"There’s no shame in wrestling with your best bro and getting a little excited, it happens."
worn out and laying on the wooden floorboard with his limbs spread wide, jimin simply narrows his eyes at the taller male, his face tilting to the side just enough for his locks to stay away from his vision. "honestly, taehyung," he takes a deep breath in between his quiet panting, "i think you ripped the threads on my pants."










