The Disney Princess Murders

06

He hated him, yet he wanted him...

'I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay...'

Yet he was all he thought about, haunting his ever waking thought.

It was different from the others.

So much stronger.

"I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay..." he quietly and softly muttered to himself like a mantra, as he stared at the object of his obsession, "I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay..."

Then why did he want him so badly.

Why won't the lust go away...

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Jungkook could feel his gaze following him all throughout the gym, but then, he did intentionally stay in Chang-min's line of sight.

Tempting him.

Showing off his physic at every opportunity, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe his sweat, revealing a toned chest and abs, tilting his head back just so as he drank from his water bottle, feeding Chang-min's lust, as he had for the past two weeks, yet he also put his masculinity on full display, boxing, tae-kwon-do, wrestling, building his targets rage at that lust, hoping to force him to make a move.

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"He's been following the kid for two weeks now, think he'll make a move soon?" Yoongi stated as he watched the monitors from within the surveillance van.

"He's definitely cracking," Jin responded, "I'd give him another day or two."

"I can't believe he's managed to resist Jk for as long as he has, I mean, did you see the way Kook drank that water, damn....OW!" Jimin's voice came through everyone's earpieces as a low murmur, slightly dragging out the word damn, before a louder exclamation of pain laced with amusement rang out as Taehyung, who had been near him, swung his arm out, smacking Jimin in his stomach for his comment about the maknae.

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Chang-min watched intently, almost hypnotized, as the young officer showered after his workout. Hidden behind the long row of lockers, he allowed his eyes to linger on the young man's naked form, track the soapy rivelets of water that glided down his beautifully toned physic. His breathing grew ragged, and his heart pounded in his chest. His body was growing hot...

So incredibly hot....

'I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay...'

His body suddenly stiffened and trembled, and he felt a growing wetness around his groin area. Looking down, he was surprised to notice that he ejaculated.

Anger coursed through his veins at the realization of the sexual gratification he experienced from watching the young man shower. He angrily punched one of the lockers, bruising his knuckles, and denting metal.

'I'M NOT GAY!'