✨24✨

Uncle Jeon🙇

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Taehyung still fumbled in his steps as he followed Jungkook, his heart thudding like it will come out of his chest. Water filled his sneakers, and cold, morning breeze made him shudder.

His uncle just carried him through the rocks. Where? He didn't know. And he didn't care. Not with the way his body burnt, his fingertips buzzed as they still remembered the feel of Jungkook's hardness. His skin prickled under the sunlight.

Wherever his uncle was taking him, he just wanted to reach there soon.

Jungkook didn't look back.

He just held his hand tight and guided him deeper between the jagged rocks that jutted out of the coastline. The sound of waves crashing against stone barely reached his ears over the roar of his own excited blood.

His eyes roamed over Jungkook's back in front of him --wet shirt clinging to muscles, his height towering almost half a foot above him, to his hand which held Taehyung's like he never wanted to let go.

God!

He wanted to fall on his knees for this man.

He was still following without a question when he was led into a secret cave hidden behind green creepers. As soon as they were inside, the curtain of vines fell shut behind them shielding everything.

Taehyung's heart raced inside his chest in anticipation.

The air inside was cool and damp. Water reached just above his ankles. Wildflowers grew by the walls. Taehyung tried to look around. He had never been there. He didn't know about this place but Jungkook didn't allow him.

He pressed Taehyung against the rough wall. A surprised sound escaped Taehyung when Jungkook grabbed him by his hips and pushed himself against the boy. Uneven edges dug into Taehyung's back, but the pain only made it worse.

If everything was hot before, it was sizzling now.

"You want to be touched like you were mine?" Jungkook questioned peering into his eyes, their foreheads resting together.

Taehyung nodded, unable to form words. His chest rose and fell erratically. Fuck! How could anyone be so aroused? Or needy?

He peered at his uncle, trying to calm himself. The place was comparatively darker, but he could still see possession in Jungkook's eyes. It excited him, but his breath stuttered for a totally different reason.

"You're scared?" Jungkook asked, concerned. His thumb grazed Taehyung's trembling bottom lip, eyes flicking down to it like he wanted to bite.

Yes. "N-No." Taehyung shook his head. He can't possibly know that. 

Jungkook leaned down and bit on his lower lip, holding it between his teeth before pulling it just lightly. Taehyung's breaths turned heavy.

"You should be," he breathed against Taehyung's mouth. "Because if you let me touch you like you're mine today, sex will never be the same with anyone else."

Taehyung didn't know what that meant. Sex wouldn't be the same with anyone else anyway. There was no one like Jeon Jungkook who could flame up his body by a look, burn him with a touch and make him fall apart with just a word. No one else could make him feel like what he did with his uncle.

"I don't care." He shook his head.

Jungkook dived in and kissed him, taking his tongue, sucking on it before diving deeper again. His chest rose and fell heavily under Taehyung's palm. Shallow and urgent. Just like Taehyung's.

Taehyung fisted his shirt for his dear life and tried to match his breathing with Jungkook. 

"You can ask me to stop." His uncle offered.

Taehyung shook his head again. "D-Don't want to." He wasn't sure what he meant by that? Was it defiance? His stubbornness? He didn't know. He just wanted to see it through. He wanted to see how it feels to belong to Jungkook.

He must be going crazy for wanting to feel that, but still, he wanted it. He was curious. Everything about his uncle had fascinated him for years. Pulled him deeper. Left him wanting to know him more. To know everything about him. All of him.

He wanted to know this side too. A side that maybe no one else had witnessed. Or maybe did.

"Don't want to," He repeated under his breath, like he was branding the words onto his soul. Or challenging Jungkook to make him say otherwise.

"N-Never want to." 

"Fuck!" Jungkook groaned. His eyes darkened even further.

"You will be the end of me, Taehyung." He whispered and captured his lips once more while his hand found the boy's shorts.

Taehyung closed his eyes and kissed him back. He tried to hold him tighter, but his hands still trembled like he was new to all this. His knees buckled. God! The contrast between the softness of the kiss and the urgency of his fingers as Jungkook undid his shorts created a havoc within him.

He held him so gently, as if Taehyung was made of glass. Like he could break but pulled down the shorts with such force as if he wanted to rip the fabric off him.

