//one-shot//
disclaimer: this chapter is a one-shot and although implicated that it could exist in the SNS universe, it does NOT. this is a stand alone chapter that will not be referenced in any other additional content. so, don't worry!
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JAE'S POV
(translated)
May 19, 2019.
12:14AM
📍New Jersey
"It's awkward with you in here," Jungkook chuckles, his attention paired to the camera but his words being spoken to me.
"Shhh!" I hush him from my position on the couch.
My face is flush from not only trying to contain my own giggles, but also from the freshly opened bottle of red wine that I've been sipping.
It's hard to pretend that I'm not in the room while Jungkook is on VLive; BTS' first night at MetLife Stadium ended less than an hour ago, and now the two of us are in his hotel room. I'm expecting a text from Taehyung at any moment because the three of us usually watch a movie at night in the hotel room— we've become sort of like a movie trio (with an English lesson usually included).
I'm sitting comfortably with my phone on my lap displaying his broadcast: one hand is secured over my mouth to stop myself from saying anything, and the other holding the bottle, while also tapping on the screen to give my boyfriend as many hearts as I can. Swooning at the delectable and gorgeous sight of Jungkook is an easy task when he makes it so easy just existing.
"Hello, everyone," Jungkook says with a large smile. I can tell he is finding my secret presence amusing. "A lot of people are probably on their way home from the concert. I just wanted to say hi."
The silence while he reads the comments is almost enough to break me. I hope he isn't reading the same comments that I am— so much English is flooding my screen. I don't think he can read them fast enough, but I'm sure it's for the better. I've read more than enough comments about people wanting Jungkook to punch them in the face.
"It's just past midnight," Jungkook says, presumably answering someone's question. "Why am I laughing so much?" he reads from the screen before replying with hesitation, "I... I am very happy right now."
It wouldn't be the smartest thing to reveal that I'm in the room with him. We already created enough stir on the internet from our one year anniversary date in NYC two days ago (where we were conveniently photographed). It's becoming difficult to hide me because Jungkook's pokerface is terrible.
Our adventure around New York City on Friday to commemorate a year together was just everything we needed after not seeing each other for nearly a month. Jungkook has been busy with the Speak Yourself Tour and promotions, and I have had a schedule of my own trying to get my name out there, filming with companies such as Buzzfeed Celeb, PeopleTV, Teen Vogue, etc.
We now have matching cookie keychains. Mine is dangling from my phone case, and his is attached to his camera bag. I bought it from a seller on Etsy who makes realistic food keychains. The small purchase was worth the gushy smile and affection Jungkook gave me.
I also gifted him a new stabilizer for his camera (after he broke his in March while trying to vlog me running up the stairs), and Jungkook gave me the most precious charm bracelet. He told me he'll be filling it with charms as more moments pass; right now the bracelet has three: a heart, a star and a cookie.
My boyfriend is rambling to the camera when I snap out of my thoughts.
"The concert was so nice," he continues. "Because of you, ARMY, we make stadiums light up like a night sky. Wow."
I pout at how cute his words are with an audible sound. My reaction must catch his attention, because Jungkook can't help but look over at me. I widen my eyes as red wine dribbles from my lips.
A nervous smile threatens his features when we make eye-contact, but he bites down on his lip to stop himself from showing a knowing reaction to me.
After a short exhale to compose himself, Jungkook directs his attention back to the VLive with a bright smile, saying, "I thought I heard something."
I roll my eyes with a silent petty laugh at his lame excuse. The comments continue to get faster and faster, and from the sight of Jungkook through my phone screen, his twinkling eyes are probably zoning out instead of trying to read one. His blank stare is mesmerizing, tongue rolling around nervously to fill the silent atmosphere. I sigh lowly to myself at the many thoughts swirling in my mind.
"Tomorrow is the last night of the US tour," he speaks with his own subject. "Sleeping well? Yes. I am sleeping very well. These days I am going to sleep later, but I feel refreshed in the morning."
I glance up from my phone to look at him. I'm ogling as I stare at his side profile thinking about the last two nights we've had together. I'm thankful his schedule is lighter while on tour— I don't feel as guilty that he wants to stay up until 4AM. We've been catching up...
"How was New York?" he repeats an English question slowly.
It takes him a moment to register what the word "how" means. Establishing the difference between "how," and "who" is a struggle for Jungkook. He always forgets which one is which. We also haven't been practicing at all lately, so it's been him trying to teach himself for the most part while I'm away and he's on tour.
"Agh. It is so wonderful there. So Amazing," he responds enthusiastically in Korean. "Hopefully when the subtitles come out, the person who asked me will be able to understand my answer."
He chuckles to himself like he is the funniest person on the planet. His eyes get lost in the screen again and I find myself biting my lip harder to stop a reaction at everything he says. The comments are funny; Jungkook struggling to ignore me is funny; everything is just funny now that I'm forced to stay quiet.
"Why no English? Kang Jae is a bad teacher?" he reads after another brief pause. His smile grows as he finishes the question.
"Jae-ya is not a bad teacher," he bites a cute, apprehensive smirk.
Immediately the chat blows up. His referral to me without honorifics has made everyone start spamming the chat room. So many fans are now flooding the chat with everything to do with me— they are so curious. Jungkook and I don't ever directly talk about each other in settings like this.
My boyfriend grows timid after his response, mumbling in a deep voice and wavering glance, "...I am a bad student."
It garners a smile from me.
He is deflecting the attention; his eyes peer back at the camera as if he's full of sorrow for his behavior. The smoldering glance lasts for a brief moment before he laughs, looking off camera to see my reaction only for a second.
Jungkook's cuteness is overloading the room and I'm starting to feel hot and stuffy from my position on the couch.
I shift my weight and lean forward against the arm of the couch to be closer to him. Jungkook doesn't glance at me this time as I set the bottle down on the table, but I can tell that he senses my growing impatience for his attention. I'm antsy for the broadcast to end already.
"Hm. I think it's getting late," he says. "It's been nineteen minutes. I will end at the 20 minute mark."
I'm holding back my urge to make strange noises. The seconds are passing by quickly, and I lock my phone with an over-exaggerated pouty face to get him to look at me.
I lean forward towards him just before the camera can see me, but he still doesn't budge.
"I'm going to take a shower and go to bed," he informs his viewers. "Maybe... I will also shave. I'm a little stubbly."
