his son on a chair at the table.
After the morning fight with wardrobe, the little one was finally dressed in denim shorts and a white T-shirt with thin gray stripes. When the boy put him in place, the little one started waving his little legs. His feet were still bare. Tae glanced at his watch and cursed silently. It was almost ten, and he was so behind with everything. The little boy hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and of course he had forced him to make him pancakes, without which he couldn't function, and Tae hadn't even had time to shower.
He was still barefoot, with black sweatpants on his legs, and a thin, slightly stretched T-shirt that he slept in on his shoulders. His red hair was matted and twisted from the pillow. He knew Jeongguk would most likely be here soon, and possibly looking like a million dollars when he was in a total mess.
He looked quickly at the pan where the first pancake was frying, then grabbed one sock that was lying on the table and began to put it on his son's right foot. As soon as he had time to put it on and took the other in his hand, he suddenly heard the doorbell ring. He cursed silently.
"Be good," he commanded, pointing his index finger at Jae, then ran quickly to the door.
As he passed the tiny mirror, he thought for a second if he should check what he looked like. However, he quickly gave it up when he realized that a few seconds and a quick run through his hair with his hand would be of little use. He sucked in a breath and opened the door. As soon as he opened it, Jeongguk was spotted. For a brief moment their eyes met, and he had the feeling he couldn't remember how to breathe again.
As expected, the brunet looked even better than a million dollars. He had seen him in suits so often that he was almost shocked every time the boy was wearing something more casual. He liked him that way even more. Unable to help himself, he eyed him carefully from head to toe.
His athletic legs were adorned with light-colored jeans with rips on the knees, similar to the ones he had on their date. The denim fabric hugged his athletic thighs almost like a second skin, and Tae was convinced it had the same perfect fit for the curve of his tight ass, even though he couldn't see it now.
The raven haired boy was wearing a white T-shirt that clung to his hard chest and which was merely tucked loosely behind the leather belt that held his pants. Seeing that its left side was not being held by anything, he felt the temptation to slip his hand under it and examine the hard muscles of his abdomen with his fingertips. Over his broad shoulders, he wore a thin black-and-white Balenciaga sports jacket that probably cost more than his right kidney on the black market.
"Hey," the boy greeted, a smile on his soft lips.
For a few crazy seconds, Tae had an urge to push him against the wall and kiss this perfect lips until his lungs failed him, or even longer.
If he were to die now, he would like to die like that - kissing those soft lips until he suffocated from the lack of oxygen.
Embarrassed, he cleared his throat and smiled gently as he ran his hand nervously through his red, tousled hair.
