"F-Fuck~", Baekhyun moaned out as he continued to rock his hips on Chanyeol's thick cock.

Chanyeol bit his bottom lip, trying his best to contain his moans because he knew that if he didn't then his neighbors would hear for sure.

Occasionally after every one of Baekhyun's thrust, Chanyeol would hit his prostate against Baekhyun's. Giving it his all.

"Ah, Chanyeol!"

"I love it when you scream my name, baby." Chanyeol said through his smirk as he tightened his grip on Baekhyun's hips, strong enough so that they would leave a mark the next day.

Chanyeol threw his head back as Baekhyun picked up his pace.

In between moans Baekhyun finally managed to let out, "I'm so c-close. Oh my god."

Chanyeol opened his eyes to catch a glance at Baekhyun. God, he looks so fucking beautiful, Chanyeol thought. Strands of his hair were sticking to his forehead due to the amount of sweat he worked up while riding Chanyeol. His mouth slightly parted open as moans continued to escape his swollen lips from their make out session from earlier.

Baekhyun's legs were starting to burn, but he didn't care. He was so close, and the pain only added to the pleasure.

A warm feeling built up in his lower half, and he finally came, spreading his white seed all over Chanyeol's stomach.

Baekhyun immediately felt weak, but wasn't done. He slowly, but surely continued to ride out his orgasm, and that's all Chanyeol needed to cum right inside of Baekhyun.

Baekhyun hummed feeling Chanyeol fill him up.

Chanyeol softly smiled at Baekhyun, "You did so good."

This comment made Baekhyun's cheeks slightly turn a soft shade of pink. He rolled his eyes and playfully hit Chanyeol's chest, "Shut up."  He took a deep breath before laying down right next to him.

He lifted the blankets up to his chest and snuggled into them. He closed his eyes, but when he felt an intense stare on him, his eyes immediately shot back open. "What," Baekhyun asked clearly agitated.

Chanyeol carefully scanned over Baekhyun's body. "Don't you want to clean up?"

"...Later."

"I can clean you, if you want. I can get a wet towel and-,"

Baekhyun turned over, leaving Chanyeol to just stare at his bare back. "Just...Shut up and go to sleep."

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"Hey, babyboy~" Taehyung greeted as Jungkook got settled into the passenger seat of his car.

"Hi, daddy."

They both leaned into a kiss which lasted longer than Jungkook expected. He pulled away from the kiss with the biggest smile on his face. "Missed me?"

Taehyung smirked, "Maybe. What were you doing at the mall?"

Jungkook ruffled up his hair a bit before answering, "Just doing a bit of shopping. My mom is having some sort of dinner party that I of course have to go to, and I had to get an outfit to wear."

Taehyung lifted his eyebrows, "What's the dinner party for?"

"I don't even know-,"

"Where is it?"

"Where is what?"

"Your outfit."

"Oh, right. I couldn't find anything, but it's whatever I guess. I can always just throw something together."

Once Taehyung heard those last words escape Jungkook's lips he immediately started up his car.

"Where are we going?" Jungkook asked putting his seatbelt on.

"Shopping."

The two sat in silence for awhile as Taehyung drove them to their next destination. Taehyung noticed a slight change in Jungkook's mood, and decided to spark up a conversation with him. But he soon realized that Jungkook must've had the same idea as him because as soon as he opened his mouth to speak Jungkook cut him off.

"Do you think I'm a terrible person?" Jungkook finally questioned staring out the window and biting his nails anxiously.

"No, why do you ask?" Taehyung questioned Jungkook, briefly taking his eyes off the road.

"My best friend- You know what nevermind. It's nothing. I'll just deal with it later."

"Are you sure? We can talk about it now if you'd like. It's never good to bottle things up..." Taehyung dragged out his last sentence because he knew that Jungkook's best friend was Baekhyun. He was curious about what Jungkook had to say about his brother. Maybe he knew about his whereabouts.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "I said nevermind, so just drop it."

Taehyung raised his eyebrows at Jungkook's stubbornness. Jungkook never talked to him like that before simply because he knew better. Taehyung shrugged, he'd just teach him a lesson later.

"You look cute in those glasses." Taehyung said resting his hands on Jungkook's thigh.

