Our Obsessions #2

As the minutes ticked by, the cabin filled with the low murmur of Taehyung and Jungkook's voices as they discussed the intricate details of their international business dealings. The air was thick with the weight of their words, the power and influence they wielded palpable.

Yn sat hunched over the table, her small frame dwarfed by the cavernous sofa. She worked diligently, her pen scratching across the paper as she focused on the tasks assigned to her. Despite her best efforts, the long hours and the emotional turmoil of the day began to take their toll.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting the room in a warm, amber glow, Yn felt her eyelids growing heavy. She blinked, trying to stave off the exhaustion, but it was a losing battle. Slowly, her head dipped forward, her cheek coming to rest on the cool surface of the table.

Taehyung and Jungkook were deep in discussion, their brows furrowed as they pored over the documents spread out before them. It was some time before they noticed the absence of the soft scratching of pen on paper, the silence broken only by their own low murmurs.

Glancing up, they spotted Yn's still form, her small body curled up on the sofa like a child's drawing of a sleeper. Jungkook's eyes narrowed, a slow smile spreading across his face as he took in the sight of her parted lips, the soft, almost imperceptible drool that had gathered at the corner of her mouth.

Taehyung followed his gaze, his own eyes softening as he looked at the sleeping girl. He felt a strange warmth bloom in his chest, a tenderness that he had never experienced before. It was a foreign sensation, but not an unwelcome one.

Rising slowly from his seat, Taehyung made his way towards the sofa, Jungkook following close behind. They moved with a caution that was at odds with their usual brutal efficiency, as if they were afraid to startle the sleeping beauty.

As they drew closer, they could see the way Yn's long lashes fluttered against her pale cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply. She looked so small, so vulnerable, so completely at peace.

Taehyung sat down on one side of her, while Jungkook took the other. They sat in silence, their eyes fixed on Yn's sleeping face, watching the way her brows furrowed slightly as if she were lost in a dream.

Neither man could quite understand the strange protectiveness they felt towards the mute girl. They were known for their cruelty, their ruthless ambition, their complete lack of mercy towards anyone who dared to cross them.

But here, in this moment, they felt a softness that they had never known before. A gentleness that was at odds with the brutal world they inhabited.

Taehyung reached out, his large hand hovering over Yn's smaller one. Slowly, carefully, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Jungkook mirrored his actions on the other side, his fingers grazing the soft skin of Yn's cheek.

They sat there, the two most feared men in Seoul, their hearts softening in the presence of the innocent girl who had somehow captured their attention. They knew that this moment of tenderness was fleeting, that the harsh realities of their world would eventually intrude.

But for now, they allowed themselves to bask in the warmth of Yn's innocent slumber, their dark eyes drinking in the sight of her like a man dying of thirst. They knew that they were playing with fire, that their softness towards Yn was a dangerous game.

But in that moment, lost in the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft parting of her lips, they couldn't bring themselves to care. They were lost, captured by the pull of her innocence, the purity of her soul.

And as the sun dipped lower, casting the room in a deep, rich amber glow, the three of them sat there, suspended in a moment of fragile, heartbreaking beauty. A moment that would be etched in their memories forever, a testament to the power of an innocent girl's sleepy charm.

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Yn stirred from her deep slumber, the gentle touch of fingers on her cheeks rousing her from the depths of sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself staring into the intense, dark gazes of Taehyung and Jungkook. The sight of the two formidable men looming over her made her heart leap into her throat, a gasp escaping her lips.

Panic gripped Yn as she realized where she was and who she was with. She had fallen asleep while working, a cardinal sin in the eyes of her demanding bosses. Surely they would be furious, would scold her for her laziness and lack of professionalism. Her hands flew to her chest as she began to sign a frantic apology, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

"Stop," Taehyung said softly, his large hand closing around her smaller one, stilling its desperate movements. "You don't need to apologize, Miss Min."

Jungkook echoed his brother's words, his own hand cupping her other cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over the soft skin. "It's alright. We know it's late, and you've had a long day."

Yn blinked up at them, her wide eyes searching their faces for any sign of anger or displeasure. But all she found was a gentle understanding, a warmth that made her heart flutter in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

Taehyung glanced at his watch, a sleek and expensive piece of machinery that glinted in the fading light. "It's getting late," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You should go home and get some rest. We can continue this tomorrow."

Yn felt the tension drain from her body as she realized that they were not going to punish her for her lapse in judgment. Instead, they were being kind, considerate even. It was a side of them that she had never seen before, a softness that made her feel cherished and valued.