Taehyung moaned into the kiss as cool air met his burning arousal, fingers curling into Jungkook's shirt. The fabric of his uncle's jeans against his bare dick rubbed him just right when Jungkook pulled the boy to himself harshly.

Tears rolled down the corner of Taehyung's eyes.

Oh God!

He moaned again and it echoed in the cave as Jungkook left his mouth and moved to his jaw. His heavy, restrained breathing filled Taehyung's ear like sin. 

Taehyung's mouth fell open, his mind too hazy. His head tilted on its own, giving Jungkook more access of his neck. Another moan slipped from his lips, echoing shamelessly through the cave, bouncing off the wet stone like a confession as hsi uncle marked him urgently.

The salt air clung to his skin, the scent of the ocean mixing with the wildflowers in the damp scent of mosses. Still, the only thing Taehyung could breathe was him. Hear him. Feel him.

Taehyung's head spin with the overwhelming sensations. Everything worked overtime inside him. His heart. His blood. His nerves except his mind. It was blank. Clouded with lust. And pleasure. Too lost in his uncle.

Jungkook kissed him like he wanted nothing more than kissing him all his life while his hands roamed on Taehyung's body like a man running out of time, handling him with raw possessiveness.

A small smile made Taehyung's lips curl before he moaned again. So this was how it felt to belong to Jungkook. Precious. Sacred. Loved. And needed like fucking oxygen!

"Stop me now, if you want to." Jungkook growled against his neck, his voice raw, like it was scraping against the inside of his throat. A shiver ran down Taehyung's spine. Jungkook's mouth latched onto his neck, biting harder this time. "Because after this, fuck! I won't be able to control, wildflower."

For a moment, Taehyung couldn't comprehend from what Jungkook wanted him to stop. From touching him? Marking him? Or owning him? No... maybe not that. But his voice, and desperation seemed to hold more weight that those words could carry.

He still shook his head, too desperate. "No. Please.... D-Don't." Don't. 

Jungkook groaned. "God! You are driving me so fucking insane." And kissed Taehyung on mouth once more, deeper, stealing air from his lungs and beats from his heart. Taehyung's back arched in response, body trembling as if trying to mold every inch of himself into the curves of Jungkook's.

He melted in his arms like he never had bones. And will never have them again. He was sure he will always need to something to hold on to if his uncle kept kissing him like that. His cells cried for oxygen, but body cried for more.

Fuck! This was doom! He could see black, but he didn't want anything to stop. If he was going to die, he would rather die being kissed and held like that. His soul will depart to heavens without a complain.

Jungkook pulled back when Taehyung absolutely needed to breath. 

His hot mouth ghosted against the Taehyung's lips, burning him as he cupped his face with one hand while the other held his waist. His thumb brushed the corner of his damp eye. Taehyung's heart hammered as he looked at his uncle with half-hooded eyes. 

"Want to know what I'd do to you if I owned you?" Jungkook questioned darkly.

The question hit deep right in his core. Taehyung nodded, feeling himself hardening beyond limits. But he couldn't form words. His heart raced in some marathon and was so close to breaking out of his ribcage. 

"If you were mine, Tae, I would fuck you right here, against this goddamn wall," Jungkook told him, looking right into his eyes.

Taehyung's abdomen clenched.

Jungkook's hand didn't leave his face. "I would fuck you so deep you won't walk straight all fucking week, wildflower."

The filthy words made his heart stutter and cock drip. The thought was promising. The images his mind conjured made him sweat. Please do! 

"I'd fuck you dumb." Jungkook's hand travelled up his body, feeling the curves, rising the shirt up, leaving the air to kiss his skin. "Fuck you until you are crying that you can't take anymore. Take you until your legs give out. I'll make you forget your name." His voice turned punishing. "I'd ruin myself for you but you'd also be ruined."

"I'll break you, wildflower but I'll worship every fucking piece of you after, until you are new and whole again, ready and needy to fall apart in my arms once more."

"Fuck!" He moaned, his knees almost giving up. 

Jungkook held him in place. "You want that?"

Taehyung nodded without a beat "Y-Yes." Yes! A hundred times yes!  "Uncle Je-Jeon..." He begged when Jungkook cursed in his ear. He was making Taehyung's body react in ways Taehyung didn't realize it was capable of. 

It shuddered. Trembled. Shrunk and opened. Just with his words.

Jesus! He had such a good mouth.