Jungkook covered his blush with his sweater paws, "I know..."

It honestly made Jungkook's heart skip a beat whenever Taehyung gave him compliments. He loved to be spoiled with comments of endearment.

The two sat in silence for the rest of the car ride. It wasn't awkward, just quiet. They both felt comfortable with each other, so the silence was nothing. They didn't even notice they were sitting in silence.

All they knew was that they enjoyed each other's presence.

Taehyung finally pulled into a parking spot and instructed Jungkook to get out of the car. Once they were both out of the car Taehyung pulled his face mask up and walked over to the passenger side of the car and intertwined his and Jungkook's hand.

Jungkook looked up at him with a puzzled facial expression.

"What?"

It looked as if Taehyung didn't even try to hide his identity. He was wearing a white see through shirt, making his torso tattoos quite evident, blue skinny jeans, and a black beanie, with of course a black face mask. It wasn't a lot, but you would think the citizens of Seoul would pick up on the little details of Taehyung's appearance as often as they've seen him on every news channel.

"That's all you need to protect your identity?" Jungkook questioned genuinely worried about Taehyung getting caught more than he worried about his own well being of even being seen with Taehyung.

Taehyung took note of this.

Taehyung scoffed as he began walking with Jungkook following right behind him, "The residents of Seoul aren't exactly the brightest, doll."

When Taehyung didn't feel Jungkook right on his heel anymore he turned around and saw that Jungkook planted himself in the middle of the sidewalk with a pout on his lips, "And?"

Taehyung sighed before returning to Jungkook's side, "And I've been in public plenty of times regardless of my status. They won't notice."

Jungkook seemed to stand his ground, his lips still in a pout.

"I promise."

Jungkook side eyed Taehyung, "You promise?"

"Yes, doll. I promise." Taehyung pulled his face mask down and gave Jungkook a peck on his cheek, "Now, can we go inside?"

"Mkay," Jungkook squeaked before finally walking away.

Mkay? What the fuck is mkay? "What does mkay me-," Taehyung immediately stopped talking when he realized that Jungkook walked off without him. He shook his head before doing a quick jog to catch up with him. He swiftly grabbed Jungkook's hand in his and the two casually continued their stride. Taehyung didn't seem to mind the handholding but Jungkook, on the other hand, was screaming internally.

Jungkook found the difference in size between their hands to be quite...endearing.

Jungkook wasn't even paying attention to where they were walking. He was somewhat out of it as he was in the middle of a daydream. Jungkook was fantasizing about what it would feel like with Taehyung hands wrapping themselves around his neck and have him-

"Hello, welcome to Gucci~"

Jungkook's head shot up and he was immediately overwhelmed. He turned to Taehyung, who nodded at the greeter, "Oh no, daddy. Can we please leave?" Jungkook begged tugging on Taehyung's wrist.

Taehyung looked down at Jungkook who was pouting and frowned, "Why? You told me that your mom took you shopping, but you couldn't find anything. So, I don't see the big deal-,"

"This isn't the same!"

Taehyung just kept his stride ignoring Jungkook's pleads.

"Daddy, I can't..."

Taehyung sighed as he finally stopped at a rack of clothing. He looked through the clothes, and picked up whatever caught his eye. He held a particular red dress up to Jungkook.

Jungkook slowly pushed the dress away, "Daddy, I cant afford this."

Taehyung laid the dress over his forearm and continued to look through the rack, ignoring Jungkook.

Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest. Why the hell is he still looking? Did he not just hear me? "Daddy, I literally have like twenty on me. I genuinely cannot afford anything in here-,"

"You may not be able to, but I can."

This shut Jungkook up. He looked at Taehyung with wide eyes, "Oh..."

"Doll, you will never have to worry about another bill in your entire life being with me."

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"Your smile, your laugh, the way your face lights up when you dance. Everything. Everything about you is cute, Jung Hoseok."

"Oh really?" Hoseok questioned while cheesing from ear to ear, showing off his dimples.

Yoongi nodded resting his hand on his palm as he stared at Hoseok with the most admiration.

Hoseok just laughed into his hand, "Ah, hyung I'm flattered. I've never heard you compliment anyone else in the gang like this before. I'm truly honored."

