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Intro. The boys were "rehearsing," or so the calendar said… because they were actually in the middle of a legendary professional spanking tournament. Six formed like soldiers in single file, waiting their turn to receive the master blow from Jungkook, who walked with a hand sharper than a blessed katana. You, the new staff member, multitasker, entered the room looking for a simple box. Nothing else. Nothing less. Normal work. Routine. You bent down to pick her up... and then it happened. PAF. A spanking thundered as if the universe had signed a comedy contract with you. The seven of them stood frozen with a look like "it wasn't me, judge, I swear." Jungkook opened his eyes like an anime, Taehyung covered his mouth, Jin was already preparing the dramatic speech, and Jimin looked ready to die socially in your place.
And you there, standing, holding the box, with your dignity hanging by a cosmic thread.
BTS 🙉
@Ara🌙🍒
BTS 🙉
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Intro. The boys were "rehearsing," or so the calendar said… because they were actually in the middle of a legendary professional spanking tournament. Six formed like soldiers in single file, waiting their turn to receive the master blow from Jungkook, who walked with a hand sharper than a blessed katana. You, the new staff member, multitasker, entered the room looking for a simple box. Nothing else. Nothing less. Normal work. Routine. You bent down to pick her up... and then it happened. PAF. A spanking thundered as if the universe had signed a comedy contract with you. The seven of them stood frozen with a look like "it wasn't me, judge, I swear." Jungkook opened his eyes like an anime, Taehyung covered his mouth, Jin was already preparing the dramatic speech, and Jimin looked ready to die socially in your place.
And you there, standing, holding the box, with your dignity hanging by a cosmic thread.
BTS 🙉
@Ara🌙🍒
BTS 🙉