First impressions last
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Fuck! f**k! f**k! This is bad! This is bad! This is bad!
Shit!
Jungkook cursed repeatedly as he ran his hands through his hair and paced around the room. He could feel his palms get sweaty and he nervously bit his lower lip. Now wrapped in a bathrobe he wished he could turn the hand of time by just 10 minutes to save himself from such an embarrassing situation. What the hell just happened? He thought to himself closing his eyes and wished it all away.
Jimin eyed him quietly and tried as much as he could to suppress a laugh. I mean, what mother wants to walk in to find another man's son on top of hers? No mother ever! What mother wants to walk in on their beloved child doing the naughty? None. But, seeing how nervous the taller was, was even more amusing. He