Yoongi made a confused face, "Never?"

Hoseok continued to laugh, "Never..." Hoseok's laugh slowly started to die down. "I know you're only doing this to make me feel better about the whole Jimin situation, but I promise you don't have to do this. I'll get over it eventually."

"What? I can't compliment you just cause?"

"Not without saying 'No Homo', hyung." Hoseok laughed shrugging.

"No homo?"

"Yes, no homo. If you don't say no homo before saying something gay then you're gay. I don't make the rules of the lgbt community, Yoongi."

Hoseok tried his hardest to keep a straight face after saying such a thing, but eventually he cracked and started to smile. Still wanting to try and keep a straight face Hoseok covered his smile with his hand and avoided eye contact with Yoongi.

Yoongi shook his head, "Aish, don't cover your smile." He proceeded to crawl across Hoseok's bed until he reached the edge where Hoseok was. He sat down next to him, and gently placed his hand on top of Hoseok's. He slowly lowered Hoseok's hand, revealing his bright smile.

Yoongi returned a gummy one.

The room suddenly became quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was their heartbeats. Both of their smiles slowly faltered, and Hoseok felt the tension so he tried to look anywhere but Yoongi's eyes.

But Yoongi wouldn't allow it.

He placed both of his hands on either side of Hoseok's cheeks and forced him to look at him. Finally with their eyes meeting again Yoongi mustered up the courage to say, "Hoseok, I-,"

Hoseok jumped up from his bed due to a loud scream coming from outside of his bedroom. "Did you hear that? What the hell is going on?"'

"Hoseok, can I just-,"

Hoseok shook his head and removed Yoongi's hands from his face, "No, let's go see what is was. It sounded like Namjoon."

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"I don't even know where to start..." Jungkook sighed looking at all the clothing Taehyung brought into the dressing room for him to try on.

"Try this one first." Taehyung stated holding up the short red dress, "I think it'll suit your thighs nicely."

Jungkook blushed before taking the dress from Taehyung's hands. "Okay, but first...turn around."

"Oh please, as if I haven't seen practically every inch of you already. Why are you being so shy now, doll?" Taehyung questioned raising his eyebrows. "Go ahead, babyboy. Strip."

"And if I don't?"

Taehyung scoffed sitting back down on the seats in the fitting room that they occupied. "That's bold of you, but I know you wouldn't dare go against my wishes. You know better."

"And it's bold of you to assume that I'm nothing more than a sub." Jungkook stated kicking off his shoes. "Ya know...," he started "Power bottoms do exist."

Taehyung choked and looked at Jungkook with a puzzled face.

"I know something else you could be choking on, daddy..."

"I-,"

Jungkook bust out into a fit of laughter, "I'm kidding. I could never."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, but nonetheless let a small smile creep on his face. Jungkook's giggle truly was music to his ears. He bit his bottom lip trying to contain himself as he watched Jungkook take off his black sweater, revealing his milky skin that Taehyung wanted to litter in hickeys so bad.

He began to tap his foot impatiently. God, he couldn't wait to give Jungkook his punishment.

Next off was his black skinny jeans, which did Jungkook's thighs no justice in Taehyung's opinion. The jeans could have been skinner. Taehyung threw his head back in annoyance after watching Jungkook teasingly wiggle his ass out of the jeans. Showing off his nice ass in a pair of black lace underwear.

Just wait a little more. Then he can receive his punishment. Just a little more. Taehyung thought eagerly.

Without even realizing it, Jungkook was already changed into the red dress that Taehyung insisted that he should try on. Jungkook had to snap Taehyung back into reality, quite literally.

Snapping his fingers, Jungkook raised his voice a bit. "You beg me to try on the dress, and now you won't even look at me?"

Taehyung shook his head, regaining his thoughts. He met eyes with Jungkook before carefully looking him up and down. "Wow."

"Just wow?" Jungkook frowned at Taehyung's one worded response. He expected more from Taehyung. He glanced at himself in the full body mirror. "Do I look that bad?"

Taehyung tilted his head in confusion. He stood up from where he was sitting, and made his way over to where Jungkook was standing, who was still looking at himself in disgust.

