He pulled him closer--
like instinct. Like gravity had hands.
Jungkook's arms circled Taehyung's waist, tightening, dragging the smaller frame until there was no air left between them. His breath fanned against Taehyung's cheek---hot, shaky, uneven.
And Taehyung--
He just sat there.
Still.
Except his lips.
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They said the faceless singer had written every song for one person. I laughed. Then I met him . . . Mahir x Roshit
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