DiU148
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Jungkook's fingers hooked into the waistband of Taehyung's shorts. Taehyung's breath caught in his throat. "Uncle... no," he whispered, his hands flying down to grip Jungkook's wrists. "Don't."
Jungkook stopped, looking up at him. "Why not, baby?"
"It's... it's dirty," Taehyung said, his face burning with shame. He hadn't taken care of himself down there. He knew there was hair, soft and dark, that he'd always been too embarrassed to deal with. The thought of Jungkook seeing, touching, was horrifying. "Please, don't look."
Jungkook just smiled, a soft, knowing smile. "Nothing about you is dirty," he said, his voice firm but gentle. He easily overpowered Taehyung's weak grip and slowly, inch by inch, pulled down his shorts and the plain cotton panties beneath them.
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