It's cute how he wants to share everything with them. Except me of course— for right now. I suppose he doesn't want anyone making conclusions about us being together in the room.
"Bye!" he waves with great energy.
I'm almost relieved when the broadcast ends. I feel like I can release a deep breath finally; there is no pressure for me to stay silent.
My boyfriend immediately stands from his chair, his expression mysterious as he looks at me. I'm still as he approaches me. Jungkook's hands are tender when they grab mine.
"You're having so much fun without me," he says sadly.
"Oh, Kook," I sigh with a glinting expression. "You're the only reason I'm having fun."
He leans against the arm of the couch, eyes dancing between me and the bottle of wine. "We should've done the VLive together."
"Maybe if I make my own VLive account," I joke.
It wouldn't make much sense to have me be featured on his band's account. For the same reason, he doesn't post about me on twitter anymore. We've resorted to an ironic TikTok account under my name, and plenty of Instagram Lives together.
Jungkook's zoned out train of thought ends when he picks up the bottle. He was the one who opened it before telling me he wanted to talk to ARMY, but the moment I started giggling at him off screen, it was obvious he became impatient to return his sole attention to me.
"No glasses? Is this the New York way?" he jokes before taking a large gulp of the bottle.
"No," I huff playfully. "It's the 'we're having fun in a thousand dollar hotel suite' way."
We laugh together. I take the bottle away from his grasp and place it down before teasingly pulling on his hands to gain a smile from him. My boyfriend forces a pout back at me, and the two of us are pouting until I successfully get him to lean forward into me. My left hand raises to catch the dark material of his shirt before our lips meet. His confident lips will forever be gentle with me, even during this late stage of our relationship. I smile against him when I feel him lean forward more, his tongue wanting into my mouth.
Our kisses become slightly sloppy when he shifts his weight further into me. We are laughing against each other.
"Have a drink with ARMY," I suggest. He loves having his little wine nights while in the hotel— many of our Skype calls can attest to that.
He ponders on the idea only for a moment before his eager lips are against me again. I can taste the lingering presence of the alcohol as it engulfs both our senses through the kiss. I push at his chest.
"I'm serious," I say.
I'm just being supportive. Jungkook is always drafting up some new ways to show his love and appreciation for his fans.
"That's a good idea," he agrees.
He's nodding, but his attention is not on our conversation when he meets my lips again. I'm giddily reciprocating his actions, pulling at his black shirt roughly and pressing my palm against him to feel his body.
His warm shirt reminds me of the extensive show he just put on a few hours ago. It's needless to say that it was absolutely spectacular. I don't think I'll ever get over watching Jungkook and the six of them perform.
"You should go shower," I mutter against his lips.
Jungkook doesn't pay much mind to my words as his mouth presses against mine again. His body is threatening to push me back into the couch, but I stiff arm his chest to stop him. We're both slightly out of breath when he pulls away to look at me.
"Do I smell that bad?" he asks seriously.
"What?" I laugh, "no. Aren't you tired? You should probably get to it."
"I'm not," he claims. "I have a workout tomorrow at eleven. I don't need to be asleep soon."
"Go," I say sweetly as I push at his chest. It will make him feel better.
He doesn't move from my forceful palm. I'm staring at my hand against him until I glance up at his face. There is a shyness that overcomes him suddenly, and he is nibbling on his lip. My eyebrows furrow at his expression. Before I can say anything, he is speaking softly. His hand clasps over mine and he pulls my arm forward.
"Come with me."
I wasn't expecting that.
"I smell that bad?" I joke in repetition.
Jungkook's laughter fills the air and he rolls his eyes at me. He complains, "Jae-ya."
"You're in a mood right now," I smile. "You want to shower together?"
His fingertips slide against the back of my hand and towards my forearm to grasp. He's nodding, his composure giddy as he tugs at me. Pretending that I have to think about it is fun when I get him to act like this.
"Ah, Jae-ya," he groans exasperatingly at my defiance. He shakes my arm with a bright smile.
I giggle at his reaction before standing from the couch. His twinkling, doe eyes are narrowed down at me from his tall stance and I tilt my head back to look at him. Feeling his gentle touch trailing down my arm and towards my fingertips is a sensation that I can't get enough of. I'm breathless when his mouth nears mine. My free hand caresses his cheek, but before our lips meet I start chuckling.
"You are stubbly."
Jungkook isn't usually one to go too long without shaving. This is only one of a few occurrences that I've ever noticed. Given his hectic promotion and tour schedule, I'm sure shaving has been low on his list.
My boyfriend's hand meets his face quickly to examine what I'm taking about. I rub the pads of my fingers against his sensitive skin, tracing over the curve of his muscular jawline. It's not noticeable yet, but I can feel all the prickly hairs surfacing on his skin. He shies away from my touch while rubbing his chin.
"Great," he groans.
I'm smiling stupidly as I watch him back away from me. His fingers interlock with mine, however, and he is guiding me into the bathroom.
I grab the bottle of wine before we escape, tilting the bottle and allowing the liquid to run down my throat as my impatient boyfriend pulls me with him.
"It's hot," I assure him; my lips near his ear when I speak just above a whisper.
Jungkook's cheeks fatten and he presses his lips together in an anxious expression. "Really?"
We are standing in front of a mirror paneling the entirety of the wall staring at our reflection. I lean my chest into his back and our eyes meet through the glass. My smile grows as I watch him inspect his face more intensely as if trying to make sense of my attraction.
"Mhm," I nod. I offer him the bottle. "Would you ever grow it out?"
"Ah," he bites a smile back at my words, "maybe. Someday in the future."
I bite my lip at the sight of the bathtub and release Jungkook's grasp. While he's busy swigging from the wine, I sit down on the edge of the tub.
I don't say anything when I start the water; warm water sprays from the shower head and onto my hand. Jungkook finishes another swig before he looks at me.
He's quick to place the item down onto the counter.
I bite my lip before speaking, "you can join me in here on one condition."
"You're always up to something," he rolls his eyes playfully.
"Exciting, right?"
"That's why I love you," he says, hand clutching at his chest. "You always give me that agh feeling in my chest."
His sweet words sting my heart. He is standing near the sink, but yet when he says something so endearing it doesn't matter how far he is from me— his vocal thoughts are able to comfort me. That's how our relationship works; Jungkook is able to radiate his love for me no matter what the distance is between us.
"I love you more," I bite a giggle. "So, let me shave your face."
