Personal hell was a dominant idea that nobody could wrap their brain around. It was where an individual built demons and replaced daydreams with nightmares. Jeon Jungkook’s personal hell was his father’s office.
The intimidating businessman stood at the front of his desk. Jungkook was slouched in a leather chair in front of him. A red beanie kept the tips of his ears warm as ice fled from his father’s stone gaze. Jungkook ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth as his father spoke.
“You came to me a few weeks ago, Jungkook, about wanting to be more hands-on with the business that goes on in Jeon Industries, yes?” He asked.
Jungkook hesitated to nod, the regret already clouding his thoughts. He agreed, “Yes, sir.”
His father smiled down at him and it was sinister. Jungkook felt trapped but at the same time wanted to please the father figure in his life. His father started to speak again and he could hear the dark tone seep through his words.
“I have a job for you, and it will be tough.”
Movement Dance Academy was Park Jimin’s home away from home. The walk was ten minutes away from his abode to the one place he could let loose. The sight of the brick building with the neon sign made his shoulders lose tension and his jaw unclench.
Jimin’s apartment was lonely and cold. He had his two friends over on the occasion, but the bed was too big for one person. It was bad enough Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung were well aware of Jimin’s problem.
“You have to get out of your apartment!” Hoseok encouraged, “Have you tried talking to anyone at the dance studio?”
Jimin giggled, “Everyone there is like family. You know that.”
Hoseok had a black baseball cap on top of his vibrant ruby hair. His mouth seemed to be in a permanent smile, a real walking ray of sunshine. He reminded Jimin of a five-year-old; he got so excited over little things. At the same time, Jimin felt like calling him ‘mom’ every now and then because of how he treated everyone.
When Jimin moved to the area, he met Hoseok at the academy first. He was so bright that Jimin drew to him.
He met Tae after.
Jimin had a minuscule crush on Taehyung when he first met him. He looked like he stepped off the cover of those magazines he read as a kid. He was handsome. Taehyung had his sand hair pushed back with a black headband. His round face and wide mouth were quirky but fitting. His eyes actually sparkled, and not the cliche kind of sparkle. The light would hit in the right places and Jimin could never tear away from staring at him.
The street was dead in the early morning. Jimin covered his hands with his oversized grey sweater. An autumn wind breathed on the exposed skin of Jimin’s body.
The dance building had copper-colored brick that stood high on the street. The other buildings were sleeker, more modern. Jimin could tell the outside of the dance studio had not been renovated in a long time. He liked the old look of the building. It gave it character.
The stone stairs that lead to the doorway echoed their steps as they made their way inside.
The locker room was busy, and a big difference from the empty lobby. Jimin peeled his sweatshirt off and then his pants.
When Taehyung did, Jimin’s flicked over to him and then noticed something dark on his collarbone.
“Tae, what is that?” Jimin teased.
Hoseok prodded it with his finger, “Yeah, Tae, that’s dark. Who’s the lucky guy?”
Tae pulled on gym shorts, “Stop it! I’m not telling.”
“Why not?” Jimin pouted.
“Did you get his number?” Hoseok asked. He nudged Tae with his elbow.
“No.” Tae frowned, “I think it was a one-time thing.”
Jimin tightened his grip on his dance bag, “I’m sorry, Tae.”
“It’s fine. I think I’ll be alright if I never see him again.” His face dropped when he spoke, and Jimin knew it was far from the truth.
Jimin asked, “What was so good about him?”
“His ass.” Tae deadpanned. Hoseok burst out in laughter.
Jimin smiled, “That’s it?”
“Well, no.” Tae’s round face grew more scarlet, “He’s got this cool attitude, you know? Like one of those bad boys you see in movies. He’s level-headed and a deep thinker. I really liked talking to him. The sex was a bonus.”
“He sounds mysterious.” Hoseok wiggled his fingers in Tae’s eye line.
“He was.” Tae snatched Hoseok’s hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. He slapped Tae on the arm.
“What’s his name?” Jimin asked, now clothed in tight dancewear.
“Min Yoongi.” Tae put his hands on his cheeks. Hoseok squealed and hugged him.
Jimin sighed heavy and it did not go unnoticed. The two boys watched him as he grabbed his ballet shoes, a pair of canvas slippers his mother got for him when he moved.
“You’ll find someone, Jimin,” Hoseok said.
Taehyung nodded in agreement.
“I don’t know.” Jimin was convinced he would end up alone. He had one boyfriend from back home and it only had ended because he moved.
“I have an idea!” Tae jumped up, “Let’s go clubbing tonight, yeah?”
Hoseok frowned, “Tae, I have to help out here tonight for the teen’s class, sorry.”
Jimin rubbed his hands over his face as he yawned. He said, “I’ll just end up going home after practice.”
“Jimin, you have hours before tonight.” Tae said.
Before Jimin could talk, the other men in the room left for the main studio.
“We have to go,” Jimin said as he shut his locker.
Taehyung and Hoseok exchanged worried glances before they followed Jimin out of the locker room.
The alarm the next morning made Jimin cover his head with his pillow. Except his phone was not actually going off and his ‘alarm’ was Hoseok pulling the blankets off of him.
“Jimin! Wake up!”
“What time is it?” Jimin groaned as he searched for his phone on the bed next to him.
“Eight in the morning.” Hoseok pulled on Jimin’s ankle.
Jimin rubbed his eyes as he was pulled off of the bed. He stood up and yawned.
He was always a morning person, but that was when he got his full night of sleep. He went to bed around one in the morning after he tossed and turned for a few hours.
“Why am I awake? I don’t have to be up for another hour.” Jimin trudged into his kitchen.
Hoseok was cut off by Taehyung who jumped up onto Jimin’s kitchen counter.
“You know that guy that I slept with? Yoongi?” Tae asked, his face lighting up.
Jimin nodded, not entirely understanding the big deal.
Tae made finger guns at Jimin, “I saw him again last night.”
“You did?” Jimin was more awake than a few moments ago, “What happened?”
“What do you think happened?” Tae asked, a knowing look on his face.
Jimin rolled his eyes, “Dirty. I’m jealous.”
“I still didn’t get his number though.” He pouted.
“Well, maybe you’ll see him at another dive club where it smells bad. I’m assuming that’s where you went?” Jimin asked with sass to his voice.
Hoseok shoved his shoulder, “Rude. Go shower, you smell bad too.”
Jimin giggled and walked off towards the bathroom.
After his shower, Jimin left his wet blond hair down and slipped on a white shirt with a denim jacket and black jeans.
He came out of the bathroom and the two boys were by the door waiting.
“We’re going to walk you over to the academy if that’s alright.” Hoseok said, “I have to pick up my check.”
“Shit, they paid you for last night?” Jimin asked.
“They're supposed to,” Hoseok said.
Jimin sighed, “Go figure. I’ve been volunteering my damn time every afternoon for that kid's ballet class. I should’ve asked to be put on the payroll.”
“I’m sure they would,” Hoseok said as Jimin grabbed his dance bag off of the couch.
“Is your other job not paying well?” Tae snorted and then laughed harder.
“Fuck off.” Jimin’s face turned red as he slipped his boots on.
“What are you again? A club dancer? An exotic dancer?” Hoseok winked.
“I’m a stripper. Call it like it is, Hobi.” Jimin said, “And no, it’s not. I only work weekends because I’m so spent from class.”
Jimin liked his job, he really did. The money was decent and the tips were better. Plus, any chance he had to flaunt his body and perform (no matter the setting) was a good day for him.
The walk down to the academy was as normal as it could be. The small talk between the three was loud and obnoxious. The three extroverts talked about everything from Taehyung’s new boy to Hoseok’s funny stories about the teenagers he had to teach.
As the three got close to the brick building, Jimin saw someone leaned against the stairs that lead up to the academy’s front entrance. The boy’s frame was smaller, and the smolder on his face was grim but handsome. His lips were soft looking, wrapped around a cigarette. Frost-colored hair covered his forehead and his snowy skin was gloomy like the sky.
“Fuck, no.” Tae stopped and slid behind Hoseok.
“What’s the matter?” Hoseok asked.
Jimin saw the boy look up and he pushed himself off the stairs towards the three of them.
“Tae, is that him?” Jimin whispered.
“Yes, it’s him!” Tae hissed.
The boy had a deep drawl when he spoke, “I figured you’d be by here this morning.”
Hoseok and Jimin stepped aside revealing an embarrassed Taehyung.
Taehyung had a blank expression in his eyes with his mouth ajar.
“These your friends?” the boy asked.
Tae still said nothing, too in shock that this boy tracked him down.
Jimin spoke up, “I’m Jimin. This is Hoseok.”
Hoseok waved, despite the boy being a foot away from them.
“Yoongi.” He put a hand on his chest, “Tae, I wanted to grab your number from you, if that’s alright?”
“It’s more than alright!” Hoseok squealed.
Tae snapped out of it and he whispered to the boys, “Go inside.”
“Right, well it was nice meeting you.” Jimin smiled at Yoongi. He pulled Hoseok away and then winked over his shoulder at Taehyung who was getting his phone out.
Once the two were inside, their laughter filled the lobby of the dance academy.
“Did you see his face?” Hoseok asked as he clapped his hands together.Jimin gripped his arm and buried his face in Hoseok’s shoulder, “We cannot let him live this down.”
The two walked past pretty girls in tight leotards and transparent skirts as they laughed hard. The girls rolled their eyes and turned their noses up. Jimin never cared for them.
There were a few good souls at the dance academy, but none that Jimin became close with. Everyone else has money to their name and that was enough for them to get ahead there. Jimin was at the academy by a scholarship he won by an audition. As long as he made efficient progress, he had a sponsor pay for him.
Jimin got ready in the locker room and when Tae walked in with a flushed face, swollen lips, and messy hair, Hoseok went back into his laugh riot from before.
Jimin shimmied his hips into black leggings, “Have fun?”
Tae collapsed on the bench, “Boys are amazing. They really are.”
“Wait, where are you?” Jungkook repeated his question.
Yoongi was on the other end, gushing about the pretty boy he had been fucking. Jungkook could hear the smirk in his voice as he talked about him.
“I’m on my way to Movement right now.”
“The dance company?” Jungkook asked.
Yoongi was irritated. He let out an annoyed sigh, “Yes, Jungkook. What’s the big deal?”
Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath and he looked over his shoulder at his father’s office door.
He stuttered out, “D-Do you mind if I come with you?”
“I don’t care. Namjoon and Jin should be there too.” Yoongi said.
Jungkook got off the living room couch and went to the front door. His phone loose in his hand as he attempted to get his boots on.
“Okay, I’ll be there soon.”
The class was harsh on Jimin’s body. Taehyung and Hoseok stayed and watched as Jimin worked on his flexibility with the other dancers in the class. The two almost got kicked out by the teacher when Jimin did a split and Taehyung burst out laughing at a perverted comment from Hoseok.
Jimin’s thighs were vibrating from being overworked and his parted hair was sweaty on the hairline. He walked out of the academy with Hoseok and Tae in front of him. He planned on grabbing lunch before he had to be back to help out. Every step down the stairs was a shock to his blistered feet. Even with the bandages and the lotion, the external stress on his body made him weak.
As they turned around at the last step, the two in front of him stopped their chatting.
Taehyung was giddy, “You waited for me?”
“Of course I did,” Yoongi said as he slid a hand up Tae’s chest.
Jimin noticed he was not alone this time. He did not bother looking over the boys that were with him. He wanted nothing more than to go to his apartment and eat food, maybe soak his feet.
“I can’t stay and chat, I’m starving.” Jimin patted Hoseok’s shoulder and said a quick goodbye.
Jimin walked past his friends, and the eyes of Yoongi and his pals.
The next morning, his walk into class was lonely. Hoseok and Taehyung took a hip-hop class on Wednesdays and Thursdays. They started half an hour earlier than Jimin did. As much as Jimin wanted to take it, it was not in his scholarship’s budget for him to do more than two classes, his acrobatics class taking up three days out of the week. He had thought about switching out acrobatics with hip-hop but his teacher had stressed him to not do it because he was doing so well in her class.
Jimin was surprised to see Yoongi again, and he caught the eyes of the three other boys with him.
They were all taller than Yoongi, broader, but not nearly as intimidating. One of them had parted black hair down the middle with a long face and a wide smile. He leaned against the brick of the dance academy trying to show the other guy a video on his phone as he laughed. The other guy had messy brown hair parted on the side and deep set dimples showed when he looked over the other boy’s shoulder at his phone.
Yoongi saw Jimin and waved with a flick of his fingers.
Jimin went to lift his hand to return the wave but his body went numb when he saw the last boy.
He was young looking, with clear alabaster skin. His dark doe eyes bore into Jimin’s body as if he tried to undress him. His tongue shut out to flick across his bottom lip. His black hair was styled off to the side, a few stray pieces loose against his forehead. His muscular arms and chest showed through a baggy grey t-shirt that was tucked into black jeans with a belt. He had a couple tattoos on his neck of roses, a full garden on his skin.
Jimin tore his eyes away before he could be accused of staring. When he went to step up onto the stairs, he nearly lost his footing when a cat call whistle came from the boy’s lips.
Jimin chewed the inside of his mouth before he climbed up the stairs with fast feet. The laughter from the four boys made his face heat up.
The next day when Jimin walked in alone, it was the same situation. The four boys were in the same positions with different outfits. It was a bit sunnier out so Jimin had worn a plain baby blue tank top into his dance class that day with black shorts that barely grazed his middle thigh. Before he stepped on the steps, again, that one boy let out another whistle.
That Friday when Jimin had gotten to the studio, he thought going inside quicker than normal would help, but he was met with the same whistle tone from that boy.
Frustrated, Jimin rolled his eyes.
The locker room was busier than normal. Hoseok was ready for class while Taehyung took his sweet time. Jimin walked in, obviously a little heated.
“What’s wrong with you grumpy?” Hoseok asked.
“Nothing.” He was short, “Are they always going to be out there waiting for you?” Jimin asked as he opened his locker.
Taehyung shrugged, “I don’t know. They’re nice boys so I would say yes.”
“Who are they?” Hoseok asked.
“Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook. They’ve been Yoongi’s friends for a while.”
Jimin tried to place the names to the faces himself, trying to figure out who they belonged to. He had called them in his head ‘Shoulders’, ‘Dimples’, and ‘Bambi’. He’d stick with his own personal nicknames for now.
“You guys have a lot of fun?” Hoseok asked.
“Yeah, we’re actually going out tonight for food. You both should come!”
“I’m down,” Hoseok said as he packed his bag up for the night.
“Jimin?” Tae pouted, “Please come.”
Jimin sighed. The one boy he had dubbed has Bambi, although was gorgeous, was quite annoying already to him. He could not imagine how they were together as a group.
He said, “Tae, I’m beat. Maybe another time, yeah?”
After a difficult ballet class, left the locker room. He was in more of a hurry than normal because he had to clean up before he went to work. He buttoned up the last two button on his black and red flannel before he stepped out into the chilly weather. He pushed his sleeves up to his elbows as he started his set stroll towards his apartment.
He completely forgot that Yoongi’s crew had been there, loitering.
“Wanna show me what those lips do, baby boy?”
Jimin almost stopped. He almost broke under the pressure of being objectified by this one boy (Bambi).
He rolled his eyes and continued walking instead. His cheeks grew warm as he muttered under his breath, “Dick.”
Work that night was one of his best nights. After closing, he sat up on a bar stool while the bartender washed out the glasses.
The harsh lights of the club were turned on while the custodian cleaned up the floor.
Jimin laughed and raised the stack in the air, “Taemin, you get this in tips?”
The bartender smiled at him, “No, I think I should dance on the counter with my shirt off every now and then. I might.”
The two of them laughed.
“I would tip you if I saw that.” Jimin drank the water next to him, “But you’re boring.”
Taemin scoffed, “Oh please, like you’re any less boring than me. You dance all week and go home to do what exactly?”
“I know I’m lousy right now.” Jimin rolled his head around, his neck popping.
Taemin brushed his dark hair back with his fingers, “You mean there’s absolutely no one that you’re even slightly interested?”
“Yeah, I’ll date you.”
“Fine.” Jimin brushed his thumb along the edge of the money stack in his hand, “I’m not necessarily talking to this guy. It’s more like he won’t stop hitting on me but he’s cute so I don’t tell him directly to stop.”
“That’s messed up.” Taemin grabbed a rag from behind the bar.
“I know! I don’t know what to say! ‘Stop making advances even though I like it’. I can’t do that.” Jimin put his money in his coat pocket.
Taemin shrugged, “You could. But, have you actually tried talking to him?”
“No. I don’t even know this guy’s name. He hangs outside my dance studio with Tae’s new boyfriend.”
“Tae has a boyfriend now? Good for him.”
“I thought we were talking about me.” Jimin pouted.
Taemin leaned over the counter and pinched Jimin’s bottom lip, “We are. I think you should try to talk to him and if it doesn’t work out then I’ll kick his ass for hitting on you in the first place.”
Jimin rested his chin on his hand and had a dreamy glint in his eyes, “You wouldn’t be able to. That boy has muscles.”
Taemin looked down at his own body, which Jimin knew was built. He could see it through the thin shirt he wore.
“I need new friends.” Jimin teased as he got down from the bar stool he was on.
Jimin zipped up his coat as his boss made his way towards the counter.
“Ah, shit.” Jimin shut his eyes.
“What the hell are you two still doing here? I’m not paying you for staying after!” He snapped.
“I’m cleaning up and Minnie and I were just talking,” Taemin said as he tossed the rag aside.
Nang Minsu was an angry man with thick hands and a round body. He was bossy and demanded the most from everyone. Jimin avoided him as much as possible.
“Well, leave now.” Minsu said, “Before I fire you both for staying here after hours.”
Jimin rolled his eyes but then his chin was gripped tight. He grimaced as Minsu inspected his face.
“Wipe that shit off your eyes while you’re at it.” He tossed Jimin’s face to the side and Jimin rubbed at his jaw.
The two watched Minsu walk back towards the hallway that led to his office. Taemin started to rant about their boss. He could hear him, but the words did not connect to Jimin’s ears as the back of his eyes burned.
Jungkook’s favorite part of the large estate they lived on was his personal bathroom he had. He set his night shower to a lukewarm setting and shut the glass door behind him. The tile under his feet splash as he found a good angle for the water to run down his back. He leaned back against the shower wall, the marble smooth and slippery against his skin.
He shut his eyes as he thought over his day, allowing the water to clear his senses. He had drank some that night with Namjoon at his apartment. He smoked a joint with Yoongi. He made comments at the poor boy at the dance studio.
Jimin . Jungkook thought to himself.
Yoongi had told him the name during their high earlier that day. Jimin was stunning. Jungkook was not worthy enough to witness a god walk past him on the mornings that Yoongi visited Tae.
His hand snaked down his abdomen and locked onto the base of his half hard cock. Thinking about him alone and the pretty eyes he had made him think with his dick. He started to move his hand up and down in languid motions as he thought about the lips on the boy. Jungkook thought about the velvet texture they had and the swell of them. He had never seen such beautiful lips before. They would be even more beautiful wrapped around his cock.
He envisioned fucking the dancer’s mouth, pulling his hair and forcing his cock down his throat. The thought of him choking on it but deep throating made the idea more pleasurable.
Jungkook moaned out, “J-Jimin…”
He came all over his hand and Jungkook knew, he was fucked .
Jimin almost broke his perfect attendance record that Monday simply for the reason that he did not want to walk by those boys again. He was surprised they had not gotten in trouble yet for hanging out in front of the dance academy.
He was hesitant, but he took his normal on foot journey towards the academy. He was late, but he had no intention of missing out on the class.
He saw two of the girls from his ballet class talk to the four boys. They were all giggles with Shoulders who was making them laugh.
Dimples swat his chest at one point when Shoulders winked at one of the girls.
“So, you dancers are flexible right?” Shoulders asked.
Yoongi slapped a hand to his forehead, “Jin, you’re being a creep.”
“I’m very flexible.” One of the girls put her hand on Jin’s shoulder as she smirked at him.
Yoongi shook his head, embarrassed. His reaction shocked Jimin. The way Tae had talked about the two of them he did not think a small sex joke would make him blush.
Dimples glared at the girl on Jin, despite his attempts to remain calm. It made Jimin smirk a little at the jealousy.
Meanwhile, Bambi was more focused on Jimin who watched the scene unfold as he walked towards the stairs.
“What about you, sweets?” the boy asked.
Jimin stopped this time. He asked, “What?”
“Jungkook, don’t,” Yoongi warned.
The girls scurried away, the situation becoming progressively tense.
Jungkook . Jimin saved that into a mental folder. He knew now that Dimples was Namjoon and that this doe-eyed boy was Jungkook thanks to the name drop Tae did.
“How flexible are you?” Jungkook asked, a toothy smile on his face. Despite the sexual innuendo and the overpowering dark stare, the front two teeth of this boy’s mouth contradicted with the rest of him. He could not have been any more than twenty. If Jimin guessed he would have said seventeen, but that was unlikely with the crowd he was with. No parent would let their kid around those boys, especially in this particular area.
He thought back to Taemin and what he had said. This was his window of opportunity for him to speak to Jungkook, to actually converse with him.
Jimin raised his middle finger up before he went inside.
That night, Jimin felt sociable and invited Hoseok and Taehyung over to watch a movie. Hoseok had come by first, a plastic bag full of candy on the inside of it. Taehyung arrived not with food, but with Yoongi.
Jimin did not care, he always had an open door for anyone.
Taehyung and Hoseok found their way to the living room while Yoongi stuck around in the kitchen.
“Hey, can we talk?” He asked.
Jimin filled up a large glass bowl with popcorn, “Of course, what’s up? If it’s about Tae I must say I am glad you came to me-”
“It’s about Jungkook.”
Jimin nearly knocked the bowl off the counter, “Oh.”
Yoongi leaned against the counter next to Jimin, “He’s harmless, by the way. I know he comes on a little strong.”
“You think?” Jimin was sarcastic.
Yoongi shrugged one shoulder up, “The only reason they’re all there is because I walk Taehyung home after class, Jungkook wants to see you walk, and then Jin and Namjoon just follow us.”
“Wait, what? Why?” Jimin asked. He could not fight the smile on his face.
“I don’t know, something about them being bored…” Yoongi was confused as to why Jimin even cared in the first place.
“No! No...not that. Jungkook.”
“Oh! Right.” Yoongi stole popcorn from the bowl, “Yeah, he likes to watch you walk in. I personally think he likes watching you leave more.”
Jimin blushed hard.
“He doesn’t know your name because Tae won’t tell him.” Yoongi lied, knowing well that he told Jungkook himself.
“Good.” Jimin cleared his throat, “It should stay that way.”
Yoongi looked at him with that stoic expression he wore too well. He sounded unconvinced, “Right, because you don’t like seeing him every day.”
“I actually don’t.” Jimin frowned, “It’s a little annoying. I mean he’s hot as fuck don’t get me wrong.”
“What’s the problem then?” Yoongi asked, “Playing hard to get?”
“No?” Jimin said. Am I? Maybe he was doing it unintentionally, seeing how far Jungkook would go before he cracked or before he gave up.
“You don’t sound too sure.”
“No.” Jimin said seriously, “Now, go help them pick out a movie”
Yoongi’s laugh was husky, “They’ll probably force us to watch some idiotic kid show.”
The next morning was typical.
Jin laughed on his phone at something. Namjoon gave him heart eyes but they were not returned, Jin too focused on a video. Yoongi had a cigarette between his lips and a hickey on his jaw.
Jungkook leaned against the wall looking like a heartbreaker from an eighties film. His lips pursed around the cigarette in his own mouth. He inhaled and pulled it away from his mouth. As ash flicked to the ground, smoke danced from his mouth in puffs.
He winked at Jimin, “What are you looking at, baby?”
Jimin blushed and he could feel how noticeable it was. He stood still and faced Jungkook. He bit his bottom lip back as he stared Jimin up and down.
“Anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?” Jungkook leaned forward.
“Anyone ever tell you how annoying you are?” Jimin countered. He blew Jungkook a kiss before he made his way inside.
Jungkook’s neck craned to watch Jimin walk away from them.
“Unbelievable. Can you be respectful?” Yoongi asked him.
Jungkook mentally answered ‘no’, but he figured a more descriptive answer would save his ego. He said, “Look, I’m trying. I think I’m cursed or some shit. I have this well rehearsed small talk conversation and then my inner asshole starts talking.”
“Kinky.” Yoongi said as he put his cigarette out on the sidewalk.
Jimin had become an addiction to Jungkook. Everytime he stepped past him, his eyes narrowed in on only him. He was Jungkook’s personal alcohol and he wanted every drop of Jimin he could possibly get his hands on.
Namjoon elbowed Jungkook’s side, “Try talking to him like yourself, yeah?”
“I’m a dick, Namjoon.” Jungkook admitted.
“Well admitting you have a problem is the first step in solving it, ” Yoongi said.
Jungkook casted a warning glare at Yoongi who stuck his tongue out at Jungkook.
“Smoke your cigarette, short stack.” Jungkook said as he pushed away from the wall.
“Where are you going?” Yoongi asked.
“Home?” Jungkook was confused as to why Yoongi needed to know, “I only come for the show.”
By ‘show’ he meant Jimin and Yoongi grimaced.
“Well, Taehyung wants to go out tonight.” Yoongi held his phone up, “He wants to invite Jimin. Maybe-”
“I’ll do it.” Jungkook said, far too eager.
“Can you at least invite him out like a normal human being and not like a total douche?” Yoongi begged, shoving his phone in his jacket pocket.
“I can’t make any promises.” Jungkook smiled at him.
After class had ended, Jimin was relieved to see no boys outside. He smiled to himself and had a bounce to his step although a sad sensation tried to weave through. He really liked Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon seemed sweet, but Jungkook was another story. Jimin wanted to punch him in the face but make out with him at the same time. The contrast made his head spin.
“You should smile more.”
Jimin’s blood went to ice as he turned around. Just like Yoongi was the first time he saw him, Jungkook leaned against the railing.
“You should not talk to me.” Jimin started to walk again but then he stopped, “Why are you talking to me?”
“You’re quite interesting…” He was searching for a name.
Jimin was not sure if he should give this mysterious boy his name or not. His mouth decided for him, “Jimin.”
“Jimin is a pretty name.” Jungkook said. “I’m assuming you know mine.” He was too cocky.
“Unfortunately.” Jimin crossed his arms. His defensive front came like a natural shield to him.
Jungkook got closer to Jimin, and Jimin could not move his feet to walk backward. He was completely in a trance with this man in front of him. His eyes soaked up the way his dark red button up was only clasped to below his chest. It left nothing to the imagination as he saw the muscled chest exposed. Jimin’s throat closed up at the muscular thighs in his ripped light jeans.
“A bunch of us are going out tonight. I’m sure Taehyung can bring you along.”
“And why not?” Jungkook’s eyes were a wandering mess on Jimin’s body.
Jimin self consciously tugged on his red sweatshirt.
“I have no reason to,” Jimin said.
“I can give you a few.” Jungkook was now dangerously close to Jimin, toe to toe. Jimin had to tilt his head up to look at Jungkook in the eye. Jimin could feel Jungkook’s breath on his forehead as he spoke. The taller man continued, “Hoseok is already going and Taehyung said he was going to invite you but I volunteered because I’m nice.”
“Thanks.” Jimin was sarcastic, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“And why not?” Jungkook asked as he crossed his arms.
For his sanity, Jimin stepped back from Jungkook. The close proximity made his body heat up and his nose filled with the mix of cigarette smoke and sweet cologne. It intoxicated Jimin.
“You’re the type my mom told me to worry about. Bad boys like you aren’t good, Jungkook.” Jimin said, the disgust in his voice apparent.
Jungkook scoffed, “If you got to know me you would know how very untrue that is.”
“Is that so?” Jimin put his hands on hips. He did not know why he wasted his time with his conversation. He said, “I bet you drive a motorcycle.”
“Try a Lexus, darling.”
Jimin quirked a brow up, “You drive a Lexus?”
Jungkook dug his keys from his back pocket, “Don’t believe me?”
Jimin pushed that one aside, “You probably flunked out of school.”
“Oh-for-two, Jimin. I was on the math team too and did well.” Jungkook put his keys back in his pocket.
“For the nerves, hell yeah.”
“You hit on everything that has a heartbeat.”
“Usually, no. You’re,” he struggled to find the word, “different.”
Jimin nodded, “Right. You probably tell every boy that when you think you have a free ticket into their pants. Me and my ‘different’ self are heading home now.”
He turned on his heel and kept his pace from before, light and happy. If he added an extra swing to his hips, that was not his fault.
“I hate you.”
“Sure, you do.” Taehyung flashed a smile.
The two sat in Hoseok’s car as he drove them through town. Taehyung navigated in the front seat as they drove to Cosmos, a slum club with cheap drinks and cheaper people.
Jimin had gotten the text from Taehyung that said it was not an option. He refrained from spilling about the conversation he had earlier with Jungkook so he nearly told him to fuck off, but Jimin loved dancing, alcohol, and cute boys. ‘Cute boys’ was now limited to ‘cute boys named Jungkook’, despite the bad attitude the boy had.
Jimin had dusted a natural brown onto his lid and some peach lip gloss for emphasis. His ash blond hair was wavy and parted up off his forehead. He wore a pink cropped crewneck and white skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees. His black converses were laced with dirty white laces.
“You look hot as fuck for someone that hates the idea of going out tonight.” Taehyung teased.
“Okay, I’ve had these jeans for a while I needed an excuse to wear them.”
Hoseok joked, “Yeah, you nearly hit me in the face with your ass when you got in the car.”
