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Jimin approaches the light at last... he’s been yearning for it... his desire burning as much as the heat the beautiful lamp is giving. He’s radiant. The amount of slaps he’s dodged for months now. The trials of survival.
And he knows, oh how he knows of the countless pretty other lamps out this room. He could go door to door and caress a HEKTAR, a HOLMÖ, JANSJÖ, and also the tempting standing sin of a YPPERLIG. But no one shines as bright as you, LampKook-ssi. IKEA can’t make You.
Soaring faster. Buzzing louder. Heat rising. jiMOTHy pauses, wants to know if LampKook-ssi wants the same thing. /Needs/ the same thing.
LampKook flickers in morse code:
-.-. --- -- . / - --- / -- . .-.-.- / -.-. --- -- . / ..-. --- .-. / -- . .-.-.-
“Fuck, that’s hot” jimin says.
Jimin steps foot on his lamp shade. Finally, the physical touch he’s been yearning. It’s nice, but its not enough. He needs to go deeper. He crawls in a teaseful way, leading towards the top center to touch the most sensitive part. LampKook-ssi is turned on in more ways than one.
The bulb. That precious bulb that attracts dirt and dust. Jimin smirks recognizing he likes to get dirty. He knows he’s invited to explore him. Invade him. Adventure inside. Dust comes and goes, but this dirty moth is here to stay.
a SMACK is met on top of jiMOTHy.
“What the fuck was that” Taehyung said, not sure about what he just witnessed.
He unplugs LampKook. That’s the last time he’s ever gonna buy furniture at Goodwill.
[END.]