He leans back against the sink as if he doesn't want to do it.
"I won't cut you," I plea.
As an incentive, I push the straps of my tank top to the side to fall over my shoulder. The innocent look I'm giving him surely does the trick, because his gaze falls to the floor and he is nibbling on his inner lip.
"I don't know..." he trails unconvincingly to tease me.
The water is spewing out into the tub; it's building the sensual atmosphere the two of us, being buzzed off the bottle, are creating with our shy looks and flushed cheeks.
I decide to tease him back, "then I guess no showering. It's a shame, since I'm leaving tomorrow and we won't see each other for a while..."
A mischievous grin spreads to his face as he nears me. I know that face— my position on the edge of the tub has now made me vulnerable to his scheming.
I put my arms out to fend him off, and his laughter fills the bathroom, echoing along with the running water.
"No, no, no," he shakes his head and approaches me, his hands meeting mine to move them away from defense. "I'll just make you shower with me."
My laughing becomes louder, our two voices now blending into a very unattractive jolting chuckle. Is he crazy? He drinks two sips of wine and all of a sudden he's threatening to push me into a bathtub?
"I just want to touch your face," I whine in a fit of laughter as he continues to push at my body. I can tell he isn't using his full force; his fingers are interlocking with mine so that I don't fall back.
"Noona," he coaxes me playfully; his sweet tone is in great contrast to how adamant he is with his hand to tickle me. My mouth falls open and I'm squirming around.
"Stop, stop," I barely get out. I'm out of breath from laughing so hard.
Jungkook's wide smile has got my face red and my cheeks stinging.
My fits of giggles to get him away from me go unresolved— I make it worse. I inch backwards to fend off his grasp, only to fall backwards into the tub.
My eyes go wide as the water rushes into my lap, soaking my butt and back and covering my thighs. I'm expecting Jungkook to help me, but he continues to laugh to the point of clutching his stomach.
"Jungkookie!" I yell with laughter, fake crying for his assistance.
I reach over to shut off the water. I'm panting from laughing so hard. I'm too tired to even attempt to get out. My pajama shorts are now soaked along with the entirety of my tank top. It's quiet in the bathroom; the only sound is of the water moving slightly from my shifting body. Jungkook's gasps for breath in between laughing is like a backtrack.
I'm just staring at him as his eyes survey what happened. It takes a moment for his expression to change.
"You are so beautiful like that," he tells me lowly.
I widen my eyes at him. He's staring at me and my clothes are probably see-through now. He's obviously getting turned on by this.
"Yah," I yell in a laugh, flicking water towards him.
He ducks out of the way and I struggle to climb out of the tub. Water seeps onto the floor, thudding against the tile as I extend my leg. He picks up one of the towels that was folded neatly on the side.
He is offering it to me, but instead of taking the towel, I grab hold of his black shirt and pull him towards me, my soaked body layering him when I embrace him in a tight hug. Jungkook groans loudly at me but doesn't do much to escape.
I entwine my fingers at his back so that he can't escape me even if he wanted. I can hear the water as it squeezes against my clothes and between our bodies.
"You're squishing me," he chuckles.
"Good."
Jungkook's wandering hands surprisingly don't try to grope me anywhere that my soaked clothing is now sticking to. His arms embrace me back. He's hugging me.
"Don't be cute," I grumble against his chest.
He is too strong and I can't pry him away from me. Even when I push at his core, he doesn't move.
"Get off," I mumble. My cheek is now what's squished against his chest.
Jungkook's vibrating chest indicates to me that he is still laughing. I give up in my struggles and lay my head against his chest in defeat. His body is so big against me that he's like a giant pillow.
"Say something sweet in English and I'll forgive you for pushing me into the water."
"I did not push you."
"Yah," I lean back to look at him. His nose is crinkled. I can't help but smile. "You did!"
He exhales, and his hand meets my face to push my damp hair out of the way. I relax into his hold— I don't want to move. The bright lights of the bathroom illuminate him so perfectly; every crevice of his face is beautifully clear to me, and his sloppy black hair is disheveled.
"You are so cute," he says simply in English. I'm excited that he is going along with what I said.
"What's the other word for 'cute' that we talked about?"
"Adorable," he corrects himself, "you are so adorable."
"Mhm," I hum.
"And..." he begins. His eyes are roaming my face as if that will give him more words to say. "I-I think you are... so happy right now."
I balance my head back and forth as if contemplating my answer. Jungkook's face twists in fake offense.
"Yes, I am," I release a small giggle at his English sentences. "Keep going."
He furrows his eyebrows at me. The intimidating and intense features of his face are incredibly endearing, especially given that he is speaking so softly and saying cute things.
"Oh, and I am so happy, too," he assures me in unconfident English.
"Because you pushed me into the shower."
"No," he shakes his head with a smile. I'm impressed by his quick response. "Because... because... we are here."
"In a bathroom?"
"Jae-ya," he groans at my teasing.
"I'm kidding," I lean towards him on my tip-toes. I place my arms over his shoulders, our lips becoming threateningly close but not quite touching.
"I'm going to try to say something in English," he tells me, softly in Korean.
My cheeks sting from how much everything he says makes me smile. "Okay."
"Your clothes... wet."
"Yes," I nod along with him. He is mimicking my mannerisms due to nervousness and the two of us are just nodding at each other. I can feel his small soft breaths against my damp skin from our proximity.
"You want..." he trails.
I'm waiting patiently for Jungkook to come up with his thoughts in English. I might have a tiny inkling as to what he wants to say; his fingers are pulling at my shirt subconsciously as he talks. I'm trying to control my expression.
"I don't know how to say it in English correctly," he mumbles in Korean.
"Just try," I say with a sincere smile. I don't want him to feel like he can't. "I'm a nice teacher."
"Not always," he sticks his tongue out.
I roll my eyes. I'm twiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck as I wait for him to continue. Our shirts are stuck together at this point and have become almost void. I can practically feel his bare abdomen against me.
"Be naked," he says plainly in English.
I can't control my burst of laughter.
"Be naked?" I mock him in a deep voice.
With teeth showing and a timid smile, Jungkook looks to the side to avoid my gaze. I snuggle my nose against his cheek and press a kiss against his heated skin. Jungkook laughs back at me; he knows what he said wasn't exactly the best way to say it.
"You wouldn't have to say anything..." I trail. My eyes are wandering his glorious torso; the black shirt is wet and sticking to the indents of his muscles. "You could've just undressed me."
