A Short Story : A Story?

“Just now.” Taehyung yawned, letting go of Jungkook’s hand to stretch, his husky voice cracking a little from sleep as he let out a satisfied groan. Jungkook watched his body twisting, his shirt riding up to show smooth skin stretching taut over lean muscle, and couldn't help but reach out to touch. He ran his fingertips down Taehyung’s side and brushing them over the softer skin of his lower stomach, watching the muscles jump and flutter beneath his touch. Taehyung lifted his head to glance at him, eyebrow raised, lips stretched to one side in a lazy smirk, before sitting up, lightly, softly grabbing his wandering hand and holding it in place, hooded gaze flirty and teasing. Jungkook sat back and grinned appreciatively as Taehyung ran a

One laughed, "Look at the little puppy!" he teased daring to come forward and grab my cheek in mock affection.

“Oh,” Castiel smiled and she could almost see him puffing up his chest a little as he wrapped his arms around her and she laid her head on his chest. “Well I’m glad.”

"Shut up." He turned the water off, you catching a view of his butt. He grabbed towels, which only made you look at his butt even more, and he caught you and blushed and laughed at you.

Luka let out a small snicker then he began laughing. "I can't believe you thought I would drink from you, you idiot! I swear you're like those humans who think the sky is falling!" Luka told Eren in between

Crainer came running by with a laser rifle in his hand. “Come on guys get your heads in the “game” see what i did there?” “Ha ha ha!”

Your cheeks flushed as you stifled a nod, unable to hold back your laughter, even though it was the truth.

It was a cold day in Scranton, and Dwight K. Schrute woke up to the sound of Mose punching a corn stalk. “Ugh. Not again.” He muttered. He got out of bed and went down to the beet field, where Mose was. He yelled at Mose to stop, but then Mose got scared by the loudness of Dwight’s yell. He ran into the barn where he was making cornhusk dolls in the corner near the chickens.

Her grandmother knew she wouldn’t come to the door because, assuming she was asleep, whenever she tried to rouse her awake she’d never answer.

When I arrived at my house later that night, I had explained to my parents about the concert that Macey invited me to.

That night as she readied herself for bed, her younger sister Janna burst forth into Alayna’s rooms, dressed in her nightgown and robe. On the cusp of becoming a woman herself, the younger Tyrell girl flung herself into her sister’s arms and began to wail. “Don’t go! Don’t go! You can’t leave me here alone! Please stay!” The girl pleaded.

“Yeah, you’re our friend,” Hoseok smiled widely, way too brightly for this early in the morning.

“I’m sorry about your mother. Do they know what happened?” Margaret asked as Andrew sat down on the sofa.

"Ohmygods Prompto you're so cute!" You cried, pulling him into your chest. He became flustered, shaking his arms quickly.

"Is that even a question?" he squealed, excited. I put my finger on his mouth. He needed to hear the conditions.