Jimin stuck his tongue out.
When his phone rang, Jimin fished for it out of his back pocket. He groaned when he saw Minsu’s phone number.
“Minnie, I need you to come in tomorrow night at eight.”
“What?” Jimin’s voice raised, “It’s a weekday!”
“Come in or you’re fired.” His voice was sharp.
Jimin ran a hand through his styled hair, “Fine, I’ll be there.”
The phone call ended. Jimin tossed his phone in the seat next to him and groaned.
“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked, turning into a parking lot.
“I have to work tomorrow.”
Tae snorted, “I’ll swing by and see you.”
Jimin wiggled his eyebrows, “Sounds like a plan.”
The club was bigger than Jimin expected. He saw the line of cars out front and heard the music inside.
The inside was stuffed with people who were shoulder to shoulder. The music was quieter in the back room where Taehyung had led the boys too. They walked past groups of people that stood outside the V.I.P. area and he was shocked to see the bouncer allow them to walk right in. Jimin rubbed the bare skin of his stomach as he saw other boys in the room stare at them like they were dinner. He scooted closer to Hoseok who was thriving in the attention.
“Hey, good to see you, boys.” Yoongi smiled. Tae pecked him on the lips.
Jungkook sat with Namjoon on the leather couch and they watched the large group dance on the floor from the small section they were in.
Jimin’s eyes trailed the tight black pants and shirt that Jungkook wore. His muscles bulged from his sleeves and Jimin swooned at the idea of those arms around him.
“I wanted to do a house party tomorrow, sound fun?” Yoongi asked Tae.
Tae put an arm around his waist, “You say that but your version of a party is just all of us.”
“I can’t go if you do.” Jimin frowned.
“Aw, why not?” Namjoon asked.
Everyone stared at Jimin. Tae kept a hand on his chin and Jimin noticed him struggle to hold in a laugh, although he was unsure of what was so funny.
“I have to work.” Jimin pouted.
“Oh, where do you work?” Yoongi asked.
Silence fell over Tae and Jimin. Jimin went to change the subject. He was not ashamed of his job, but he knew the attachment behind the job title was negative.
Before he could though, Hoseok spoke for him.
“He works at Temptations.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows lifted slightly. Namjoon had no reaction.
Jungkook scoffed, not surprised, “Of course you fucking do.”
Jimin glared at him.
Jin took a sip of his blue drink before he asked, “Does Minsu still manage the place?”
Jimin rubbed his neck, “Yeah.”
“I hated him so much. He always scheduled me on days that I couldn’t come in.”
“Wait,” Jimin smiled, “you worked there?”
Jin nodded, “Yup. ‘Worldwide Handsome’ was my stage name.”
Yoongi snorted, “Worldwide idiot is more like it.”
Jin hit Yoongi’s side.
“What’s your stage name?” Yoongi asked him.
Jimin put his hands on either side of his own cheeks, “Everyone there calls me ‘Minnie’.”
“Cute.” Namjoon smiled at him.
Jungkook gave him a disgusting side eye.
Jimin’s mouth spoke too fast for him to stop what he said next, “You guys should swing by tomorrow and bring me tips.”
Jungkook choked on his drink.
Yoongi grinned, “As sexy as that sounds, we might have to pass. Minsu hated Jin, I don’t think he’ll want us back in. Jungkook has some pull there though.”
Naturally, Jimin made eye contact with Jungkook. The doe-eyed boy winked at him. He snapped out of their staring competition when Taehyung dragged him away.
“Let’s go dance!” Tae smiled and winked.
“What? Why? We just got here, I want alcohol.”
Tae whispered to Jimin, “Because Jungkook can’t stop eye fucking you.” He swat Jimin’s ass.
Jimin blushed and dared to look back and discovered Tae was right. Jungkook’s eyes were lower on Jimin’s body. For good measure, Jimin pulled up his pants high on his waist.
A song with a heavy bass and sexy lyrics came on and the people dancing were not even on the beat of the song. They were grinding, making out, or drinking while doing an awkward hip sway to the beat.
Hoseok had joined them, a giggling mess as Tae made him laugh. Jimin ground his ass back onto Tae, jokingly. The two laughed as Tae grabbed his hips. Jimin briefly saw Jungkook’s face, his tongue dipped into his cheek.
“Can you play along for a second?”Jimin said into Tae’s ear.
Thank god for Taehyung.
Jimin rolled his hips back. What started out as the two having fun, they basically were fucking each other through their clothes by the end of the song. Jimin snaked an arm back. He rolled his hips back against Taehyung. The two moved skillfully in a sensual sway that had a few people at the club staring at them.
Jungkook was one of them.
He knew what Jimin was trying to do to him. The smaller boy would occasionally make eye contact with Jungkook, smirk, and then hit a good grind on Taehyung, lay his head back, or kiss Tae’s neck lazily.
Jungkook set his drink down and walked over to the two boys.
Taehyung saw Jungkook coming and stepped away. Jimin went to ask him what was wrong but his wrist was snatched in a strong grip.
His body was pulled against Jungkook’s and he grinned up at him, “Enjoy the show, muscle man?”
Jimin turned around before Jungkook could answer. Jungkook’s hands were everywhere on Jimin; his ass, his thighs, his toned stomach. Jimin rolled his ass back on Jungkook’s cock which was apparent and hard against his jeans.
Jungkook moaned, “Baby, we should go somewhere alone.”
“You wouldn’t know what to do with me when we got alone.”
Jungkook buried his face in Jimin’s neck and placed a stray kiss where his neck and shoulder joined.
“I know what I would like to do.”
“And what is that?” Jimin’s voice was breathy and high.
“I want to fuck you in a bed or in a car, anywhere at this point.” He moaned again when Jimin’s grinding got slower.
Jimin moaned out, “I’d love that.”
“You want me, baby?”
“Yeah, daddy.” Jimin moaned in Jungkook’s ear.
Jungkook whipped him around and Jimin steadied himself by placing his hands on his chest. He felt Jungkook’s heart hammer.
“I like it when you call me ‘daddy’.” Jungkook bit his bottom lip.
Jimin laughed lightly and pulled away, “Yeah, you would, you kinky fuck.” He winked before leaving Jungkook in the midst of people drunk and dancing, mouth hung open, body sweaty, and jeans painful to be in.
Thursday morning, Jimin’s head pounded when he woke up. Tea was a quick fix for his hurt head and dry mouth. He thought back to Jungkook last night and he knew he would be in for it that morning. His walk to the academy was faster than normal. He anticipated Jungkook would be there with the other boys.
His walk slowed when he saw no one there.
He tried to concentrate during his class but his mind was elsewhere. Jungkook the night before was hot against his back and Jimin missed the feeling of his hands on him.
Jimin left the academy but saw, sure enough, a god damn silver Lexus parked on the side of the road with Jungkook leaned against it, waiting for him. Jimin was stunned by Jungkook’s appearance.
He had round wire glasses that sat on his nose. His hair was flat against his forehead today and he had a heavy oversized black sweatshirt with the hood up. His acid washed jeans had holes through them and he had brown boots on his feet.
He did not look as hard as he normally did with all black and the silver jewelry that hung on his ears. He had silver hoops in today, but he looked adorable more than threatening.
“Jungkook, hey.” Jimin smiled at him. He adjusted the red beanie on his head.
“Hey, cutie.” Jungkook winked, “Thought I would swing by to see you.”
Jimin did not move from his spot, a safe distance away from Jungkook.
“Yeah?” Jimin moved his head to look past Jungkook and at his car. He asked, “That the only reason?”
Jungkook had a smug smirk on his face that made Jimin want to slap him or kiss him. At this point, he was not entirely sure.
Jungkook stepped towards Jimin with smooth strides. He got close enough to where Jimin could feel his body migrate back even though he did not want to. Jungkook was warm and inviting.
“I really just wanted to see you.” Jungkook said, “Especially after last night.”
“Nothing happened last night. All we did was dance.” Jimin said, an innocent look on his face.
Jungkook leaned forward. At first, Jimin thought he went to kiss him, but Jungkook nuzzled his nose against Jimin’s. Jungkook’s nose dragged across Jimin’s cheekbone. He felt his large hand create a gentle grip around the base of his neck. Jimin’s body had tiny electric shocks pop up on his skin. The heat that gathered in his stomach made him blush a deep red.
Jungkook nipped the skin on Jimin’s ear, going around the stud earring he had in his lobe. His tongue swirled around it and Jimin’s hands found themselves in Jungkook’s sweatshirt as he curled his small fists in the material.
Jungkook whispered to him, “So, Temptations right? At what time?”
Jimin’s breath hitched, “I-I have to work-”
Jungkook reached into the pocket of his sweatshirt and pulled a pack of bills clipped into a stack. Jimin’s eyes widened.
“Did you a rob a bank?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook ignored him, “If I come to you as a customer, you have to give me a dance right?”
Jimin let Jungkook run his thumb up and down the bone of his jaw.
“You can’t touch me.” Jimin told him, “And it’s only ten minutes.”
“All I need is ten minutes, baby.” Jungkook pulled back from him.
He found it hard to believe that this boy in a fluffy sweatshirt and glasses was the one that was desperate after him. Jungkook was a walking sex god.
Jimin could not open his mouth to say goodbye, but he left the tense situation half hard and with excitement in his stomach.
It was around eleven o’clock and Jimin was convinced that Jungkook was not coming. He had him played up so he was on edge the entire night.
Jimin was only serving drinks that night and did private dances when he needed to. He had one guy come in that was a tad too touchy, but he was thankful that the bouncers actually did their jobs to keep an eye on the dancers.
Jimin’s black pants were tight, too tight. It took him a while to wiggle his ass into them, but he managed to squeeze into them. He wore sheer white sparkly shirt tank top with a plunging neckline. He had a matching silver choker and earring set to go with it. He walked up to the bar where Taemin was busy with a few patrons.
“Hey, can you get me a water. I’m dying.” Jimin fanned himself with his hand.
Taemin got water from the tap, “I thought you said your boy was coming tonight.”
Jimin shrugged, “I guess not. It’s fine.”
The club was dark but there was this blue and purple light glow on everyone. The music from the performances was loud and Jimin could feel his ears pop. The men that sat at the bar stared at Jimin like he was an ethereal being sent from the heavens. Although Jimin would like to believe it, it was not true, and these people freaked him out.
He pressed his lips to the straw after Taemin set the water down but he felt a gruff hand on his shoulder.
He yanked it away and went to snap at whoever laid a finger on him, but Minsu beat him to it.
“You got someone that asked for you in Room A. I would head in now. He’s an important client, got it? Don’t fuck this up.” Minsu stormed off.
Taemin let out a low whistle, “Better go do that, Minnie.”
Jimin whined, “Every time it’s an important customer it’s always some old rich guy that Minsu owes a favor too. They never tip.”
“I’m sorry, hun. If you have a problem let me know.” Taemin said.
Jimin walked away from the bar, abandoning his drink. The body glitter on him was sticky and he could feel his caked makeup grow heavy from the heat.
Jimin went into the back hallway where there were rooms offset from the actual club.
He walked to the room Minsu told him to go to and the bouncer greeted him with a curt nod before Jimin went in.
The room was lit better than the rest of the place. It had one plush couch in the corner and music that was hooked up to the system out front.
On the couch, was Jungkook and Jimin choked on his own tongue. Jungkook wore a black dress shirt buttoned to his throat. His tattoo stood out on his neck and Jimin wanted to bite the lines. His pants were tight and Jimin wanted to ride his thighs until he screamed. The veins on his arms were prominent and the rings on his hands were shiny.
Jungkook smirked, “Surprised to see me? I told you I was coming.”
Jimin kept himself composed, “You get ten minutes.”
“Really?” Jungkook asked. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, “Minsu told me I could have you for twenty, darling.”
Jimin swallowed hard.
“Come here.” Jungkook leaned back against the couch.
Jimin knew he had a job to do. It could be worse. The extra minutes could be spent serving drinks to ungrateful people or the twenty minutes could be with an old man that did not know what the word ‘no’ meant. Jimin turned the knob on the stereo up before he threw a leg over Jungkook’s lap.
Jungkook laid his head back against the couch as Jimin started slow, painfully slow. He wanted to drag out these next minutes as much as he could.
Jimin placed his hands on Jungkook’s shoulder, “Minsu said you were an important customer. I’ve never seen you around here.”
Jungkook chuckled but it was dark.
“You never asked me my full name, baby.”
“I don’t want to know,” Jimin said. He turned around and ground his ass down on Jungkook’s growing cock. Jungkook was respectful and kept his own hands behind his head.
Jimin kept going with his hip circles, “That name means nothing to me, I don’t know what you’re getting at here.”
Jungkook bit his lip as he watched Jimin’s ass, “Nevermind then, baby.”
Jimin moved on from the conversation. He stilled for a moment and turned in Jungkook’s lap sideways. He crossed his ankles on the couch.
“Why do you come to the studio every day with Yoongi?” Jimin asked. Yoongi had told him why, but he wanted to hear it from Jungkook.
Jungkook put his hands down by his sides. His left hand was placed on Jimin’s upper thigh, but the boy did not protest against it. He liked the pressure on him.
Jungkook explained, “I like watching you. It sounds creepy but you’re so damn gorgeous. You walk around oblivious to it. You hold yourself in a way that commands attention, my attention.”
Jimin could cum from compliments, he had himself convinced.
Jungkook saw the pleased look on Jimin’s face, “You’re so pretty and I went every day on the off chance that you would talk to me.”
“So whistling at me was a way to do that?” Jimin crossed his arms.
“I was wrong. I know.” Jungkook was sincere, “You never really told me to stop. Not that it matters, but you always had this blush on your face when you saw me. It was cute.”
Jimin’s gave him a prideful smile, “I thought you were very handsome when I met you.”
“And now?” Jungkook asked.
Jimin almost said what he thought, but he ground down once on Jungkook who moaned at the sensation.
“I should probably do my job.” Jimin giggled when Jungkook stuck his tongue out.
Twenty minutes of grinding and Jimin’s hands tracing over Jungkook’s dress shirt lead both of them sweaty, hot, and desperate.
When Jimin slid off of Jungkook’s body once the clock hit 11:30.
“Pay up, handsome.” Jimin was out of breath.
Jungkook stood up and pointed at the stack of cash on the table off to the side next to the drinks.
“I can’t take all that, Jungkook.” Jimin picked it up and saw the amount of bills. It could pay his rent for two months and then some.
“Take it,” Jungkook said. He grabbed Jimin’s chin with his hand, “I have to leave. Namjoon wants us over.”
“Okay,” Jimin said, barely above a whisper.
Jungkook leaned in briefly but then stepped away from the smaller boy.
“Jesus, what the hell? Who was it?” Taemin asked when Jimin showed him the stack.
“It’s that guy that I’ve been telling you about. The one that hangs around Tae’s boyfriend that likes me.” Jimin smiled.
“Oh, he came?” Taemin turned off the bar lights, “Did you get the name?”
Jimin nodded as he slipped his jacket on and stuffed his money in his bag that he carried on him.
“So, what is it?” Taemin asked as he came around the bar to leave.
Jimin followed him. It was an arctic tundra outside to Jimin, no snow but freezing. His breath was visible in the air. He pulled his beanie over the tips of his ears.
He said, “His name’s Jeon Jungkook.”
Taemin locked the front door, “Wait, Jeon Jungkook as in the Jeon family?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is he rich?” Taemin asked.
The two started to walk together. Taemin lived a few blocks away while Jimin lived five minutes away. He liked the first two minutes with Taemin but afterward, the night stroll felt like hours.
“I mean,” Jimin felt the money burn a hole in his jacket, “I think so? He drives a nice car and tipped me too much so I would say yes.”
Taemin laughed, “Leave it to you to catch the eye of the youngest Jeon kid.”
“What’s the big deal?”
Taemin said, “The Jeon family owns like half of the city, Minnie. They own the property to Temptations and Minsu rents it out. Jungkook’s father is the sole owner.”
Jimin pieced everything together, “That’s why Minsu gave him more time.”
Jimin backtracked, “Did you say the youngest kid? How old is he?”
“Twenty? I think?”
Jimin was not surprised. He knew the boy was younger, “He acts older than he is.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
Taemin got to his street and wished Jimin a goodnight. Jimin braced the cold night along. He pulled his sleeves down over his hands to warm them up, the tops of them turned red.
Jimin made it past the gas station near his apartment building when he got a text message on his phone. He dug it out of his back pocket and saw Taehyung had sent him a message.
Jimin smiled and went to respond to it but noticed feet in front of him.
He halted to a stop and put his phone down. He saw three boys, roughly his age, all stop on their walk since Jimin was in the way.
“Sorry…” Jimin muttered. He went to go around them but one of the boys snatched his arm.
“Where are you off to so quick, gorgeous?”
Jimin ripped his arm away, “Don’t worry about it, pig.”
The boy chuckled, “Fiery, I like it. You should come with us back to our place. I wanna see what you have under those layers.”
Jimin’s stomach was inside out, he could vomit. He stepped away from the three sneering boys.
The boy got too close to Jimin and before he could run, he gripped Jimin’s hips. It did not feel as nice as Jungkook. Jungkook’s hands were comforting. They did not feel like a punishment for walking alone at night.
“Get off me.” Jimin snapped and he pushed the boy’s chest. His two buddies laughed, finding the situation hilarious.
Before the boy could pull Jimin to him again, a car pulled up on the side of the road.
The window rolled down and Jimin was thankful to see Namjoon. His arm rested on the door while the other gripped the steering wheel.
“Hey, get in, I’ve been looking for you,” Namjoon said. He glared at the boys on the sidewalk.
Jimin did not question how he knew where he was or why he was looking for him, he hopped into the passenger’s seat of his car.
The radio played softly as Namjoon pulled away from the sidewalk.
He said, “Jungkook said you were walking home and thought you would like a ride.”
“Oh.” Jimin bit back a smile, “He never told me anything.”
Namjoon shrugged and he drove on past Jimin’s apartment.
“That was my place back there.”
“Cool.” Namjoon said, “You’re gonna come to my place. We’re all hanging out.”
Jimin did not want to be rude, but he was exhausted. He decided to keep his comments to himself and enjoy the night (at this point in the early morning).
They arrived at another apartment building. Jimin recognized it from when he was on the hunt for a place to stay when he moved. These apartments were way out of his budget. He had this theory that maybe the four boys were all rich and just dressed like a motorcycle gang for the thrill of it. The thought made Jimin roll his eyes.
Inside Namjoon’s apartment, there was a large living room that had all of the boys in it. Jin was eating pizza with Hoseok out of the box. Yoongi nestled into Tae’s side as Tae wrapped his arms around him. Jungkook had his hands on the back of the couch and laughed at something Hoseok had said.
Jimin watched Jungkook laugh as he felt his own smile stretch on his face. Jungkook laughed with his whole body. His face scrunched up and showed his teeth while he bent over. It was the most attractive thing Jimin had ever seen him do.
“It’s my best friend!” Tae shouted when Jimin set his bag down.
“You’re so shiny.” Yoongi complimented.
Namjoon put a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, “You should wash up before you blind us.”
Jimin pouted and rubbed at his face, “I like the body glitter.”
“I don’t want my furniture covered in glitter.” Namjoon ushered him towards the bathroom.
Jungkook was on his heels, “I’ll show him how to use the tub.”
“You going to get in it with him too?” Yoongi asked when Jimin was out of earshot.
Jungkook hoped so. He really did.
Namjoon set a towel out on the bathroom counter, “I have a sweater you can borrow if you want.”
“Sure.” Jimin smiled.
Namjoon left to go to his room and Jungkook came in.
Jimin ignored the boy that started to run the bath for him. Jungkook adjusted the temperature on the knobs before he got up onto the bathroom counter.
Namjoon walked into the room, handed Jimin the sweatshirt, and did not even question Jungkook’s presence in the bathroom. He shut the door on his way out and then Jimin acknowledged the silent boy watching him.
“You didn’t tell me your dad owned the club.” Jimin stuck his hand in the water and loved the scalding hot sensation he got from it.
Jungkook smirked, “I wasn’t aware I had to.”
“What else does he own?” Jimin helped himself to bubble bath soap that was set on the corner of the tub. He poured too much in.
Jungkook was quiet.
Jimin looked at him over his shoulder, “Hello?”
“A lot of places, but don't worry about it.” Jungkook waved his hand aside.
Jimin saw Jungkook biting the inside of his cheek, his lips moved with his adjustment. The mirror behind him fogged up as steam rolled off from the tub. Jimin stopped the hot water once it reached a certain point. He unzipped his jacket and tossed it aside before he realized he could have fun with Jungkook in these next few minutes. He turned for a brief moment to make sure Jungkook’s eyes were on him (they were).
Jimin peeled off the shirt he wore, the thin, scratchy material grazed against his skin. He threw it to the floor and then stretch his arms out, his back muscles rippling. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants as slow as he could.
Jungkook’s face burned as he watched the sinful motions Jimin did in front of him. The smaller boy shimmied out of tight jeans only to reveal even tighter briefs that showed the bottom of his ass. Jungkook licked his lips and knew his mouth would be attached to it by the end of the night.
Jimin stepped out of his briefs and he got in the tub. Jungkook could not tear his eyes away. He decided to get down on the ground and sit next to the tub on the plush rug. Jimin set his chin on the side of the ceramic tub and Jungkook smiled at him.
“You’re beautiful,” Jungkook whispered.
“You are too.” Jimin giggled as he reached a soapy hand out to touch Jungkook’s cheek.
Jungkook leaned his head into Jimin’s small hand and then kissed his palm.
“How are you liking the dance academy?” Jungkook asked.
“I should ask you the same question. You’re there almost every day.” Jimin teased as he folded his arms under his chin.
The expanse of Jimin’s back stuck out of the water in the tub and Jungkook restrained himself from stroking it.
Jungkook’s fingers did find their way to Jimin’s cheekbones. The soft texture beneath his touch shot a current of heat through his arm. Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut and allowed Jungkook’s fingers to touch him like he was an art piece. Jungkook’s hand fell flat on Jimin’s cheek, their faces close enough now for Jungkook to feel Jimin’s easy breaths. He braved a hand down the column of Jimin’s pale neck, to his rounded shoulders. Jimin’s breath hitched and Jungkook touched his forehead to Jimin’s. Jimin had this magnetic aura to him that made Jungkook forget how to function.
Jungkook’s hand made it past his shoulder and to his back. He went onto his knees as they pressed against the rug beneath him providing little comfort to his kneecaps. Jimin got onto his knees as well and was thankful for Namjoon’s large tub so he did not have to set his feet awkwardly behind him.
Jimin pressed a finger to Jungkook’s upper chest and dragged it down. One by one, the buttons on Jungkook’s shirt popped open.
Jungkook leaned down towards Jimin’s neck. His lips ghosted the bare skin as Jimin tilted his head. He would have let Jungkook press his lips down, but Jungkook had other ideas.
The younger man had his hand travel down to Jimin’s hip where it forged with Jimin’s bone. The tightness caused Jimin to gasp.
Jungkook whispered to him right next to his mouth, laying every word on his jaw, “What is it about you that captivates me so much?”
Jimin said nothing but he finally opened his eyes to Jungkook staring back at him.
Jimin’s lips parted like he was about to say something in his defense, but Jungkook’s thumb brushed against his lips. Jimin took the opportunity sucked his thumb into his mouth.
Jungkook stroked his cheek, “You want my cock instead?”
Jimin pulled his mouth away and licked his lips, “Maybe.”
Jungkook peeled his dress shirt off and asked, “I have a better idea, but you’ll have to get out of the tub.”
Jimin pouted, “I just got in.”
Jungkook scratched the back of his head as he thought. The tub was big enough for two people, but it would be awkward with the plan he had thought out.
“Put your hands on the edge of the tub, ass up out of the water,” Jungkook demanded.
Jimin listened and gripped his fingers around the edge of the tub. His knuckles matched the white of the ceramic. Jungkook slipped out of his own clothes and Jimin watched with eager eyes over his shoulder.
He was delighted to see more tattoos around the expanse of his body that had been covered by black and leather clothing. The inked designs pressed into Jungkook’s skin made Jimin feel hot. When Jungkook got in the tub behind him, Jimin looked forward at the wall in front of him. The lilac walls and lavender scented water made his head spin, let alone the handsome man behind him with his hands on Jimin’s hips.
Jungkook’s thumbs pressed into the dimples of Jimin’s back and dragged up his spine. Jimin made a small noise of satisfaction. His thumbs pushed round circles around his shoulder blades, the tense muscle releasing tension. The lower Jungkook got, the more excited Jimin became. Once his hands got to his ass, Jungkook stopped. He reached under the soapy water to feel Jimin’s thighs and the boy shuddered.
Jungkook’s voice was thick, dark smoke as he spoke, “Jimin, the things you do to me.” Jimin whimpered when Jungkook’s middle finger traced around the flesh of his bottom, “You know why I was at that dance studio every day? I saw you walk in and out with this ass of yours. You had a pretty face to go with it and you had these eyes and that goddamn smile.” He pinched the skin with his thumb and index finger. Jimin pressed back for more, but Jungkook lightly tapped his ass with a small smack.
“You have this way about you when you are near me.” Jungkook bent over his chest on Jimin’s back. He whispered the words against the knobs of Jimin’s spine. Water laid on top of the bumps like glass, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
For once in his life, Jimin was nearly speechless.
“Jungkook, please…” Jimin begged, his voice nearly gone. Between the hot water and Jungkook’s hot body, he wanted out of the tub.
Jungkook backed up and allowed Jimin to step out of the tub. Glitter sat on his collarbone still, but Jungkook loved it. He got up as well, not bothering to drain the tub. He grabbed Jimin’s shoulders before he bent him over the counter.
Jimin stared at himself in the mirror and watched Jungkook disappear behind him. He could hear the boys in the living room laughing. Jungkook’s knees hit the ground with a small thud. The marble counter beneath his hands was cold and slimy from the soapy water on his hands. The mirror fogged up and Jimin reached out to clear off the haze. He stared back at himself. His light hair was tossed back, the ends wet. His makeup had smeared a little, not too much. He eyeliner was droopy from the amount of heat in the room.
He felt his ass being separated and he gasped the exposure. A wet tongue slipped into Jimin’s entrance and he keeled over the counter.
Jimin shut his eyes in bliss as Jungkook’s tongue licked along Jimin’s inner walls. He dug his nails into his palms, toes curled against the linoleum.
Jungkook ate Jimin out with a heavy tongue and a locked grip onto his hips. Jungkook’s lips dragged against his hole and Jimin pushed back.
Jungkook reached around and grabbed the base of Jimin’s hard cock. With his large hand stroking Jimin, and his tongue as far as it could go inside of him, Jimin moaned loud. Jungkook fucked him with his tongue and matched the motion with his hand. Jimin was overstimulated and dripping wet.
His ass became slick with Jungkook’s spit and his cock pulsed.
“J-Jungkook, I’m not gonna…” Jimin moaned again when Jungkook licked in the right spot, “...make it.”
Jungkook kept going and soon enough, Jimin came. His muscles clenched up and white sprawled out onto his abdomen and chest in small ropes.
Jungkook slapped Jimin’s ass and smiled wide at the ripple effect. Jimin laid his head in his arms on the counter until Jungkook turned him around and lifted him up to sit. Normally, Jimin would be against the manhandling, but with Jungkook he loved it.
Jungkook used the towel that was for Jimin to dry off to wipe the spunk from the smaller boy’s abs.
As Jungkook did this, he went to stick his tongue out, “Can you clean me up, baby?”
Jimin watched as Jungkook stuck his tongue out and angled it towards Jimin’s lips. Jimin opened his mouth enough to catch Jungkook’s tongue. He started to suck up and down, the warm tongue brushing between his lips. He fucked his tongue into Jimin’s mouth, their lips not close enough to kiss but close enough to smell the clean skin on Jimin.
Jungkook pulled away and helped Jimin off the counter, “I’ll let you get dressed.”
It was like a switch.
Jimin decided to not comment on it and he gathered up the sweater from Namjoon and his pants from before.
The rest of the night, they would exchange the occasional looks at each other while everyone talked. Jungkook would sneak a wink when he could and Jimin would look down and smile. On Jimin’s way out the door later, Hoseok waited by the stairs while Jungkook and Jimin talked.
“Have a good night, Jimin.” Jungkook smiled.
“You too,” Jimin said.
Jungkook found himself leaning in, the tip of his nose caressed Jimin’s before the two had their foreheads pushed against each other.
The front door swung open.
“Hey,” Jin said, “can you grab the mail from downstairs for Namjoon?”
Before Jungkook could answer, Jin tossed the keys at Jungkook who caught them in time before they fell.
The door shut.
The light came through the curtain in jagged lines across the carpet. Jungkook was already up before the sun came in the first place. He had sat with a throw blanket over his body while Yoongi fell asleep on a pile of blankets on the floor near the fireplace. Jungkook was convinced that Yoongi could fall asleep anywhere.
When Yoongi woke up, he covered his head with the comforter on top of him.
“Sleep well?” Jungkook asked.
“Yeah. My back feels like shit.” Yoongi grumbled beneath the blanket, “You?”
“No.” Jungkook was honest, “My head is spinning.”
“Because of a certain blond boy?”
Jungkook nodded, “Yeah. Jimin’s got me wrapped around his finger and I don’t get it. Fuck, he’s got me bad.” Jungkook had deep purple bags under his eyes and he was solemn.
Yoongi rolled his eyes.
Jungkook left the apartment that morning, not waiting for Namjoon or Jin to wake up. He made his way to his car and left for home. His phone went off and he grabbed it with one hand to answer it.