I can hear his breath quicken from my words. My apprehensive boyfriend steals a glance at me, and I catch his jaw in my grasp before he can look away.
His smile grows timidly again, and I share the expression as he leans in to kiss me. I meet him with my lips, opening my mouth for him to finally command me with his body. I stumble backwards slightly as his weight shifts towards me; his tall frame is towering, and I'm clutching onto his damp t-shirt for a moment before I start inching it up his back.
My toes are swishing around in water, the bathroom tile now slippery. Jungkook is acting as a grip for me to hold onto to control my balance.
"Like this," I breathe in between kisses.
I'm eager to lift his shirt above his head; the wet material is heavier than usual as it peels from his body. His skin is practically glistening from the water and illuminating lighting in here.
My attention isn't focused on his body for long. Jungkook's lips are hungrily on mine again; I can feel his bare skin as he makes every effort to become as close to me as possible. My wet body has now transcended towards my core as Jungkook's confident kisses and touches grow more intense.
This is what I've missed— long months without feeling his soft, gentle lips against mine have been brutal.
These months have resulted in many nights of texts surely too in my feelings. Jungkook slowly started to become more confident in going along with me, so much so that getting him to express what he specifically misses about me has now become an easy task. A moment like this is what I imagine when we talk from such a distance.
Jungkook is completely lost in his actions; my body is forced backwards a bit roughly and my wet skin slaps against the harsh edge of the counter. I suck in a deep breath at the painful sensation against my thighs. Jungkook breaks our kiss with small breaths fanning my face as he watches my expression carefully.
"Sorry," he breathes.
I shake my head and tug at his lip with my teeth. Jungkook pushes at me softly this time to get me to back up, and my butt slides onto the counter where I wrap my legs around his waist. He heaves my shirt over my head.
My hands search in-between us, where I slide my palm slowly down his torso and over his crotch to get him to moan into my mouth. My vocal man delivers, and I press my mouth harder against his to capture the sounds. My head falls back as his kisses travel down my neck, his hardness growing beneath my touch with every pressured touch I apply.
My strong boyfriend is quick to pick me up. My hands squeeze at his flexed biceps to steady myself. Feeling his expansive palms at my ass to hold me excites me, and I'm digging my hips into him for some type of release that I know I won't get unless he touches me— but, I try anyway.
This probably isn't the best idea. I shouldn't be taking any chances with him; he has millions of people to entertain. Jungkook has no idea, but shower séx is just a disaster waiting to happen. The movies make it look much more enticing than it actually is. Water is not a lubrication, slipping is a real concern, and this shower is too small for all of the things I want to with him...
But this is what he wants. It's hard to deny him at the sound of his distressed breaths and pleasured little grunts.
We are interrupted by the sound of his phone. I can tell he wants to ignore it, but my feet drop down to the tile from surprise. He controls his expression when he grabs it from the counter.
Jungkook's expression drops slightly and he exhales.
"It's Taehyung," he tells me. "He's coming for the movie."
I'm quizzical about his adverse reaction.
"Why do you look so pissed?" I question.
"Pissed?" he blinks.
"Yeah," I say. "You don't like watching movies with him?"
"It's not that..."
Jungkook doesn't finish his thought. I can tell that he might just be aggravated because the text message interrupted what we were doing. I'm sure he's grown hard by now— my hand was relentless against his length just a second ago.
"Tell me," I request softly.
"I feel bad when he's with us," he reveals.
I furrow my eyebrows from what I'm hearing. It's been quite the year after everything that happened in Seoul. Everything that was revealed by Taehyung about our situation before the contract was terminated had been a sensitive topic for a few months, but by this point I think the three of us have become much more secure in terms of moving on a growing together. Taehyung is one of my best friends— I'm extremely close with him.
"What do you mean?"
Jungkook sighs. I should find it awkward that I'm standing shirtless in a bathroom, but it's become a thing now that we have conversations in this state. I don't know why. The two of us really have quite the knack for talking to each other.
He still doesn't seem keen to answer me, though.
"Let me see what he said," I look over at my boyfriend's phone. Jungkook tilts the screen towards me.
Kim Taehyung: I saw that you finished your VLive
after my shower we can watch the movie
10 minutes 👍🏼👍🏼
"I want to know what's bothering you," I pout at him.
I lean my chin on his arm and look up at him with hooded eyes. Jungkook sighs before locking his phone.
"You really want to know?"
"If it's about you being hard—"
"It is," he whines. "Even when we are alone we're interrupted."
I don't know if it's because of the wine, but him not getting shy about being hard is incredibly sexy. The progress that we've made in the past few months has been amazing. Getting to this point has been amazing. Although he still gets shy when in his little Jungkookie mood (which I adore so much), his confidence is always welcomed just as much. He is my duality baby.
"I know," I frown. "But why do you feel bad for him?"
"You haven't noticed?"
"What?"
"Every time we watch a movie," he says as if it's obvious.
I'm not catching on. Is he speaking in code? Is he wasted? No, I don't think so. My boyfriend is staring at me with alert eyes, too clear and not hazy enough to tell me that he is influenced in his thoughts right now. His stance changes to face me.
Jungkook continues because of my confused face. "He always glances at us. It's like we are rubbing our relationship in his face, and I don't want to do that to him."
"I didn't notice," I say honestly. I'm always either too interested in the movie, or focused on teasing Jungkook under a blanket to notice.
"I know him," Jungkook sighs. "He is hurting."
"If it hurts him so much then he wouldn't continue watching movies with us."
Jungkook seems stumped by my point. If Taehyung was so sad while watching movies with us, why would he continuously do so? I'm also not sure if Jungkook is only saying this so that the two of us remain alone together.
I'm watching my boyfriend's facial expression carefully. He widens his eyes to himself.
"What?"
"You've influenced my mind," he mumbles.
I scoff, "you have the wine to blame for that one."
"No. I'm thinking of such terrible things now, and I think I'm right."
"Can you stop speaking evasively? Tell me what you're thinking."
He grows shy, shaking his head at me as if what he wants to say is embarrassing. I remain confused, left to my own thoughts to process whatever the hell could be concocting in his chaotic brain. If Taehyung isn't hurting while with us, why would Jungkook feel uncomfortable having him around to watch movies? Clearly Taehyung enjoys watching the movies with us.
And then it hits me.
