Namjoon placed Taehyung down on the bed with ease, his grip firm but careful, like he was handling something precious. Taehyung barely had time to process before Namjoon was already leaning over him, his broad frame casting a shadow, his presence suffocating.
Taehyung scowled and immediately pushed himself back against the headboard
V(Kim Taehyung )
Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)
V(Kim Taehyung )
What the hell do you think you’re doing?
His voice was sharp, but the way his breath hitched at Namjoon’s proximity betrayed him.
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