“Hello?” He answered. He kept his concentration on the road.
It was his father, “Hello, son. What were you up to last night?”
Jungkook kept quiet, his heart loud.
“Did you do as I asked?”
“Y-Yeah. I don’t want to do this anymore.” Jungkook turned right to go onto his road.
His father’s line went dead for a brief moment, he was obviously thinking. He said, “Why don’t you stop by so we can talk?”
“I’m pulling in right now.” Jungkook hung up. The instant dread of going inside made his breathing cut off. He turned the car off and leaned his head against the steering wheel. He shut his eyes as he thought of Jimin the night before, pliant and obedient underneath him.
The Jeon house was part of a large gated community off of the main stretch of town. The large mansion had a wrap around driveway with big steps that lead to a front entrance. Jungkook stepped out of the car and went inside.
The first place he stepped into was the living room. He toed his boots off before stepping onto the white carpet. Everything in the living room was white, the walls, the furniture, the fireplace mantle. There were some gold accents, but the harshness of the white overpowered it.
His father was on the couch, coffee in hand.
“Son, good morning.”
“I’m done,” Jungkook said. His father’s eyes widened at his abruptness, “I’m not playing your stupid fucking game anymore.”
Mr. Jeon frowned before he set his mug on the coffee table, “Why are you so upset about this? You agreed.”
“This man has feelings, father. He’s a person. I can’t just let you ruin him.”
Mr. Jeon scoffed, “Minsu says that he rakes in money, Jungkook. I was unaware he was the boy that your mother sponsors at the dance studio as well until Minsu talked to me about it.”
“Don’t.” Jungkook snapped, “Minsu is wrong, okay? Jimin only works on the weekends.”
“And makes more for the company than anyone else there. The numbers don’t lie.” Mr. Jeon stood up, “Why are you against the idea? I told you to get that boy to drop from the dance studio so we wouldn’t have to be ‘the bad guys’ and ask him to work more often. Minsu claims he is stubborn and won’t work more hours.”
Jungkook’s fists balled up, “You are the bad guy! You told me to get Jimin out of the studio. I tried, okay? I showed up every day, annoyed the crap out of him, and it didn’t work. He’s a good person, dad, he loves what he does. He’s not going to stop for anyone.”
Mr. Jeon said, “He’ll have to stop.”
Jungkook’s jaw was clenched so tight he was sure it would break from the tension, “You have no right to tell him what to do. And for what, so he can be Minsu’s pet?”
Mr. Jeon crossed his arms, “Is this about Jimin dancing or about you not wanting him to work at Temptations full time?”
“Why would I not want him to do that?” Jungkook frowned.
“I have a theory that you are telling me these things because you like him, am I wrong? Minsu says you stopped in to see him and spent a long time with him.”
Jungkook hesitated, but he nodded, “Yeah, I do like him.”
Mr. Jeon said, “Then I guess you’re off the hook then.”
Jungkook sighed with relief, “Thank you.”
Mr. Jeon put a hand on his son’s shoulder, “Why don’t you go get ready for the day. I’m sure Jimin will want to see you today then if you two have grown close?”
Jungkook smiled at the thought, “Definitely.”
Jungkook walked past his dad and went towards the stairs.
When Mr. Jeon could no longer hear the footsteps of his son, he dialed a quick number.
“Hello,” He greeted, “my wife funds one of your dancers at your studio, but unfortunately we can no longer pay for his tuition.”
Jimin’s face was puffy. He had not stopped crying all day other than when he had to work. He sat at the bar with Taemin next to him.
Jimin had large tears come down his face and Taemin had a hand on his arm.
“It’ll be okay, Minnie.” Taemin comforted.
“No! It’s not okay.” Jimin cried, “That was my life, Taemin. I was there every day. I don’t know what to do. I’m devastated.”
Taemin brushed his tears off of his face, “Well, you could work more here so you can pay for class over there.”
“I thought about it, but that studio is expensive,” Jimin said. He covered his face with his hands. Taemin rubbed his back.
“Why did your sponsor pull?”
Jimin’s eyes shut tighter at the question, but more tears still snuck out. He shrugged and Taemin pulled him into his shoulder as he cried. Jimin’s life was over. Dance was all he wanted to do. He wanted to shut himself off from the rest of the world and live on autopilot.
“You two again?” Minsu snapped. Jimin pulled away from Taemin and wiped his face.
Taemin got down from the bar stool and explained, “We are leaving now.”
“You can go. I have to speak with the small one.” Minsu said.
Jimin took a deep breath and got down from the bar, “Why?” His voice was destroyed from crying.
Minsu said, “I heard about your dance studio thing that fell through. I was wondering if you wanted more hours here?”
Jimin did not even register the oddness of how Minsu already knew. He ignored the gnawing thought that his boss had some cruel part in it. Jimin blamed it on him overthinking.
He threw his hands up, “I don’t see why not.”
Jimin turned away from Minsu and left the club. He kept his jacket around him as he sobbed on his way home.
Jimin had the blankets pulled to his chin. Hoseok sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his shoulder.
Taehyung was in the kitchen making supper for him.
Jimin had not had the urge to leave his bed since he found out the news. His heart was shattered.
“Jimin, maybe you can get ahold of the phone number of your sponsor?” Hoseok asked as he laid his head on Jimin’s side.
Jimin sniffled, “It’s no use. I already tried. The dance studio said they can’t give it out because it’s private information.”
Hoseok pat his head before he got off the bed, “I’ll check on supper.”
When he went out into the kitchen, Taehyung was on the phone. He had noodles cooking on the stove with his phone sandwiched between his cheek and shoulder.
“Yeah, he’s not taking it well...could you?...you’re the sweetest, Yoongi.”
Hoseok pretended to barf and then laughed when Tae stuck his tongue out.
Tae set his phone on the counter, “Yoongi is bringing the boys over. Jimin needs a little pick me up.”
“So, by ‘boys’ you mean you only invited them over because Jungkook will come.” Hoseok smiled.
Tae nodded, “Exactly.”
The boys showed up later on. Jungkook flew through the door at a lightning speed.
“His room’s that way.” Hoseok pointed behind him.
Jungkook said nothing, but he gave him a thankful smile before he stepped around to him to get to Jimin’s room.
Jungkook got to Jimin’s door and knocked.
The door opened and Jungkook’s heart sunk.
Jimin stood in an oversized black sweater that cut off at his thighs. His athletic shorts underneath were barely visible. His blond hair was messy and his eyes were red. His lips pouted from crying.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin without warning and shut the door with a tap of his foot against the wood. Jimin had cried too much and could not do it anymore. He laid his head against Jungkook’s hard chest.
“I’m so sorry.” Jungkook apologized against Jimin’s forehead.
“It’s not your fault.” Jimin frowned.
“It is.” Jungkook cupped Jimin’s face in his hands. Jimin stared up at Jungkook’s eyes. He got lost in the dark brown wide eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“Jimin…” Jungkook’s knees felt like they would give out, “your sponsor was my mother.”
Jimin was too stunned to talk.
Jungkook frowned, “I mean, she saw you dance at the sponsorship auditions and adored you. My father was not so happy when he found out you worked at Temptation. He thought because you make them so much money you should get done. I’m so sorry.”
Jimin pushed away from Jungkook, “Y-You knew?”
“No! Well, kind of.”
“Kind of?” Jimin bat his hand away from him when he reached for him.
Jungkook pulled his hand back like an electric shock, “My father wanted me to convince you to quit, that’s why I was so gross to you those first few days.”
Jimin snapped, “Get out.”
“No, Jimin, listen to me.” Jungkook put his hands on his waist. Jimin stood stoic, not reacting other than his enraged face. Jungkook said, “I thought you were the prettiest person I had ever laid eyes on and I gave up. I really like you, Jimin.”
Jimin moved from Jungkook’s hands, “Don’t.” He teared up, “Don’t say you like me. Jungkook, I loved what I did at that studio. Why would you do that to me? Intentionally?”
“Jimin, that was before-”
“Before what? That you found out I had a decent ass? That I like you? That I found you attractive?”
Each word was a stab to Jungkook’s heart and he deserved every ounce of emotional pain that Jimin gave him.
“You fucking played me and all because your dad wanted to make a quick buck off a poor stripper.”
“Jimin, I’m sorry. If I could go back I would have never agreed to it. After last night, I told my father I wanted nothing to do with this game he was playing. I didn’t want to be responsible for you being upset.”
“No, but it’s okay if your dad does it. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why now?” Jimin had tears fall from his eyes.
“Don’t cry,” Jungkook whispered. He brushed his thumbs underneath Jimin’s eyes, hot tears burned his fingers.
“I didn’t want to hurt you.” Jungkook was quiet, “Obviously that backfired.”
“I hate you right now.” Jimin sat on the edge of his bed, the white comforter looking inviting.
“I understand.” Jungkook’s eyes watered.
“But thank you for telling me.” Jimin lad back on the bed, “Did Tae tell you to come here?”
“The others are here, but I figured we should talk first.”
“Yeah.” Jimin felt the bed indent next to him. His small hand was gripped by Jungkook’s larger hand. His two hands encased Jimin’s little one, the fingers balled up. Jungkook kissed his knuckles.
“How can I make this up to you, Jimin?” Jungkook laid next to Jimin, hands still around Jimin’s.
Jimin rested the back of his head on Jungkook’s chest. The two stared up at the ceiling.
“I’ll forgive you if you promise me one thing.”
Jungkook waited and listened to what Jimin had to say.
“When I feel like I’m not good enough for someone I cut them out of my life. Can you make sure I never do that to you? Can you promise me that?”
Temptations the next night was packed. Jimin was busy in his private room for the night. Every man that walked into the room was not enough for him to enjoy it. He cringed at every ‘Oh, baby, yes’ and ‘good little slut’ he heard.
He mixed a drink on the small table that the room offered to guests when he heard Minsu grumble, “The kid is back. Treat him well.”
Jimin was unsure how he felt. He was relieved that it was Jungkook, but at the same time was still angry about the day before.
Jimin had white skin tight pants on with a sparkly silver shirt. The material was silky against his skin. He had a thick choker that matched his shirt.
He turned and his jaw dropped.
Jungkook was in black dress pants and a white button up except it was only buttoned on the bottom. His black blazer made him look broader. His hair was parted and he had a grim look on his face, almost angry. Jimin was unsure if the anger was directed at him, and he hoped not.
“Jungkook.” Jimin said, “You look stunning.”
“You do as well.” He grabbed Jimin’s hands and kissed the knuckles of his left one, “I came by because I knew this was the only way I could see you without you running.”
“Why did you need to see me?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook’s eyes shifted up to the corner of the room. Jimin followed his eye line to the ceiling corner where a camera sat, in case someone attacked one of the dancers in the room.
Jungkook pulled Jimin by his chin to look at him and then put a finger to his own lips, signaling him to not talk.
“Do as I say.” Jungkook pleaded.
Jimin, for no reason in particular, listened to him.
Jungkook pulled Jimin by his hands over to the couch. Jungkook sat down and Jimin straddled his waist.
Jimin waited for instruction from Jungkook.
“Move.” He whispered against Jimin’s cheek.
Jimin did what he was told, Jungkook’s urgency pushing him. He swirled his hips around and braced his hands on the back of the couch.
Jungkook hummed in satisfaction before he whispered in his ear, “I found a way to make it up to you.”
“Yeah?” Jimin pushed down harder with his ass against Jungkook’s half hard cock, “Is this it, Kookie?”
Jungkook’s face tinted red, “No.”
He pulled Jimin flush to his chest, the two close. Jungkook peeled Jimin’s shirt off and it came off like a second skin.
Jungkook’s hands wandered over the expanse of his back. He licked his lips at the sight of Jimin’s abs.
Jungkook reached in his jacket pocket and put his forehead against Jimin’s, “Don’t move.”
Jimin listened, his breath heaving. His eyes widened at the stack of money Jungkook pulled out.
“Is this enough to cover the rest of the semester?” He whispered.
Jimin cupped Jungkook’s face and went to kiss him.
“No no no…” Jungkook whispered, “Don’t make it obvious, baby.”
Jimin attached his lips to the base of Jungkook’s neck, he bit and sucked, hoping his gratitude would come across that way. Jungkook slipped the bills into Jimin’s small hand.
“Mina, hide it before Minsu sees,” Jungkook begged.
Jimin stuffed the bills down the leg of his pants until he was able to get to his bag.
“Tha-” Jimin was shushed again.
“Say nothing. I don’t want you to get fired. Minsu watches you often.” Jungkook’s brows drew in at the thought.
Jimin chewed inside of his cheek. He whispered into Jungkook’s ear, “Let me give him a reason to not watch then.”
Jungkook groaned as Jimin ground down. He moved Jungkook’s hands onto the softness of his ass. Jungkook grew hard underneath Jimin as the smaller drew shapes into his lap.
“I could kiss you right now. I shouldn’t, but I could.” Jungkook whispered.
Jimin faced away, the bulge of the money visible, but the lighting in the room was dark enough to not catch it at a first glance. He slipped onto his knees and then nosed at Jungkook’s cock.
Jimin ran his tongue over the dress pants, the rough material scratched his tongue. Jungkook gripped Jimin’s cheeks with one hand around his chin.
“Baby, you will get in trouble.”
“Why? Because I was willing to give the owner’s son good head?” Jimin licked his lips.
Jungkook swore and then unbuttoned his pants.
In one swoop, Jungkook pulled his pants down to his knees. Jimin watched as Jungkook got his cock out and latched on immediately.
His plump lips took the tip in and he swirled his tongue around the head. His cock was swollen and big. The thickness alone made Jimin drool at the thought of it inside of him. He lowered his mouth down onto Jungkook’s shaft, emerging a moan from the younger one beneath him.
Jungkook laid his head back against the couch. His arms relaxed by his sides.
His thumb caressed Jimin’s cheekbone, “So fucking sexy, Minnie.”
Jimin’s back arched and he gripped the base of Jungkook’s cock.
“You’ve got a bit of a praise kink, don’t you, baby doll?” Jungkook let Jimin pull off his cock to answer.
“Only from you.” He went back to sucking Jungkook’s dick like he was made for it. Jungkook moaned loud.
“Minnie, you’re so good.”
Jimin’s ability to take Jungkook deep made Jungkook want to fuck into his mouth. He waited, allowing Jimin to get comfortable with the pace he had going.
Jimin had saliva and precum dribble down his chin as he bobbed his head onto his cock. Jungkook pushed Jimin’s hair back and moaned again.
“I want you.” Jungkook mumbled, in a sex haze, “I want you so bad it hurts, Minnie.”
Jimin’s eyes flicked up at Jungkook and it was enough to get him close to the edge.
Jungkook lifted his hips up and Jimin whined around his cock but kept going. Jungkook thrust in and out of Jimin’s fat lips like he owned his mouth. Jimin wanted nothing more than to be bent over the couch, but it was risky enough letting Jungkook fuck his mouth in a private room.
Jungkook put one hand through Jimin’s hair and held him as he got his mouth fucked by Jungkook. Jimin whimpered around the thick cock in his mouth as it pounded to the back of his throat.
“So close, Jimin, I’m getting close.”
Jimin kept still, letting Jungkook use his mouth as a wet hole for his cock. Jimin locked eyes with Jungkook.
Jimin knew the question and he nodded the best he could. Jungkook let out a final moan, loud enough for the room next door to hear. Hot, bitter cum shot down Jimin’s throat and it made him gag.
“Don’t swallow,” Jungkook demanded.
Jimin did as he was told, his eyes watering.
Jungkook opened Jimin’s mouth and saw his own spunk lining the inside of Jimin’s mouth, his tongue, and roof of his mouth painted in white. He smirked, “Pretty.”
Jimin swallowed after Jungkook pulled back. He coughed for a brief moment, Jungkook’s worried eyes on him.
“Was I too rough?” Jungkook asked.
“No. You were fine.” Jimin smiled at him.
Jungkook pat his lap and Jimin sat down on it, “You give good blowjobs.”
“Thank you.” Jimin giggled as he laid his head on Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jimin wished he could fall asleep on Jungkook’s body. He whispered in Jungkook’s ear, “Thank you for the money. You don’t have to do that.”
“I owe you.” Jungkook said, “That should be enough to cover for you.”
“Don’t think this gets you off the hook. You did play me.” Jimin pouted.
Jungkook’s eyes went to the camera before he looked at Jimin, “I know. I can’t apologize enough for it.”
After ballet a few days later when Jimin was welcomed back to the dance studio, it was like he never left. The teachers did not hold it against him. The class he helped in the afternoon was excited their favorite volunteer was back in the room. Most importantly, Hoseok and Tae had him in class again. After ballet, Jimin, Hoseok, and Tae all left the building giddy and excited from the good practice they had.
Tae jumped down from the stairs and ran to Yoongi who was sat on the ground of the sidewalk with the other four boys. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth when Taehyung attacked him.
Yoongi flinched, “Damn, Tae, why are you in a good mood?”
“Because our showcase is coming up soon and our routine is so good. I’m excited for you all to see it.” Tae beamed.
Namjoon said, “I’m excited to see it. I’m sure it’s fantastic.”
Jungkook and Jimin locked eyes and suddenly Jimin’s striped shirt was too thin. Jungkook knew what he looked like underneath, and based on how his eyes were, that’s what he thought of at that moment. Jungkook, of course, had his chest exposed, but only because he was shirtless underneath a heavy leather jacket. His light jeans hugged his muscular legs.
“What about you, pretty baby, you working hard?” Jungkook asked.
Jimin turned on his heel to leave and said, “Maybe. Why don’t you follow me home and find out?”
He left the group towards home. He chewed on his pinky nail when he felt everyone’s eyes on his back.
Namjoon and Hoseok’s eyes were wide. Taehyung and Jin broke out in laughter. Yoongi smiled, a tongue swiped across his bottom lip and mumbled “Fucking minx.”
Jungkook scrambled to get up once the statement processed, “Jimin, wait!”
Jimin laughed when he saw rich badass Jeon Jungkook chasing after him to catch up.
The air in Jimin’s room was tenser than before. Jimin had opened the windows, and the cool breeze from outside did not freeze the steaming energy between the two men.
Jungkook stripped his jacket off and went towards Jimin who faced the window. The white sheer curtain blew around them as Jungkook unzipped Jimin’s jacket for him. The fall coat was tossed to the ground. Jimin’s body stiffened. He glanced over his shoulder at Jungkook who nosed the back of Jimin’s neck. He turned around chest to chest with Jungkook and then took off his own shirt.
Jungkook slipped out an appreciative, “Damn.” and it made Jimin smile.
Jimin brushed through Jungkook’s hair with his fingers and arched his back. Jungkook slid his hands down the curve of his back to clutch onto his ass.
Jungkook’s eyebrows rose when Jimin breathed out, “Kiss me.”
Jungkook curled his fingers around the waistline of Jimin’s sweatpants and pulled his as close as possible. His shoulders were pressed back as Jimin’s hands snaked up his naked chest.
Jungkook leaned in close, his lips barely against Jimin’s.
Jimin closed the distance between the two. Their lips not wanting to take things slow. It was a battle of tongues and teeth as the two made out. They fumbled with each other’s pants, struggling to get the material off. Both were clad, nothing but their underwear left.
Jungkook pressed his mouth to Jimin’s. The two backed up onto the bed. The soft blankets created a safe space for the two to roam each other's bodies. Jungkook’s hands sat still on Jimin’s ass, in between the clothed skin and the soft comforter. Jimin’s hands were wild as they searched for somewhere to hang onto. He wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck and pulled him as close as he could. Their legs tangled together in a mess of sweaty skin.
Jungkook peeled the black briefs from Jimin’s body in one swoop while he got out of his own.
“Do you have condoms? Lube?” Jungkook asked as he mouthed the skin on Jimin’s collarbone.
“Bathroom. Last drawer on the right.”
Jungkook was reluctant, but he pulled away to go into the bathroom. He flicked the fluorescent light on and located the drawer. He pulled a condom out of the box and the bottle of lube Jimin had.
He got back into the bedroom and Jimin was a sexual entity on the bed. He was flushed and naked with thin sweat on him. His nipples were perked up and his cock was curved flat onto his abs. His hair fanned out like a blond halo. His forearm stretched across his eyes as he dipped a finger down to his entrance.
Jungkook watched this boy toy with his own hole, whining at the small amount of pressure. Jungkook let him and watched the way his muscles moved under the beautiful skin.
“Kookie, please…” Jimin pulled his arm away to look at Jungkook.
Jungkook smirked and parted Jimin’s legs, “You want this dick?”
“Yeah, I do.” Jimin arched up.
Jungkook grabbed the lube and lathered up his middle and index finger. He delved his middle in first. Jimin moaned and then follow it up with a needy whine.
“Already? Damn, Minnie, you’re needy.”
Jimin sat up, Jungkook’s finger in his ass still. He propped himself up with the palms of his hands.
“Don’t call me that here.” Jimin pouted.
Jungkook frowned, “Right, sorry.” Jungkook pecked his mouth. He fit in another finger and Jimin took it well. He made a face of discomfort before he fucked himself down onto Jungkook’s fingers. Jungkook’s knuckles hit Jimin’s ass with a pounding slap.
Jimin whimpered, “Wanna ride you.”
Jungkook kissed him hard, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Jungkook laid down so his head was on the pillow. He got a condom out of the package as Jimin peppered kisses on his thighs.
“Okay, baby.” Jungkook pat Jimin’s ass as he shimmied up his body.
Jimin took his time as he seated himself down on Jungkook’s dick. Jimin’s moan was high pitched and it sent jolts through Jungkook’s body.
“You’re so tight.” Jungkook moaned.
He thrust up into Jimin’s ass only to be met with harsh grind down. Jimin rocked up and down, pressing his hands down on Jungkook’s chest for leverage. His thighs worked themselves up and down, filling himself up.
Jimin slowed down when he felt himself get close already. He wanted this intimate moment to last, so he stopped completely, fully seated on Jungkook’s length.
Jungkook groaned and then laughed humorlessly, “Damn it, Jiminie, what are you doing to me?”
Jimin moaned as Jungkook thrust up into him. He was out of breath, but Jimin said, “Teasing you, Kookie.”
Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s waist and pinned him against the bed, “You want to be a little tease? Teases like you get fucked hard, baby boy.”
Jungkook was relentless. He fucked Jimin rough and hard with his hands pinning Jimin’s small wrists down. Jimin’s body bounced beneath him. His moans were small whines that came from his mouth while Jungkook’s were deep set, from his gut.
“Jungkook, I’m going to…”
“Hold on, baby.”
“I can’t, please…” Jimin had tears of pleasure come from his eyes, “...let me cum.”
Jungkook felt himself tighten, “Jimin…” He moaned.
Jimin let out one last moan before he shut his eyes sleepily.
Jungkook fucked through his own orgasm. Jimin’s hole was abused and wet. Jungkook threw his head back, a lazy smile on his face.
Jimin woke up a few hours later, tucked into bed. He had his briefs on and a hoodie of his. He got out of bed, his hips and ass stung. He shuffled into the living room, in search of Jungkook. He saw his balcony glass door open, and Jungkook’s silhouette.
Jimin stepped outside. The chirping of bugs and hustle of the city’s late-night activity mixed in his ears. The night sky was a deep purple with black and blue hues painted across it. The moon was bright that night. Jungkook leaned against the railing, a cigarette between his fingers.
Jimin rubbed his eyes, “My landlord will kill me if someone reports you smoking.”
Jungkook took a hit off of his cigarette, a leering smile on his face.
Jimin laid his head against Jungkook’s bare shoulder, “Aren’t you cold?”
“I have pants on.”
Jimin kissed his shoulder, “Thank you for today.”
Jungkook smiled, “Thank you.”
He pulled Jimin into his side and let his hand rub his hip. Jimin nestled into Jungkook’s warmth.
He flicked the ashes off the end of the cigarette while Jimin asked, “What are we, Jungkook? Are we friends, fuck buddies, boyfriends...what are we?”
“I’m hoping boyfriends, but whatever you want, darling.” Jungkook kissed his forehead.
“I like boyfriends.” Jimin agreed.
He stared up at Jungkook. The moonlight grazed his face and highlighted his features. His eyes looked darker with the night above them. His muscle indentation on his milky white skin made Jimin’s body cave. He was such a beautiful man.
Jungkook set his chin on Jimin’s head, and Jimin heard his heart pounding. He realized something about Jungkook.
Jungkook was private and reserved. He had all of these secrets, and Jimin knew there were many more to discover. He was a layered mystery and Jimin was a willing man to find out more about him. There was more to Jungkook than the money and the sex and the bad boy persona.
Jungkook had inner demons, but Jimin wanted to love him.
3 Months Later
Kim Taehyung walked into his boyfriend’s apartment with takeout in a paper bag, and his dance bag on his back. His ash colored hair was held back by a black headband, and a black leather jacket on his body to keep him warm. His cheeks were bitten pink from the cold outside.
“Hey, I picked up supper. You never got back to me so I wasn’t sure what you wanted.” Tae sounded defeated.
Taehyung their relationship had backslid. Yoongi was no longer affectionate, and not even intimate some nights. Taehyung felt like he dated a rock.
His back was to Taehyung, sat on the couch. An ashtray sat on the coffee table in front of him. Taehyung smelt not only cigarettes but skunk.
“Are you high?” Tae asked as he set the bag down.
“Get out.” Yoongi snapped.
The room grew this thick sludge of tension that made Taehyung’s ears ring. He was not entirely sure if he had heard his boyfriend right.
Taehyung’s eyes widened, “W-What?”
“Get. Out.” Yoongi’s teeth were clenched.
“Yoongi, why?” Taehyung’s stomach hurt, as if he would vomit all over the floor in front of him. The walls of Yoongi’s apartment closed in on him. He was suffocating.
“You heard me!” Yoongi raised his voice. It was out of his persona. Taehyung felt like he watched a doppelganger of his boyfriend scream at him. Yoongi was quiet and had a soft heart. He internalized everything and had never raised his voice at anyone, let alone Taehyung. He hoped it was an evil twin that hijacked his life for this one moment.
“Yoongi, what did I do?” Tae saw the whiskey bottle on its side on the coffee table. This man was high, drunk, and angry.
“I need you gone. Don’t come near me. Don’t talk to me. From now on, you no longer exist in my life, got it? If anyone asks if you know me, you tell them no.” Yoongi asked, his fist clenched.
Taehyung covered his mouth with a large hand. Big tears dripped from his eyes, “Why? Can you tell me why? I’ll do better, I promise. I love you, you know that.” Taehyung sobbed.
Yoongi turned around, he faced the open window that stared out at the city, “Go.” He choked on his own cry, “G-Go!”
Taehyung left quicker than he came. He stumbled out the door and slammed it shut. His fingers dialed the first number he could think of.
Park Jimin threw his head back, “Fuck, Jungkook, right there!”
Jungkook thrust his hips up into Jimin like it was the last time they could fuck. Their sex had been a rarity the past week. Jimin would go to work, come home, and be too exhausted to do anything. The club Jimin worked at had put him on a few more days than normal since people got done left and right. Jungkook was happy for nights like this when he got to love his man intimately.
Jimin had moved in with Jungkook in a penthouse that overlooked the city. The large windows, the high ceilings, the fireplace, and the high-end furniture made Jimin feel like he was in a movie or a dream. Jimin’s favorite part was the balcony where he could see the lights outside that danced like stars. The place was open and had more room compared to where he stayed before.
Especially, the bed.
Jungkook had bought them a bed with a canopy that drifted over the side. The king sized bed had thick red comforters and soft sheets. When Jungkook picked it out, Jimin’s mind went ballistic with fantasies. Of course, Jungkook always followed through with them.
Moving in with Jungkook was the best decision that he ever made.
Jungkook allowed Jimin to control his hips and how fast he wanted to go.
“Baby, I’m close.” Jungkook moaned out. The tightening sensation made his toes curl. He watched Jimin’s thighs bounce, framed around Jungkook’s hip bones.
“Your cock feels good.” Jimin said, a sexy smirk on his face as he slowed his motions, “I just want to sit here and keep your cock in me.”
Jungkook bit his bottom lip, “Fucking tease.”
Jimin sped up, despite the burn in his thighs, “Jungkook…”
“C’mon, Jimin, you’re doing so good, baby.”
Jimin let out a whine as he came across Jungkook’s torso and Jungkook came inside of him at the same time.
Jimin laid down next to him and put his head on Jungkook’s chest.
Both boys were out of breath and spent. Jungkook stared up at the ceiling as Jimin nestled against him. The warmth between the two made Jimin's heart rate pick up. His fingers traced the indentation of muscle on Jungkook's abdomen. He watched it ripple beneath the pressure of his fingers.
Jimin’s phone vibrated on the side table of the bed, “Who the hell? It’s nearly ten at night.”
Jungkook got out of the warm bed, “Probably Hobi.”
“It’s actually Taehyung.” Jimin giggled as he showed Jungkook the caller ID.
“Damn. So close.” Jungkook smiled at Jimin as he walked to the bathroom attached to their room.
Jimin answered the phone, “Hello?”
Taehyung’s broken cries were the first thing Jimin heard.
“Oh my god, are you alright?” Jimin asked. He sat up and leaned against the headboard as Taehyung tried to compose himself
“Y-Yoongi broke u-up with me.” Taehyung sobbed, “I don’t know why! He was so angry with me.”
“Aw, Tae.” Jimin pouted, “Do I have to kick his ass?”
“Please. At this point, I don’t fucking care...Oh, but I do.” Taehyung was distraught on the other line.