"You don't think he..." I trail off in shock.
"Jae-ya, you are beautiful," Jungkook says as if to justify our assumption.
"That doesn't mean he should find interest watching us cuddle!"
"Shh!" he covers my mouth with his hand. "He's in the next room."
I roll my eyes. The walls in this hotel are not that thin. I feel as though my whole thought process has been flipped upside down— now I'm thinking back to every instance of the three of us watching a movie. All those times Jungkook and I would be snuggling and whispering during the movie. Was Taehyung watching us? Like that? Surely he is lonely, it's only natural.
Jungkook is in a relationship and he still tells me how much he needs to get himself off just so that he can relax more. He also told me how frequent and terrible it was before we started dating. This information, of course, was only revealed while cuddling in bed. I teased it out of him.
"You think he gets horny like you do?" I stick out my tongue with a laugh. I poke him softly with my finger.
"Don't talk about him being horny," Jungkook grabs my wrist gently to stop my physical tease.
"Is my Jungkookie jealous?"
"No," he denies. "I just don't want you thinking of him like that."
"Aw," I continue. I place my hands on his cheeks. His hair cascades down to cover his eyes from how long it has gotten. "You wouldn't want to try it?"
"T-Try what?"
His stuttering reply signals that he knows exactly what I'm talking about.
"The three of us."
"Are you crazy?" he exclaims.
He shrugs away from me and my touch on his cheeks drop. I can tell he is dissatisfied with the conversation, because he turns his back to me in order to turn on the shower. The sound of the water fills the bathroom again.
"No—"
Jungkook speaks softly, "Why do you want him? Have you thought about him like that?"
"No, no, no," I say quickly before approaching him.
I place a kiss on his back and wrap my arms around him. I've grown to notice that Jungkook isn't the angry jealous type; he is so fragile and soft about his feelings. He gets upset at thoughts like this, and now my heart is aching because he is under the wrong impression.
"I only want you," I say confidently. "I'm in love with you, my Kookie."
I lean on my tip-toes again to place my chin on his shoulder to reach his ear. My arm goes over his other shoulder, and I'm relieved when I feel his hand catch mine. I catch his shy smile as he turns to hide his expression.
"It's just something exciting that people do," I tell him. "It's different. It could be hot. You watching me moan... seeing what it's like from a different point of view."
My breath is touching the sensitive skin at his ear. My mouth is incredibly close to his lobe.
"It's weird," Jungkook shakes his head. "I don't like the idea. I'm not sharing you with him."
"It's not like that," I try to reason.
Jungkook is now more interested in getting into the shower again, dropping his basketball shorts and briefs before climbing in. My shoulders slump in a momentary lapse of thought. I hope it's not the half bottle of wine that I've had that's motivating me to want this. It's just something exciting to do.
I follow my boyfriend into the shower after leaving my damp clothes on the floor. I can tell he is pretending not to notice me as I climb in along with him. I watch his back muscles as he lifts his arms to run his fingers through his hair.
"Look at me," I sulk. I'm relieved that he actually turns around to face me. My poor boyfriend's length is still showing from the aftermath of our almost bathroom sex.
"People actually do that? Not just in videos?"
His question surprises me.
"Threesomes?"
"Jae..." he shies.
"Yes," I reply to his question. "I've never done it though."
I know the topic of my prior relationships is not the best subject between us. I also know he is curious about my past relationships as any boyfriend would be, but those guys do not even compare to him. Nothing will ever be better than him. Nothing will ever be close to being like him. Jungkook is one of a kind, specially tailored for me. He is everything I've ever wanted and more. It saddens me that he doesn't think this way when I mention anything I've done in the past.
"I've only ever been in love with you," I remind him.
His face softens. I can tell by his interest in the conversation, though, that he's thinking about my proposition. His distracted mind gives me the opportunity to squeeze shaving cream into my hand.
Jungkook snaps out of his thoughts and looks at me when I smear it against his face. His beautiful, wide doe eyes are captivating, landscaped so perfectly by his bold eyebrows and pushed back wet hair. One of the best parts about dating him is that I can push his hair back whenever I want.
"You don't want him?"
"Only you," I reply easily.
I finish spreading the cream before I reach for the razor. The fact that Jungkook isn't apprehensive at all with me being so close to his face with a blade makes me smile to myself. He has so much trust in me. I start to glide the razor against his skin, my face being in very close proximity to his as I do so.
"When we're fooling around under the blanket during the movie, just think about how Tae must feel."
Jungkook's jaw tenses. He doesn't say anything. I continue to use the razor against him; delicately, cleaning it with water as each swipe finishes. My fingers are on him, directing his jaw in different directions. My bare chest brushes him and Jungkook swallows hard.
I lean forward and peck his lips. I'm relieved to feel him kiss me back. I finish with one side of his face, and turn his cheek to expose the other side to me.
"It's just like when it's you and me..." I say softly. "I'd be begging for it."
His touches are at my waist for a moment before I feel him press his palm against my side. I pretend not to notice as I continue with the razor. His skin is soft against my fingertips when I feel against where I shave.
"You... watching me," I continue, "It's your own personal porn. I'd be crying out, pleading. Please... oh, please."
I'm turning myself on as I mimic my moans for him. I can tell he is affected— oh, can I tell. Jungkook is bravely looking at my eyes, but I know his mind is running elsewhere in thoughts about the many times I've begged for it while intimate. His palm squeezes my skin. I place a delicate touch on his shaft with my free hand, my soft palm encasing his length.
"Y-You'd be moaning because of him," he chokes.
"But for you."
I finish my last razor stroke after my answer. Jungkook is frozen, and catches my lifted hand in his. I press the back of my palm against his cleanly shaven face. His sensitive skin is smooth and a bit irritated. My other hand is slowly gliding back and forth against his growing member.
"He wouldn't do it," he says just over a breath.
I compose my pompous grin. I've convinced him.
"We could just ask—"
"No," Jungkook interjects with widened eyes. "I'm not going to just ask him. W-We also might be thinking too much into this."
"You're right," I agree.
After all, Jungkook was the one who thought this— not me. I've become keen to understanding Jungkook's shy thoughts. It's more often than not that my boyfriend is not willing to expose what he's actually thinking in fear of somehow offending me. It's gotten much better in the last year, but he's getting a handle on the apparent cultural differences that affect us. I'm completely aware too. We're both working on it.
