Jungkook Genre: Smut Word Count: 3980-ish In hindsight, maybe you weren’t that sorry for not locking the door.
A/N: Holy fuck, this is some extra shit. Read at your own risk. The Kook thirst is real. I had this half-written for a while, and then I got a request that was quite similar, so I thought I’d finish it. I might have a thing for the way Kook says ‘noona.’ Shit.
You knew it was a bad habit, not locking the bedroom door. But locking doors inside your own house had never been required before – growing up, it was discouraged (courtesy of living in a one-bathroom house) – and you didn’t really expect anyone to come barging into your bedroom when you lived in your own apartment.
Then again, you hadn’t expected to have seven rowdy boys hanging out in your small living room that evening, and that happened so…
Okay, you should’ve locked the bedroom door.
But you didn’t.
And that was how you ended up scarring Jeon Jungkook for life. Ish.
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