“Whose ass are we kicking?” Jungkook asked, now with sweatpants on that hung low on his hips. His upper body glowed with sweat and water from a damp washcloth he used to wipe the cum off of him. He leaned against the bathroom door frame.
Jimin stared at his boyfriend’s visible ‘v’ line, “Yoongi’s.” He told Taehyung, “Do you need me to come over?”
“No. I’ll be alright.” Taehyung sniffled, “I just had to talk to someone.”
“Well, if you change your mind come over okay?” Jimin reassured.
Taehyung said a quick goodnight before he hung up. Jimin frowned as he pulled his phone away from his ear.
“So, what did Yoongi do?” Jungkook laid down on the bed.
Jimin set his phone aside, “Yoongi broke up with Taehyung.”
Jungkook lifted his head up with his eyebrows knit together, “What? For real?”
“Yeah. He said he doesn’t know why, but I think Yoongi is moody. He’ll probably call up Tae tomorrow.” Jimin got under the covers.
Jungkook flicked off the light next to the bed and threw an arm around Jimin’s naked torso. He nuzzled his nose into the smaller’s blond hair before he fell asleep.
Taehyung had not stopped crying since they walked into the dance academy locker room. The locker room was abandoned. Every dancer was in a studio room, practicing for the showcase at the end of the month.
Taehyung sat on the bench next to their lockers, arms across his stomach. Jimin kneeled in front of him and placed his hands on his knees while Hoseok had an arm around him. Taehyung's cries were quiet, but they echoed off of the painted metal of the lockers.
“It’ll be alright, Tae.” Hoseok promised, “He’s just a boy. A very stupid one at that if he left you for no reason.”
“I know, but,” Tae sniffled, “I really liked him. Loved him. Fuck, I still love him.”
Jimin’s mind wandered to Jungkook. Did he love him? It was too soon to tell. He did move in with him, but Jimin would rather not have to pay rent and Jungkook was at Jimin’s place every night before that. He brought his focus back to Taehyung who was crumbling at the edges. He looked withered, exhausted even.
“I’m sorry, Tae.” Jimin wiped the tears off of his face.
“It’s okay.” He wiped his nose on his sleeve, “I just went to get practice over with today and then go home. You guys want to come over tonight?”
“I will.” Hoseok promised.
“I’ll be late.” Jimin smirked, “I’ll come by after though, okay?”
Taehyung nodded and leaned forward. Jimin hugged Taehyung while Hoseok rubbed his back. Jimin’s heart broke for his friend as he felt his tears hit the skin on his shoulder.
“Everything will be okay.” Hoseok encouraged, signature sunshine smile bright on his face.
After work and Taehyung’s house, Jimin was beat. He got home around three in the morning. Having to be up in five hours for dance stressed him out.
The lights were off in the place except for the living room where Jimin saw Jungkook laid out on the couch. He had his dress pants on, no shirt, a bottle of beer in his hand that dangled to the floor, and his hair was messy. Jungkook had taken a job offer from his father and now worked underneath him. Jungkook had now owned one property alongside his father, a clothing store outside of town.
Jimin giggled and he pushed his hair back, “Jungkookie.”
Jungkook was still as Jimin caressed his face, but his eyes flickered open. He furrowed his eyebrows before he stretched his arms out, a slight pout on his lips.
“Hi.” Jimin smiled at him.
“Hey…” Jungkook’s voice was hoarse.
“Rough day?” Jimin asked as he straddled Jungkook’s waist.
Jungkook scoffed, “That’s an underestimation, Mina.”
“Want to talk about it?” Jimin asked as his face dropped.
Jungkook sat up and set his hands on Jimin’s waist. He had this gorgeous display of a man in front of him and he chose him as a distraction.
“No, I don’t want to worry your mind.” Jungkook kissed his forehead.
“I can handle it, Jungkook. I’m not made of glass.”
Jungkook buried his face in Jimin’s chest and Jimin wrapped his arms around him.
Jungkook said, “I know.” His voice muffled.
“Let’s head to bed, yeah? You look exhausted.” Jimin stroked Jungkook’s black hair.
He pecked the younger’s lips before he got off of him.
As they snuggled into bed, Jungkook stroked Jimin’s hair back and he whispered, “Can I tell you something that you cannot tell anyone?”
“Of course.” Jimin kept his eyes shut, basking in Jungkook’s warmth.
“My father is selling the club, Jimin.” Jungkook said, “I don’t think these next few weeks will be easy for you.”
Jimin yawned, not even bothered by the news, “It’ll work out Jungkook. Who is he selling it to?”
“Well, go to sleep, Jungkook. Don’t stress about it.”
Jimin promised Jungkook it would work out, but when he tried to reassure himself, he was less convinced
The next night at Temptations, Jimin could feel his body give out. He had one performance that night that was close to perfection. Every hip sway, every look over his shoulder, every article of clothing that came off, and every curve of his body got him tips and whistles. In a disgusting way, he loved it. He realized the danger of it too. Every look he got made him power hungry.
After he finished the night off, he decided to head out with the bartender Taemin on their nightly walks they had whenever Jimin worked.
Jimin grabbed his bag from the dressing room and went towards the bar until he heard Minsu on the phone. His manager disgusted Jimin. He was an old man obsessed with pretty boys and money. It was normal for Minsu to take personal calls on work time, but he sounded angry.
Curious (mostly nosey), Jimin stuck his head into Minsu’s office.
Minsu gazed out the window, cigar fat in his mouth.
“Can you tell him that if he doesn’t tell me by the end of the week what Mr. Jeon is doing with the place he’s dead? The new owner will step in...No, Mr. Jeon wants to hand it over to his son, but with enough convincing, I think we can get Kai on board. I already told him Jungkook could not handle the place where it was at and that seemed to help Kai’s case.”
Jungkook was in line to be the next owner . Jimin’s head spun. Even worse, Minsu wanted someone else to run it. He name saved ‘Kai’ to his memory and kept his ear on the conversation.
“Get Jungkook to not want the place...Well, it’ll be harder than you think. He’s got a whore here on his leash…” Jimin rolled his eyes as Minsu grunted, “Suga, just do what I ask of you.”
He hung up.
Jimin pulled away from the door and walked towards the bar where Taemin waited. ‘Suga’ was another name he replayed in his head like a damn song.
Taemin asked, “What the hell have you been doing?”
“Nothing. Do you know anyone named Kai?” Jimin asked.
Taemin held the door for him to walk out, “Kai? He used to work here, but got done a while ago to go to school for business. Why?”
“I heard Minsu talking to someone about it. He wants to take over.”
Taemin grimaced, “Yikes.”
The outdoors was bitter. Jimin pulled his zipper up all the way, the fabric blocking his mouth. He pulled his beanie down over the tips of his ears. The cold made his nose run a little.
He sniffled before he asked Taemin, “Is he that bad?”
“Kai is a little rough around the edges, Minnie. Not a horrible human being, he just can be a dick sometimes.”
Jimin understood. He then asked, “What about the name Suga?”
Taemin shrugged, “No clue. I’m assuming Minsu is planning something big with Kai if he’s getting more people involved. Fucking prick. He’s been wanting this place to turn into a full-blown brothel since he started here. He’s probably getting his wish.”
Jimin shivered. He loved his job. As negative as it sounded to the public, Jimin liked his co-workers and he loved performing. Jungkook had offered for Jimin just to live off of Jungkook’s income he was going to get from the upcoming businesses in his name, but Jimin could not do that to himself. He loved working, and Temptations allowed him to do what he loved and be around other people who shared the same passion for performing.
The two made it down a few blocks to Taemin’s road. He asked, “You want to come over for a bit?”
“Sure.” Jimin smiled and he happily followed along. He knew Jungkook would not mind.
Taemin’s apartment was small, and he had a roommate named Minho that lived with him. Jimin talked to him once when he dropped Taemin’s phone off to him at work when he forgot it.
Jimin managed to get to the bathroom in the dark and he switched the light on. He turned the faucet on to wash his face.
“Why is there hair dye on the counter?” Jimin asked as he splashed warm water on his face. His foundation felt caked on and the water refreshed his skin.
“That was from when I dyed my hair back to black. I got two boxes just in case one shade wasn’t right. Why are you interested?” Taemin watched Jimin in the bathroom mirror as he dried his face off with a towel.
Jimin shrugged. His blond hair was old to him. He really liked it, but he could go with a change.
“I think you’d look hot with black hair.” Taemin said as he opened the box up.
“It seems like you’ve already decided you’re doing it.” Jimin laughed.
“I am. Go get a chair and bring it in here.” Taemin instructed.
Jimin got home that night with black fluffy hair and he was in love with it. He had a whole new vibe to him and he felt sexy. Every time he put his hand through it a new wave of confidence came over him. His heart fluttered with anxiety when he walked into his home.
Jungkook was in the living room again. This time, he was awake. His eyes were tired and dead. His face was pale and he looked ready to fall asleep.
“Did you wait for me?” Jimin asked, trying to act like everything was normal.
“Yeah, I- holy fuck .” Jungkook’s mouth was opened and he stood up, “You look fucking sexy.”
Jimin ran a hand through his hair, “You like it? I was scared you wouldn’t.”
“I love it.” Jungkook put his own hand through it, “You look breathtaking, Jimin.”
“Taemin did it.” Jimin said, “I wasn’t sure if I would like it.”
“Well,” Jungkook pecked Jimin’s lips, “I’m going to fuck you senseless tonight and Taemin will be getting a raise.”
Their lips meshed together as Jimin moaned. The two stumbled back against the couch, a tangled mess of limbs and clothes coming off. Jungkook lived up to his promise and his hips pounded into Jimin as he bent him over the armrest of the couch. Jimin’s face in the cushion was not comfortable, but the position made this perfect angle for Jungkook’s lubed cock to hit. The leather of the couch stuck to Jimin’s naked skin, and his cum shot out in hot ropes as he moaned loudly.
Jungkook gripped the back of Jimin’s hair and held his waist as he rolled his hips into the smaller man’s ass. He came soon after Jimin did, and he laid his head onto Jimin’s back.
I love you . Jimin thought.
Jimin’s stress was packed on more when he found out he and Hoseok had a duet they were going to do. Hoseok choreographed it himself, which made it easier for Jimin to learn. Hoseok had this way about him when he danced that captivated everyone. Jimin wanted to be as good as him someday.
The two practiced at dawn, when the studio opened, in a spare dance room that was not used.
“Have you talked to Tae at all?” Hoseok asked. The redhead was leaned against the ballet barre attached to the wall.
Jimin sat in a right split. He stretched his body down over his knee to grab his toes, “No, I have not. He’s been quiet.”
“Yeah, I feel awful. He really liked Yoongi.”
“I wonder what happened.” Jimin brought his leg around, “Yoongi went after Tae in the first place.”
“I remember.” Hoseok plugged his phone in the stereo, “Let’s work on this, yeah? We have a few weeks left.”
“We have more than enough time, Hobi.” Jimin stuck his tongue out.
Hoseok went through the steps with Jimin for their duet and he would compliment Jimin every so often. Jimin knew he was hard on himself, but his head was in the clouds that morning. Between his love crisis with Jungkook, Taehyung and Yoongi, and Temptations being in transition, Jimin thought for sure he would lose it. Dance was his escape, for now.
Work that night was a shift Jimin would never be able to get out of his head.
He came around the corner and immediately rammed into Minsu. Jimin had dressed up more than usual, he was in charge of serving drinks to the V.I.P. tables and would not have to worry about anything else. His black button-up was tucked into black jeans with a black blazer. Jungkook asked him if he was going to a funeral before he left the house and Jimin had stuck his tongue out at him.
“Your hair is different.” Minsu said as he flicked a piece away from Jimin’s forehead, “You have a customer.”
“Okay? I told you I wanted to take it easy tonight.” Jimin said. Between Jungkook the night before and Hoseok’s dance, Jimin needed a break. He was happy when Taemin had asked Minsu for him to let Jimin breathe for a shift.
“I have a personal customer that you will be tending to tonight and he’s important.” Minsu said, “Follow me.”
Jimin, not being able to tell anyone no, followed him. He was brought out to the front where it was darker and the music was loud. No matter how dark or loud the place was, nothing could ease the sight of the person Minsu wanted him to tend to.
“This will be who you’re with tonight, Minnie.”
Yoongi was leaned back against the wall, cigarette in his mouth despite the "no smoking" sign above his head. He handed the cigarette to Minsu he snatched it from his long fingers.
Yoongi looked at Jimin, angry, as if he wanted nothing to do with the dancer in front of him. Jimin had a mutual feeling. Yoongi was in a white button up with a loose blazer around his shoulders. His black jeans were baggy on his thin legs. He had a bandana wrapped around his forehead.
“I’ll lead you to the room.” Minsu said as he hobbled off, Yoongi's cigarette now in his own mouth.
Jimin was frozen, so Yoongi took the initiative. Jimin could not fathom why Yoongi was even there. He had no reason to be there.
Yoongi gripped Jimin’s elbow as Minsu led the two away.
“What are you doing?” Jimin whispered, genuine fear crossed his eyes.
Yoongi hissed, “Shut up and go with it.”
Jimin panicked, a heavy set weight on his chest. This was Taehyung’s ex-boyfriend. Even worse, Yoongi was not Jungkook.
Once they stepped over the threshold of the room, the realization of what Jimin would have to do scared him.
Minsu shut the door behind them and Jimin shoved Yoongi’s chest.
“Why are you here?” Jimin snapped.
Yoongi sat down on the couch. He shut his eyes and inhaled, “Jimin, calm down. It’s not like he’s going to know whether or not you did anything.”
“Yoongi, there’s a camera in here,” Jimin stressed.
Yoongi still was unphased, “Quit. I would at this point. Which by the way is why I’m here.”
Jimin’s face was a cross between confused and annoyed,“What? Why? Where I work is none of your business. You’re not my boyfriend.”
“You need to get done here, Jimin. It’s too dangerous for you to be around right now.” Yoongi was serious. His voice had an edge to it that made Jimin want to listen to him. At the same time, Yoongi was mysterious and vague. He did not know whether he could trust him or not.
“It’s so hard to find another job. That process is not something I’m willing to go through again. Not many employers want to hire a stripper, Yoongi.”
“No, but they would hire a trained ballet dancer who shows discipline and good work ethic.” Yoongi opened his eyes and stared at Jimin.
Jimin put his hands on his hips, “Minsu said you were an important client. What, does he owe you a favor?”
Yoongi was annoyed, “I don’t know, Jimin.”
“How do you not know?”
“You’re asking too many questions. It’s annoying. Can you just promise me you’ll quit tonight? I can’t stress how important this is.”
Jimin sighed and moved towards the stereo.
“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked.
Jimin battled with himself internally. On one hand, Yoongi hurt Taehyung. That, in Jimin’s book, was enough for Jimin to hate him. Jungkook would not appreciate what Jimin was about to do either. On the other hand, Minsu probably was watching them from the camera, like he always did with Jimin. Also, Yoongi was hiding something. He could not figure out what. He could easily get what he wanted from Yoongi if he made him vulnerable.
The stereo played a low sensual beat.
Jimin stripped off his blazer and tossed it to the floor before he walked over to Yoongi like he was on a runway. His eyes pierced into Yoongi’s like a predator getting ready to pounce.
Yoongi did not tell Jimin to stop or to go away, he set his hands on his knees.
Jimin bent down and slid his hands up Yoongi’s torso. The dress shirt straightened out from the pressure of his hands. The smaller spun around and sat onto Yoongi’s lap and swayed his hips to the beat.
Yoongi’s hands slipped down to Jimin’s thighs. There was a hands-off rule, Jimin knew. He wanted to get him in a perfect space though.
“Fuck,” Yoongi swore in Jimin’s ear as he laid back against him. His head rested on Yoongi’s shoulder.
Everything about this was wrong. Jimin could feel his skin tighten and he felt poison in his throat.
Yoongi’s hands slid down Jimin’s front, when they got to his waist, he stopped. Jimin’s lips were parted as he put on his best show. Normally, he would be stiffer, but he played this up for what it was worth. He arched his back, popping his ass out and he snaked a hand behind him to snag it into Yoongi’s hair.
“Goddamn, Jungkook’s a lucky guy if he’s sleeping with you every night.”
Jimin felt sick at the thought of Jungkook. He had to tell him about this, but at the same time, there was that fear that Jungkook would leave him.
He would keep this moment a secret.
He got up and pinned Yoongi down to the couch. He straddled his hips. Yoongi braced himself up on his elbows and watched as Jimin peeled off his shirt.
Yoongi sat up, the two nose to nose.
“I’m going to ask you again,” Jimin’s chest heaved big breaths, “why are you here?”
Yoongi reached a hand up and stroked Jimin’s face. He leaned forward into Jimin’s ear and whispered, “You need to quit this job. Tonight.”
“No. Answer me,” Jimin whispered.
Yoongi touched his forehead to Jimin’s the black bandana in his white hair soft on Jimin’s skin.
Yoongi’s voice was still hushed, hoping no one listened to them speak. He said, “You can’t be here tomorrow. The new owner has it out for the Jeon's and tomorrow is Mr. Jeon's last day as the sole owner. The new one and his people are after every bit of the Jeon family they can get at here, and that includes you.”
“What kind of people?”
Yoongi’s breath stuttered, “Jimin...I’m sorry…”
“You?” Jimin pulled away but Yoongi brought him back in.
He dragged his nose across Jimin’s collarbone, “I’m only doing this for Jungkook. I want him safe. What better way to do that then to get into the heads of Minsu and Kai themselves?”
Jimin’s voice was shattered, “You...you’re Suga. You're the one Minsu talks to.”
Yoongi set Jimin off of his lap and got up.
“It was either I do what I’m told by Mr. Jeon and play for the other team or I get put through hell, Jimin.” Yoongi stretched his back, “The Jeon family doesn’t fuck around. They get what they want when they want it. If that means using me as a pawn, then they will. You must know all about that.”
“Yoongi, what the hell are you saying? You can’t just come in here and do this to me. I have no clue what you mean by that!”
“Ask your boyfriend.”
“Jungkook tells me everything,” Jimin said. The moment it left his mouth, Yoongi laughed.
He brought his voice low as he snaked his arms around Jimin to trap him, “Like Jungkook isn’t keeping things from you. Do you know what goes on here at Temptations? It’s not just pretty boys with no clothes, Jimin. There are drugs that Mr. Jeon is involved in, there’s prostitution that Minsu is hiding, and now there’s gang involvement coming in. The Jeon’s know all about it and want out. Why do you think someone brand new is taking over? If you’re here tomorrow, and Kai finds out that you’re the Minnie that Jungkook is with, I won’t be surprised if you end up in a sex ring between business owners.”
“Jungkook would never allow that to happen.” Jimin teared up, the realization dawned on him that he actually could be in a dangerous situation.
Jungkook had always had this side to him that Jimin knew he kept locked up and it had yet to be exposed. He had no idea it was of this caliber.
“Is that so?” Yoongi was close to Jimin. He whispered hotly into Jimin’s ear, “Why else would he date Temptations’ best whore? Your relationship was a toxic setup from the beginning.”
“Is that an offer, princess?” Yoongi asked. Jimin knew it was Yoongi taunting him, there was no actual conviction behind the question.
Jimin slapped him. The loud smack surprised both of them.
Yoongi held his cheek where it had started to turn red, “Look, just leave tonight, okay? Take Jungkook with you out of town or something. Stay at the studio longer than normal. Just don’t come around here tomorrow.”
“No.” Jimin crossed his arms, “I’m staying.”
“Let me know how that works for you.” Yoongi deadpanned, “I tried to help you.”
Jimin was left in the room shirtless and afraid. He grabbed his dress shirt and slipped it onto himself.
Was Yoongi right? Jimin wanted it to be far from the truth. Jungkook could not be involved in anything like that. The fact that Mr. Jeon used Yoongi to get secrets from the new owner was unbelievable. If Mr. Jeon wanted to sell the place, why was he after Kai? He was willing and qualified.
When he went to leave work that night, guilt hung over his head.
Taemin told him as they walked out, “There’s a mandatory meeting tomorrow.”
Don’t come around here tomorrow.
Yoongi begged him.
Jimin was not one to listen though, “I’ll be there.”
Home that night was eerie, and Jimin could feel the tension from out in the hallway. He went inside after unlocking the door and Jungkook was nowhere to be found. He made his way into the bedroom and found his man. He was on the bed and Jimin gasped.
Jungkook was naked, stroking himself as Jimin walked into the room. He was hard and sweaty. Jimin’s mouth went dry.
“J-Jungkook, what are you-” Jimin could not get his words out.
“What are you waiting for?” Jungkook smirked, “It’s not going to suck itself, Mina.”
Jimin tossed bag aside before he took off his shirt. He climbed onto the bed and latched his fat lips around his cock. Jungkook moaned and threw his head back.
“You were made for this, baby.” Jungkook praised. Jimin lapped his tongue around Jungkook’s shaft. He pressed his tongue flat against the tip as he peered up at Jungkook. Jungkook watched the man bob his head up and down eight inches of thick length. The swell of Jimin’s cheeks and the breath from his nose made Jungkook moan.
Jimin clench his eyes shut.
Is that an offer, princess?
“Ouch!” Jungkook pulled Jimin off by clutching his hand in his dark hair. Jimin had accidentally bit down.
“S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Jimin saddened, his lips red and glossy.
“It’s okay.” Jungkook stroked his face, “How about you give me your hole and you keep sucking good, yeah? It’ll help you relax. You seem tense.”
Jimin’s body flared up as he straddled Jungkook backward. He lowered his ass until Jungkook’s tongue found his entrance. Jimin put Jungkook’s cock his mouth and moaned around it.
Jungkook loved to eat Jimin out. The flesh of his ass against his face, the way he tasted, his tongue slick against his lover’s walls. He ravished his hole and stretched it out while Jimin kept his lips snug around Jungkook’s cock
Jungkook started to thrust his hips up, his knees bent and feet bracing the bed for him. Jimin squealed around his dick as his ass was pushed open by Jungkook’s skilled tongue. His cock was painfully hard and even more so when Jungkook let one last groan against Jimin’s ass. He came into Jimin’s mouth and Jimin held it in his mouth.
Jungkook chuckled darkly as Jimin got off of him, “You gonna swallow, baby?”
Jimin pressed his mouth against Jungkook’s, cum swapping between their tongues as they kissed. Jimin gagged against Jungkook’s lips as the bitter taste left his mouth but some trickled down the back of his throat.
Jungkook stroked Jimin’s cock as the two made out. Spit, cum, and tongues danced in their mouths as Jungkook’s fist quickened.
Jimin let out a high whine and Jungkook was in love.
Jimin came over Jungkook’s fist and then collapsed against his chest.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around him and whispered as Jimin closed his eyes, “You should take the day off tomorrow.”
Jimin scrunched his face up, remembering Yoongi. He sighed, “Maybe.”
Jimin went to work the next day.
The ‘mandatory’ meeting had him, three of the best dancers Temptations had, Taemin, Minsu, and a mystery man that walked in with crisp dress pants and a white dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a thick watch on his left hand. At first, Jimin was under the impression this man was Kai, but he had heard from Taemin that Kai was younger. This man had age to his face.
Jimin’s mouth almost opened full when this man had two boys behind him. One was tall and clean cut, Jimin knew a good looking man when he saw one. The other was Jungkook.
He never told Jimin he had part of the meeting. He never even said anything about him coming to his work the next day.
These were the Jeon boys and Jimin knew he was in a hot water situation. He thought back to his conversation with Yoongi last night. He wanted Jimin to not come in, but Kai was not even there. It was his boyfriend and his family.
He felt Taemin’s eyes on him, as if he tried to gauge a reaction to his boyfriend being put in front of him in some sort of authoritative position.
Minsu stayed in his seat, his body coming off the edge of the armrests.
Mr. Jeon leaned against the desk, “So, Minsu, these are your best boys?”
Minsu snorted, “Sure are.”
Normally, Jimin would take the compliment and roll with it. Right now, he was more nervous than he was proud to be in that office. Minsu smelled like trouble and body odor, and it clung to his office rug.
Jungkook and his father shared similarities Jimin noticed. The both looked constantly angry, but their tone of voice was sweet and gentle.
Jungkook stared at Jimin with his eyes narrowed. He was enraged. Jimin could feel him scrutinizing the smaller man with his gaze and it made Jimin shift on his feet. Jimin started to flip through his morning, did he leave without saying goodbye? Did he forget to make sure Jungkook woke up on time?
He remembered both of those, but Jungkook looked as though Jimin had ripped his heart out.
“I don’t know if Minsu told you all, but I am getting done and selling the club. We have someone that is looking to buy out the place, but they want me to cut everyone else that is not in this line up before they do so.” Mr. Jeon explained.
One of the dancers spoke up, “We would never get days off. We would be here all the time.”
Another dancer said, “I appreciate the money but we need a damn break every now and then. Minsu still doesn’t give us time off when we ask for it.”
Mr. Jeon put his hand up to Minsu when the fat man got out of his seat to yell.
Mr. Jeon smiled, “I understand your concern, but this is not up for discussion. I’ll be firing the individuals that aren’t here right now and then you all will start your new schedule tomorrow.”
Taemin asked, “You expect me to work every night?”
“Until we can hire someone that is up to your level.” Mr. Jeon said.
Minsu cleared his throat, “The upcoming owner mentioned that new rules would go into effect starting tonight, all bouncers are required to be at the front of the house only and the hands-off rule will be revoked.”
The last dancer on the end snapped, “Are you kidding me?!”
“Why?” Jimin asked. Eyes in the room turned to him, “Do you understand how violent some of these customers are that come in here? No to mention, we don’t have a no weapon rule on the property either. What if someone wants us to go through with something and they pull a knife out when we say no?”
Minsu snapped, “You should no longer tell them no.”
“We’re dancers. Not sex workers.” Jimin sassed back.
Jimin had the courage to make eye contact with Jungkook and the younger boy fumed. Jimin swore he saw smoke come from his ears. His fists curled tight.
Yoongi was wrong about one thing, Jungkook was unaware of this particular change.
“A security tape of a specific dancer in this line up was found by the new owner. Someone who came in last night let him touch him and it was brought to the new owner’s attention that maybe you all wouldn’t mind.” Minsu sneered.
Jimin’s body went into shock. Him and Yoongi . That’s who the new owner saw on the security footage.
Jimin felt tears burn the back of his eyes. This was his fault, and Minsu knew it.
“You can cry all you want, bitch,” Minsu muttered.
The mood in the room switched from tense to awkward. Minsu rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath about ‘pretty boys’.
Jimin wiped under his eyes.
“Alright, we will contact you all with a schedule by tonight. You’re dismissed.”
Taemin left the room first, “This is fucking ridiculous.”
Jimin was on his heels.
When Jimin came into the front of the club, a familiar hand gripped around Jimin’s wrist.
“What are you doing here?” Jungkook asked, as if he was surprised to see Jimin in his place of work.
He stopped and tears fell from his eyes.
“Jungkook…” Jimin cried.
Jungkook held Jimin in his arms, “It’ll be okay.”
“It was me.”
Jungkook had his arms around Jimin still, but the tightness faded. He looked at Jimin’s face.
“What do you mean, Mina?”
“Yoongi came in.” Jimin wiped his tears away.
“When you say ‘it was you’ do you mean that Yoongi touched you?”
Jimin said nothing.
Jungkook let go of Jimin, “I’m going to fucking murder him.” He went to charge out the door.
“No, it’s not Yoongi’s fault.” Jimin put his hands on his chest. He could feel Jungkook’s body heat radiate onto his own skin.
“He put his damn hands on you. It is his fault!” Jungkook snapped. He pulled back from Jimin and left Jimin in the club alone.
That night, Jimin was home early.
Jungkook was nowhere to be found.
The night at the club was tame for what had been planned. The hands-off rule being revoked was no different than before. Jimin told people no and they listened. Most of them were sad people who were lonely. Jimin felt like he was doing a service to them. However, one of the dancers had quit that night after one man was too touchy and Minsu did not kick him out.
Jimin heard the bedroom door open as he changed. Jungkook sauntered into the room. Before Jimin could comment on the split lip, the bloody knuckles, or the sweat and dirt that lined Jungkook’s face, the taller man caged Jimin against the wall.
He placed a kiss against Jimin’s dark hair, “You look so sexy.”
Jimin looked down at himself in Jungkook’s dress shirt with black panties underneath. He pushed up the sleeves, “Thank you.”
Jungkook caressed Jimin’s cheek, “Do you trust me?”
The question made Jimin draw back a little. His breath hitched as he nodded.
“Okay.” Jungkook pressed a kiss to his lips, “I want to remind you who you’re dating.”
Jungkook surged their lips together and Jimin made a noise of surprise. Jimin went to put his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders but his wrists were pinned back against the wall. Jungkook went down to his neck and bit hard enough to Jimin’s skin to draw tiny bruises.
“I’m going to spank you real good, baby,” Jungkook whispered in his ear.
Jimin arched his back to get closer to Jungkook. Jungkook grabbed his thighs and lifted him up with ease. Jimin kissed his man passionately while Jungkook brought him over to the bed.
“Let’s leave this on,” Jungkook said and he pulled on the dress shirt. “These can go.” He slipped off the panties with some struggle, the band getting caught around Jimin’s ass.
Jimin’s leaking cock begged for attention and Jungkook flipped him over so his feet were on the floor and his belly was against the bed. His cock rubbed roughly against the sheets.
Jimin moaned as Jungkook gripped onto his ass and played with the muscle.
“My baby, you’re so pretty.” Jungkook praised.
Jimin keened, “Daddy, I’ve been good.”
Jungkooks laugh was dark, “No, you have not been.”