"I-" He tried to speak but trailed off. Jungkook claimed his mouth once more. This man was addicted to kisses or something. Taehyung had noticed he couldn't go more than two minutes without kissing him when they were alone.

Taehyung wasn't complaining. He loved it. He loved Jungkook's kisses. He kissed like he was trying to get enough. Or leave a taste of himself, or that tingling feeling in Taehyung's mouth that will never fade away.

Taehyung also kissed him back like a hungry animal, asking for more, dragging more out of the other and giving him back just the same. 

A possessive growl originated in his own throat which sounded so foreign to his own ears. He couldn't believe he did that. But if Jungkook was touching him like he owned Taehyung, maybe he was also doing just the same.

It was a role play... wasn't it?

His nails turned attacking, marking his uncle's neck, his back and his abs, Jungkook pulled back and planted his forehead against Taehyung's.

Taehyung breathed through his swollen and hurting lips glistening with Jungkook's saliva, trying to push as much oxygen as he could but it seemed like fuel to the fire burning inside. His bare cock hurt, begging for relief. For a release.

Jungkook cupped his face gently again, as if the storm has passed. Taehyung held his hand over his cheek, trying to ground himself. "Un... Uncle Jeon. I need you." He whispered never opening his eyes.

Needed? No. That would be the wrong word. It was a necessity at this point. He felt empty.

He leaned into the warmth like a pet when Jungkook caressed his face. "If you were mine, Tae. I would ask you to call me by my name." Laced with need, his voice sounded so husky.

Taehyung's mind was too clouded with pleasure. And need. "Uncle Jeon..." He chanted, his eyes still closed. He could keep chanting it all day if that's what his uncle wanted. 

Jungkook shook his head against Taehyung's forehead. "My name."

"Uncle J-Jeon!"

"My name, wildflower!" His uncle whispered.

It took him a moment to process but Taehyung's heart crashed against his ribcage when he realized what his uncle was asking for. Air got knocked out of his lungs. He... He opened his eyes and blinked.

"I..." Taehyung trailed off, unable to form words.

Jungkook nodded, staring. Panting. Taehyung tried to control his heart as he stared back at him. What has gotten into him? Was he doing that deliberately? It was delight in his uncle's eyes... right? He was teasing him, trying to play with him. He enjoyed Taehyung's misery.

He loved edging Taehyung.

"Say it." Jungkook breathed, short and shallow, against his lips, their foreheads still resting together. 

Taehyung chuckled to hide his nervousness. "I kno-"

"Say it." Jungkook told him again, his voice gentle but firm. "If you were mine, I'd want to hear you screaming my name."

Taehyung's laugh died down. He looked at his uncle to make sure if he was being serious. He can't be serious. Can he? Taehyung's dried lips begged to be soothed. He licked his lips, hesitant eyes never leaving his uncle.

Jungkook nodded again, encouraging him as he rubbed circles on his hip bone beneath his shirt softly, just a little away from his attention-seeking dick. Taehyung swallowed trying to find his voice, only to shake his head. "I... I can't."

"You can." Jungkook insisted.

Taehyung looked at him perplexed, because something within him was refusing to let go. "J-Jun..." He struggled to get it out but failed.

His uncle kept watching him patiently, giving him the time he needed. Taehyung hesitated. But tried again. "J-Ju... Jungkook...." 

He couldn't hear his own voice despite the silence around him. There was no sound in the cave except for waves bringing water every now and then, and their mingled breaths but his heart thudded in his chest like crazy.

Jungkook still watched him with the same eyes.

"Jungkook," he whispered again, a bit louder this time, tasting the name like sin on his tongue. It sounded so foreign on his tongue. So strange. So intimate. Goodness! What the fuck was he doing? He was his uncle. Fifteen years older.

They don't call elders by their name.

Jungkook's jaw clenched, his grip on Taehyung's waist tightening just enough to make him swallow. "Again," he said, voice low and rough. So deep that it hit Taehyung right in his core.

"J-" He stuttered. It was harder that he thought. "Jun... Jungkook."

"Say it like you mean it."

Taehyung legs were shaking, his skin felt too hot for his body. His heart raced like a broken machine in his chest, and yet, he obeyed.

"Jungkook," he said, voice shaking with so many emotions. Shame. Guilt. Need. Desire. Fear. Wonder. His toes curled in his sneakers and a shudder crawled up his legs and coursed through his body.