Jungkook sighed, "I guess this isn't the one then.." His words slowly started to come to a halt when he saw Taehyung suddenly standing behind him in the mirror. Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook's tiny waist, rested his head on Jungkook's shoulder and shook his head whilst pulling his face mask down. "What are you talking about, doll? You look beautiful."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "No, I don't. Now, can you please let me go so I can try on another dress." Jungkook unraveled Taehyung's arms and started to make his way to the other side of the fitting room until Taehyung's grabbed him and pulled him back into his hold. "Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast."

The two were back in the same position as before.

Taehyung slowly swayed side to side. "Doll, look at yourself. You look absolutely stunning. Well, you look stunning every time I see you, but this is different. The way the dress insinuates every curve of your body, especially those God forsaken thighs. Mhm, I could devour you right now. The second you put on the dress I could see the way your eyes lit up from all the way over there. You saw how beautiful you looked in it too. You know how sexy you look. I know you do, baby."

Jungkook shyly tried to bury himself from embarrassment in Taehyung's chest. "Daddy, stop..."

Taehyung smirked, leaned into Jungkook's ear, and whispered in a low voice, "And now you love the dress even more because all you needed was daddy's approval. All you needed was daddy to tell you how good you looked in it because you love compliments. You love being spoiled by daddy. Hm, doll. Isn't that right?"

Not only did a blush slowly creep on Jungkook's cheeks, but his knees also became weak from how easily Taehyung's words slipped off his tongue. Jungkook's breath became hitched when he felt Taehyung press his now hard member against his ass. "Daddy, not right now."

Taehyung began to kiss along Jungkook's jawline. "Hm? What was that?"

Jungkook let out a soft moan, "Daddy, please..."

Taehyung teasingly started to lift up the bottom of Jungkook's dress, revealing exactly what he wanted. His cold long fingers traced Jungkook's thigh as he continued to attack his neck. Slowly lifting the dress up further and further. "Daddy, please what?"

Taehyung's hand gently grazed over Jungkook's member feeling how hard he had also become. Taehyung sucked harder on Jungkook's sensitive spot causing Jungkook to let out a moan louder than he expected.

Knock Knock

"Hello, this is Jiyeon. The one who helped you two earlier. Other costumers including myself have been hearing a few noises coming from inside here. Is everything okay in there?"

Taehyung smirked. "Did you hear that, doll. Everyone else in the store can hear how desperate you are."

Let the punishment begin.

"Answer her." Taehyung demanded.

Taehyung wasn't doing much, but it was making Jungkook so fucking weak. "Mm, if I do I'll-,"

Taehyung smacked Jungkook ass.

"Ah, fuck! Yes, yes. Oh my God, yes. We're fine."

"Oh..Well, if you need anything please don't be afraid to ask." Jiyeon stated as she began to walk away from the fitting room.

Jungkook lowered his voice again, "Please, please do that again. Harder."

Taehyung smacked Jungkook's ass again, but this time with much more force. A slap that would definitely leave a handprint.

"Fuck!"

Jiyeon stopped in her tracks in disbelief. She looked up and met eyes with another worker who was in the midst of assisting other costumers. Both workers just stood there shocked for a brief moment. Not even a second later Jiyeon shrugged it off. Who knows what could be going on in there. It was a fitting room after all. Maybe a certain outfit didn't work out, or just anything. Anything at all. Maybe it was a scream of frustration. Jiyeon didn't want to assume the worst because she wasn't trained for the worst.

So, she went back to her post and was ready to help any costumer that needed it.

Taehyung pressed down on Jungkook's bulge causing Jungkook to let out another string of moans. Jungkook pushed himself off of Taehyung's chest and turned to face him. He grabbed a fistful of Taehyung's shirt, pulled him closer, and smashed their lips together.

They kissed each other as if their lives depended on it.

Taehyung pulled away from the kiss out of breath, "Damn, baby you taste so good." Jungkook smirked.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow before he went back to exploring every inch of Jungkook's mouth, and led Jungkook's back straight into a wall. Taehyung grabbed onto Jungkook's thighs and Jungkook jumped into his arms, wrapping his legs around Taehyung's waist.

Jungkook couldn't help but to moan as Taehyung continued to suck hard on his sensitive spot.

