yeeee

and those juicy perky tits sitting perfectly under the fabric. He turns slowly, watching how everything moves with him. For a second the nerves fade and that old stripper confidence flickers back. He looks good. Really good.

With teary eyes , biting his lips to stop himself from simling too much, Taehyung softly, very softly said , “Yes.” -fin- ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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bro is raising dat child alone

a taekookau where- "You treat me so well; sometimes I just want to really ask you what are we, you know?" Taehyung hopes the tremour in his voice is not heard over his laugh. Jungkook chuckles, "you're my best friend, hyung. Really." Taehyung's smile dims, he nods, "o-of course, let's go. Everyone might be waiting for us to practise." Taehyung walks around Jungkook towards the rehearsal room. Jungkook swallows, watching Taehyung go as he finally uncrosses his two fingers behind his back with a sad smile of his own.

Few dates later ♡

The hand stayed right where it was. “If I didn’t, would you have said anything to me at all?" "No," Taehyung simply said, leaning more into the warmth, "You gave a lot of stress to dad, in the past few months and I'm asked to stay away from a Jeon."

What do you guys think ?

And finally, on the third try, they managed something close enough to a kiss. A little teeth. A little laugh. A lot of warmth. It wasn’t perfect. But it was them.

Taehyung leaned back, shaking the bottle like a magic 8-ball. No answers. Only more confusion.