Jungkook let out a low, guttural groan like it physically affected him. Taehyung licked his lips, unable to keep looking at him but Jungkook turned his face right into his, forcing Taehyung to look into his eyes.

"Look at me, wildflower. You don't get to ask me to touch you like I own you and then look away."

Taehyung heard his heart beating in his ear. How was he supposed to keep looking at him when he made him feel this way. Like the ground wasn't real anymore and he was floating in air. Like his skin didn't belong to him but Jungkook. Like he was seconds away from falling, and Jungkook was the reason.

He couldn't find words to say that, so he only watched him and the next moment, Jungkook was devouring him. "Fuck! I told you. Don't look at me like that!" He glowered.

Taehyung's sharp inhale was swallowed by Jungkook's mouth crashing onto his. Like what? Don't look at him like what? He wanted to ask. He didn't have a clue, but he didn't get the chance,

His uncle was all over him as he kissed him. There was no tenderness this time. No teasing. No games.

It was filthy and demanding, biting down on Taehyung's lower lip like he owned it--like he owned him. One hand shoved into Taehyung's curls, tugging his head back gently so he could kiss deeper, rougher, wetter.

Taehyung's knees finally gave out.

Jungkook caught him easily, gripping one of his thighs and hiking it up against his hip, pressing their bodies close. Too close. Taehyung felt every inch of him--hard, big, throbbing against his stomach.

The air licked his needy hole which clenched and unclenched around nothing, shamelessly. Taehyung whimpered, fingers curling into Jungkook's shoulders. Yes. "Yes... please, un-"

Jungkook smacked his bare ass. Taehyung gasped; his eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe what his uncle just did. His skin burnt with the impact. But God! It felt fucking good. He wanted him to do that again.

"I want my name, wildflower!" Jungkook scolded groping the butt he just spanked. Taehyung's body jerked as if it had a mind of his own. God! He was angry. But that tone made his stomach clench, made his blood heat.

"J-Jungkook!" he cried out, too scared he will stop. Don't stop. Fuck... Please don't stop.

"Good boy!" His uncle praised him, guiding his other thigh around his waist before taking him further into the cave. His urgent steps splashed the water. Taehyung's body burnt with flames. He was sure if he could see, he would see them burning the cave down.

He tried to get as much air into his lungs as possible. Mom! Bless me! He prayed. But Jungkook claimed his mouth again and Taehyung's finger's found home in his uncle's black hair. Curling them around the thick, silky strands, he moaned clinging onto his uncle even further. 

His hole throbbed open with each step Jungkook took, the cold air brushing against it again and again, making him feel obscene, shameless. Hungry. And soaking. It clenched around nothing. He felt empty.

Fuck. He wanted Jungkook to take him right here. His patience was withering. But before he could whine, Jungkook placed him on a small rock.

Pulling out his own shirt, he discarded it to side.

Taehyung bent his knees, placing his sneaker clad feet flat on the stone and held the edges of it tightly to ground himself. He didn't know how to stop shivering like it was zero-degree Celsius there even when his skin was flushed with sweat. His lips trembled, knees shook, and body fought with the tremors.

His nails scratched the stone as he watched his uncle's muscles rippling so deliciously.

No matter how many times he watched him, his abdominal muscles always tightened in funny ways. He bit on his lower lip, goosebumps arising on his bare legs as cold air wrapped around him like a blanket, worsening everything. He felt cold. He felt hot. It was a mess of cold and hot and hot and cold.

"Still scared?" Jungkook asked parting his legs only to come over him. Taehyung slid back on the stone to accommodate himself better, his gaze never leaving the other. 

Taehyung nodded hesitantly, a small smile on his lips. "Y-Yeah..." A little bit. He accepted honestly. It wasn't the fear of taking Jungkook. It was something else. Beyond his comprehension.

"Good." His uncle teased back.

Taehyung bit his lower lip, his cheeks red but Jungkook took his mouth. Another shiver ran down his spine as Jungkook's hand travelled from his ankle and up to his calf, and up, leaving a burning trail behind before it gripped Taehyung's thigh and spread it wider.

Their tongues danced in a filthy chorus. Jungkook sucked on his lips like he was drinking from it. Taehyung moaned into it. His fingers trembled as they gripped at Jungkook's biceps, needing to hold onto something before he lost himself. Completely.