They continued to make out until Taehyung led them both to the lounge chair in the dressing room. Taehyung carefully laid Jungkook down on his back, biting down on Jungkook's neck.

Taehyung hovered above Jungkook admiring his swollen lips. Taehyung didn't realize how long he had been staring until Jungkook wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him back down into a forceful kiss.

Taehyung smirked into the kiss. Somebody's a little eager. Their lips remained locked as Taehyung began to teasingly grind on top of Jungkook. Their clothed members coming into contact with each other. Jungkook moaned into the kisses.

Taehyung pulled away hearing how needy his baby had become. He maintained lustful eye contact with his doll, "You look so beautiful."

Jungkook blushed and timidly looked away from Taehyung's stare. Taehyung playfully rolled his eyes before grabbing Jungkook's face forcing him to look at him. "And don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Jungkook was at a loss for words until Taehyung went back to attacking his neck. "Mm~"

Taehyung's slowly made his way down to Jungkook's lower region, and teasingly pressed his hand on top of his bulging member.

He grabbed the hem of Jungkook's panties and slid them down. "God, look at how hard you are for me."

Jungkook blushed immensely as he hid his face behind his hand. He felt so exposed. Taehyung shook his head as he teasingly rubbed Jungkook's tip, "Oh, now my baby is shy? What happened to the doll that was just teasing me earlier?"

Jungkook bit his bottom lip to contain his moans, "Mm~"

Taehyung slowly began to pump Jungkook's member. "Let daddy hear you."

Jungkook gripped Taehyung's forearm and arched his back. Taehyung tilted his head as his hand began to pump faster and faster. "Come on, baby. Let me hear those beautiful moans of yours. Let them hear how beautifully you say my name, hm."

Hearing Taehyung seductively remind him how they were others who could hear all the filthy things they were doing made him even more horny. He couldn't help the fact that he was an exhibitionist. He just really loved the thought of others hearing, and maybe even eventually watching him getting fucked.

Jungkook couldn't help but to get louder with every moan, and with every moan bystander costumers became uncomfortable.

Jiyeon's coworker excused herself from the costumer she was attending to and walked past Jiyeon who was awkwardly folding clothes.

She knocked on the door with much more force than what Jiyeon had done before. "Excuse me, but we need this dressing room."

She got no response.

"I'm sure you both have had enough time to try on your items...Hello? Excuse me?"

Nothing.

She kept her cool, but nonetheless rolled her eyes. She grabbed the lanyard that was dangling around her neck, and searched for the fitting room key.

The nosy costumers watched with anticipation.

Just as she was about to put the key in the handle the door swung open revealing two males. The worker was shocked and dropped her keys back down.

"I...I..." She eyed Taehyung and Jungkook up and down with wide eyes.

Taehyung's appearance didn't seemed altered much, but Jungkook on the other hand looked absolutely disheveled. He was still wearing the red dress which hung slightly off his shoulders. He shyly pulled the dress further down his thighs to cover his lower region better. His hair was a mess, hickeys were covering every inch of his body, and both of his and Taehyung's lips were swollen.

The worker hated to be in the situation any longer, so she quickly snapped back into reality. But before she could say anything Jungkook quietly said, "H-Hi...Sorry if we kept others waiting." His voice was a bit raspy but still soft.

The worker cleared her throat and straightened her posture. "You did. You both caused a disruption too."

As the lady continued on with her speech, Taehyung was pulling money out of his wallet.

"I don't know what made you both think that was acceptable-,"

"Here." Taehyung cut her off by handing her an excessive amount of money. "We'll take the dress. Come on, baby. Let's go." Taehyung reached for Jungkook's hand, but Jungkook dodged it.

Jungkook side eyed Taehyung, "Don't." He turned back around and gave the lady a heartwarming smile, "We're sorry again." He walked past her with Taehyung snickering behind him.

"Wait! Sir, you gave me too much. The dress was only-,"

The store's doors closed cutting her off.

Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to walk ahead of Taehyung to his car. "Take me home."

Taehyung continued laughing behind him. "Aw, is my baby upset?"

Jungkook waited at his car and pulled at the locked car door handle, "Just take me home."