A firm slap came to his ass and Jimin moaned out. Jungkook held Jimin down by the back of his neck and alternated slaps on each cheek. The stings made Jimin’s pain and sexual pleasure register screw up, unsure of it. He knew that his cock was bursting at the seems.
“Look at yourself, a wreck from only spankings. Baby doll, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut as he allowed Jungkook to take control of him.
He reached around Jimin’s body and tugged on his cock roughly. Jimin’s moans were so loud he thought for sure the neighbors could hear. Jungkook stared down at Jimin’s reddened skin, his handprint attached. He pulled his hand away from his cock and Jimin whined. Jungkook spread his cheeks apart and placed a firm slam against his hole. Jimin cried out in bliss.
Jungkook demanded, “Stay still.”
Jimin listened, panting against the sheets. He heard the clank of Jungkook’s belt and then his pants his the floor. He assumed the brushing of fabric sound was his dress shirt being thrown off.
Jungkook’s hand traced along Jimin’s spine, against the beautiful arch he had.
Jungkook whispered, “We’re going to try something tonight, baby, is that alright?”
“Yes, daddy,” Jimin answered, his cock hard and begging for release.
Jungkook stepped away and Jimin heard the drawer open. He saw on the bed thrown in front of him was lube and condoms.
He went to ask Jungkook a question but was cut off by his vision being blocked. Jungkook wrapped the black silk blindfold around Jimin’s eyes.
He placed a kiss to his ear and whispered, “The second you tell me to stop I will, okay?”
Jimin begged, “Don’t stop.”
Jungkook smiled and helped Jimin get on the bed fully. He heard the squelch of lube come out of the bottle and was stunned by a finger immediately inside of him.
The dark blindfold made Jimin suspicious as to what Jungkook was doing. After working up to two fingers, Jungkook slipped a condom on.
“I’m fucking you twice tonight.” Jungkook breathed out before he slipped his dick inside Jimin’s hole.
Jimin fussed as Jungkook kept his dick still inside of him.
Jungkook scratched across the muscles of Jimin’s back, “Fuck yourself on my dick, baby.”
Jimin held his body up on his elbows before he started to work himself on Jungkook’s dick. It was slow, his angle not good enough. He slammed back against Jungkook’s hips while Jungkook kept his hands off him.
“Daddy, I want to cum,” Jimin begged, blindfold tight around his eyes.
“Ask nicely.” Jungkook pulled out and flipped him over. Jimin gasped out at the surprise.
“P-Please.” Jimin stuttered.
Jungkook hitched Jimin’s legs over his shoulders and buried his dick back inside Jimin’s body. Jimin moaned.
“Tell the neighbors who you belong to.” Jungkook rammed his dick deep inside of him.
“Daddy. Daddy!” Jimin moaned out before he came across his belly. Jungkook kept his thrusts going until he felt like he was going to cum. As he edged, he pulled out and slipped the condom off. He jerked himself off, skin slapping skin before he came into Jimin’s puddle of white on his abdomen.
Jungkook made Jimin sit up, cum dripping between the two. Jimin shifted as Jungkook set him on his thighs straddling him.
Jungkook swiped two fingers into the cum, “Open up for daddy, baby.”
Jimin opened his mouth and Jungkook slipped his fingers in his lips. Jimin sucked back on his fingers, his tongue wrapping around them skillfully.
Jungkook took more and smeared it against Jimin’s face before he kissed his lips. Jimin felt Jungkook play with his hole again. His middle finger teased the entrance, swirling around. Jimin’s hole puckered around it begging to be entered.
Jungkook pecked his lips one more time before he took Jimin’s blindfold off. Jimin’s eyes were red and irritated from tears of pleasure. Jungkook kissed both of his lids.
He swiped the cum onto his cock.
“What are you doing?” Jimin whispered, his voice completely gone.
Jungkook put their foreheads together as he whispered, “Pushing my cum deeper in you, baby.”
Jimin settled down onto Jungkook’s dick again and it was not as comfortable the first time. It felt nice to have his cock back inside of him. Jimin bounced on his cock while Jungkook thrust up. Jungkook and Jimin were battling it out to see who could overpower the other. Jimin clenched his fingers onto Jungkook’s shoulders begging for a second release already.
“More. More. More .” Jimin demanded, his voice high.
Jungkook and Jimin fucked a little longer before they both finished at the same time. Jimin slumped against Jungkook.
“Jimin,” Jungkook whispered against his neck. “Mina.”
He still got no answer.
“Come back to me, Jimin.” Jungkook kissed his cheek getting Jimin back from the subspace he was in.
Jimin sat up, his eyes half-lidded. He rubbed them and yawned. Jungkook had never seen him more beautiful. His black hair was tousled and he had cum across his abdomen, chest, and on his face.
“Hi.” Jimin smiled before he laid his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. He got off of Jungkook’s cock and got underneath the covers. Jungkook joined him.
“I’m with you, Kookie. You know that I know that right?” Jimin kissed his cheek
“I know...” Jungkook pouted. Jimin held in the comments about how adorable he was, “...I’m jealous.” It was such a turn from how he was minutes ago.
“Aw, baby.” Jimin cooed and he kissed Jungkook’s nose, “Why don’t we get to bed?”
Jungkook latched his lips onto Jimin’s own. Their mouths were gentle and Jimin had chills.
“Fuck, I want to, but I can’t sleep.” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair and laid back to look at the bed canopy, “This new guy, Kai, Jimin. I’ve met him. Fuck, you can’t be there anymore.”
Jimin frowned and set his chin on his chest, “Why not? I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can.” Jungkook said as he rubbed his back, “I just would be able to rest easier knowing you were away from that place.”
“How about you cut the shit and tell me what the hell is really going on?” Jimin’s voice was stern but quiet. It made Jungkook freeze momentarily.
“What?” Jungkook’s voice dropped an octave.
“You heard me. Yoongi said there was gang involvement, Jungkook. Drugs, prostitution, is it true?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook removed his hand from Jimin, “All of it.”
Jimin sat up with his back against the headboard, “What are you apart of?”
“You obviously are. You know something .” Jimin teared up, more out of fear than anything, “What are they planning to do with us?”
“Look, I don’t want you knowing, okay? If you know, you become somewhat responsible.”
“You’re scaring me.” Jimin had a tear escape and he wiped it off his cheek aggressively, “Just tell me.”
Jungkook huffed, “We’re trying to get Kai to step away from the place because he wants to turn it into a hang out for a gang he’s involved with. Kai went through all of the information Minsu had on you, Taemin, the other dancers. He knows that my father had this drug problem that made its way into the club, he knows Minsu would sometimes prostitute dancers who were willing, and so now Kai thinks it’s a good estate for his buddies. Once he found out you were there, fuck…” Jungkook said, “The things Kai said he would do to you, Jimin. You can’t be there anymore.”
Jimin snapped, tears snaking down his face, “Why haven’t the police been involved?”
“Did you not hear me?” Jungkook’s voice was surprisingly leveled, “My father is part of the problem. I know he’s doing it. I’m technically involved by association.”
“No, you’re not!” Jimin scolded, “You’re more in danger than I am!”
“No, you have no idea!” Jungkook snapped back at him. He stood up from the bed, “You do not know the vile and disgusting things that Minsu and Kai want to do with you, Jimin!”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jimin’s voice was small.
Jungkook shut his eyes and rubbed his hands over his face, “I did. I sent Yoongi in after you.”
Jimin gasped, “What? Why? Who the hell did you kick the piss out of?”
“Yoongi.” Jungkook said, “He wasn’t supposed to put his hands on you he was just supposed to convince you to quit. He has an ‘in’ with Minsu and I figured he would rather let Yoongi in with you than me.”
“Why wouldn’t you just tell me at home?” Jimin asked, “I would have taken the warning more seriously if it came from you.”
“Because I’m scared that you're going to get hurt.” Jungkook’s doe eyes welled up with tears, and for the first time in a long time, Jimin saw that young boy. He cried. Jimin got up and wrapped his arms around him.
“It’ll be alright, Kookie,” Jimin reassured, his own tears coming down his face.
“I’m so sorry.” Jungkook sobbed. He pulled away and sniffled, “That’s why Yoongi left Taehyung, Jimin. If Minsu found out Yoongi was double-crossing him, you know damn well that’s who they would go after. He told me to do the same to keep you safe, but I couldn't. I couldn't leave you, Mina.”
“Fuck,” Jimin said under his breath. He rubbed the back of his neck, “Why don’t we sleep, okay? This is a lot to process and my ass hurts.”
Jungkook nodded, crying still. Jimin circled his arms around Jungkook’s waist and pulled him close, not wanting to let go.
Jimin knew one thing that Jungkook did not know.
Mr. Jeon wanted Jungkook to take over and not Kai. Thanks to Minsu’s loudmouth phone conversation, Jimin had a leg up on everyone else.
Which was why he stood outside the front door of the Jeon estate.
He rung the doorbell, the extravagant house (it was a mansion and it made Jimin sick) was white with large pillars and a marble staircase that led to the front door. Jimin felt that he had to douse himself with gold before he could step into the home.
The front door was opened by a woman, and Jungkook and this woman were twins. He knew this was his mother. They both had the big eyes and the wavy, dark hair.
Jimin almost could not speak.
“Can I help you, dear?” The woman asked.
“Y-Yeah.” Jimin cleared his throat, “Is Mr. Jeon home? I’m one of his employees.”
“He’s in a meeting right now, but he should be done soon. Why don’t you come in?” She stepped aside and Jimin went in.
Jungkook would kill him if he found out he was here, but Jimin had to get through to his father.
“What’s your name?” his mother asked him, her smile was kind.
Jimin nervously chewed on the inside of his lip, “Um...I’m-”
Jimin was interrupted by a door off to the side being opened. Jimin wanted to throw up.
Out of the room came Minsu, Mr. Jeon, and a man that Jimin could only assume was Kai.
Kai was handsome with a naturally feminine face. Jimin could tell he used to be a Temptations dancer, Minsu seemed to have a type. His hair was dark, but his eyes were a light brown, close to honey. He looked almost harmless other than that broad muscles underneath the clothes he had on.
“Oh, hello.” Mr. Jeon smiled knowingly, “Good to see you.”
Jimin’s voice was shaken, “H-Hi, I was wondering if you had a moment, Mr. Jeon?”
“Of course. Let me say goodbye, and I will be right with you.” Mr. Jeon lead the other two out of the house. Minsu sneered at Jimin on his way out and Jimin glared back at him.
When Jimin sat down in Mr. Jeon’s office with him, he nearly stumbled over his words, “I don’t think Kai should take over.”
“No?” Mr. Jeon laughed, “Me neither.”
“But,” Jimin tried to find the right words, “I think Jungkook could do a great job. I’m not just saying this because we’re close.”
Mr. Jeon looked unconvinced, his mouth in a tight line. He said, “He’s young.”
“Exactly,” Jimin said. He had no credentials or right to be telling Mr. Jeon how to do his job. However, for Jungkook, he would do what he had to. He explained himself, “Jungkook could clean the place up. He could revamp the place to make it more appealable to people our age. All we have in there right now are old, rich men. The profits would probably skyrocket if Jungkook could switch the vision. He’s a breath of fresh air and people like that.”
Mr. Jeon leaned forward in his chair, his elbows on the desk. Jimin found himself pressing back against his own chair.
Mr. Jeon said, “Have you ever considered politics before?”
“N-No.” Jimin had no idea what that had to do with anything.
“You’re quite persuasive.” Mr. Jeon smiled, “I like it. Intelligent too. Jungkook chose you well.”
“Technically you did. I know it was you that cut my funding and sent Jungkook after me.” Jimin let it slip out and he bit back his bottom lip as soon as it did.
Mr. Jeon chuckled, “Yes, well, we can forget that, right? Jungkook seems to trust you, therefore, so do I.”
“Thank you,” Jimin said.
Mr. Jeon’s office was neat as a pin. He had every picture frame straightened. Jimin’s favorite one, that his eyes drifted to, was Jungkook’s graduation photo. He was skinny with little muscle, big teeth and eyes, and rosy cheeks. Jimin stared fondly at it.
“Because I think you’re persuasive,” Mr. Jeon got up from his desk and strolled over to the window, “and because I trust you, I think you could do something very valuable for Temptations.”
“What is that?” Jimin asked.
Mr. Jeon still stared out the window, “You see, Jimin, I’ve tried to get Kai to cancel the deal, but it’s out of my hands. I cannot get him to quit, he has to decide on his own. No matter what curve I throw at him whether that be the drug problem going on with the employees or Minsu, he still wants it.”
Mr. Jeon turned to face Jimin, and he was no longer the friendly person from before. He could see where Jungkook got the personality switch from. He looked sinister, looming over Jimin like a nightmare.
“I don’t think I’ve thrown the right,” He gave Jimin’s body a once over, “curves at him.”
Jimin felt scrutinized underneath his sight, “What do I have to do with that?”
“You are going to convince Kai to quit when he visits this Saturday.” Mr. Jeon said, “I’ll set up for you to do a performance. You work your magic and then he’ll probably want a private dance with you. That’s when you can tell him why he should quit.”
Jimin sighed and looked away from Mr. Jeon. He said, “I don’t want to be a pawn in this game, Mr. Jeon.”
“In return, I’ll give you what you want then, yes?”
“Fine.” Jimin said and he looked at Mr. Jeon, “You fire Minsu and hire Taemin as the full-time manager.”
“With a raise,” Jimin smirked.
“Whatever you want. Is that all? Nothing for you?” Mr. Jeon was sincere.
Jimin said, “I want to only work weekends again. I haven’t danced much.”
Mr. Jeon shook his head, “No I cannot do that. That was my decision for you. However, I am under the impression you have a dance showcase coming up yes?”
Jimin nodded, slightly frustrated he was still going to be put on the schedule on the weekdays.
“I have a few friends in high places that have connections to entertainment companies, people that create idols, Jimin.”
Jimin’s throat closed up, “W-What?”
“I’ll get a few agents to come and watch you and your friends at the showcase. I’ll put in a good word for you.” Mr. Jeon winked, “If Kai doesn’t hand over the place to my son by the end of that night, you don’t get any of that though. Got it?”
Jimin could cry from nerves and happiness, “I understand, thank you.”
“Alright. Thank you for meeting with me. This has been lovely, Jimin. I’ll see you Saturday.”
Jimin got out of his chair and then got to the door before he skid to a stop, his boots squealed on the floor. He turned, “I’m sorry, you? I thought it was only Kai?”
Mr. Jeon smiled a big fake smile. Jimin was scared of it. The businessman said, “Well, it won’t be just Kai watching you on that small stage. It will be me, some partners...and my boys.”
Jimin’s head lowered, “You didn’t tell me Jungkook would be there.”
“And let’s make sure he doesn’t know our plan, yeah?”
Jimin shoulders dropped, disappointed in himself, “I agree.”
Jimin did tell Jungkook for the most part, but not the deal he stuck with his father.
He was in the bath with Jungkook, his back pressed against Jungkook’s chest. Hot water stung his skin. Jungkook buried his nose into Jimin’s hair while his hands traced patterns on Jimin’s arms.
“Minsu told me today that I have to do an event Saturday. You’ll be there?” Jimin asked as he stared at the faucet.
“Yeah, I will. Kai wants to see everyone perform.” Jungkook said, “You know it’s not too late for you to quit.”
“I’m not quitting,” Jimin said. He wanted to tell Jungkook he was getting the place for him, but he knew Jungkook would be furious with his father. Jimin could not wreck his chances.
“I know. You’re far too stubborn.” Jungkook whispered in his ear before he placed a kiss underneath it.
“What outfit should I wear?” Jimin laid his back against Jungkook’s shoulder.
“I’ll buy you something,” Jungkook said.
“Why?” Jimin turned and faced him. The water sloshed around.
“Because I like spoiling you,” Jungkook said before he pecked Jimin’s lips.
Jimin pouted, “I don’t want you to be my sugar daddy or anything.”
Jungkook adjusted Jimin on his waist, “I’m not. I’m just your ‘daddy’.”
Jimin ground his hips down, “Are you my daddy?”
The taller boy pinched Jimin’s nipple, “Stop it. Asshole.”
Jimin and Jungkook both laughed and Jimin laid his forehead against Jungkook’s shoulder. He almost said it.
He almost told Jungkook he loved him.
Taemin helped drape body jewelry across Jimin’s torso. He secured it in the back for him. Jimin did his makeup while Taemin adjusted the crystals that hung on his body.
“Are your pants tight enough?” Taemin asked before he smacked his ass.
“Fuck off. Jungkook bought them for me.” Jimin pressed his lips together after applying peach lip gloss to them.
The bright lights of the mirror washed out Jimin’s face a bit, either that or he was nervous.
“This is great, where did you get this?” Taemin put a hand on Jimin’s bare shoulder.
“Friend of mine, his name is Jin, used to work here. He had this laying around and I asked to borrow it for tonight.” Jimin said.
Jin and his boyfriend Namjoon were a couple that Jungkook was friends with. They were away on a vacation to Japan, so Jimin had asked Jin if he had anything he could borrow. Jin gave him permission to use the jewelry.
It draped over Jimin’s front, curved at the bottom. It dropped low beneath his collarbone and stopped above his pant line.
“Can I tell you something that you promise to tell nobody else?” Jimin turned around to face Taemin, his back to the mirror.
“What’s wrong, Minnie?” Taemin asked.
“I made a deal with Mr. Jeon.”
Taemin hissed, “Are you fucking stupid?!”
“Shush!” Jimin snapped at him. Taemin slapped his arm.
“I’m gonna get Kai out of the owner’s seat tonight.”
“How?” Taemin asked as he crossed his arms, “Jimin, you’re good, but Kai is set on this place.”
“You’re going to change your mind when I tell you what my reward is if I get Kai to hand it over to Jungkook.” Jimin crossed his arms, the jewels hard against his arm.
“You getting a man that’s richer than my existence won’t change my mind that this is a dumb thing you’re doing.” Taemin rolled his eyes.
“Mr. Jeon will fire Minsu and replace him with you.” Jimin said, “With a raise.”
Taemin was quiet. He threw his arms around Jimin, “You fucking bitch, if you don’t get this-”
“I know, I know!” Jimin said, careful to not brush his foundation off on Taemin’s black shirt, “I knew you deserved it. Plus, he’s going to refer some entertainment companies to me. I really cannot fuck this up.”
“Jimin, you have this thing about you.” Taemin put his hands on Jimin’s shoulders, “You’re fucking magic on stage it’s insane. Just be sure to make eye contact with Kai. Delete Jungkook from your memory for two minutes to play this up, okay? I don’t know what you have planned but use your strengths. You’re flexible, you’re pretty, and you’re a badass.”
“Thank you. I know you’re only saying those things because I’m about to get you a promotion if I pull this off.” Jimin laughed at Taemin’s wink.
“I love you, I really do.” Taemin slung an arm around Jimin’s shoulder, “But you’re not wrong. Just do the one thing you can do better than everyone else.”
Jimin got to the performance stage. It was quiet in the club other than the first few beats of his song. Jimin felt good in his skin, confident. He exuded this star quality when he danced, but tonight he had to change his tune. He had to believe that he was sexy and needy. He saw Kai sat at one of the front tables, in between Minsu and Mr. Jeon. Jungkook and his brother sat at the same table. A few tables were filled up close to them, all men. Jimin rolled his shoulders back before the low light hit the small stage.
His back was to the audience and when he felt the heat from the light on his back he dropped his right shoulder to look over it.
Jimin took everything Taemin told him to do. He hit some flexible points in his performance, including a drop split that had some people gasp. He laid with his back on the floor, hair fanned out and lips parted. The song built as Jimin arched his back up and dragged his palm across the jewelry on his front and down to his cock. He tried to give them pretty and easy, but that was not Jimin’s usual. He got a couple of whistles when he did a section on all fours, grinding into the stage floor.
The one thing he did not do that Taemin suggested, was to direct his performance at Kai. He wanted it to be natural and not artificial. The persona he would have to construct for Kai was not something he wanted to do.
Jimin locked his eyes on Jungkook from the moment he turned around and did not break away once.
Jungkook watched Jimin, his teeth pulling back his bottom lip. His lips pursed at one point and he shifted in his seat. He had this smug smirk on his face as if he thought ‘ that’s my man ’.
Jimin’s song ended and smiled out of relief. The applause from the businessmen staring at him made his smile drop when he realized that he had to get Kai alone.
Before he got off stage, he shot a wink in Kai’s direction. He walked off, swinging his hips more than normal. The second he stepped off, Taemin grabbed him.
“That was hot.” Taemin brought him to the back hallway.
Jimin felt Jungkook’s eyes hard on him.
“I know,” Jimin said. Taemin chuckled.
“At least you’re humble.” His voice seeped with sarcasm.
Taemin unhooked the jewelry on his back while Jimin down a water bottle given to him by one of the other employees. He ran his fingers back through his hair.
“Do you think it worked?” Jimin asked, clearly out of breath.
“Considering the fact that your boyfriend looked like he was about to go on stage and fuck you, I can only imagine what was going through everyone else’s heads,” Taemin said as he set the jewelry on Jimin’s vanity he had claimed for the night.
Jimin had barely sat down on one of the sofas in the dressing room when Kai poked his head in.
Jimin nearly fell off his chair. The man stood right in front of him and his lips were moving but Jimin could not register what he was saying. He was so stunned that he actually got Kai to talk with him.
“Oh,” Jimin cleared his throat, “sorry. I’m a little tired.”
“That’s alright. I said I’m Kai and you are?”
Taemin shook his head and put a finger to his own lips.
Jimin’s eyes diverted from Taemin back to Kai, “Uh, that’s not important.”
“A man of mystery. I like it. I remember you from the Jeon’s house.” Kai smiled.
Jimin was angry that he was a good looking man that seemed nice. It made this harder. He did not seem to be violent or evil. Jimin thought maybe Mr. Jeon was the evil one here.
In the end, Jungkook was Jimin’s priority, not Mr. Jeon or Kai. Jungkook needed Temptations before people got hurt.
Jimin stood up, “I try.”
Kai whispered to him, “Why don’t we go somewhere private?”
“Okay,” Jimin said, surprisingly more comfortable than he thought he would be.
His mind jostled with ideas. He could use his sex appeal, but Jimin felt like that was a cheap shot. He was not some low whore trying to make a quick buck. His goal was to finalize a business deal. His situation is not making it easier.
The private room in the back made Jimin’s skin crawl as he heard door latch shut. Kai grabbed Jimin’s wrist and lead him to the couch.
“Why don’t you sit on my lap?” Kai asked Jimin, but his tone led Jimin to believe it was a demand.
Jimin shook his head, “No.”
Kai’s eyes widened, “No?” He smirked, “Oh, do you have something planned?”
“No, what you saw on stage is what you get.” Jimin said, “You’re not taking this place from Jeon’s.”
Kai rolled his eyes, “Please, the Jeon family is a group of leeches.”
“How so?” Jimin asked curiously.
Kai stared at Jimin who stood in front of him, shirtless and his jeans looked painted on his legs.
“Do you know that Mr. Jeon embezzled funds from here, from you whores, to fix his son’s drug problem?”
Jimin shook his head, “I didn’t know that...which son?”
“The oldest.” Kai said, “Does it matter?”
Jimin quickly said, “No! No it doesn’t.”
Kai smirked, “I think I know what’s going on here.” He stood up and Jimin stepped back. He said, “You’re Minnie, aren’t you? I can see it in your face. Minsu described you.”
Jimin’s stomach was upset, “I don’t know what you mean by that.”
Kai snatched Jimin’s chin in his hands, “C’mon, just tell me what you want from me?”
“The property.” Jimin said through grit teeth, “Give it to Jungkook.”
“Why? Why should I hand it over?” Kai asked, jarring Jimin’s chin aside before he dropped his hand.
“Because if you don’t, I will ruin you.” Jimin threatened. He was not physically intimidating compared to Kai, but his glare was sharp. “I hear you’re involved with some tough people. It would be a shame if the police found out, wouldn’t it?”
“You could say the same for Mr. Jeon.”
“I owe Mr. Jeon nothing. I’m here for Jungkook.” Jimin’s skin felt cold when he realized he was losing this battle.
Kai got close to Jimin, “Are you saying that if I don’t turn down the deal, that you will turn me into the police?”
“Yes.” Jimin was breathless.
Jimin’s face twisted with a prompt slap to his cheek. Jimin faltered back onto the floor and let out a whimper.
“You gonna struggle at all, babe?” Kai nudged Jimin’s leg with his foot.
Jimin propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Kai leaned down to him.
“Nothing to say?” Kai asked. He ran a thumb across Jimin’s cheekbone, “Fuck you’re so pretty though.”
Jimin pulled his face away, his lips pouted, “I-I…”
“You what?” Kai got closer.
Jimin whispered in his ear, “I have a black belt. I would choose your next action very carefully.”
Kai snorted, “Sure.”
Jimin swung one punch at Kai and it was enough for him to lay out on the ground. Jimin stood above him with a foot on his chest.
“You’re giving the company over. Tonight.” Jimin demanded.
Kai put his hands up in defense, “Fine! Fine! Shit, all of this for a damn strip club?”
“Fuck you. This is where I work.” Jimin said, “I take a lot of pride in my work.”
To say Jungkook was mad was a slight understatement. Kai had come out of the private room, left to the back office, grabbed the papers, and had Jungkook sign. Jungkook had this expression that muddled angry and thankful.
Jimin stood in front of him when they got home that night and he understood Jungkook’s frustrations.
“Why did you do that?! You know damn well my father is a horrible man! Why did you make a deal with him? Do you know what he would do to you, Jimin, if you hadn’t gotten the property?” Jungkook was desperate for an answer.
“Jungkook, I know. It was dumb, but I did it.” Jimin cupped Jungkook’s face in his hands, “You’re the owner. We did it.”
Jungkook rubbed his lips together, “Thank you. I really am thankful that you did this for me. Next time, tell me.”
“Okay, and next time tell me things and not use Yoongi as a messenger.”
“Deal.” Jungkook smiled, “From now on, we stay open with each other. Anything you want to say?”
Jimin laughed as he went through his dresser to find a sweater, “Yeah, sure, I’m really good at math.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, “I can sing.”
Jimin whipped around, pink sweater in hand, “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me.” Jungkook winked.
Jimin stuck his tongue, “I’d have to hear it to believe it.” He stripped off his shirt, “I have a mole on my foot.”
“I knew that already.” Jungkook said, “I dated girls up until I met you.”
“I’ve only dated one boy before you.”
“I took dance when I was younger, but my father made me quit.”
“Really?” Jimin asked as he took his pants off.
“Yeah. I wanted to be an idol.” Jungkook said, “Looks like you might be one soon.”
Jimin beamed, “We don’t know that, Kookie.” He laid his front down on the bed, bare legs exposed.
Jungkook placed his palm on the back of Jimin’s thigh as the latter tucked his arms under his pillow where his head laid sideways.
Jungkook’s thumbs worked at the tense muscles on Jimin’s legs.
Jimin’s eyes shut, “I actually hated you when we first met.”
“Doesn’t surprise me,” Jungkook said as he stroked the sore muscles of Jimin’s calves.
Jimin waited for Jungkook to speak, but he said nothing, “Anything more from you?”
Jungkook was quiet. Jimin felt his fingers stall on his skin, but then they picked up moments later. Jimin enjoyed the sensation of Jungkook working on his legs with strong hands. Jimin’s eyes opened again when Jungkook’s hands disappeared. He took off his own shirt and pants, left in his boxers. Jimin enjoyed the view with a lazy smile.
Jungkook rolled Jimin onto his back and kissed the middle of his chest.
“I have one more.” Jungkook paled.
“What?” Jimin asked, his smile faltering.
“I love you.” Jungkook said, “More than anything else in this life.”
Jimin’s lips parted to say something but he was so stunned all he could do was tell himself to breathe.
Jungkook spoke, “You make me want to love life. God damn it, Jimin, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I knew I loved you from the moment you were in that bathtub at Namjoon’s. I realized how awful it was going to feel when I had to pull away and watch you go. I can’t help but feel like we’re soulmates. Everytime you so much as smile, I fucking lose it.”
Jimin pushed off the bed and kissed Jungkook in a hurry. He pushed him back against the bed, his legs wrapped up in Jungkook’s as they laid chest to chest.
“I love you too.” Jimin whispered against Jungkook’s mouth, “So much.”
They kissed again.
Jungkook took Jimin’s sweatshirt off of him and threw it to the side leaving him exposed.
“Jimin, I can see it now,” Jungkook said as he sat up, his breath hitting Jimin’s lips. The two surged together, Jimin’s hands in Jungkook’s hair and Jungkook’s palms flat on Jimin’s ass. “I can see us settling you know? Taking on life together. Married even, fuck.” Jungkook nipped on Jimin’s neck, down to his collarbone.
“Jungkook, fuck me, please.”
“Baby, we’re not fucking tonight.” Jungkook pecked his lips and he lowered him back down against the pillows, “We’re making love.”
The red neon grocery store sign had a flickering light that made Taehyung’s head spin. The parking lot was abandoned, only a few cars around for shopping at midnight.
The hood of Hoseok’s car was a tight squeeze for him, Jimin, and Hoseok.
Hoseok had a family size pack of skittles in his hand that made its way around the three boys.
Tae’s legs hurt, his spine was sore, and the ache in his feet felt like dull nails were pushed into random spots whenever he put pressure on them. Their showcase earlier that night was phenomenal. The three nailed what they had for choreography. Even though Tae loved dance, he still felt like he forced his energy for the stage that night. Hoseok was flawless as usual and Jimin was nervous. He nearly broke down backstage, the fear of the agents in the crowd gave him unwanted pressure. Luckily, Hoseok and Tae had convinced him to go through the performance and he was almost perfect on stage.
