Jungkook Shirt Lift Novels & Stories

He puffed out a loud laugh which startled Jiwoon then he shifted his body embarrassingly. “Don’t laugh you shit! It’s the only thing I found!” He snickered a bit, reckoning that he just had to do it after all he can’t just back out now, then finally, he took Jiwoon’s shirt off and clumsily undid his pants, pulling the fly off and tugging it down as he unceremoniously throw Jiwoon’s clothes on the floor. He gazed down seeing his rough, chiseled chest that was blatantly revealed in front of his eyes. His heart leaped, he didn’t expect Jiwoon to have these kind of muscles!

Go Jii laughed at Hyun-ki and said to him "So what you did some background check on me so I should be scared" Hyun-ki laughed too and said that he is right he shouldn't be afraid of that since he is to it but he should be scared of him, then Hyun-ki took his jacket off and put it in Mun-hee, and then when he put it in him his arm tattoo was shown and then Go Jii looked at Hyun-ki and he was started looking scared, when Hyun-ki turned he asked him what is the deal of his look then he noticed that he was looking at his tattoo, then Hyun-ki laughed and told him

He asked worryingly. “Don’t worry. Let me handle this!” I insist. I cut off the sleeves of the shirt and cut the side a bit. Now, it looks like a Gym shirt. I gave it to him and he looked at it. “Wear it! Since you have many in your production number, you should be outstanding. The judges should see you right away!” I explained to him. "Partner this to that!" I picked up my American Eagle ripped jeans. It’s not just ripped; this is rugged as in broken pants.

Isla’s POV Shane Jr. comes bouncing down the stairs in his jeans and that shirt, half shirt, cropped tee, whatever they’re calling it now. Oversized but short at the same time. I swear, fashion makes no sense anymore. Of course, he’s got on Jordans. He grabs his jacket, throws it on, and for once, thank God, he doesn’t drown himself in cologne. I look him over. “Alright, let me see how you’re looking, son.”

“What the f*ck is wrong with you?” “I am sorry, Miss,” Emily apologized sincerely. “If it is okay with you, I can lend you my other shirt? Or should I buy you a new one?” She rolled her eyes and pointed Emily’s shirt with printed words “I love EXO.” And then she asked, “And you expect me to wear that sh*t?” What? Sh*t? Did she just call Emily’s favorite Kpop’s merchandise a sh*t? Like magma in a volcano, Emily’s patience reached its peak.

I guess, we'll see. We arrived at Namjoon's place and Jungkook opened the door for us. Then... "Yah! What are you guys doing?!" I shouted when blindfolded me and forcefully lifted me. "Just go with it" Jungkook said laughing. "Soomin unnie! Help! I'm being harassed!" I shouted. They laughed. They put me down in a chair still with a blindfold on. I could feel the air blowing in our direction. We were outside. Probably in the backyard.

But as suddenly as he felt the embarrassment, the jagged feeling of grief spiked through the embarrassment and that is all he could feel. "You had no right!" Jun snapped, his voice rising, cracking with emotion. "You had absolutely no right to touch my things!" Min arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "It was a shirt, Jun-woo. A ruined one. Do not be dramatic." "It wasn't just a shirt!" Jun shouted. His hands curled into fists at his sides, trembling. "My Dad gave me that shirt! It was the last birthday gift he gave me before I left for New York. He picked it out himself!"

Hosun leaned closer and kissed Yoonjin 's tummy, causing the CEO to chuckle. "You look so good in them!" "Thank you, sunshine." "Now the shirt!" he squealed and jumped off the bed to get it. He unfolded it and Yoonjin saw that it was a red and black check shirt. "Try it!" Sunny said happily. Yoonjin sighed and took the shirt. He wore it. "Wait," Hosun said, "Let me." Yoonjin let the younger male button the shirt up for him. Hosun buttoned it all the way up to the neck.

Leo would certainly get a kick out of it if G-Man was wearing it when he woke up. She found several more and figured this must have been the shirts his friend had bought him, unloved and unworn, hidden away in shame. She couldn’t decide which was her favorite, so many good choices. Like the shirt with the arrow pointing to the side with “I’m with sexy.” The one with don’t hate me because I’m beautiful or Maybe he’s born with it. Or maybe it’s botox.

, he asked angrily opening his arms widely gesturing to his outfit. "No, Mr. Kim, it looks too good but my problem is that you're wearing the thickest shirt I've seen on you with a jacket over it and I for sure am not carrying that around when you feel hot." "Oh, that was the reason? I thought she was jealous that people were gonna look. What a waste, I would've definitely enjoyed watching Sophie telling you to wear something that wouldn't make the gays and the girls look at you," Mr. Jung voiced out teasingly leaning on the wall next to us.