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“Who the fuck—”
Choi spun, scanning the bullpen, dangling the panties between his fingers.
His gaze lands on Taehyung - shirt half-open, thighs slick, face still flushed and wrecked.
He didn’t say a word.
He just smiled - a slow, filthy, tongue darting out to lick a stray drop of drool from his lip.
Or, Taehyung chases the prolonged denied lust in the darkness of his cubicle.