Jungkook guides my lifted hand to his shoulder before leaning into me again. He has been in quite the mood for kisses tonight. My mouth meets his and my fingers dig into his shoulder when he starts to hungrily kiss me, the result of the pressure I'm applying to his dîck.
"Please," he begs me.
I can feel his muscles contracting against my fingertips as I continue jerking him. Jungkook's palm at my hip is now practically twitching against me, and he leans his other arm against the shower wall to steady himself. His mouth falls open against mine, and his hand slides up my stomach and towards my breasts.
His length is pulsing in my grasp as I continue; his low groans caught in my throat. I'm smirking against his kisses at how obedient his body is to my touch even after being together for so long. He looks so absolutely breathtaking. Water dripping like droplets from his hair, the liquid conforming to every indent and muscle in his abdomen. I can't believe he's mine sometimes.
"I don't want your hand," he pleads, breathlessly.
He sounds beautiful. It's almost enough to convince me to stop and let him fûck me right here; however, just watching him could also be enough to get me off, and to be quite honest, I could've climaxed from this scenario if it hadn't been for the knocking on the door.
I immediately stop my actions upon hearing the noise. Taehyung is here.
"Jae," Jungkook cries. His head falls to my shoulder. He's kissing every inch of my skin in the area to make me continue.
"Jungkookie-ssi, JaeJe," Taehyung calls us formally with laughter.
I grumble under my breath. I wanted nothing more than to watch my boyfriend finish from my touch, but Taehyung is impatiently knocking at the door. I can't get upset with him, though. It's adorable how excited he is to watch a movie with us.
"Sorry," I frown at Jungkook before distancing myself from him.
I reach for a towel nearby before wrapping myself in it. Jungkook doesn't move from his position as if he is in shock that everything ceased.
"Finish your shower," I remind him. He blinks at me with a grimace. "Trust me. I love you. Always."
I frown at his less than pleased expression as I tuck the towel around my body. My damp hair is pushed behind my ears as I collect my clothes from the ground. They are seeping wet still, so I lazily toss them into the corner to deal with later when there isn't an impatient Taehyung waiting for me.
"This isn't fair," Jungkook calls after me as I'm leaving the bathroom. I bring the bottle of wine with me. I want to giggle at his childish tone from not being able to finish.
"Get ready to watch a movie," is all I reply before closing the bathroom door on Jungkook, and opening the hotel room door for Taehyung.
"Hi," he greets me with a large smile.
Tae's eyebrows furrow when he sees that I'm only in my towel. I swallow hard awkwardly.
"Oh," I mutter. "Sorry. We were just in the shower, and I didn't want to keep you waiting... and I... yeah, sorry. Hi."
I feel awful to put him in a situation like this. Like the kind person he is, though, Tae doesn't let his body language show any discomfort as he walks past me into the room. I take a large swing of liquid courage before I follow him further towards the bed and television.
"You guys were showering together?" he asks.
I'm staring at his reaction. He's looking around the room— everywhere but where I am. Immediately I'm self-conscious and also looking around to make sure nothing incriminating is laying around.
Now my conversation with JK about Taehyung getting aroused by us is stapled in my mind. I can't look at him without thinking about it. I'm staring at him for a moment before I remember that he asked me something.
"No," I lie. I don't know what Jungkook wants him to know. "I-I—uh, I went first."
"What did you think of the show?"
I exhale inaudibly from his change in subject.
"Amazing," I say happily. "I was screaming the whole time. I almost took out Luna with my ARMY bomb."
Taehyung laughs before taking a seat at the edge of the bed. I'm still standing awkwardly in my little white towel. It's then I remember the bottle of wine in my hand.
"We're drinking," I tell him. "Want some?"
He finally looks at me. I stand my ground and don't divert my gaze away when we make eye contact. He glances down at the towel just in a blink.
"Why red?" he playfully scoffs after taking the bottle from me. "White always."
I laugh at his reaction before rummaging into my small suitcase. The only thing I had for pajamas has now been soaked by the shower. I'm hoping Taehyung doesn't notice when I start to rummage into Jungkook's belongings instead; all I need is a t-shirt and shorts.
"I don't see you bringing your own."
"I didn't realize there was a party in here," he replies. "No glasses?"
"You and Jungkook are so classy," I roll my eyes playfully. "Just chug the damn thing."
I hear his low chuckling after what I've said. I don't face him when I pull Jungkook's shirt over my head. It covers the towel and reaches the top of my thighs. I'm quick as I also step into the shorts before pulling off the towel. Taehyung looks away from me when I turn around. It's then that Jungkook opens the bathroom door.
He looks at me and I raise my eyebrows at him before he then looks at Taehyung. There have been many looks in just a mere second. I'm holding my breath and I don't know why.
"Um... what are we watching?" I ask hesitantly.
"A Star is Born," the two of them answer in unison.
"Again?"
"I want to know what they're saying without subtitles," Jungkook reasons. I know it's one of his favorite movies these days.
Taehyung nods along. I'm biting my lip apprehensively before I climb into the bed and reach for the remote on the night stand. Jungkook is smiling happily to himself when he catches sight of my attire. He stays quiet, though, and continues to towel dry his hair.
✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱
The movie is a good, don't get me wrong, but when it's about the fifth time watching it in the span of 3 months, I can't help feel as though I could recite the whole thing as we continue watching. The only thing exciting is listening to the two of them sing along to "Shallow" while passing around another bottle of wine.
After that scene is over, however, the alcohol is surely hitting all three of us as the room erupts in giggles and mutters about nothing at everything shown on screen. This even happens during important and emotional parts.
It's about halfway into the movie when I feel Jungkook's lips against my ear. I place my hand on his thigh beneath our shared throw blanket. Sexual tension is high between us due to the "what could've been" shower. I'm trying to push away the thoughts but it's hard with Jungkook being so gushy.
The three of us are laying in the bed; Taehyung is to the left of me.
"Watch," Jungkook mumbles. I don't know what he's talking about until he cocks his head towards Taehyung.
Is he telling me to watch for Tae's reaction? I don't have much time to question it because my boyfriend has decided we are going to make-out now. His tongue is in my mouth and I'm a bit hesitant to accept him. I don't want to resist him, so I don't. I open my mouth and allow his sloppy kiss to command me. I'm smiling against him, my hand instinctually rubbing his thigh.
