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Yoongi places sweet kisses on Hoseok’s thighs. Damn, those thighs can distract him sometimes. He usually puts his hand on them not being able to resist the urge to squeeze them, even if other people gives him weird looks. Yoongi squeezes them at that thought and the other whines.
          	
          	He looks up to see Hoseok slowly panting and gripping the bed sheets. He smirks as he sees the other’s cheeks dusted with a bright red blush. He looks back down at the younger’s thighs. He said it once and he’ll say it again, he really like Hoseok’s thighs.
          	His mouth goes to the middle of the younger’s thighs and he slowly starts sucking. He sucks a little faster when he hears Hoseok whine once more. 
          	
          	After a few more seconds, he detaches his mouth only to see a bright red dot. Man, he didn’t know how much he loved doing this until now. 
          	
          	He goes to the other leg, looking for a new place to mark the younger.  He finds a spot not so far away from the others crotch. He smirks as he sees the other’s erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. 
          	
          	His attention goes back to the honey-colored thighs. He eagerly puts his mouth on the skin, feeling it slip between his mouth as he sucks harder than before. He’s sure this is going to leave a darker bruise.
          	
          	Hoseok is a whining mess at this point. The feeling of Yoongi’s mouth on his skin feels like heaven itself.

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Yoongi places sweet kisses on Hoseok’s thighs. Damn, those thighs can distract him sometimes. He usually puts his hand on them not being able to resist the urge to squeeze them, even if other people gives him weird looks. Yoongi squeezes them at that thought and the other whines.
          
          He looks up to see Hoseok slowly panting and gripping the bed sheets. He smirks as he sees the other’s cheeks dusted with a bright red blush. He looks back down at the younger’s thighs. He said it once and he’ll say it again, he really like Hoseok’s thighs.
          His mouth goes to the middle of the younger’s thighs and he slowly starts sucking. He sucks a little faster when he hears Hoseok whine once more. 
          
          After a few more seconds, he detaches his mouth only to see a bright red dot. Man, he didn’t know how much he loved doing this until now. 
          
          He goes to the other leg, looking for a new place to mark the younger.  He finds a spot not so far away from the others crotch. He smirks as he sees the other’s erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. 
          
          His attention goes back to the honey-colored thighs. He eagerly puts his mouth on the skin, feeling it slip between his mouth as he sucks harder than before. He’s sure this is going to leave a darker bruise.
          
          Hoseok is a whining mess at this point. The feeling of Yoongi’s mouth on his skin feels like heaven itself.

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Jimin walked over to the window and reflected on his old surroundings. He had always loved worn-down South Korea with its boiled, bewildered buildings. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.
          
          Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a considerate figure of Jeon Jungkook.
          
          Jimin gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a kind, arrogant, tea drinker with tall fingers and short legs. His friends saw him as an anxious, amused angel. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a puny toddler.
          
          But not even a kind person who had once made a cup of tea for a puny toddler, was prepared for what Jeon had in store today.
          
          The snow flurried like talking kitten, making Jimin amused. Jimin grabbed a dull record that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
          
          As Jimin stepped outside and Jeon came closer, he could see the light smile on his face.
          
          Jeon gazed with the affection of 2917 understanding funkelplopping flamingos. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
          
          Jimin looked back, even more amused and still fingering the dull record. "Jeon, I love you," he replied.
          
          They looked at each other with grateful feelings, like two brave, boiled bird smiling at a very energetic wedding, which had classical music playing in the background and two brave uncles dancing to the beat.
          
          Jimin regarded Jeon's masculine fingers and thin legs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Jimin with a delighted grin.
          
          Jeon looked amazed, his emotions blushing like a condemned, cooperative camera.
          
          Then Jeon came inside for a nice cup of tea.
          
          THE END