Tae would be lying if he said Yoongi not being in the crowd disappointed him. The ex-boyfriend was on his mind a lot recently. When he walked through town his left hand felt empty; usually Yoongi held it. His dreams had Yoongi in thm. He could not forget him no matter how drunk he was or how much he danced.
Hoseok got off the car. His feet tapped on asphalt. The vibrant red in his hair had faded, making it more auburn. He had his hood over his head from his grey sweatshirt that said ‘Movement Dance Academy’ on the front of it. Tae liked his hair color on him, the fiery color matched his personality.
Hoseok tossed the open bag of candy to Jimin who failed to catch it. Skittles clattered against the hood of the car.
“Hobi!” Jimin whined.
Hoseok laughed, hands braced on his knees. He wheezed, “You were supposed to catch it!”
Tae laughed as well, the action distracting him from his heartache.
A gentleman walked by and grabbed a stray grocery cart. Tae saw him look at the boys and rolled his eyes to the side. He could smell the cigarette smoke off the man from where he sat. Memories of kissing Yoongi came back and Tae teared up.
Hoseok frowned, “Tae, it’s okay. I can get more candy.”
Tae smiled despite his watery eyes, “No, I’m alright. I miss him is all.”
He did not have to clarify who “him” was. The boys knew at this point that Tae was still in deep. The breakup ended abruptly and out of nowhere.
“I still don’t know why he did it.” Tae sniffled. He brought his knees to his chest and placed his arms across them. He rested his chin on his jacket covered arms.
Jimin shifted on the hood.
“Do you know?” Hoseok asked Jimin.
Jimin eyes widened for a brief moment as if recollecting his thoughts on the matter. He said, “Well,” he paused, “I do know that he got wrapped up in something bad and didn’t want you involved.”
“Wait, what?” Tae looked to the side at Jimin, “What do you mean?”
Jimin shrugged, but then he followed it up with, “He owed Jungkook’s father a favor and that he got involved with some bad stuff for a while. He broke up with you to make sure you were safe.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Tae got off the car and his eyes narrowed in on Jimin, “You’re my friend.”
“I know! I know…” Jimin covered his face with his hands and then put them down, “I thought he would have told you by now.”
“What was it he did?” Hoseok asked.
Tae ignored his feet screaming at him to sit down.
Jimin said, “He got some information for Mr. Jeon. It was intense stuff and if it got back to him they would probably go after Tae. That’s why he left you.”
“That’s it?” Tae pursed his lips. There was hope in his mind that Yoongi only left him for this reason. Not to be a dick, but to protect him.
“Yeah, from what I hear.” Jimin said.
Tae pulled his jacket tighter around himself. He looked at the ground, spaced out until Jimin’s phone rang.
He answered, “Hello?...Hey, Kook...Yeah, I am.” Jimin hopped off the hood, his eyes wide, “ What?! ”
“What happened?” Hoseok asked as he grabbed Jimin’s shoulder.
Jimin’s smile was wide on his face, cheeks pushing his eyes shut, “Namjoon proposed to Jin!”
“Holy fuck!” Tae’s traditional box styled grin was back on his face.
“Right now?” Jimin said into the phone, “Okay, we’ll be there.”
“Where? Don’t make plans for me.” Hoseok shoved him.
“I love you too, bye.” Jimin hung up and he said, “Namjoon and Jin are doing an impromptu engagement party. Let’s go.”
“Why? It’s midnight?” Hoseok asked.
“Because there will be booze there and lots of it.” Jimin winked as he made his way towards the car door, “C’mon!”
Needless to say, word of the engagement spread quick. Tae knew the two had been together for a while and he was happy for them.
The only reason he could not put a smile on his face at the party for them was in the form of a man with newly dyed black hair, a stoic face, and pretty eyes.
Yoongi had watched Tae walk into the party with Jimin and Hoseok.
Tae saw Yoongi stare at him, drawing him away from a conversation another boy was having with him.
Tae nudged Jimin, “Fuck, Yoongi’s here.”
“Well, yeah, Tae.” Jimin said, “Let’s go in the kitchen to see what there is for drinks.”
Tae was happy the apartment was big. He loved people, but he was not in the mood to be shoulder to shoulder. Jin was popular, so it was no surprise that there was an overabundance of people at the place showing their excitement for the lovebirds.
The kitchen was cozy with an island counter in the middle with red solo cups, jello shots, wine bottles, vodka bottles, beer cans, and more.
“Jimin, I’ll cut you off once you can’t stand up straight.” Hoseok teased.
“Fuck off!” Jimin smacked his shoulder as he laughed.
Tae grabbed three glass shot glasses that sat on the counter like handouts.
“You’re not putting straight vodka in that, it’s going to taste like nail polish remover.” Hoseok made a face.
“I’ll do it.” Jimin smirked.
“Hoseok is a wuss.” Taehyung said, loud enough for Hoseok to hear and for a few people in the kitchen to turn.
Jimin laughed and leaned against the counter as he did so. Hoseok huffed.
“Fine!” he said as Tae poured out the vodka in double shot glasses. “What are you doing?!” Hoseok panicked, “We’re going to die.”
“It’s two shots in one. You’ll be fine.” Taehyung laughed.
The three boys swung their heads back and Tae found out that Hoseok was right. It tasted like acetone as it ran down the back of his throat. His mouth was on fire.
“Ow.” Jimin said before he coughed.
“Easy, tiger.” A suave voice said from the kitchen’s archway.
Jimin perked up and Tae saw hands place themselves on Jimin’s hips.
“Hey, daddy.” Jimin greeted, a blush on his cheeks.
Tae smiled at them, almost jealous but not quite.
“I’m going to hang out with Tae and Hoseok tonight if that’s alright? Tae’s sad.” Jimin said to Jungkook.
Jungkook’s back hug loosened on Jimin, “Of course. Everything okay?”
Tae gave Jimin the middle finger, “I’m fine.”
Jimin grabbed his finger, “Sure you are.”
Jungkook chuckled, “Well, lovely job tonight guys. I’m going to find the newly engaged couple.” He kissed Jimin’s cheek, “I’ll find you again tonight is that alright?”
“I don’t mind.” Jimin leaned back against the counter.
Jungkook winked before he left the kitchen.
Tae saw through the archway Yoongi and that boy from earlier ridiculously close to each other. The other boy laughed at something Yoongi said, almost too loud.
“I want to get drunk right now.” Tae admitted.
“Done. Let’s go.” Jimin challenged as he reached for another random bottle.
Almost two hours later and the party had come unglued. The only sober ones there were Namjoon, Jungkook, and Hoseok who had only stuck to the two shots from earlier so he could drive Tae home.
Jimin was a giggling mess, his head laid on Tae’s shoulder as Tae made him laugh.
Hoseok grabbed the beer can from Tae, “I’m cutting you off.”
“No!” Tae laughed, “That’s mine!”
Hoseok took a sip from the can, “Ew, this tastes like ass. How are you drinking this?”
“How do you know what ass tastes like?” Jimin laughed as he stood up. He nearly fell over but Hoseok caught his arm.
“You don’t know my life, Park Jimin.” Hoseok hip checked him.
Jimin was cheery, “No, but we are friends. Have you eaten ass before?”
“No, have you?”
“I have.” Tae said, “It’s lovely.” He stuck his tongue all the way out and licked up.
“Gross!” Jimin teased and he pulled on Tae’s arm to get him up.
He ended up falling forward onto Tae’s body. The two boys laughed as Jimin slumped to the side, squeezed between Tae and the armrest of the couch.
“You three enjoying yourselves?” a voice asked.
Tae hoped it was someone in their friend group, but nope. It was that boy that talked to Yoongi earlier. Tae’s blood boiled.
“I was.” Tae blurted out. He was too honest when he was drunk.
Jimin had a faded smile on his face, “I am! We’re talking about eating ass.”
Tae and Jimin laughed again and Hoseok’s shoulders slumped.
“I’m getting water for you two.” Hoseok said.
The boy sat on the coffee table, his knees against Jimin’s. Tae eyed him suspiciously. He was drunk, but not that drunk. He could sense when something was off.
“What are you two cuties doing here?” the mystery man asked.
Tae rubbed his eyes, hoping he would sober up in the next two minutes, “Celebrating love.”
“That’s poetic.” the man said, “I’m Jae. I just moved here. I met Namjoon through my job.”
“What do you do?” Tae asked. He was not curious but his drunk brain was under the impression that every person here was suddenly a new friend.
“I work at the jewelry shop where he got Jin’s ring. He had been coming in for a while to see what we had.” Jae said.
He had bleached hair and tan skin. He had nice eyes that were naturally wide with shaped brows. He was muscular, he looked like he could bench Tae.
“We have similar names that’s cool!” Tae said. He had no idea what he was saying or why he said it.
Jae laughed, “What is it?”
“Well, it’s Taehyung but everyone calls me Tae.” he said.
Jae’s eyes shifted to Jimin who had this permanent smirk on his face. Jimin was a giggly drunk and Tae liked to watch him when he was sober. He was amusing.
“What about you, sexy?” Jae asked as he tapped his knee.
Tae quirked a brow up.
“Jimin.” he said, a sweet drip to his voice that came from his natural charisma.
Tae stood up and stretched his back, “Come on, Jimin, let’s find Hobi.”
“My legs hurt.” Jimin pouted.
Before Tae could sit back down, Jae sat next to Jimin. His arm went on the back of the couch behind Jimin’s head.
Tae knew he should not leave the situation. He stayed standing despite the dizziness that formed in front of his head.
“You should come with me.” Tae stuck his hand.
“I’ll keep an eye on him.” Jae said, his eyes trailed up Jimin like he was a prize to be won.
Tae gripped Jimin’s hands and yanked him up.
Jae smiled, “He’ll be fine.”
Tae had a grip on Jimin’s hands still, and he battled with himself. Namjoon picked his friends carefully. He was not one to throw around the friendship card easy. If he invited Jae, he was trustworthy.
Tae said, “Fine, but don’t be weird to him. He’s got a boyfriend.”
Jae’s eyebrows shot up, “Oh, my mistake.”
“Yeah.” Tae helped Jimin sit on the couch, “Stay right here, I’m going to get Hoseok.”
Tae left the noise of the living room where music blared and people were yelling over the noise.
He made his way to the kitchen and found Hoseok filling up two cups of water while Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook all talked to each other.
“Tae!” Jin was drunk too. It was apparent by the way he hugged him, because Jin never hugged Tae.
“Hi. I need Hobi.” Tae said.
“I got yours and Jimin’s waters.” Hoseok said, two red solo cups in his hands. Tae grabbed his and Jimin’s waters.
“Hey, Yoongi.” Tae said. Fuck.
Yoongi had a grip on the counter. He gave Tae a fond smile, “Hey, handsome.”
Tae was unsure if he was hot because he was drunk or because Yoongi was hot. He decided on both before he left the kitchen.
Jae and Jimin were exactly how Tae left them which made him happy. Jae even moved over away from Jimin.
Jimin’s black tank top had a strap that fell off of his shoulder. His glowing skin was gorgeous with his black hair. Tae knew Jimin was a pretty boy with nice lips and he had a hard time speaking to him consciously. It was not because he had a crush on Jimin, although he was convinced everyone had a tiny one on him. Jimin had this aura that made people want to be around him and it made Tae envious of his draw that he had.
“Here you go.” Tae tripped a little as water sloshed over the side. Water got onto Jimin’s denim pants.
Jimin jumped up, “Ah!”
“Chim, I’m sorry.” Tae frowned.
Jimin kissed Tae’s cheek, “It’s okay. You’re lucky I like you.”
“Here, I’ll get you more.” Jae grabbed Tae’s cup from his hand and went back towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Namjoon had his chin on Jin’s shoulder while Jungkook talked about the new store he just opened up on main street in the city.
“Are you selling good clothes?” Yoongi asked as he leaned against Jungkook.
Jungkook wrapped a friendly arm around Yoongi who had trouble standing up straight. “It’s a tuxedo store, Yoongi.”
“Oh! So, yes?” Yoongi said.
Namjoon laughed, “I forgot how talkative you are when you’re drunk. It’s funny.”
Yoongi reached over and hit Namjoon on the arm.
Jae walked in with a cup and filled it up with water from the tap.
“Hey!” Namjoon smiled, “Guys, this is the jeweler who set me up with Jin’s ring.”
“Oh, I see.” Jungkook said.
“Hi, I’m Jae.” He waved with his free hand, cup still being filled up.
Yoongi whispered to Jungkook, “He’s cute but not as cute as Taehyung.”
Jungkook hugged Yoongi, “You should talk to Tae.”
“No.” Yoongi deadpanned.
“Tae?” Jae asked, “That’s who I’m hanging out with right now.”
“Lovely.” Yoongi’s tone switched from talkative to defensive in a second.
Jungkook noticed it and gave Jae a sympathetic smile.
Jae set the drink in front of him and reached in his pocket.
Yoongi huffed, “Fuck it. I’m going to talk to him.”
Jungkook looked at Yoongi and let him go, “Really?”
“Yeah. I’m regretting the decision already.”
Jae turned with the drink in his hand, “You can come with me. I had to get Jimin a new water since Tae spilled his on him.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes, “Jimin couldn’t do it himself?”
“I was just being nice.” Jae looked almost offended.
“Down, dog.” Jin snorted at Jungkook.
Jungkook leaned back against the counter, his boyfriend instinct clawing his stomach. He ignored it, “Okay.”
Jae left the kitchen and Yoongi was on his heels.
Jungkook said to Namjoon, his eyes not tearing away from Jae’s back, “He’s a good guy, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. Jae’s great.” Namjoon echoed.
Tae saw Jae come back with Jimin’s water with Yoongi next to him. Tae had escape routes planned in his mind if this happened, but Tae was no longer in a sound mind and Yoongi looked so good in all black.
“H-Hey.” Tae smiled.
“Hi.” Yoongi was close to Tae’s body.
Tae felt the heat exchange between their two bodies and Tae wanted to kiss him so badly.
“I miss you.” Tae pouted.
Yoongi put hand on Tae’s jaw and leaned up to kiss him. The sudden lip lock was unexpected to Tae. If he had been sober, he would have pushed him off and made them talk through it before they kissed. However, Tae loved to live in the moment and this was a moment he wanted to stay in. Yoongi was drunk and vulnerable so he would stick to the wet kisses they were sharing.
Their lips were stacked and Tae could feel his lips swell as the kisses got rougher. Tae set his hands on Yoongi’s hips and Yoongi carded his fingers through Tae’s hair.
“Fuck.” Yoongi swore against Tae’s mouth as the two made out in the middle of the living room. No one cared.
“I should’ve kissed you more when we were together.” Tae whispered before he slipped his tongue between Yoongi’s lips.
Tae felt like he floated on air as he kissed Yoongi. His lips were velvety and addicting. Their kisses slowed down and Tae pulled away to pepper kisses down the pale column of Yoongi’s neck.
The two locked their lips again and Yoongi bit down and pulled on Tae’s bottom lip. Tae moaned and kept on kissing him.
Yoongi went to pull off of Tae to kiss his neck, but when he did he saw over his shoulder an empty couch.
“Where the fuck is Jimin?” Yoongi asked.
Tae whipped around too fast, the room spun, “Fuck.” He put a hand on his head.
Yoongi looked around the room, “He was just here with that guy.”
“Uh oh.” Realization dawned over Tae, “We have to find him. I think that son of a bitch took him.”
Yoongi and Tae stumbled out of the living room and down the hall. The bathroom door was open and a couple was having sex against the counter. Tae tore his eyes away quickly, wishing him and Yoongi were in the space to do that again.
Namjoon and Jin’s bedroom was empty.
The guest bedroom door was locked.
“Fuck…” Tae rubbed his eyes.
Yoongi banged on the door, “Open up!”
He held himself up with his hand on the doorframe.
The door opened a crack and Jae poked his head out, “Hey.”
“Where’s your shirt?” Tae pointed out.
Jae looked down, “Oh, I’m just changing in here.”
“Is Jimin in here with you?” Yoongi asked. He went to step in the room but Jae blocked him.
“No, he’s not.” Jae said, “He’s in the kitchen I think with the other boys.”
“Oh, okay.” Yoongi grabbed Tae’s waist and lead them down the hallway.
“I don’t feel so good.” Tae held his stomach. It was not because of the alcohol he knew. He had this guilty feeling and a bad vibe that made him get goosebumps.
Yoongi and Tae entered the kitchen and saw no Jimin.
“Oh, hey, boys.” Jin waved, “Your lips look so red.”
Yoongi stuck his tongue out before he asked, “Has Jimin been in here?”
“Nope, Jae said he was with you.” Namjoon said and he pointed at Tae.
“Well he was. I only turned around for a minute.” Tae put a hand on his forehead.
“It happens.” Jungkook said as he returned back to his conversation with Namjoon.
“So, Jimin was never in here.” Yoongi said, his voice edged on dangerous.
Hoseok shook his head, “Jimin hasn’t been in here, no.”
“That sack of shit.” Yoongi curled his fists up and Tae ran from the kitchen to the hallway.
Hoseok asked, “What’s wrong?”
“That dumbass friend you brought here!” Yoongi yelled at Namjoon, “I told you he roofied my drink and you said I was paranoid!”
“I don’t think he would do something like that, Yoongi.”
“He literally put something in it I watched him. He probably did the same to Jimin.” Yoongi left the kitchen.
“What?” Hoseok asked.
The boys all made it to the hallway where Tae wiggled the door knob, “Jimin?!”
Namjoon banged on the door, “Jimin!”
Tae put his ear to the door and he was lucky the wood on the door was thin. He heard Jimin whimper and the bed creak.
“Fuck!” Tae shouldered the door. Jin tried to help but the two were drunk off their asses and could barely walk in a straight line let alone break a door down.
“Move.” Jungkook brushed Tae aside and he kicked the door twice and it flew open.
Jae was shirtless, and Jimin’s tank top was ripped at the hem, his belt undone and tossed aside. His pants almost off of his hips.
Jungkook grabbed Jae by the throat and pushed him against the wall, “We’re going to talk outside.” Jungkook dragged him out of the room and Yoongi followed him.
Namjoon left to go to his room.
Hoseok helped Jimin sit up. Jimin was crying and he could barely stay awake.
“My stomach hurts.” Jimin laid his head on Hoseok’s shoulder.
Jin held Jimin’s hand.
Tae teared up, “Jimin, I’m so sorry. This is my fault.”
“No.” Hoseok shook his head, “No it’s not.”
Jimin shut his eyes, tears still fell down his face. Tae saw some drip off onto his shirt.
Namjoon came in and handed Jimin a flannel of his, “Did he hurt you?”
Jimin shook his head, “No. He kissed me though and gave me this.” He pointed to a dark hickey on his collarbone.
Namjoon frowned, “Let’s get you to bed.”
“Joon, he should probably, you know…” Jin frowned.
“No, he won’t need to throw up. He’ll be fine. Let me get you water so you can sleep okay?”
“W-Where’s Jungkook?” Jimin’s voice was slurred and the fatigue was apparent in his body language. He was limp all over.
“He’s busy.” Namjoon said, “Why don’t you guys step out and Jin can help Jimin get to sleep.”
Tae did not remember when he fell asleep on the couch, but he woke up to Yoongi over him. Yoongi had a long cut on his cheek with dried blood around it. His nose bled and his lip was split. His knuckles were swollen.
“What the hell, Yoongi?” Tae sat up and rubbed his eyes. The sleep helped him sober up more, although he still felt that buzz sensation in his head.
“Sorry, I’m gonna clean up in the bathroom. I figured I would say goodnight.”
The apartment was empty now, garbage everywhere. The music was off but the lights were left on.
Tae heard the front door slam shut and he looked up to see Jungkook.
He looked like a feral animal. His shoulders were set back in this assertive dominance stance. He had more blood on his knuckles than Yoongi did. His nose also had dried blood around it. He had a black eye start to form as well.
“Put up a good fight?” Tae asked.
“He could barely move when we were done.” Jungkook took his jacket off and tossed it on the chair in the living room.
Jungkook pushed a hand through his hair, “Is-”
“He’s asleep.” Tae said, “Jin stayed with him until he did, I assume anyways. I fell asleep pretty quick.”
“Okay.” Jungkook left the living room and went straight for the guest bedroom.
Tae looked up at Yoongi and he pulled him down on top of him. Yoongi laid his head on Tae’s chest and Tae enjoyed the weight on top of him.
Jungkook stroked Jimin’s hair back from his forehead.
“You smell like blood.” Jimin murmured, his eyes shut.
Jungkook stripped off his shirt. His adrenaline coursed through his veins as he attempted to come back down from a violence high. He stripped down and got under the covers to spoon Jimin. His hand traced over the smooth skin of his thigh.
“Are you alright?” Jungkook whispered against his neck.
Jimin struggled to answer, fatigue consuming him. His voice was thick with sleep, “I think I am.”
Jungkook kissed his temple before he pulled Jimin’s back close to him. He pressed his lips against the back of his neck.
“You are so loved you know that?”
“I don’t, but I’m glad I have you to remind me.”
Two days later, Tae had pushed the memories of that night away from him. He should have never kissed Yoongi or fell asleep with him.
In the locker room after ballet, Tae slipped on a sweatshirt over his sweaty body.
Jimin zipped up his bag and asked, “So, are you Yoongi together again?”
“No.” Tae said too quick, “I think that’s all that could happen between us. I don’t want to get hurt again you know?”
“I don’t think he would hurt you again.” Hoseok said as he put a baseball cap on his head.
“No, but it’s complicated.” Tae said, “I can’t explain it.”
The locker room door opened and one of the ballet instructors stuck his head in.
He said, “Jimin, can I talk to you out front for a moment?”
Jimin nodded, “Of course.”
The locker room door shut and Tae smirked, “What’s that about? Maybe a job offer?”
“As much as I would love to teach my current job is pretty good right now.”
“Yeah, what’s it like sleeping with your boss?” Hoseok teased.
Jimin grinned, “Good. Sex on his desk is the best thing so far.”
Tae whistled, “That’s hot. Now go talk and then tell me what he says.”
Jimin laughed as he waved the boys goodbye and left the locker room.
Outside was raining so Tae put the hood up on his sweatshirt. The rain pelted the sidewalk like wet bullets. Puddles formed in deep set cracks on the sidewalk.
“Tae.” A familiar voice said.
Tae saw Yoongi shivering in his sweater he had on, his hair damp.
“Holy fuck, why didn’t you come inside?” Tae reached out to hug him, his instincts telling him to warm him up, but he stopped himself. It was not his job anymore to care for him.
“I waited for you. Like the good old days.” Yoongi laughed nervously. “I want to get back with you. I miss you so much and I know you miss me.”
Tae shook his head, “No. I know what happened the other night was confusing but we were both drunk okay?”
“Taehyung, please, I love you.”
The words alone made Tae snap, “Yoongi, stop!”
Hoseok watched him with worried eyes.
Yoongi blinked, unaffected externally.
“I can’t handle this anymore.” Tae frowned. He refused to make eye contact with the smaller man in front of him. He said, “And it sucks because I love you too. I would never hurt you the way you hurt me. It won’t happen again either, you hurting me. You know why?” Tae teared up, lips quivering, “I won’t let you close enough to hurt me. You blew it! The other night meant nothing to me.”
Yoongi cracked and let out a broken cry, “I-I’m sorry, Tae.”
His heart was shattered like glass thrown onto tar.
“I want you back.” Yoongi covered his mouth to hide his sob.
The rain around them deafened their ears. It was loud as it hit the sidewalk.
“Min Yoongi,” Tae reached out and clutched his hand. The cold rings reminded Tae of whose hand he used to hold, “You’re unstable. I needed you. You cut me out like I was nothing. And for what? Jungkook? His father?”
He kept his grip on Yoongi’s cold hands.
“I wanted you safe.” Yoongi said.
“Jimin was in more danger than me from what I hear and Jungkook did not leave him. That’s what you do. You stick together when there’s something tearing you apart.” Tae pulled his hand away, “I love you. I really do.”
“I love you too.” Yoongi cried.
“One chance.” Tae said. Hoseok and Yoongi both smiled. Tae continued with a stern voice, “If you so much as fuck up once, we’re done. Got it?”
Yoongi closed the space between them. The two were both crying now as they kissed passionately in the rain. The two were drenched in rain water and Tae knew they were bound to get colds.
That night Tae got a phone call from Jimin. Yoongi had his head in Tae’s lap.
“Hello?” Tae answered.
Jimin sniffled, “T-Tae, I have some news.”
“What’s the matter?” Tae asked. Yoongi paused the show on Netflix they were watching.
Jimin said, “You can’t tell anyone. Fuck’s sake, I haven’t even told Jungkook yet. I don’t know how.” He broke in to a small sob.
“Take a deep breath. What happened?”
“Remember how Mr. Jeon called a few people from those entertainment companies to come watch the performance?”
Tae stilled for a moment, “Y-Yeah.”
“I got scouted. One of them wants me to go train.”
Tae shot up from the couch, “Jimin, holy shit! That’s amazing!”
“It’s amazing, but I have to move six hours away from all of you.” Jimin cried more.
Tae understood now, “Oh no, Jimin, I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
Tae said, “Look, I know it’s scary, but try it. If you absolutely hate it, come home if they’ll let you. If not, you could be the next big thing Jimin. You can sing and dance. Plus, you’re really good with people and good looking. I’m sure you’re bound to get past being a trainee.”
“Thank you, really. I think I’ll do it.” Jimin’s crying stalled but then it came back, “Tae…”
Tae waited for Jimin, when he was ready.
Jimin said, “I have to break up with Jungkook.”
Jungkook got home that night and was surprised to see Jimin home.
“You’re home early.” He said and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He sat on the couch next to him and Jimin curled up into himself.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked, “If this about the other night, Jimin, we can talk about what happened-”
“No.” Jimin shook his head. Jungkook realized the puffiness under his eyes and the red, angry skin around them from crying. His heart broke as Jimin’s face cracked into sob.
Jungkook rubbed his back but Jimin got up and pulled away from him.
“I-I can’t, Jungkook, please don’t make this hard.” Jimin sobbed. He wiped his tears on the back of his hand.
Jungkook stood up slowly, “What do you mean, Jimin?”
“I got an offer.” Jimin sniffled, “An agent really liked my performance and said I showed promise. They want me to go to Seoul to train, Jungkook.”
Jungkook smiled, “That’s amazing!” He hugged his arms around Jimin and Jimin started to cry again. Jungkook figured out why. Jimin would be leaving him, permanently. The idol life was not an easy one and Jimin would have to face it alone.
“Wait…” Jungkook pulled back, “No...no...I can’t.” He scrunched his eyes shut and tears came out of his own.
“I can’t leave you, Jimin.”
“I can’t leave you, Jungkook, attached to someone you might never see again.” Jimin cupped his face in his hands, “You have to trust me when I say this is the best thing for us. If fate wants us together, I’ll fucking find you in the end.”
Jungkook cried and set his forehead against Jimin’s, “Don’t do this. Please don’t do this.”
“Jungkook, this is my dream. You know that. I’ll come back for you I promise.” Jimin pecked his lips.
Jungkook dipped his face into the base of Jimin’s neck. The two kept their arms embraced around each other.
Jungkook’s heart had never felt so torn.
Tae found out through Yoongi that Jungkook and Jimin did break it off but the break up itself lasted six hours.
The train station was bustling with people trying to get on.
Tae, Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Taemin, and Jungkook all came to support Jimin.
Hoseok was crying and so was Jimin when they hugged each other.
“I’m so proud of you. I really am. I’m just upset you have to go away.” Hoseok cried.
“It’ll be alright.” Jimin reassured.
Taemin wrapped his arms around Jimin, “I fucking hate you. Remember me when you’re famous.”
Jimin laughed as he hugged him back, “Brat.”
Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi gave him hugs as well. They were brief, but emotional. Tae was quieter than normal. He was not his usual chipper self and it made Jimin tear up more.
The two hugged like it was the last time they would see each other. Tae did not know if Jimin would make it big and get wrapped up in something that was no longer his friends. He thought he would forget about him.
“I love you.” Jimin said to him.
“I love you too.” Tae whispered as silent tears rolled down his round face.
Jimin and Jungkook looked at each other and Jungkook was a mess. He buried his nose into the base of Jimin’s neck as he cried.
“I don’t want you to go, but I do at the same time.” Jungkook wiped underneath his eyes with his sweatshirt sleeve.
“I snagged one of you sweatshirts.” Jimin smiled, but he was far from happy.
The last call for Jimin’s train sounded and Jungkook refused to let go of him, “Can I please give you something before you go?”
Tae watched the encounter between the two and they walked away, Jungkook pulling him away from the group.
Tae whispered to Yoongi, “What’s he doing?”
“He bought him a ring.” Yoongi smiled. Tae gasped. Yoongi chuckled, “No, no, no. Not that kind of ring. Just a little gift.”
“If it’s Jungkook that gift isn’t little.” Tae said as he watched Jungkook slip it on Jimin’s hand.
Jimin got on the train, and as it left, Tae did not know what hurt more.
His heartbreak when he broke up with his boyfriend, or his best friend leaving him behind for good.
One Year Later
Temptations had this whole new vibe to it. The place had been renovated once Jungkook had taken over a year ago. The old wooden chair around the tables were replaced with black leather seats. The round tables were polished darker with lit candles in the middle. The gross red rug was replaced with wood flooring. The stage had been moved to the middle of the front room, visible 360 degrees.
