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"Make it go up." "Excuse me?" Now snapped out of his rosy-pink trance, Yoongi moved his head so that he was looking at Hoseok right in the face. "Your dick," the painter motioned at Yoongi's crotch, his hip cocked to the side, "it was at about a forty-five degree angle, slightly curved, but it went down, and I already drew half of it. Make it go up again." Never in his life had anyone broken a pleasant silence to tell him to make his dick get hard, so naturally his face flushed a healthy, embarrassed red. "Fine," Yoongi's head snapped up at his tone, "if you won't do it, I'll do it myself." or wealthy Lord Min Yoongi visits a talented young painter to have his portrait drawn (and beyond their rose-tinted haven, a massacre ensues and Yoongi starts to have nightmares about a man beside a guillotine who threatens to have his head chopped off-but we don't talk about that).
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