HABA 5661 My Very First Games - Here Fishy Fishy! Magnetic Fishing Game- English version (Made in Germany)

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Hey, Jungkookie,” Taehyung says quietly. Jungkook managed to haul Taehyung out of the shower and help him into the bath, and now they sit listening to the faucet run. Ensures the food is super fresh,” Yoongi tells him. He jerks his chin in the direction of the approaching waiter. “There you go, fishboy. Go with him.” Taehyung really starts to laugh now and Jungkook cards his fingers through his hair because what even is this situation.

I also told you I put it on too tight,” Taehyung grumbles childishly. He rubs his cheeks and sighs. “It hurts.” Taehyung sighs. “Fine,” he says, getting to his feet. He storms into the bathroom. “But I’m splashing as much as I like,” and with that he slams the door.He’ll - he’ll hang the washing when it’s dry and - and the recycling probably needs to be sorted and - and the dishes need to be washed and - Taehyung grins and presses his palm to Jungkook’s. “See,” he says, lifting himself further out of the water and draping his weight over the side of the bath. Water sloshes over the edge and further wets the floor. Jungkook turns their hands over, examining them. “Perfectly normal hands.”

Why doesn’t - how did no one think to give her pen and paper, let her write this shit down. ‘I’m cursed I need you to kiss me.’” He makes a noise of disgust and drags Jungkook’s laptop closer, examining the screen. “What is this shit you’re making me watch, Kook?” Jungkook sits Taehyung down against the edge of the tub then starts to fill it. He strips Taehyung down to his underwear, hands shaking as he runs his touch over chalky, pale skin. Taehyung’s chest is still marred with scratches and the ring of teethmarks on his shoulder is painful to look at. He puts his palm over Taehyung’s heart, feels the mad desperate fluttering as his chest struggles up and down.

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Yeah…” Jungkook murmurs, watching as Taehyung goes down another step, and another, and another, and now the water is coming up over Taehyung’s ankles and the sun is breaching the horizon and glancing off of Taehyung’s shoulders and Jungkook doesn’t want to have to eat a freezer full of fish all himself and he doesn’t want to have to wait at least a month before he gets to collapse on the couch next to Taehyung after a long day of uni and he doesn’t want to have to make the sad trip to an empty home with a bundle of clothes that smell of raw fish and the sea and Jungkook doesn’t want to have to say goodbye because what he really wants - what he really wants - Well kissing you would be a lot more fun if there wasn’t that whole ‘breathing’ thing to worry about.” Jungkook grins down at Taehyung and when Taehyung starts to laugh, Jungkook leans down and swallows the sound and lets it warm his chest from the inside out. Taehyung is crumpled behind it, face turned towards the air vent. Jungkook drops down beside him, hand immediately coming up to hover in front of Taehyung’s mouth - and he lets out a shaky relieved breath when he feels weak puffs of air against his fingers. Taehyung’s chest struggles up and down and there’s no colour to be found in him and when Jungkook feels his skin it’s dry and papery and his scales, as colourless as the rest of him, are present and they’re flaking and - Tae?” Jimin moves out of the way so that Jungkook can crouch beside him. “Hey, what’s - “ Jungkook stops and stares at his fingers on Taehyung’s arm. “Your skin…” Jungkook turns Taehyung’s arm over in his hands and smooths his thumb over the inside of his forearm. His skin is dry and chalky. His scales are starting to show and they’re colourless and flaky.

Idiot,” Jungkook mutters, leaning up against the doorframe. He folds his arms over his chest then steps into the room and sits down beside the tub. Taehyung shifts a little, hand coming to rest on Jungkook’s propped knee, and Jungkook grins, taking the hand in his own to examine it. He turns it over and tilts it towards the light, admiring the glimmer of scales. Taehyung’s fingers twitch. Jungkook listens to Taehyung’s words slur together as he fights off his exhaustion. “Yeah, hyung.” Jungkook pulls the towel from Taehyung’s head and uses his fingers to comb his damp hair. He swallows as he smooths the strands into place. “I’m sorry, hyung,” he whispers. Taehyung grins and holds the fish up out of the water. “This one!” He thrusts it in the direction of one very startled waiter. It takes some careful manoeuvring but Jungkook gets Taehyung into the water. It’s anything but a perfect fit and Jungkook has to pull carefully on Taehyung’s legs until his head is slipping under - and then Jungkook waits, breath held in the cavity of his chest and the hollow of his cheeks.Taehyung drags himself high enough out of the bath that he can put the end of his tail in. Little swirls of blood dissipate into the water as Taehyung swishes his tail, cleaning the wound. “But look how - mmph!” Taehyung looks at Jungkook with wide eyes then tries to stare at the hand over his mouth. Jungkook,” Hoseok says, coming up beside them. “The water we passed earlier - we can take him there.” Ok, ok,” Jungkook says, laughing as he helps Taehyung balance - but Taehyung’s fingers find the hem of his shirt and tug insistently. “Wh-what are you doing?”