A slow smile spread across her face, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and a tentative happiness. The brothers felt their own hearts respond to her smile, a strange warmth blossoming in their chests. It was a foreign sensation, but not an unwelcome one.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Yn's smiling face, the way her eyes danced with a joy that was pure and untainted. He felt a sudden, fierce desire to see that smile on her face always, to be the cause of her happiness.

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As the night fell over Seoul, the glittering skyscrapers and bustling streets giving way to the soft glow of the moon, Yn stepped out of the Jeon Corporation building. She clutched her bag tightly to her chest, her heart still racing from her encounter with the two brothers. The cool night air brushed against her flushed cheeks as she made her way to the subway station, her mind a whirlwind of confused thoughts.

Back in their sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the city, Taehyung and Jungkook retired to their shared bedroom. They had always been close, their bond forged in the fires of their difficult childhood and the brutal world they inhabited. Sleeping in the same room, in the same bed, was a testament to the depth of their connection.

Taehyung emerged from the en suite bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips. The fabric strained against his muscular thighs, the damp material clinging to his skin. As he walked, the towel rode lower, revealing the sharp V-line of his hips and the tantalizing outline of his manhood. His chiseled chest glistened with beads of water, the moonlight casting shadows across his sculpted abs.

Jungkook was already sprawled on the massive king-sized bed, his long, lean body clad in a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. The thin fabric did little to conceal his own impressive assets, the outline of his thick, heavy cock clearly visible. He lounged on the bed, his arms behind his head, his eyes closed as he lost himself in thought.

As Taehyung approached the bed, Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, his gaze raking over his brother's nearly naked form. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he took in the sight of Taehyung's dripping wet body, the way the towel clung to his every contour.

"Nice view," Jungkook purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "You should go commando more often, hyung."

Taehyung snorted, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Jealous, little brother?" he teased, dropping the towel and letting it pool on the floor. His thick, heavy cock swung free, already half-hard and twitching with arousal.

Jungkook's eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of his brother's impressive manhood, his own cock stirring to life in his boxers. "Always," he growled, reaching out to grab Taehyung's hip and yanking him down onto the bed.

They tumbled onto the plush mattress, a tangle of muscular limbs and heated skin. Jungkook rolled on top of Taehyung, pinning his brother beneath him. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of Taehyung's ear as he whispered, "I can't stop thinking about her, hyung. That little girl, Yn... she's gotten under my skin."

Taehyung shuddered beneath his brother, his hands coming up to grip Jungkook's biceps. "I know," he breathed, tilting his head to the side to give Jungkook better access to his neck. "She's not like anyone we've ever met before. That innocence, that purity... it's intoxicating."

Jungkook nipped at Taehyung's earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "I want to corrupt her," he growled, his hips rolling forward to grind his hardening cock against his brother's thigh. "I want to make her scream my name, to feel her tight little pussy clenching around my cock as I fuck her into oblivion."

Taehyung groaned, his fingers digging into Jungkook's skin as he arched up against him. "We can't," he gasped, even as his own cock throbbed with need. "She's too innocent, too pure. We can't taint her with our darkness."

Jungkook chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down to wrap around Taehyung's aching shaft. "Too pure for us?" he mocked, stroking his brother's thick length with a teasing, maddeningly slow rhythm. "I think she's just the right kind of innocent to be broken in by us."

Taehyung shuddered, his hips bucking up into Jungkook's touch. "We'll ruin her," he warned, even as he ached to feel Jungkook's cock buried deep inside Yn's tight, virgin heat.

"We'll ruin her for anyone else," Jungkook agreed, his voice a dark promise. "She'll never want another man after she's had a taste of the Jeon brothers."

As the night deepened and the moon cast its silvery glow over their entwined bodies, Taehyung and Jungkook lost themselves in a tangle of heated kisses and wandering hands. They explored each other's bodies with a familiarity and a hunger that spoke of years of shared passion.

Their minds drifted to the sweet, innocent girl who had captured their attention, their hearts, their very souls. They whispered her name between kisses, their voices rough with desire and a tenderness that belied their cruel natures.

As sleep finally claimed them, their bodies remained entwined, their limbs tangled beneath the sheets. They dreamed of Yn, of her soft skin and her trusting eyes. They dreamed of corrupting her, of making her theirs in every way possible.

And as the night wore on, the brothers slept, their hearts beating in sync, their dreams filled with the ghost of a girl who had bewitched them body and soul. The stage was set for a dark and twisted tale of love, power, and the destructive consequences of desire.

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