Turning to the mirror, he reached for a small makeup pouch. A swipe of gloss added a sheen to his already full lips, making them glisten with a soft, tempting allure. He puckered slightly, admiring the effect.
"Kissable..." Jimin grinned. His cheeks warmed as he tilted his head, brushing a loose strand of hair back.
"Perfect."
With one last glance, he smirked. "Let's see how long you last, Hyung." °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Taehyung's Room
The door creaked open, and Taehyung looked up from his phone, his relaxed expression freezing as his gaze landed on Jimin. His eyes widened, and for a moment, time itself seemed to slow.
Jimin leaned casually against the doorframe, a vision framed by the amber glow of the evening sun. The soft, oversized sweater he wore draped tantalizingly off one slender shoulder, revealing a delicate expanse of smooth, bare skin that glowed like porcelain. The neckline hung loose, teasing the curve of his collarbone and the faint blush of his neck.
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[Jimin look's Something like this . sorry for terrible editing.]
The hem of the sweater-too short, far too short-barely brushed the tops of his thighs, leaving his legs gloriously bare. His skin was flawless, the smooth lines of his toned calves and soft thighs drawing attention with every small, graceful shift of his stance. The material hugged him just enough to hint at the shape beneath while remaining loose enough to suggest something purely accidental, even as it was anything but.
A subtle sheen of lip gloss glistened on his lips, making them look impossibly soft and kissable. They parted slightly, a hint of a pout curving them in a way that was far too innocent for the effect it had. His eyes, wide and bright, sparkled with a hint of playful mischief beneath their long lashes.
He had intended to look bold, daring-sexy. But the combination of the oversized sweater swallowing his slight frame, the way it dipped too low on one side, and his naturally soft, heart-shaped features left him with an aura of irresistible sweetness. He was a contradiction-enticingly seductive yet heartbreakingly cute.
Taehyung swallowed, his throat dry. "You look..."
"Bored," Jimin interrupted with a small, dramatic pout, stepping further into the room with the grace of a cat who knew he had captured his prey's full attention. "I want to watch a movie, Hyung."
Taehyung blinked, struggling to focus. His voice caught before he managed, "Don't d... don't you think it's too short to wear in this weather?" His brow furrowed as his eyes traced the delicate dip of Jimin's collarbone, the warm glow highlighting every tempting curve. "What if you catch a cold?"
Jimin grinned, twirling a strand of hair with exaggerated sass. "I won't." He winked, his lips curling into a pouty smile. "I'm hot."
Taehyung's lips parted as if to retort, but Jimin didn't wait for a response. With a playful bounce, he pushed away from the doorframe.