The heat of his uncle's body, the cold air licking at his bare skin, the sharp edge of stone beneath him, it all blurred beneath the force of that kiss.

"Fuck," Taehyung gasped when Jungkook broke away, just for a second. His lips were red, bitten, wet. "You... You are so g-good." He couldn't even complete his sentence. Jungkook was already trailing wet kisses along his jaw.

Jungkook's mouth found the sensitive skin of his neck and Taehyung's back arched instinctively. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back, giving him more access, and pulled at his hair in pleasure when Jungkook sucked at his sweet spot.

He really has such a good mouth.

The cave echoed with his heavy breath.

Jungkook grunted softly, lost in him. Devouring him. His tongue flattened against the line of Taehyung's throat before he sank his teeth in, hard enough to leave a mark, then soothed it with a sinful kiss and it maddened Taehyung.

He whimpered, thighs twitching around Jungkook's waist. 

Jungkook looked at him again as his fingers found the hem of Taehyung's shirt. "Get it out." He ordered. Taehyung nodded. Pulling it up and over his head, he helped Taehyung out of it and threw away.

His big hands found his throat, down to Taehyung's chest, teasing his perky nipples and caressing his stomach softly. Taehyung's eyes closed, feeling it gliding on him. Everywhere it touched, it sucked out the coldness and left it buzzing. Vibrating. Taehyung's body thrummed with need.

"You are so beautiful, wildflower." He heard his uncle rasp.

Taehyung arched his back and looked at him. "Please...."

"Please what?"

"Unc-" He stopped when Jungkook shook his head.

Taehyung bit on his lower lip. God! Why was it so difficult? Calling him by his name? "Please...." He pleaded instead.

Jungkook looked at him disapproving but his eyes shone brightly with something. A challenge. He bent down and kissed his throat again. Taehyung closed his eyes frustrated, his fingers curling around his uncle's hair. Jungkook's tongue swirled around on his flaming skin as if remembering the taste of it before he moved on to another spot on his neck.

Then he moved lower, his mouth trailing kisses down Taehyung's collarbone. He took his time as if Taehyung wasn't already writhing beneath him.

He fisted his free hand. His knuckles turned white. He knew his uncle was doing that deliberately. To annoy him. Irritate him. Edge him to the point he gives in.

Taehyung tried to call his name, silently, just to force his tongue to say it but couldn't. He had called him uncle for eighteen years.

Jungkook leaned closer, nibbling at the shell of his ear before sucking on the skin just below it. Their chests rubbed together; their arousal evident in air but Taehyung knew his uncle wouldn't give him what he wanted until he gets what he wanted from Taehyung.

He tried to find his voice again.

Jungkook moved lower his body, kissing his chest, placing feather light kisses along his sternum. Taehyung's chest rose and fell erratically, a tension coiling in his muscles along with bubbling desires. He was ready. And he wanted to cum.

He tried to look into Jungkook's eyes, but he was busy tormenting him. Taehyung could only see the mop of his black hair as he kissed the skin above his belly button.

The cool cave air kissed his damp skin where Jungkook's mouth had been, but the heat between Taehyung's thighs intensified. He almost whined but sucked in a lungful of oxygen when Jungkook's hot breath fanned his navel.

Taehyung waited for him to move. Jungkook's hand rested on his stomach like a claim. Fuck! His toes curled in his sneakers again. The anticipation filled him, but his uncle seemed to be enjoying the brief moment.

Air seemed to have gone still.

Jungkook's mouth finally found that sinful dip of his stomach. A broken gasp left Taehyung's mouth. His fingers tugged at Jungkook hair without his notice when he kissed it softly.

Taehyung's breath stuck in his chest. It came out with difficulty. Broken and stuttering. 

His mind stopped working.

Jungkook placed another open mouth kiss over the same spot. Taehyung raised his head to look at him, but he was focused on the boy's belly button. Taehyung tugged at his hair even harder. He didn't know how to take that tension.

He watched Jungkook's hot, wet tongue poking his navel, diving deeper gently, licking it around and filling the shallow dip with his saliva.

Taehyung's legs trembled around him, wide open. 

He waited for his uncle's eyes to meet his but they never did. Jungkook suckled the skin around that delicate dip as if playing with it, playing with Taehyung. His tongue flicked. Swirled. And devoured as he made all the dirty sounds.

