Taehyung lounged on the living room couch, his long legs stretched out, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. His fingers tapped idly against the fabric, a bored pout resting on his lips. It had been four hours of nothingness, and he was losing patience. With a dramatic groan, he threw his head back, letting out a frustrated sigh.
Across the room, Jin sat in an armchair, posture perfect and commanding. Dressed in a crisp white shirt with the top buttons undone, exposing a hint of his sculpted chest, he exuded effortless dominance. His sharp jawline tensed as he finally looked up from his laptop, his dark eyes locking onto Taehyung with an air of quiet authority—but beneath that, there was something softer, something only Taehyung ever got to see.
Kim Seokjin
You’ve been groaning for the past few hours
Jin said, his deep voice smooth yet laced with irritation, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.
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@drawing lover
oh my, really ?😘
2025-03-30
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