A Taekook fanfic Notorious fuckboy sets his eyes on straight-laced Mr. Perfect ... He stared at his eyes. It's like staring into a flowing, clear water. You get lost looking at it. His eyes are probably one of the most beautiful things in this world. And his smile. It's pure. It's intoxicating. He marveled at the beautiful creature in front him. And as he took him in, a feeling overwhelmed him. I want it all. He said to himself. He wants him. He's going to have him. One way or another, he's going to indulge himself with his beauty. ... "Give me his number" Taehyung commanded "What?" Jimin asked, confused. "Give. Me. His. Number" "Who?" "Jeon Jungkook." "NO!" "No?" Taehyung brought out his phone and showed Jimin the photo. Jimin's eyes widened. "Give me his number or everyone will see this." Jimin gulped. "Jimin, are you still there? Why is the door locked?" Yoongi called from outside the door. Taehyung turned. "That's blackmail." Jimin said. Taehyung smirked. "I know, babe." He arrogantly answered. Work of fiction Contains grammatical errors. Content/Trigger Warning: Mature speech, sexual assault, sexual violence, victim blaming, bullying, abuse, trauma etc.
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