Taehyung's stomach fluttered. A violent ache bloomed deep inside. His mouth parted, breath hot and shaking as something formed in his core. Tears of pleasure made it to his eyes. He couldn't take the tease. 

"J-Jungkook..." He gasped out, his eyes still trained at the man who so easily forced him into moaning his name that Taehyung didn't even realize it.

Jungkook's eyes snapped to his, twinkling with amusement and victory. Like he enjoyed how Taehyung fought and how he made him submit. Taehyung tasted the name on his tongue. Still foreign. Still strange. Still wrong.

"So you'll call me by my name only when I make you scream?" Jungkook questioned, delighted.

Taehyung's cheeks flushed crimson. Asshole! He tried to blink away the moistness in his eyes while his shallow gasps echoed in the cave.  "If making me scream is the only way to get your name out of my mouth...you b-better keep earning it." He tried to act confident. Again. But stuttered.

Jungkook's undivided attention made him nervous.

Jungkook bit back a smile and sat back. "Oh I will..."

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, but they widened when Jungkook cupped the back of his knees to bend them. Parting them wider, he looked at Taehyung darkly. "If you called me anything except by my name, I'll leave you soaking and begging right here, wildflower."

"I-"

"If you want my cock, keep that pretty mouth chanting Jungkook."

Taehyung flushed, scared and nervous and excited. "You c-"

"Keep counting how many times I make you scream my name."

"Un-"

Taehyung tried urgently but his words stuck in his throat when he felt Jungkook's mouth on his gaping hole. Uncle Jeon... He almost whimpered but bit his tongue. He tried not to let any sound escape. Closing his mouth tight, too scared he will end up calling him just what he wasn't allowed to, he tried to hold it in, but he couldn't control.

It was too good. Too much. The way Jungkook's tongue moved inside Taehyung was too good. He couldn't keep it inside. The urge to moan, to let it out, to scream, tore through his chest when his uncle feasted on him hungrily.

"Fuck...Jungkook!" He cried gritting his teeth. His legs opened further without even realizing, aching, desperate, pushing himself more into his uncle's mouth, greedy for more.

Jungkook growled lowly, fingers digging into the back of Taehyung's thighs, holding him wide open. "That's one," he rasped only to dive in again without mercy. His tongue making wet squelching sounds as he thrust into Taehyung.

Taehyung sobbed, knuckles white as he tried to hold onto the stone. He couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Every flick of Jungkook's tongue into him sent shocks through his spine, made him curl into himself and moan so loud it echoed off the cave walls.

"J-Jungkook--!" He cried out again.

"Two," Jungkook chuckled, the pride and arrogance evident in his eyes, before pulling back only to spit and pushed two fingers deep inside Taehyung.

The sudden stretch burnt him. So good. So fucking good. God!

Taehyung's legs shook.

"Didn't I tell you I'm going to have you screaming it until it's the only word you know, Wildflower!" Jungkook reminded him. "Until you forget who you are?"

Taehyung nodded throwing his head back. "Y-Yes..." The word came out of his chest with so much difficulty. Holy fuck! This was so good. He wanted to cry.

His legs trembled. His muscles strained. His mind turned hazy.

The cave wall peered at him lying naked, and on mercy, screaming Jungkook's name like a holy chant in nothing except his white sneakers soaked in water, and a bead bracelet in his wrist, but he could care less.

Jungkook twisted his fingers inside Taehyung, brushing that spot that made Taehyung wail. "Say it again."

Taehyung sobbed, not knowing how to resist. "Jungkook--ah, fuck, please!"

Jungkook came over Taehyung. Leaning in, he removed his hair from his forehead. His hot breath tickled Taehyung's mouth.

"Three," He whispered, looking up from Taehyung's lips to his eyes. "And we're just getting started, my wildflower."

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Here's your update! After a long time. Ha! Hope you enjoyed!

Comment down your most favourite part of the chapter. I'd love to know.

Uncle Jeon is being too complicated to understand. Any idea how much of his words have deeper meaning and how many of them are just dirty talk to make it better for Taehyung?

Stay tuned to know more. Might take some time for the next update because I have my tests, practicals and exams lines up for this month. I'll try to write because just like you guys, I can't also seem to crave for some Uncle Jeon and his wildflower!!

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