The back rooms stayed the same. Jungkook had never touched them, thinking that they were fine how they were. Jungkook got a new office built for him while Taemin took Minsu’s old one. Jungkook had that fixed as well.
Taemin shut the door to his office when he heard more people chatter in the front. He made his way over to the bar to check in on the newer bartender. They trained under Taemin until Taemin trusted him on his own. He learned quick, but Taemin was not one to easily give up his spot.
Jungkook had hired Jin back on as “Worldwide Handsome” once again. Taemin figured he was out back in the dressing room but there were clients waiting out front.
He made his way to the back and banged on the dressing room door.
“Jinnie, let’s go!” He shouted over the music. When he heard nothing through the door he opened it. Taemin poked his head in and quickly pulled it back, “Fuck guys, lock the door.”
Namjoon had Jin bent over the vanity and had his cock buried deep in him. Jin moaned out one last time before he said breathlessly, “I’ll be right there!”
Taemin shut the door and rolled his eyes. Namjoon had been hired by Jungkook to handle finances. He was good with numbers and was organized so Taemin knew he would do well. Except, he could barely keep his hands off of Jin.
Jungkook did nothing about it despite Taemin’s complaints.
One person that surprised Taemin that Jungkook hired on was Taehyung. The wide mouth and bright eyed man could dance well and Jungkook hired him as a dancer mainly for private rooms. Yoongi was a customer every night like clock work at eleven thirty. Taemin gave them more time for no pay. Jungkook chewed him out once for it, but never did it again after Yoongi said he would pay from then on.
Taehyung finished up with Yoongi and Taemin came across them in passing. The red chandeliers casted a hot glow down on everyone in the club.
“Do you need a break?” Taemin asked Taehyung.
Taehyung shook his head, “No, I’m all set.”
“Stick around, I think you have someone else that wants to see you.”
“Okay.” Taehyung pecked Yoongi’s cheek before he walked away.
Yoongi’s hair was brown with a red tint to it. It was laid natural against his forehead. His simple white t-shirt and blue jeans had wrinkles in it from Taehyung.
Taehyung was shirtless with black pants and a blazer to match. His hair was light pink and Taemin thought it suited the bubbly personality Tae had.
“I heard there was a gentleman named V back here?” A man said, a watch on his wrist worth more than Taemin’s everything.
Taehyung smiled, “That’s me. I’ll take you back here.”
He winked at Yoongi before he lead the gentleman into one of the private rooms.
“How are you doing?” Taemin asked as the two walked back out front.
“Good. He likes it here so it doesn’t bother me any. The money’s nice too.” Yoongi said, “I’m not jealous or anything. He’s mine at the end of the night.”
“That’s nice, Yoongi.” Taemin said.
Jin was out performing and he saw Namjoon at the V.I.P. table, but a certain seat was particularly empty.
Taemin shook his head and went down towards the offices. He noticed Jungkook’s door was open a hair.
“Jungkook?” Taemin asked before he opened the door more.
The newly redhead looked up from his papers in front of him with his eyes before back down. Taehyung had convinced him to dye it after he said Jungkook was boring for never changing it up. Jungkook hated it the moment it dried but for Taehyung’s happiness, he left it.
“Taemin.” Jungkook acknowledged, as he set his papers down on the desk.
“Jin’s performing. I know you’re normally out front. I just wanted to check in.”
“Yeah, I’m good.” Jungkook held up the papers in his hand, “I’m looking over the applicants we have to replace Minho.”
“He told you it was only temporary, Jungkook.” Taemin smirked, “Why are you holding off on a new hire?”
“Because I don’t like hiring outside of our circle. I don’t want knew problems coming through here again like last time.” Jungkook said, “The last thing I need is a new scandal to hit this place.”
“Is it that or is there a particular spot that’s hard to refill?” Taemin’s voice was kept quiet, as if trying not to disturb a disgruntled animal. Jungkook flicked his eyes up from his paper and then back down.
“Basically.” Jungkook grumbled.
Taemin chuckled, “I know what you mean. If you need help you’ll ask right?”
“Of course.” Jungkook said going back to looking over the applicants with a highlighter.
Taemin knew Jungkook looked too far into who he hired. He was particular about who joined their team. He would be the same way though, after what his father let the place become before.
Taemin went around to survey the crowd. They all seemed pleased by the entertainment, the food, and the boys. He noticed one thing was off. Taehyung was out much sooner than expected and he seemed to be looking for someone.
Taemin went towards him, “Are you alright?”
Taehyung shook his head, “I-I don’t know? That man in there he...come here.”
He pulled Taemin through some people and into the private room Taehyung had opened up.
The gentleman sat on the couch, an apparent semi in his pants and a fucked out look on his face.
“Is there a problem?” Taemin asked.
The gentleman scoffed, “No. All I did was talk about my night and he’s upset now. I didn’t know me sleeping with a prostitute got you all riled up and angry.”
“T-That’s not the problem. It’s who it was.” Taehyung whispered to Taemin.
Taemin almost considered walking out. Taehyung was a tad bit overdramatic. Out of curiosity, he asked, “Who was it?”
“Some washed up idol. I recognized his face. People on the streets call him Minnie.” the gentleman said, nonchalantly.
Fuck . Taemin did not know whether to deck this man’s face in for using his best friend, or to let him go, or to bring him to Jungkook and get a location.
“A prostitute you said?” Taemin clarified, hands on his hips.
“Yup.” the gentleman rolled his eyes, “Can I get the rest of my dance? I don’t have all night.”
Taehyung nodded, “Yeah.”
Taemin patted Taehyung’s shoulder and left the room. Minnie was back .
Jimin left a year ago and it left the hole at Temptations. That’s one reason Taemin thought Jungkook was hesitant about bringing people in. Jimin raked in so much money, people loved him. Taemin loved his walks home with him. Taehyung and Hoseok loved him as their best friends. Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi loved his smile.
Most importantly, Jungkook was in love with Jimin.
Jimin was a trainee for nearly five months before he was an idol for seven. He came out with two songs, made a few appearances, had rumors of an album coming out and a tour, but then disappeared. It was the town’s conspiracy for a while that he had died or that he ran away.
Taemin was not even sure if this was their Minnie; if Jimin was really back and on the streets. Idols had strict contracts and it would be near impossible for Jimin to be back home. If Jimin was really back and on the streets, it was some kind of twisted miracle. However, not a lot of men threw that name around. Jimin was a specific kind of boy and Taemin knew the one person Jimin would go back to if he came back.
Jimin hated Minsu, but Minsu promised Jimin a job. He was security as far as survival was concerned.
Taemin knew Minsu was a pimp now and it only made sense that Minsu got a hold of Jimin.
Taemin found Namjoon at his table still on his phone. He said to him, “I’m taking a thirty minute break to grab food. I’ll be back.”
“Okay, I’ll let Jungkook know.” Namjoon said.
Taemin grabbed his jacket from behind the bar and left.
Winter was a bitter force. The snow outside was thick on the ground and the air stung the exposed skin on Taemin’s face.
He knew the block where Minsu put people. He knew Jimin was a workaholic who would get as much in as he could. He was probably still there if the man went earlier.
Taemin crossed a few roads found a cluster of boys on a corner of the road.
There was a car pulled up to the side of the road too.
Taemin approached the group, his guard up high.
“Hey, sweets, are you looking for someone special?” One of the boys asked.
Taemin scanned their faces, “No, I’m looking for my friend.”
“Who?” Someone else asked, clearly bored that Taemin was not looking for sex.
Taemin said, “Park Jimin? He goes by Minnie.”
“Min, you’ve got a client.” the bored one said.
Taemin saw the car and a body leaned against it talking through the window. The boy looked at Taemin over his shoulder.
It was definitely Jimin.
His looks were altered though. His eyes were slate blue, colored contacts, but they suited him. His skin was pale and his body was thinner than Taemin remembered. His collar bone poked out underneath a berry color sweater that was cropped above his belly. Jimin’s hair was thick and grey.
He remembered the photos in magazines and on social media of Jimin and his trademark grey hair he had. He liked it on him. Right now, he hated it. He looked so different.
“Hey, kiddo, why don’t you come with me. I’ve got a few people down at Temptations that might be happy to see you.” Taemin said.
“I knew you liked familiar.” One of the boys said, “You’re that manager.”
“You can’t solicit our people!”
One the boys shoved Taemin back, “Get lost!”
“Hey!” Jimin snapped and moved him aside, “Don’t do that.” He looked at Taemin and said with a low voice, “Why are you here?”
“You’re joking right? What are you doing here?!” Taemin snapped, “How long have you been here for? You’re working with Minsu aren’t you?”
“Look, I’ll find you tomorrow. Don’t tell anyone please.” Jimin begged, “I just need the money.”
“Why did you go back to Minsu? We have an opening right now.” Taemin turned on his heel, “Find me tomorrow. You know where I live.”
“Taemin!” Jimin shouted after him.
Taemin stopped walking but he did not turn around.
“I’ll take the opening. I-If you need me.” Jimin said, his high voice still faint in Taemin’s ears.
Taemin felt like he was in a lucid dream, “Of course.” He walked away and said loudly over his shoulder, “You’ll need an entry-level interview though.”
“Why?” Jimin asked, “You know how I work.”
“You’ll need to meet with the boss man! Company policy. You have to meet with Mr. Jeon.” Taemin had a smirk on his face as he neared the end of he block. He turned to see Jimin one last time. He was closer than Taemin thought.
Jimin’s thick lips were pressed together, “N-Nevermind.”
“You sure?” Taemin asked.
Jimin nodded, “I am.”
“Where are you staying?” Taemin asked.
“With Minsu.” Jimin frowned.
Taemin lifted a brow up, “Come over to my place. You won’t need to pay rent. We’ll just talk okay?”
“Thank you,” Jimin said softly.
Three in the morning hit and Taemin found his way home. He found a body slumped on the couch that was too small to be Minho.
Taemin flicked the living room light on, “Minnie, you up?”
“Mhm.” Jimin hummed, his eyes still shut.
Taemin let him keep his eyes closed as he took his jacket off. He hung it up on a hook on the door before he sat near Jimin’s feet.
“You’re back in town, huh?”
Jimin’s voice was hoarse, “Unfortunately.”
Jimin got quiet. He did not answer Taemin’s question, “Who knows?”
“Taehyung. But, he heard it from a client that had seen you before. I didn’t tell him I went after you.” Taemin said.
Jimin sat up, “The whole town will know by tomorrow if Taehyung knows.”
Taemin laughed but it ceased when he saw the mascara stains on Jimin’s cheeks and the smudged eyeliner from crying.
“Minnie, I’m really happy to see you. You know you can come back to Temptations right? No questions asked.”
“I know.” Jimin wiped his cheeks, “I just feel so embarrassed. I left everyone for this career in music and they're already making me take a break.”
“Jimin, you had great songs come out.”
“Yes, but ‘Lie’ and ‘Serendipity’ did very well. You were on so many shows for it. Why did you leave?”
Jimin sniffled and Taemin let Jimin cry.
“I-I had a problem with my management. It was a long story. I asked to leave for a break and they let me. I was too ashamed to come back to Temptations. I was going to go to do the dance academy, but Hoseok manages it now.”
“We love you.” Taemin hugged him and Jimin cried into his shoulder.
“Fuck, I love you guys too. I miss all of you.” Jimin sobbed, “I really need a shower too.”
The next morning, Taemin called Jungkook the moment he woke up.
“Taemin, hey! What’s up?” Jungkook answered.
“I have a new hire you’re going to want to meet.”
“Sure. Did they apply?”
Taemin saw Jimin’s sleeping body on his bed, “No, but trust me when I say they’ll be the best one we’ve had in a while.”
“If you say so. Come in around ten thirty. I’ll be here.” Taemin heard Jungkook’s smile on the other end.
Taemin said goodbye before he hung up.
He shook Jimin’s body, “Hey, you have a job interview this morning.”
Jimin groaned, “I don’t want to.”
“Let’s go.” Taemin pulled the blankets off.
“I don’t have clothes.” Jimin rubbed his tired eyes.
“I do.” Taemin went through his dresser and pulled out a grey sweater and black pants, “Go shower and put these on.” He tossed the clothes at Jimin.
Jimin did as he was told, not wanting to argue with Taemin. He ran the shower as hot as he could and stepped in. The steam rolled around him as he massaged the water into his hair.
Hot water burned his skin as he shut his eyes. It was his first hot shower in two weeks. He had not been in town long, but he had felt like it was years.
He was surprised to see Taemin on the night before, after Jimin like he was on a hunt. Jimin was excited to see Taehyung and Hoseok again. As much as he felt torn, he was excited to see Yoongi too. Jin and Namjoon were engaged before, and Jimin wondered if they still were.
He would have to see Jungkook that morning.
Hell, Jungkook was conducting the interview.
Jimin nearly slipped in the shower at the thought. He washed his hair and body quick. His hands were harsher as he went over his thighs with soap. Memories from his clients the night before made his stomach hurt.
Jimin changed when he got out of the shower and styled his hair. He snagged a couple of Taemin’s (or Minho’s) earrings from a drawer in the bathroom. The dangling earring reminded Jimin the first time he gave a lap dance to Jungkook. It felt like forever ago.
He wondered if Jungkook changed at all. Had he gotten buffer or had he leaned out? Was his hair the same? Did he still have that confused look on his face every time someone talked to him?
Jimin left the bathroom and Taemin handed him a mug of tea.
“Drink this and then we’re headed out.”
“Why do I have to drink it?”
Taemin said, “It’s for the nerves.”
“I’m not nervous,” Jimin said confidently.
Taemin chuckled, “I’m glad to see you haven’t changed.”
Jimin was shocked to see Temptations in the condition it was in. It had been redone to look like a brand new place. His instinct with Jungkook was right. He modernized it and attracted a new crowd. The place looked expensive and he knew it had to be doing well.
“You said Tae knew?” Jimin asked, confused as to how he found out if Taemin was at Temptations the night before.
“Oh, yeah, Tae works here. He took your spot.” Taemin said.
Jimin’s eyes widened, “Yoongi lets him?”
“He’s his number one fan. Jin works here too. And Namjoon.”
Jimin laughed, “Hoseok too?”
“Nah. We tried getting him signed on as a dance instructor but he would have lost his job at Movement.”
Jimin understood, “Makes sense.”
As Taemin brought him further down the hallway, he passed Minsu’s old office that said “LEE TAEMIN - MANAGER” on the door. They reached a second door that was across from the room and Jimin felt faint.
“JEON JUNGKOOK - OWNER”
Jimin hesitated. He saw the emergency exit at the end of the hall. He could dart out that way. Taemin knocked on the door and opened it and Jimin almost attempted it until he heard that sweet, husky voice.
“Taemin, who do you have with you today?”
Jimin was so damn whipped he hated it.
Taemin said nothing and stepped aside so Jimin could walk in.
Jimin walked into Jungkook’s office and his breath hitched.
Jungkook was broader. His mint dress shirt pulled against the muscles on his chest and arms. His necklace dangled down, resting on a new chest tattoo. His had small hoops in both ears that were silver which complimented his blush hair. His eyes were the normal wide and dark brown. Now, they were wider than he’d ever seen them.
“M-Mina?” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper.
Taemin walked around Jimin and shut the door behind him.
Jimin jumped at the door being shut.
“Hey,” Jimin said. He could not move his feet he was stuck to the solid floor. Jungkook was just a boy before. This was a whole ass man in front of him.
Jungkook, like Jimin, could not move. His body was behind the desk still in his seat.
He managed to stand and Jimin was surprised to see Jungkook was taller.
“You got old.” Jimin attempted to lighten the mood.
“You’re back?” Jungkook smiled, ignoring the comment.
That was one constant on Jungkook. The damn smile that reminded Jimin of a bunny’s teeth.
“Yeah. Taemin said I had an interview with you.”
As Jungkook moved closer, Jimin’s mind went back to those times they shared on Jungkook’s bed. Languid memories of skin on skin made him feel hot.
“No.” Jungkook shook his head, “You’re all set to start work when you need to. You’re always welcome here, Mina.”
“Jimin.” he corrected and immediately regretted it.
Jungkook looked taken back, “Oh right...sorry.”
Jimin did break up with him when he left, and he planned on staying single until he could leave town again. He did not want to stay long.
“I don’t plan on being around for awhile. It’s just this place is familiar so I came here after…” Jimin took a deep breath, “took a break from my music. But, it’s fine. I’m fine.” He was not sure if he was reassuring himself or Jungkook.
“Can you start tonight?” Jungkook asked, “We’d love to have you.”
“Yeah, I can start tonight,” Jimin said.
“Bitch!” Taehyung tossed his arms around Jimin’s body.
Jimin laughed and hugged him back with all of the strength in his body.
“I thought for sure it was you, and it was and-” Taehyung stopped talking and hugged Jimin again.
The dancers in the dressing room were new and Jimin had never seen them before other than Jin who greeted Jimin back with a kiss on the cheek.
The other dancers whispered. Jimin’s face was familiar to them, but not for the same reason it was familiar to Taehyung.
Tae waved his hand at them, “Ignore them. What are you doing tonight?”
Jimin shrugged, “I’m waiting on Taemin to tell me. Jungkook just told me to come in tonight.”
Tae grabbed Jimin’s shoulders, “Wait, so you saw Jungkook?”
Tae nudged him, “So, how did that go?”
Jimin said, “Fine. He’s still handsome.”
The taller of the two led Jimin out into the hall with a hand on the small of his back.
Yoongi and Namjoon were excited to see Jimin as well. He made a mental note to swing by and see Hoseok when he could.
Taemin found Jimin and pulled on his arm, “Come here for a minute.”
Jimin followed Taemin to his office. It was an upgrade from when Minsu was in there before. It was neat and smelled expensive.
Jimin sat on Taemin’s couch that he had in his office.
“How comfortable would you be performing on the main stage tonight?”
“Very,” Jimin said. His skin itched to get underneath stage lights again.
Taemin’s voice was cautious, “So, you’re alright with performing in front of everyone? I just want to make sure. I mean, you were performing on bigger stages before this.”
“I’m alright with the public knowing I’m a stripper, Taemin.” Jimin was sharp.
“Right. I just wanted to be sure.”
Jimin got off the couch and went out to the main room again with Taemin behind him.
“What song do you want?”
Jimin paused, thinking. His eyes shifted over to Jungkook who sat at the front table with Namjoon. The two talked and Jungkook laughed. Jimin felt his heart give in.
“I won’t be offended if you say no, but,” Jimin said to Taemin, “do you happen to have ‘Lie’ somewhere on hand?”
“I have it on my phone.” Taemin held up his phone, “Of course I have it on hand. Go change and I’ll put you after Jin.”
Jimin borrowed an outfit from Taehyung for that night. It was a white button-up shirt with ruffles on it and tight skinny jeans that had a sparkly material go up the sides. He had Jin do a smokey eye on him quickly before it was his turn.
Jimin’s dance was choreographed by someone his management had put him with. He did not even know their name. They were all business. They treated Jimin like he was a vessel that had strings attached to him. He did what he was told. Jimin had this dance engraved in his bones. He had to spice it up a little for the front table.
Jin’s turn was done and people were whistling and hollering. Jimin smiled and Namjoon clapping the loudest there. Jimin waited until the small stage was cleared off. He liked that the stage was in the middle of the club now rather than off against the wall. It made sure that he was the point of attention in the room.
The lights went dim and Jimin walked up onto the stage. His body was sticky with metallic silver glitter and his face was heavy with makeup. It was different performing in front of a group of horny men than it was performing in front of other artists and fans. The latter had more expectations. This type of performance allowed him to let go.
The first few tones of his song came on and he was happy that he was only dancing to it. When the first part of choreography hit, Jimin played it up the best he could. After his chest thrusts, he worked on the buttons of his shirt so it splayed open. His bare torso getting him a few whistles.
Before the main chorus hit the large note, Jimin made eye contact with Jungkook. Jungkook was stern in his face. The only thing that Jimin could catch in those few moments were his eyes softening at the sight of Jimin being vulnerable on stage again.
The chorus hit hard and Jimin let his song move his body. The chorus was fluid and simple.
The second verse came around, however, and Jimin fished out the blindfold in his back pocket. He worked it over his eyes almost seamlessly. It made a few people in the audience gasp.
Jimin let the darkness cover his eyes. Every other sense of the room rose as his vision was cut off. The song coursed through his veins as sweat dripped down his back. The way his thighs tightened as he popped his motions. The stares from the audience made his body electrify.
He quickly took the blindfold off when needed to and tossed it off the stage.
He peeled the shirt off of his body as well and tossed that to the floor.
If he lip-synced with his tongue accentuating every syllable, that was not his fault. His eyes trained on Jungkook as the song slowed. Jungkook’s chin lifted a little, as if challenging Jimin somehow.
The lights cut out at the end of Jimin’s song.
Later that night, Jimin went to leave with Taemin. Jungkook watched him walk out of the club, eyes focused on his hips that swayed with confidence.
The next night, Jimin performed the same song again. Jungkook sat in his office at two in the morning, the club had closed down a half an hour ago. He heard a knock on his door frame. Jungkook unclicked the pen in his hand as he saw who the owner of the knock was.
Jimin grinned at Jungkook, “Goodnight, Kookie.”
The nickname made Jungkook smile, “You as well, Mina.”
Jimin did not correct him. Instead, Jungkook saw red rise up in Jimin’s cheeks before he stepped away from the doorframe.
Jungkook still had a hard time believing that Jimin was back.
Sunday night it happened again. Jimin knocked on the door frame, but this time he stepped into the office.
Jungkook was in the middle of packing up his papers to go home.
“Jimin, you should head to Taemin’s. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”
“I am, but I wanted to see you before I left.” Jimin was honest. He said, “I’m really sorry for acting weird lately. I’m just trying to get used to being near you, but not? I don’t think that makes sense.”
“No, it does. I feel the same way.” Jungkook said. He sat up on his desk to look at Jimin. He said, “It’s hard seeing you back but not being able to treat you how I used to.”
Jimin walked towards Jungkook. When his mouth was centimeters away from Jungkook, the younger almost closed the space. However, he did not want to scare Jimin off. He stayed put and let Jimin control the situation.
Jimin kissed Jungkook’s cheek. The tingling sensation that came over Jungkook was unlike anything he remembered. It was almost as if he forgot what Jimin’s lips on him felt like.
Jimin went to walk away but Jungkook snagged his wrist. Jimin stopped and let his wrist be held.
“You can come home whenever you want, Jimin,” Jungkook said.
Home . Jimin thought to himself. Jungkook referred to the penthouse still as theirs. It made Jimin happy yet slightly depressed. His gaze went around Jungkook, refusing to make eye contact with him.
“I’m not ready to come home yet, Jungkook.” Jimin pulled his hand away as it grazed Jungkook’s palm. He left the office and Jungkook sat in silence.
It always happened.
Jimin would go into Jungkook’s office, kiss his cheek or hand, wish him a goodnight, and then leave. The moment Jungkook attempted to make a move, Jimin acted like an abused animal. He would walk backward and coward. Even if it was about Jimin moving back in with him, Jimin looked scared. Jungkook would never hurt him.
One night when Jimin had come in to do his daily goodnight, Jungkook stopped him before he left.
“Jimin, why did you leave, for real?” Jungkook asked.
Jimin stopped and he turned back around to face Jungkook. He said, “I got fed up with being treated poorly.”
“How so?” Jungkook leaned his hand against his desk.
Jimin walked over and sat up on it, normally how Jungkook would on these nights. Jungkook almost pinched himself at the thought of Jimin sitting on his desk currently. It felt like a big acid trip.
“I had this one person on my management team that did not like the word no, and I had enough. So, I left. I got all of my shit together and I ran. I got a call the next day and I explained where I was. They gave me a month to recoup so I came home.” Jimin said, his face sad.
Jungkook stood in front of him, “You have fans though, yeah?”
“Kookie, I only had two songs out. I was barely famous. I had few appearances here and there but no one would notice me gone.” Jimin said.
Jungkook towered over him, “I noticed you when you left. I missed you so much.”
“I missed you.” Jimin teared up, “When I was sad I thought about you. It made my sadness stop for a moment, it numbed it. It was nice until I remembered I broke up with you.”
“You wore your ring though.” Jungkook said, “I saw an article online that said you might have been secretly married or something. I thought it was funny.”
Jimin laughed through tears, “Yeah, I saw that too.”
Jungkook, without thinking, brought his hands up to Jimin’s face. He used his thumbs to wipe the tears away. Jungkook leaned down slowly.
“Tell me to stop if you want me to.” Jungkook whispered.
Jimin tried. The words caught in his throat as Jungkook closed the space.
Their lips met.
Jimin had memories flood back to him and it made him ground himself in Jungkook’s hair. His hands curled into the red locks. Jungkook pressed his tongue into Jimin’s mouth, searching it like a lost treasure he rediscovered.
Jimin pulled Jungkook back as he laid on the desk. Jungkook kept his hands on either side of Jimin’s face. The two kissed with passion as their hips were pressed together. Jimin felt Jungkook’s cock growing and he moaned at the thought of Jungkook taking him over the desk.
Jungkook kissed down Jimin’s neck and he pushed his shirt up to his armpits. He brought his tongue down to one of Jimin’s nipples. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud and his teeth nipped on it.
Jimin arched his back and moaned.
A phone vibrated against the desk and Jimin jumped. Jungkook and Jimin’s heads collided.
“Fuck!” Jimin rubbed his forehead.
Jungkook kissed his forehead before he answered the phone. “Hello?” He asked.
“Do you have one of my boys there?” Minsu’s voice asked.
Jungkook knew who it was immediately. He stared at Jimin who shook his head, clearly hearing the call.
“No.” Jungkook said, “Don’t call this number again.”
He tossed his phone aside, “Where were we?” He smiled before he kissed Jimin again.
Jimin let him peck his lips before he pushed Jungkook away playfully, “Taemin is waiting for me and I am tired.”
“You could come with me, Jimin. It’s no problem.”
“I know, Kook. Maybe another time.” Jimin said.
Jimin was scared to go back with Jungkook, because he knew he would never leave again if he had to.
“ 5, 6, 7, 8... and,” Hoseok counted.
The teenagers in front of him all followed each of his movements. Some moved more fluent than others. Others movements were jerky and unpracticed. Hoseok knew they had a way to go before their end of the year showcase.
In the middle of counting, Jimin opened up the studio door and stepped inside. He had gotten permission from his old instructor to interrupt the class. He smiled as he watched the group intently focus on their instructor.
Hoseok saw Jimin walk through the door and almost screamed. Jimin laughed and Hoseok told the dance students to take a five minute break.
“You’re in town!” Hoseok jumped and Jimin caught him, legs wrapping around his waist. Jimin laughed.
“Your hair! It’s black!” Jimin ruffled it, “I love it.”
“Thank you, but what are you doing here?” Hoseok said with his arms crossed.
“I moved back and I am working the club again.”
“Idol life didn’t suit you well?” Hoseok frowned.
Jimin tensed up, “Not at all actually. I liked producing the songs and performing on stage but the business system itself is awful, Hobi. I’m really upset it didn’t work out, but I missed home.”
“Well, I missed you.” Hoseok said. He turned to his students who gawked at Jimin’s presence in the room, “Guys, this is Jimin. He’s an old friend of mine who is going to sit in on the class.”
The students erupted.
“Hey, you did that one song-”
“Have you met-”
“I have your song on my phone I love it!”
“If you go on tour-”
“Where have you-”
Jimin’s eyes widened and he put his hands up, “Okay, okay! Thank you. I’m really happy you all are fans, but I’m taking a hiatus for now, yeah? I’m here to watch you.”
Hoseok put a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, “If you’re here, Jimin, I’m going to make you work.”
Jimin smiled, “Of course. I never took hip-hop, but I don’t think I’m too bad at it.”
Jungkook enjoyed his Monday off at home. Taemin had Jungkook convinced he had the place running without him.
Jungkook was about to start supper before he heard a knock on his door.
He was confused. He had not invited anyone over. Jungkook’s friends knew he was not one for surprise guests either.
He unlocked the door and opened it to see Jimin’s pretty face.
He was stunned.
“Hi, I hope this is alright. I wanted to see you. I don’t work tonight either, Taemin gave me it off.”
Jungkook said nothing, still too shocked that Jimin was on his doorstep. Their doorstep.
“I think he did it on purpose, you know? So we could talk.” Jimin laughed nervously.
Jungkook stepped aside and tilted his head, gesturing for Jimin to walk in. Jimin went inside and he let out a whistle from his lips.
“It looks the same as before.”
“I didn’t dare move anything.” Jungkook said, “In case you came back.”
Jimin’s hand ran over the kitchen counter, “Well, I’m here now.”
Jungkook nodded, “Yes, you are.”
Jimin turned back and gave Jungkook this look.
Jungkook had the look memorized. It was the one he gave him when he wanted something. Jimin looked lovely in a black low cut long sleeve and denim jeans that clung to his thighs. His face had light makeup on it and his hair was styled. His grey hair made him look like a walking wet dream to Jungkook.
“You’re beautiful, Mina.” Jungkook whispered.
Jungkook almost threw up, “W-What?”
Jimin closed the gap in between them and he slowly unbuttoned Jungkook’s shirt. He let him, small fingers undressing him.
“I said,” Jimin went up on his tip toes and whispered into Jungkook’s ear, “show me how beautiful I am.”
He pushed the dress shirt over his shoulders as he connected their lips. The kiss was slow. They had all the time they needed. Jungkook pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside. He separated himself from Jimin to tug his sweater off. His hands worked at the button on his pants while his kissed and sucked Jimin’s neck. Jimin nestled his nose in Jungkook’s hair.