I sneak a look beside us at Taehyung. Oh my goodness. Jungkook is right. I don't know whether Taehyung is feeling hurt, uncomfortable, aroused, or all three. He keeps looking away as if he knows it's wrong to stare, but he still manages to glance back at us. Jungkook is going all in with the theatrics.
I have to dig my fingers into his skin to stop my reaction as Jungkook's hand slides in-between my thighs. My legs close and trap his hand from the unexpected sensation. My insides are turning, and I have to clench my toes to stop heat from spreading to my core.
I push lightly at his chest with a breathy chuckle, "I can't resist you. This isn't nice."
I want him to retract his touch. Is it appropriate to be doing this with another person innocently watching a movie next to us? Jungkook doesn't move his hand. I'm skeptical.
"You want him to be aroused, don't you?" I accuse him in a very low whisper.
"No..." he denies; I'm not convinced.
I am better at this game than he is. I place a chaste kiss to his cheek before leaning into his ear, "I'm so wet for you right now."
My instigating words work like a charm.
The light from the television is the only source of illumination in the room. Jungkook's eyes are sparkling with every moment of light that hits his expression. I'm staring into his eyes and waiting for his response, but I already know the reaction won't be found in his facial expression. I dig my hand into his crotch.
"You want to do it?" I continue in my whispers. "Baby?"
The pet name brings that endearing, shy smile back to his face.
"Y-Yes," he mumbles in a timid response. "I'm curious..."
"You trust me?"
I need his answer. If Taehyung ends up being interested in this, I need to know that Jungkook won't think anything of it. He gives a confident nod, and from the nod alone I can tell he is impatient and anxious. I retract my hand from his growing bulge and turn to Taehyung.
My friend swallows hard and shifts his weight after shielding his gaze from us. Jungkook is reluctant to move his hand from in-between me. I release a deep breath, staring at Taehyung's side profile in a moment of analyzation. He glances at me again, and when we make eye-contact, he bites his lip in panic and looks away.
He's turned on. I can just tell. He's licking his lips nervously and trying to cure his dry throat by swallowing hard. I can see his structured jaw move and fragile throat each time he does. I glance down at his lap— his shorts are bunched at his crotch. Is this really happening?
Jungkook said he was curious. It'd be a lie if I said I wasn't curious as well. I mean— I'm not blind. Obviously I'm going to be attracted to a guy like Taehyung in an intimate setting. Just look at him. It doesn't mean I love him like I love Jungkook. These are things I hope Jungkook understands, but given that he consented to do this, I have a feeling that he does. He trusts me. I trust him.
I channel my inner self and lean over to Taehyung's ear. I release a shaky breath before using my finger to push his dark hair aside, as if that would really affect him hearing me.
His eyes go wide and his mouth falls agape when he feels my fingertip against his skin. He merely turns to look at me with slight confusion spread to his features. My breath hits against his ear as I speak in a soft, gentle whisper, asking, "do you want to have some fun?"
His tongue swipes over his lips, eyes peering from my swollen, freshly kissed ones to my rounded eyes. My tone of voice has gotten him nervous; I can tell he thinks he has mistaken me.
"W-What?" he breathes.
"With me..." I trail. My lips are threateningly close to his now heated skin. My fingertips fiddle with the ends of his hair and I bite my lip.
"Jae..." he trails breathlessly. My light touches are distracting him and his gaze is in a daze. His words are almost incoherent as if scared Jungkook will hear us. "I-I think you're drunk. I'm not Jungkook-ah."
"No," I remark, "you aren't. We want you to join us."
The words leave my mouth and I've immediately excited myself. My heart is racing against my chest, and I can feel my boyfriend's eyes on me like a laser pelting at my back. The movie has become a distant sound.
Taehyung's sparkling eyes have grown wide, and his expression has dropped in an apprehensive manner, bold eyebrows furrowing at my request.
"You're talking nonsense," he tells me. It's like he's just trying to convince himself.
"No," I shake my head. My lingering touch glides down the back of his neck and I can feel the goosebumps as they rise to his skin.
His eyes glance behind me. The two men must make eye contact because Taehyung panics for a moment before looking back at me.
"He wants to watch you touch me," I speak for my incredibly shy boyfriend.
Taehyung's furrowed eyebrows raise involuntarily after hearing the words leave my mouth. I'm whispering, so manipulatively, while holding an innocent, conniving facial expression. Tae's legs shift in position as his arousal presumably increases.
"Interested?"
I place my palm on his chest as I ask the question. My body is leaning into him. I can feel the unevenness of his breathing and the quickening pace of his heart— just like mine. My core is aching.
"Hyung," Jungkook interrupts our whispers. "I-It's alright... if you don't want to."
I bite a small giggle. He's so awkwardly nervous. They both are. Hell, I am too; however, the excitement is taking over my nerves.
"I've never done this..."
I press a kiss to his cheek. His eyes are intent and curious as to everything I'm doing when I gently grab his hand, ushering it to my thigh. Jungkook's oversized shorts have made the material difficult to control, and the mesh is high up my thigh. Taehyung's fingers are cold against my skin when I place them there. His hand immediately opens flat, but he is still apprehensive of what to do.
When I look at Jungkook, he is staring at us with deep concentration.
"Y-You want to watch us?" Taehyung asks Jungkook.
I'm expecting Jungkook to cower in a response, but instead he shifts forward on the bed with a confident nod. "For now."
"Touch me," I tell Taehyung. I place my hand over his to urge it up my thigh. His hesitation prompts me to ask, "do you want to?"
"Yes," he replies quickly.
To loosen everywhere one up, including myself, I release a deep breath and lift my shirt over my head. I know that once I start getting into it, the two of them will relax more. My next action is towards my curious boyfriend; I press my lips to his as my hand slips under his shorts.
"You're so hard for me already," I whisper. I don't allow Taehyung to hear. "I want you touching yourself while I moan for you."
"Fūck," he groans at my instruction. The sinful language leaving his mouth makes my breath hitch. "Okay, okay."
Taehyung's timid touch has now turned into his exploration. I turn my attention to him, and surprisingly, he isn't as hesitant as I expected. He must have really wanted this. I feel like a fool for not realizing this sooner as his fingers pull at my clothing to allow his hand in-between my thighs. My touch on Jungkook drops and I suck in a sharp breath when Taehyung's slender fingers rub against my sensitive skin. I moan lowly and my head falls back.
