"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡'𝙨 🍆 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚? 😈🔥"
Smut/Sex (a lot)
☆ THIS BOOK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYONE'S PERSONAL LIFE OR FEELINGS. EVERYTHING INSIDE IS FICTIONAL.
YOU ARE FREE TO LEAVE IF YOU FEEL TRIGGE...
The bright lights of the studio finally dimmed as the director yelled,
"Cut! Excellent!" Taehyung blinked a few times, letting the reality sink in.
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Four days.
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Four long, exhausting days of nonstop shooting with Jimin and Yoongi. And now, it was done. The music video that would mark the beginning of their K-pop journey was finally complete.
He let out a breath, his shoulders slumping in relief, but excitement quickly replaced his fatigue.
His first thought?
Namjoon.
He needed to tell his husband, *his rock*, that they'd done it. That his dream of becoming a K-pop idol was finally happening.
The thought of hearing Namjoon's deep, comforting voice filled his heart with warmth.
Pulling out his phone, Taehyung dialed Namjoon's number, anticipation bubbling inside him. The phone rang... and rang... and rang.
No answer.
He frowned but quickly dismissed the knot forming in his stomach. Namjoon was busy; they both were. That was normal, right? He tried again, biting his lip. Still, no answer.
*It's been three days since we actually talked...* Taehyung thought, his thumb hovering over the call button again. His heart did a little flip-flop.
He had been so caught up with the shoot, and Namjoon with his own work. When was the last time they'd had a real conversation? He wasn't sure anymore.
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