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Viguki. "Bloccato."
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questo è un cetriolo
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Viguki. "Prove contaminate"
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Viguki. "Modi per chiedere scusa."
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Viguki. "Silenzio pericoloso"
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Viguki. "Protezione da se stessi"
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Viguki. Desidera un figlio alfa.
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— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii
Taehyung, dressed in oversized pajamas with funny prints, was bustling about the table. A whole green battalion was lined up before him: sliced cucumber rounds, a cucumber smoothie in a tall glass, toasts generously spread with cucumber paste, and even a bowl of pickled cucumbers in case the alpha wanted some variety.
The omega kept adjusting the plates, smiling contentedly to himself — he knew for sure that this would become the foundation of their future child's health.
Jungkook, sleepy and disheveled, appeared in the doorway. His gaze fell upon the table — and he was wide awake instantly. The alpha froze, then slowly shifted a bewildered look toward the beaming Taehyung, who was already pushing a stool toward him.
Jungkook tried to object, opening his mouth, but the omega simply pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him, and then took his hand and placed his palm on his still-flat stomach — a gesture full of ironclad argumentation.
Jungkook looked at the green mess, then at the happy omega, who had already settled in beside him and even pushed his own portion closer so they could eat together. The alpha longingly remembered the chips hidden somewhere in the cupboard, but, catching Taehyung's pleading gaze, he gave in.
— It's healthy, and besides, we only have to endure it for a few more months, – Taehyung declared contentedly, popping a cucumber slice into his mouth.
Viguki. "Bloccato."
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Cetriolo^^
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cetriolo
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questo è un cetriolo
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Viguki. "Prove contaminate"
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Viguki. "Modi per chiedere scusa."
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Viguki. "Silenzio pericoloso"
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Viguki. "Protezione da se stessi"
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Viguki. Desidera un figlio alfa.
377