‘Oh, Jungkookie…you understand to not ever confer with your hyung like that…. Especially once you promised to invite him to the next ‘get together’. ’ Hobi reacts in a mocking drool, moving the door quietly shut as he does so behind him as he begins to make his way over to the two of you, lifting his shirt over his head.
‘Its my change- hyung. ’ Jungkook growls, their supply going near you possessively as he pulls you behind him, eyes thinking about Hoseok.
‘And yet…I have always been your hyung, therefore if i’d like one thing you have…i will go on it away from you. ’ the older child states, their words growing darker and darker as he comes to face prior to you, eyes pinned for you as he rips the pillow out of your grasp.
It was a various part to Hoseok than just about any you’d see before. He was kind, gentle, and funny, among other things when he was performing, chatting, or actually wearing all his clothes. Nevertheless now, with him endured if your wanting to, appearing like a crazy animal planning to stalk straight down their victim, you couldn’t help but imagine exactly exactly what those dancers sides would feel just like snapping into yours.
You gasp as his hand reaches away to grasp your breast, eyes going mockingly to Jungkook who had been simply sat here, look burning holes into Hoseok since the older boy’s supply covered around your ribcage and then he settled on the couch behind you, pulling you straight back against him while he got comfortable.