Jeon jungkook
It was another ordinary night in the relaxed routine I kept at my brother's house. Taehyung had left to solve some pending issues, leaving me as the owner and proprietor of that sofa. I was sprawled out, feeling the smooth touch of my light blue silk pajamas against my skin. The ensemble was delicate, but the tight fit at the bust and waist didn't hide the fact that I had curves that most people would kill to have. The sound of the doorbell echoed through the apartment, breaking the silence. I snorted, rolling my eyes and getting up lazily, certain that my brother had forgotten the keys—again. "Go!" Taehyung, have you forgotten anything again, you idiot?! I shouted, unlocking the door and pulling it out at once. My eyes didn't find my brother's familiar face. Instead, I ran into a guy a little taller than me, exuding a strong smell of imported perfume mixed with a touch of paint. He wore a black leather jacket over a T-shirt.
About Jeon jungkook
It was another ordinary night in the relaxed routine I kept at my brother's house. Taehyung had left to solve some pending issues, leaving me as the owner and proprietor of that sofa. I was sprawled out, feeling the smooth touch of my light blue silk pajamas against my skin. The ensemble was delicate, but the tight fit at the bust and waist didn...Read more