Warning: Graphic smut
Word Count: 14,138
You run into him at the nightclub a little after two am, around when his usual horde of groupies give up on all prospects of seducing the youngest Jeon son and go home for the night to regroup in the morning. There’s no use in trying to flirt with him when he’s like this. Obviously he’s more interested in drinking and dancing up a storm than their seduction attempts.
So they trickle out of the club, one by one, in a fury over the lack of attention from the handsome bachelor. But you know his type. He’s still half a kid. Once the excitement of the alcohol and the flashy dance floor wears off, new cravings will set in. You wait at the corner of the club, casually swaying by yourself until the youngest Jeon finally tires himself out and takes a seat at his VIP booth with his quasi entourage-esque group of friends. Then you finally make your move.
vendredi 28 avril 2017
Jeon Jungkook Must Die (m)
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