His touch is much different than Jungkook's. His hands are more delicate and gentle, thinner and more cautious than Jungkook ever was. Nevertheless, the sensation of his touch is building steadily, and I find myself whimpering at the foreign feeling. As I continue to spill out small reactions, I can hear my boyfriend's audible breaths from beside me. I am so unbelievably turned on by everything that is happening right now.
My attention pans to the feeling of my hand being grabbed. With hooded eyes and a swirling pool of emotions, I am muttering under my breath as Taehyung guides my hand to his growing hardness. I'm caught off guard, but too incredibly in the moment to stop myself from palming him; his low, murmuring groans escaping from him only a moment later.
Jungkook's mouth is on mine within a second as a response to my groping hand. It's a bizarre feeling to have someone else's dīck at the touch of my fingertips. Hearing such a deep, bass moan from my touches is a change, too. Jungkook doesn't let me think about it too much as he catches my moans in his mouth.
"Faster," I moan into my boyfriend's mouth, but I'm directing Tae's fingers as they work through my wet folds. I'm feeling an array of all different sensations as Jungkook's mildly jealous mouth is rough against me, Taehyung's fingers moving vigorously on my clīt, and his growing length being slick against my palms.
"Take off your shirt," I request. I'm talking into the air. Both of them are quick to obey me as they discard of the material in unison.
I'm rocking my hips into Taehyung's hand. I want more.
"She-She likes it when you use your mouth," Jungkook bravely directs his best friend.
"Please," I cry. "One of you."
It's turning into a competition. I can barely keep my eyes open from how overwhelmed with feelings I am, but the two of them are breathing heavily and filling the space with such beautiful sounds that I have no reason to do anything. I'm a rag doll— but, it's a great feeling.
I frown as I feel Taehyung's touch retract from my aching core. Jungkook is the first in my sight when I look up.
"Jae-ya," he mutters closely to my ear, "Want to get choked, baby?"
I pull him by his hair to kiss me as an answer. My excitement is unforgiving as I nibble harshly on his teeth, my hands exploring his exposed chest and abdomen as I feel every inch of muscle. His cōck is hard and restricted against his clothing when I feel for him.
It's then that I shutter in a cry, responding to the feeling of Taehyung's wet tongue sucking deeply against my navel. My mouth falls agape against JK's, and I clutch at his shoulder harshly, digging my fingertips into him.
"Choke me," I groan. "I want it. I want it so bad," I continue. I know he loves when I beg him. It's his guilty pleasure to know that he's doing something I so desperately want.
I can barely get my thoughts in order as Taehyung's mouth continues relentlessly against my clīt. My hips buck forward when I feel his hands also, which seem to be everywhere. I can't contain cries as heat builds up and pressure accumulates everywhere he is sucking on. My head feels heavy and my nerves are tingling.
"Yes," I moan.
I'm waiting for Jungkook's strong grip to capture my throat. It never does; instead, he has taken off his shorts and is now inching himself closer to me on the bed. We make eye-contact and his rounded eyes are watching me intently. He wants me to choke on his dīck.
I open my mouth in a non-verbal response. Taehyung's arm is strong in controlling my squirming as I continuously jolt my hips forward from each swipe of his tongue so dangerously against me.
My boyfriend's gentle hands grip my hair before he pushes himself into my mouth. I'm already gagging from the start due to my staggering breath from Taehyung, but now the familiar feeling of Jungkook has made it inside my mouth, hitting the back of my throat as we have done so many countless times before. My moans are being caught in gulps of salty saliva and precome as I use my tongue to comfort Jungkook's thrusts.
He grunts with each hip movement. His top lip has been taken in by his teeth.
My legs tighten around Taehyung's head as I near my climax. The sounds I'm trying to make to indicate that I'm close are trapped because of my boyfriend's unforgiving length down my throat. My back is off the bed and I'm squirming. My thoughts are running away elsewhere to stop myself from climaxing, but it's impossible. Heat strikes every nerve-ending and I fall back into the pillows, fingers twitching around Jungkook's thigh.
I can't believe he hasn't ōrgasmed yet. I'm gagging when Jungkook slips from my mouth, and my spit is all over my chin and chest. Taehyung's face is red and his chest is heaving.
I can barely catch my breath, almost lifeless against the mattress for a moment while I grasp reality.
"Baby," I frown at my boyfriend. His tip is swollen and hard; he is so eager to release but I know he has become spoiled in that I am usually solely attentive to him.
Taehyung interrupts with a low request, "Um... I want to..."
"Hm?" I respond patiently.
"No," Jungkook is quick to interject forcefully, "you're not losing your virginity to my girlfriend."
My eyes go wide and I sit up. Virginity?
"Oh my God," I gasp. "I didn't know."
A coy smirk grows on Taehyung's face after my comment. It takes me a moment to realize that I've just complimented his first time ever eating out skills.
"You can watch us now," Jungkook has suddenly become a bit possessive and smug, climbing over me.
I cock an eyebrow at him.
"Sorry," he shies. "Can he watch us?"
I want so badly to chuckle at how immature and competitive Jungkook has become. Taehyung seems to just be sitting innocently by while Jungkook becomes completely territorial, but I can't judge him much. This isn't something any of us have ever done. I think I'd feel the same way if a girl wanted to fūck Jungkook in front of me too...
I give a light nod and spread my thighs for Jungkook. My back falls lightly into the pillows and I release a deep breath. My sweet boyfriend intertwines our fingers as he shifts himself into me.
I'm trying not to find it too uncomfortable that Taehyung is watching us. The discomfort quickly twists into a kink I didn't know I had after hearing his quickening breaths. He is touching himself as Jungkook glides himself back and forth in-between my legs. My eyes screw shut and I wrap my legs around his lean torso.
Jungkook is hasty with his movements as the end is nearing. His fingers are tightening around mine with every thrust and small breath that he releases. My mouth is agape at the intense feeling of his hardness so eagerly inside me. I'm clenching around him, still in slight dismay that he has lasted this long.
It isn't until Taehyung has expressed his climax that Jungkook comes undone— completely spent and panting as he falls beside me on the bed. The temperature in the hotel room is now at least ten degrees hotter. Our panting chests is the only sound in the room for a moment until the ending credits of A Star is Born begin.
I'm smiling to myself. We just did that.
"Hyung," Jungkook says after about a minute of silence.
"Yeah?"
"If you tell any of them about this..."
"I was going to say the same thing," he replies. They both laugh.
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