Taehyung now stood behind Jungkook with a wide grin on his face. He grabbed Jungkook by his waist and turned him around to face him.

Jungkook avoided eye contact with Taehyung and poked out his bottom lip. Taehyung internally cooed at the sight.

"Are you mad at me? Hm, Jungkookie? Are you mad that I didn't let you cum?"

Jungkook slapped Taehyung on his chest. Taehyung made an over dramatic hurt expression, and placed a hand over the spot Jungkook hit.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not mad that you didn't let me finish..." Jungkook slowly lowered his voice as people began to pass by, "I'm mad that you did that to me in public. How embarrassing."

"That's not what you were saying earlier."

Jungkook gasped, "Daddy."

Taehyung gave Jungkook a quick peck on the lips. "You know I'm just teasing."

Taehyung smirked as he watched Jungkook become an absolute blushing mess. Taehyung didn't know what it was about Jungkook, but something about him was different. It was weird feeling this way towards someone that he was just planning to use. But, part of him wanted to keep Jungkook around for as long as he could. Disgusted with the thought of being mushy towards Jungkook, Taehyung always pushed the thought away.

"Once you drop me off back home I am giving you the dress back to return. I don't want it."

"Whoa, first of all who said I was taking you home? Second of all, I'm not returning anything. You're wearing that dress to the dinner, okay?"

"I don't want to."

"Why because of all the dirty things we did-,"

"Yes, because of that. There is no way I would be able to sit next to my mother in this dress, and she wouldn't even allow it. Its too tight fitting."

Taehyung nodded, "Okay, okay."

"Now, will you take me home?"

"Do I have to?" Taehyung groaned leaning against his car. He might have seemed as if he was joking, but he really didn't want Jungkook to leave.

"Fine, I'll just walk home." Jungkook turned around and started on his way. He actually started going in the wrong direction, but his pride was too big to turn around and embarrass himself even further.

"Babyboy," Taehyung called out.

Jungkook kept walking.

"You're going the wrong way, sweetheart."

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Hoseok ran as fast as he could downstairs with Yoongi following in suit. Hoseok jumped off the last few steps and called out, "Namjoon hyung?!"

Yoongi walked over to their dining room table, and reached under it pulling out a gun. It was one of their many spots as to where they hid weapons.

"Seokjin!"

Yoongi sighed as he now realized that the two lovebirds were arguing, and that there was no actual real emergency. He placed the gun back under the table.

"Answer me!"

Hoseok and Yoongi both made eye contact with each other before racing into the kitchen. The two stopped in their tracks at the entrance of the room, and watched the argument in amusement. The two always fight, but this one seemed serious.

"Who the fuck is texting you, Seokjin?"

Seokjin pointed a finger in Namjoon's face, "That's none of your fucking business. I can text whoever the hell I want."

"I guess you can fuck whoever you want too, huh?"

Seokjin was quiet for a moment.

Namjoon grabbed at his hair, "Oh my God, you're fucking them too aren't you?"

Seokjin got in Namjoon's face, "And if I was?"

Namjoon shoved Seokjin back, "You fucking whore!"

Hoseok was going to intervene, but Yoongi stopped him. Yoongi leaned into Hoseok's ear, "Let them be. It'll die down in a few." Hoseok gave Yoongi a worried look, but listened to his hyung nonetheless.

Seokjin slapped Namjoon across his face,, "Don't you ever talk to me like that again! What gives you the right? Hell, who gave you the right?"

Nmajoon held his cheek, "You know I've never fucking understood you."

"The hell are you going on about, now?"

"What are we, Seokjin? Fuck! I get that we may be friend with benefits, but God I thought there could have been something more. I felt that there could have been something more. Didn't you? Have you ever felt that way towards me? Do you even care about me, or am I just some sex toy to you."

Seokjin rested his hand on the cheek that he slapped, and looked Namjoon in his teary eyes. "The latter."

And with that Seokjin left a speechless Namjoon standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Seokjin pushed past Hoseok and Yoongi, and left right out through the front door.

{a/n~man this quarantine got me fucked up 😔 I'm about to update all my books being locked in this house 💀 but I'm in the mood for writing a vkook teacherxstudent so comment some bts ships you want to see in it or if you want other groups mentioned comment that too 😗}