Jungkook kissed Jimin’s cheek as he stepped out of his pants, “Do you want this?”
“More than anything.”
“Give me a second.” Jungkook pecked Jimin’s lips. Jungkook left to grab lube and condoms from his bathroom. He got out of the rest of his clothes, coming into the kitchen in nothing but his boxers.
Jimin was fully naked. His hand was wrapped around his own cock as he pulled up and down on it, desperate to get off.
“K-Kookie…” Jimin moaned.
Jungkook set the stuff on the counter before he kissed Jimin’s lips. He whispered against his lips, “Let me make you feel good, baby boy.”
Jimin watched as Jungkook got naked in front of him. Jimin missed this. He missed their intimacy and how Jungkook handled him.
Jungkook touched their cocks together and pressed his nose against Jimin’s cheek, “All I want to do is kiss you.”
He reattached their lips.
“Let me kiss you and you get us off then.” Jimin suggested.
Jungkook put both of their dicks in one of his hands. Jimin moaned and put their lips together. Jimin placed his hands on either side of Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook’s free hand ran over the swell of Jimin’s ass as he focused on thrusting his arm back and forth.
Their kiss did not match Jungkook’s pace. Jungkook’s hand was quick and it made Jimin’s toes curl and his fingernails dig into his neck. Jungkook hissed out in pleasure and squeezed Jimin’s ass.
Their hips slammed against each other as Jungkook was hot against him.
“Fuck baby.” Jungkook moaned out. They grounded on each other like horny teenagers. Jimin was loud.
“Jungkook, fuck, daddy!” Jimin screamed out.
“Yeah, baby, is daddy making you feel good?” Jungkook whispered, “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Jimin moaned out, “Daddy...going to cum…”
“Cum, please. I want it all over me.” Jungkook begged.
The two both released at the same time, all over Jungkook’s warm fist. The two were out of breath and not done.
Jungkook pressed his lips to Jimin’s, “Can I eat you out?”
“If you let me blow you.” Jimin made his eyes innocent as he stared up at Jungkook.
With cum still on them, Jungkook carried Jimin to the living room. He set him on his feet while Jungkook sat against the armrest.
Jimin got on all fours so he could wrap his mouth around Jungkook’s dick. He reached out and massaged him, getting him hard again.
Jungkook stared at Jimin’s ass as Jimin played with him. He licked his lips and pulled the skin apart, putting Jimin’s hole on display.
He dipped his tongue in and heard Jimin whine. He pushed ass back against Jungkook’s face. Jungkook wrapped his long fingers around Jimin’s waist to angle his ass up towards Jungkook’s mouth. He started to suck on his hole before he thrusted his tongue in.
Jungkook wrapped his mouth around Jungkook despite that he was only half hard. He whimpered around Jungkook’s dick as Jungkook fucked Jimin with his tongue.
He twisted his tongue in and out as Jimin’s tongue swirled around Jungkook’s head. He licked the precum that dribbled out.
“You taste good, Jungkook.” Jimin smiled before he took him back in his mouth.
Jungkook thanked him by shoving his tongue in deeper.
The two continued. Both were competitive and trying to make the other feel better than vice versa. Everytime Jimin did a trick with his tongue around Jungkook’s dick, Jungkook would squeeze the sensitive flesh of Jimin’s ass.
It took longer than before for the two to work up to their climax again. Jungkook was unsure he would be able to go again but once Jimin took him all the way down and he started to fuck into his mouth, he felt himself edging closer.
“Wait.” He pulled off of Jimin’s ass, “I want my cum inside of you.”
“L-Lube.” Jimin reminded.
“I know, my love.” Jungkook kissed his hole one last time before shimmied out from underneath Jimin, “Head to the bedroom.”
Jimin listened as Jungkook grabbed the stuff he left on the kitchen counter.
Jungkook went into the bedroom and saw Jimin laid on his back. He heard Jungkook come in and he sat up.
He whined, “Jungkook, come play with me.” He pouted.
Jungkook almost came right there. He slipped the condom on, “Do you want to finger yourself, Mina?”
Jimin smiled and nodded. He grabbed the lube from Jungkook.
“Open up for me. I want to watch.” Jungkook mumbled.
Jimin opened his legs and Jungkook pushed them back, ass on display. Jimin’s lubed fingers pressed into his hole. He went straight in with two, Jungkook’s tongue opening him up a little bit.
Jungkook was sweating as he watched Jimin work himself open on his small fingers.
“I-I’m going to come again, Kookie.”
Jungkook pulled at Jimin’s cock as he fingered himself, “Do it.”
“Ah...I don’t...I can’t…” Jimin’s vision blurred and he sped up his fingers against his hole, “Jungkook, fuck…” He released again, his cum splayed out on his chest.
“I’m going to fuck your hole good, baby.” Jungkook said to him.
Jimin’s breathing was heavy. Jungkook watched the tight skin on Jimin’s chest rise and fall with sweat and cum dotted across it.
Jungkook swabbed the cum up with his middle finger before he pushed it up into Jimin’s hole. Jimin whined at the sensation.
“You’re so good for me baby. You want my cock?”
Jimin nodded rapidly, “P-Please, daddy.”
Jungkook complied and he jerked himself off for a few moments before he slipped into Jimin. He gave himself time to adjust and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was short and sweet before Jungkook started pulled out and push back in. He hooked Jimin’s legs over his shoulders as he pounded into him. He thanked whoever trained Jimin because he moved his legs apart to watch his cock disappear into Jimin’s ass and they bent like a rubberband. His hip flexors had a large range of motion to them as he held them down.
He flipped Jimin over to get a different angle. Jimin allowed himself to be manhandled. Before the younger could protest, Jungkook smacked his ass with a hard hand.
Jimin cried out in pleasure as Jungkook rammed himself back into Jimin’s hole. He placed one foot on the bed to brace himself, able to hit Jimin’s sweet spot easier. He held Jimin’s hip tight with one hand while the other gripped his shoulder.
Jimin’s moans went wild as Jungkook slammed his dick hard into him.
Before Jimin left, the two made love.
Now, they were fucking.
Jimin felt used and filled up and loved every second of it.
“I-I love y-you.” Jimin moaned out.
Jungkook scrunched his eyes shut and hoped that he meant it. Jungkook thrusted hard, “I love you.”
Jimin whimpered, “Jungkook, I don’t...I don’t think I’m going to make it.”
“You going to cum a third time?” Jungkook asked, he was close himself.
“H-Hurts.” Jimin cried. He had tears run down his face as pleasure and pain mixed to form a sweet sensation in Jimin’s stomach.
“I’m cumming.” Jungkook warned before let himself go.
Jimin did as well with a small squeal into the pillows.
Jungkook pulled out slow and Jimin collapsed on the bed. He left to throw out the condom and wash his hands. He came back into the room and Jimin was passed out on the bed.
Jungkook got into bed and covered them both up.
“Stay.” Jungkook whispered against Jimin’s lips.
Jungkook was not surprised in the least bit to wake up to an empty bed. He was disappointed more than anything.
He went into work that night hoping to see Jimin with some lame excuse that he did tell Jungkook he was leaving and that he must have been asleep.
However, the moment he saw Taemin, the manager said, “Jimin called out sick.”
He knew it was bullshit. Jimin used him and Jungkook was hurt.
Three nights passed and still no sign of Jimin. No one had seen him around. Jungkook debated on going on the streets himself to find Jimin. He decided it was the best idea for now, and he went to put his jacket on.
There was a knock on his door and he set his jacket back down on the couch to open it. He unlocked the door and revealed Jimin. He had snowflakes in his hair and crystal tears down his face.
“K-Kook.” Jimin sniffled.
Jungkook let him in, but said nothing to him.
Jimin walked inside and started to talk, “I’m sorry I left. I shouldn’t have. I should have at least told you-”
“Where were you?” Jungkook interrupted him.
Jimin was speechless.
“I asked,” Jungkook repeated himself, “where were you?”
“I went back to Minsu, but I left today. I realized I made a big mistake.”
“I can’t keep doing this, Mina.” Jungkook teared up, “I can’t hold onto you and then watch you walk away.”
“Then make me stay.” Jimin begged. He put his hands around Jungkook’s biceps.
“I can’t make you do anything.” Jungkook shut his eyes tight so no tears would come out.
“I hated you.” Jimin said. Jungkook was stunned and at this point the tears on his own face were his least concern.
“I hated you.” Jimin cried, “For what you did to me. You let me leave everything behind and for what, fame? Money?”
“Jimin, no.” Jungkook snapped, “That was not my fault! That was your decision!”
“You should have stopped me! You knew I didn’t want to go!” Jimin yelled.
Jungkook yelled back, “Newsflash, Jimin! You actually have to make your own decisions in the real world! Your actions have consequences!”
Jimin turned away and Jungkook watched his shoulders shake as he cried.
“All you care about is money.” Jimin sobbed, “You let me go so I wouldn’t burden you anymore.”
Jungkook laughed but it was more out of spite than humor. He said, “Do you hear yourself right now? Jimin, I care about you. You are my priority.”
“What was your priority when I left?” Jimin turned back to him.
Jungkook bit down on his bottom lip, “Still you. It’s always you, Mina.”
Jimin rubbed his hands against his cheeks before he said, “I think I hated myself more than I hated you.”
“Don’t say that.” Jungkook pleaded, “Don’t hate yourself.”
Jimin cried again, “I-I’m sorry.”
Jungkook cried with him and held him against his chest, “M-Me too.”
After a while, Jimin had calmed in Jungkook’s embrace. He sniffled occasionally but Jungkook could not help the love that overflowed between the two of them.
Jungkook leaned down and pecked Jimin’s lips. He said, “When I told you to come home I meant it. Fuck it, Jimin you are home. When you left there was not a day that went by that I wasn’t home sick. You are my whole life. You don’t find it odd that you got your fame and you’re still back in my arms? I promised you that fate wanted us together and here we are. One year later, and you’re here. I’m here for you. I love you so much.”
Jimin composed himself and asked, “Are you saying that so I don’t leave again?”
Jungkook shook his head, “No.”
“I love you too.”
Jimin reached up and kissed Jungkook with his whole body. His arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck. His tongue pushed through Jungkook’s parted lips. Their bodies aligned to make the perfect kiss.
Jungkook whispered against Jimin’s mouth, “Let’s get married.”
“I heard you.” Jimin stepped back.
Jungkook stepped around Jimin and went towards the bedroom. Jimin followed, the statement repeating in his ears.
Jungkook fished through Jimin’s old dresser and grabbed a small box from the top drawer. He went towards Jimin and opened the black box.
Jimin gasped at the ring.
“It was my mother’s but she gave it to me when you left. She said if you came back then we were meant to be. I agree.” Jungkook said, trying to search Jimin’s reaction.
The ring had intricate small designs around it with black indentation. The silver glinted against the dull light of the bedroom.
“Kookie, I can’t...I, um…” Jimin could not say no but he could not say yes either.
“We’re young, I know. Plus, we’re not even dating right now but when you’re ready. I want this to be yours. If you’ll have me.” Jungkook said.
Jimin nodded, “Yeah. I’d like that.”
Jungkook leaned down and kissed Jimin’s lips tenderly. Jimin smiled into the kiss.
Jungkook put the box in the top of the dresser to hide it away.
“C-Can I stay here tonight?” Jimin asked.
“Of course you can.”
That night, the two curled up into bed next to each other. They were naked and kissed lazily. There was no heat behind anything just pure love. Jimin whispered ‘I love you’ more times than Jungkook could count. Jungkook left love bites across Jimin’s collarbone and shoulders.
They fell asleep against each other’s warmth.
Jungkook could not stop crying the next morning.
Not only was the bed empty, but there was a note in Jimin’s hand writing. Through blurry vision, he stayed under the covers with the white paper tight in his grasp.
I love you and I’m scared. I can’t keep hurting you, I know, but maybe in another life we will be end game. I’m going back to finish what I’ve started. I miss performing. I want you involved in my life, somehow. I don’t know how. This will work out, I know it. I found you once and I’ll find you again.
Don’t forget me.
P.S. it’s a yes
Jungkook managed to get himself out of bed. It’s a yes . What the hell did that mean? Jungkook’s thoughts went back to last night and he made his way to the dresser. He opened up the top drawer. The black velvet box was there but it had been placed carefully in the corner rather than underneath Jungkook’s shirts. The box was empty and that was when Jungkook realized, he was engaged to a man who took off on him.
A Year and Six Months Later
Jungkook tapped his knuckles on the wood of Taemin’s door. The door opened and Taemin held it with his foot.
Jungkook breezed past him without asking if he could come in. The two had established this weird, but concrete bond where they demanded the most from each other without any limits. Jungkook’s morning had been filled with phone calls and threats, and he had enough of it.
Taemin’s office surprisingly calmed him down. It had a big open window that viewed the city whereas Jungkook’s office had two small ones that faced a building. Jungkook was clearly in a state of panic by the way he rushed into the office.
“Do you keep getting phone calls?” Jungkook asked as Taemin shut the door.
“Phone calls? We get them all the time, boss.” Taemin said as he sat on his couch.
Jungkook paced the office floor, his shoes tapping on the wood. He was frantic, “No, I know we do. I mean phone calls from people who claim to be journalists.”
Taemin tilted his head in confusion.
“Jimin! Have people been calling you about Jimin?” Jungkook spit out finally.
Taemin leaned back against the couch, “Oh! Yeah, I’ve gotten a couple. The fucker got famous quick didn’t he?”
Jungkook stared at the floor, “I guess he did, but I don’t think his management would appreciate us exploiting his personal information to publicists, yeah? I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“So, if we get a call about Jimin we say he never worked here?”
“Or existed here.” Jungkook said, “Actually, now that I think about it we shouldn’t even talk about him anymore.”
Taemin scoffed, “Like that’ll be easy. Customers still ask for him. Taehyung had someone come in here the other night and asked for Minnie instead.”
When Jimin up and left abruptly a year ago, Jungkook lost part of himself. He grew up too quick and Taemin noticed it. He would lock himself in his office for hours at a time and come out more exhausted than before.
The noticeable bags underneath Jungkook’s eyes worried him.
“Jungkook, I really don’t want to overstep my boundaries here,” Taemin said, “but you need to go home and rest.”
“I can’t.” Jungkook said, “For fuck’s sake I cannot go home. Everytime I so much as lay down my heart hurts. Do you know how hard it is to be engaged to someone who doesn’t even know how your day is going? Let alone talk to you. The last time we talked was three months ago and…” Jungkook trailed off, losing his train of thought.
Taemin was the only one that knew about the engagement. Jungkook did not even tell him, Jimin did. Taemin had bursted into Jungkook’s office late one night and asked him if it was true. When Jungkook told him yes, Taemin could not believe he had done it.
“Well,” Taemin said, “at least it hasn’t been a year and half. He still wears his ring. Have you thought about getting a new place?”
“I don’t want to leave where I am, Taemin.” Jungkook said as he leaned back against Taemin’s desk. “In a sick way, it makes me feel like he’s still around. I can just pretend that he’s working, or at the studio, or with Taehyung and Hoseok. You even.”
Taemin leaned forward, “Have you thought about...talking to someone?”
“What, like a therapist?”
Taemin nodded, “Yeah, I think you need to reach out. You can’t live like this, Jungkook. It makes me sick seeing you like this. Get out and meet someone new.”
“I can’t do that to Jimin.” Jungkook said.
“Why not?” Taemin asked, “He left you didn’t he?”
“I think you’re too patient.” Taemin stood up, “You’re also too nice. Try to call Jimin tonight.”
“Can’t, he’s got an awards show tonight.”
“That’s right.” Taemin said, “By the way I can’t make it over to Namjoon’s tonight because all of you are leaving here.” He gave Jungkook a fake scowl.
Jungkook smiled, “Sorry, it’s Jimin’s first award show and he’s up for a few things.”
“Look,” Taemin said, “I’ve known Jimin longer than you’ve known him. I will say that as much as he loves you, he’s understanding enough to let you go if you want to be off the hook. He’s a good guy, Jungkook, he’s just a little cocky right now. You know how he is.”
Jungkook knew he was right, but he was not sure if he wanted to be let go or not. Jimin was his everything. He invested his life into him. Did he want to call everything off because of some distance?
Namjoon and Jin’s television was large and mounted on the wall. Yoongi was pressed into Taehyung’s side while Jin had his head in Namjoon’s lap.
Hoseok and Jungkook sat on their own couch facing the T.V. Jungkook spaced out a few times before the award show started. He had to get in his mind in a certain place whenever he saw Jimin like this. The last time they watched Jimin as a group was his comeback that streamed live. He had done well, and he had fans that really liked him.
Taehyung asked, “What’s he up for tonight?”
“Best new artist and song of the year,” Jungkook said.
Jimin’s song ‘Serendipity’ exploded one day when a Western based artist had tweeted about it. Everyone had the song on their phone suddenly and Jungkook heard it on the way to work every morning. The song would make him smile whenever he heard it. He was not sure if it was because he was proud or because the song was about him. Either way, it was a shock to hear Jimin’s voice over the radio one night.
“Is he performing?” Namjoon asked Jungkook.
Jungkook shrugged, “No idea.”
Hoseok nudged Jungkook, “Hey, I’m sure he’s busy, yeah?”
Everyone looked at Jungkook and gave him that sympathetic stare he hated. Well, everyone but Jin who ate gummy bears out of the bag like his life depended on it.
Jungkook nodded once and stared at the bright colors on the television, waiting for his man to grace the screen.
Jimin was on the car ride home back to the hotel. His driver was stern and business while his director sat next to him talking about how excited he was for Jimin.
Jimin got his first award that night for best new artist. ‘Serendipity’ lost against a girl group song that had topped the charts for a while. Jimin was not upset. He was more happy that he was nominated than anything.
His director’s voice sounded like echoes as he arrived at his hotel. His security got out of the passenger’s seat first and Jimin followed. The bright lights and screams he had gotten used to but it still was a shock to his system every time he stepped outside and was rushed.
Once he was inside the hotel lobby he was directed straight to the elevator. His phone was heavy in his pocket as the elevator took him to the top floor.
Jimin’s hotel room was nothing like he had ever imagined. The balcony was closed off by glass doors and thick curtains. The bed was king sized with plush blankets and expensive pillows. The bathroom had a hot tub in it and a walk in shower that could fit four people.
Jimin fiddled with the ring around his left finger as the thought fantasized in his mind. He had numerous offers of threesomes, one night stands, and even people that would pay to be in a relationship with him. He turned down all of them because he wanted Jungkook, his man. No matter how attractive or enticing the other was Jimin always said no. He wondered if Jungkook did the same; if he waited for him.
Jimin stripped down naked in the bathroom, phone on the counter. He wash off the makeup on his face. His new orange hair made its debut that day and his Twitter blew up with the amount of mentions he was in from fans freaking out over it. It made him smile, but he was too tired to go through all of them.
Jimin slipped on the one sweatshirt he stole from Jungkook. It was black and heavy. On Jungkook it was over sized, on Jimin it was practically a dress. He pulled the hood up and collapsed on the bed, happy to have a moment alone.
The phone clutched in his hand made the back of his neck itch. He gave into his instinct and his phone went straight to his text messages.
He tapped on Jungkook’s name.
Hey, I know we haven’t talked in a while but I won an award tonight! I’ve been really busy, and I’m not ignoring you I promise. I think about you every day. I really wish you were here so I could celebrate with you...whatever way you wanted to. I love you.
Jimin’s index finger hovered over send.
It hit the backspace button several times instead.
If there was one thing Jimin liked about the idol life, it was the parties. He constantly was out almost every night. He did not make many friends, but he had a few close acquaintances that bought him drinks. Most of them treated Jimin like a conquest, but he did not care. It made him feel needed.
Jimin wore a sheer button up in baby blue tucked into black dress pants. He got flashbacks to his days when he worked at Temptations and he thought that this lifestyle was not much different.
The party was held at public location, a few nights later at a V.I.P. club on the main stretch of the big city. The space was huge, complete with plush seating and expensive drinks. He tried to locate someone he knew and luckily a familiar face popped into view.
“Hey, Jimin!” she smiled and side hugged him.
Amber Liu was a god send in Jimin’s book. He found her through his trainee days and stuck to her side from there. She was the only one to check on him when he took breaks or when he seemed to be falling behind. She had an edgy look must people frowned upon, a masculine face and short black hair. Jimin felt that, but on the opposite spectrum, more feminine.
“Hey.” He said and the two got caught up in small talk.
An hour had passed and Jimin still had no idea why he was there. He knew management wanted him to make an appearance, but for no purpose other than his face in a few candid photos. His music had come to a standstill. He had one album out that was doing alright, but not amazing.
Jimin was leaned against the bar on his third drink when Amber said, “I’ll be back, I’m going to walk around for a bit. You want to come?”
“Nah, I’m alright.” Jimin smiled and gestured for her to move on.
Jimin had a security guard with him at all times but they tended to keep their distance.
That’s why when firm arms wrapped around his waist he tensed. He set his drink on the counter and turned around in the intruding embrace.
He came face to face with another idol by the name of Jasper. Jasper was one of those acquaintances that thought Jimin was a hot body with a lot of time. His real name was not Jasper, Jimin knew that much about him. He had dyed blond hair and set muscles that reminded him of home. He never bothered to learn his actual name because every time he tried, Jasper took it as an open invitation to his hotel room.
“Jasper, hi.” Jimin said as he stepped away from the hard grasp.
“Hey, beautiful.” He said.
Jimin rolled his eyes, “Okay enough, I told you-”
“You have a man back home, blah blah blah.” Jasper waved his hand aside, “I know you’ve told me.”
Jimin shook his head, “You seem to forget easily.”
He grabbed Jimin’s small hand in his large one, “You haven’t talked to this guy in how long? He still is attached to you?”
The ring on his left hand burned through the skin as he kept quiet.
“Why don’t you come up to the room tonight with a couple of buddies of mine? Just for fun and drinks.”
Jimin crossed his arms and searched for any sign of Amber. Jimin was scared to tell him no.
“F-Fine.” Jimin said, “Drinks only and little fun.”
“That’s the spirit.” Jasper winked at him.
Jimin followed Jasper out of the ballroom and out to the hotel lobby. They rode in the elevator and Jimin noticed how close to his side he was. Jimin would side step and Jasper would follow.
The elevator door opened and Jimin contemplated pretending to be sick, or to run towards the stairs, or to call his security for help.
He did none of that, anxiety overtaking him as Jasper led him to one of the rooms. He unlocked it with his room key and Jimin was smacked in the face with the smell of alcohol.
There were two other men in the room and Jimin did not recognize either of them.
They introduced themselves but the names were drowned out by Jimin’s need to get out of the room. Instead, every drink that was thrusted in his hand he drank it to the bottom.
Two hours later and one of the guys had stripped down to nothing and said, “Jimin, I heard you used to work at a certain place. Why don’t you prove it?”
Jimin giggled, extremely drunk, “No! I told you. I have a,” he coughed, “fiance.”
The guy leaned down to Jimin who was sat on the bed in a haze. He whispered in his ear, “I don’t see him anywhere.”
Jimin was in hell.
“I am getting emails from publicists who want this story on every front page. Is that what you wanted?” His manager yelled at him from the desk.
Jimin was not crying nor did he feel guilty. He was this alive yet comatose body who stood up on two legs and breathed. His head pounded and his throat hurt.
His manager tossed Jimin his phone and Jimin caught it. He stared at the screen.
“I didn’t consent to this photo being taken. You have to know that.” Jimin’s bottom lip quivered, “I was drunk. I didn’t know that someone took a photo of me doing that. I didn’t even want this in the first place!”
“This could ruin you, Mr. Park. Do you understand the consequences of this? Just because you want to be treated like some whore doesn’t mean you can act like it.”
Jimin yelled, “That wasn’t it at all! What about Jasper he’s in it too?”
“He’s not the one getting fucked like a woman is he?” His manager sneered.
Jimin’s fist clenched, “That’s what this is about isn’t it? You don’t care about the photo getting released to the public do you? Jasper is under your company’s name but I don’t see him here. You don’t like the fact that I’m open about who I am.”
“Jasper is easy to conceal.” the manager said. Jimin could have screamed right there but he knew he was fired already. The manager said, “You’re suspended for now, but this has to go before the board for expulsion.”
“It’s not high school. This is a career we’re talking about here.” Jimin spat out.
“Yes, and protocol is similar you’ll find.”
Jimin snapped, “Where am I supposed to go?! You know I live here now!”
The manager snatched his phone from Jimin’s hands, “Home, Jimin. You’re free to go home.”
Jungkook packed up his suitcase to head home. Bills, papers, and schedules piled up inside the leather case. The day was stressful. Temptations was doing well but Jungkook’s profits were at a slow decline. It made his body seize up at the thought of closing the place down. He snapped it shut and he heard a knock on the door frame. He turned around to grab his jacket from the chair.
“Hey, Taemin, could you grab the lights in the dressing room on the way out? Jin forgot last night, I just want to make sure they’re off.” Jungkook said, his calm tone still demanding.
“I would love to,” a high voice said, “but I’m not Taemin.”
Jungkook’s jacket remained in his hand unused but he did find it in himself to face the doorway.
An orange haired tan skinned god on earth stood at the door frame. His makeup was done to perfection and his outfit was neat as a pin. His slender shoulders and big smile were all too familiar to Jungkook.
“J-Jimin?!” Jungkook smiled wide. He raced around the desk and Jimin laughed as he picked him up off of the floor.
Jimin wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s waist as he set his back against the wall. Jungkook’s hands held up Jimin’s thighs with no struggle.
“You’re here...you’re really here.” Jungkook whispered, his forehead touching Jimin’s.
“Yes, now please kiss me. I’ve missed you.”
The two meshed their lips together before Jungkook said quietly, “You left me.”
Jimin saddened, “Yeah, I did. I’m sorry. It’s just I was kind of going through something and I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have slept with you that night, Jungkook. I loved it but that was not fair to you.”
Jungkook set Jimin on his feet, “Don’t say that, Mina. If I didn’t want it I would have said something.” He cupped Jimin’s face in his hands and pecked his lips, “Fuck, I missed you.”
Jimin pulled Jungkook down by his tie and locked lips with him hard. Jungkook moaned into the kiss, a deep husky noise Jimin missed. His fingers tread through dark locks as Jungkook brought him towards the desk.
Jungkook picked Jimin up and set him on the desk, “Fuck, I want you. Right now.”
“Your dick isn’t coming anywhere near this ass unless you have lube.”
“Damn it.” Jungkook groaned, “I have some at home, but not here.”
“I guess you’ll have to eat me out instead.” Jimin said, his tongue swiped up against his top lip.
Jungkook stepped back and let Jimin undress himself as much as needed. His pants were pulled down to his knees and he laid his stomach flat on the desk.
Jungkook flipped his shirt up and grabbed a handful of Jimin’s ass.
“So sexy, Jimin.” He kissed the flesh of Jimin’s ass before he bit and sucked on his favorite parts. The swell of Jimin’s ass and the dip to the small of his back were covered in mini hickies with Jungkook’s teeth imprinted in them.
Jungkook spread Jimin’s cheeks apart, the pale skin enticing. He got down on his knees behind him.
Jungkook put the tip of his tongue to Jimin’s hole, teasing. Jimin whined.
He begged, “Kook, please.”
Jungkook looked over his shoulder at the door still open. He chuckled, “You getting off on the fact that almost every employee in here can hear you?”
Jimin had not even thought about the door being opened. He arched his back and set his hands flat on the desk.
“Alrighty, then.” Jungkook blew a small breath onto Jimin’s hole before his tongue forced itself in.
Jimin moaned louder than necessary when Jungkook started to swipe his tongue in and out. The shapes he drew created sounds from Jimin that were more than pleasurable. Every part of Jungkook’s body was tight and hard as he fucked Jimin with his tongue. He heard people walking passed the door and how their footsteps quickened when they went past Jungkook’s office.
Jimin pressed ass back onto Jungkook’s mouth, “Baby, you’re so good at this.”
Jungkook left his tongue in Jimin’s ass to sit and Jimin whined. Jungkook gripped his hips as his knees started to ache.
“Can you cum from this, Mina?” Jungkook asked before he pressed a delicate kiss on his ass.
Jimin was honest with him, “No, I want you in me.”
Jungkook bit Jimin’s ass and then said, “Let’s go home then.”
The car ride to their home was not any better than what went down at the office. At a stop light, Jimin had leaned over the console and unzipped Jungkook’s pants. He got his hard dick out and unbuckled.
“Jimin…” Jungkook warned, his worried eyes on the cars around him with people in them.
Jimin ignored him as his lips wrapped around the head of Jungkook’s dick. He bobbed his head up and down.
Jungkook accelerated the car and kept one hand on the steering wheel. The other one stroked Jimin’s back through his black shirt. Jungkook caressed his hand up to Jimin’s neck before pushing his hair back, keeping his eyes on the road.
As they neared the penthouse, Jungkook needed to fuck Jimin’s mouth. He parked the car and had Jimin pull off so he could unbuckle.
Jimin smiled, “Eager?”
Jungkook pushed his head back down, “Suck my dick like you mean it, Jimin.”
Jimin licked the tip before taking him as deep as he could. Jimin’s non existent gag reflex made it easier for him to get to the bottom of Jungkook’s shaft. Jungkook watched Jimin’s beautiful mouth around him. His lips were naturally pink and had a gorgeous thickness to him. They were made for giving blow jobs and good kisses, and Jimin was talented at both.
“I’m close.” Jungkook said, his head back against the headrest with his eyes shut.
Jimin sped up his motions, sucking Jungkook in a needy fashion. Jungkook gripped onto Jimin’s hair and released a hot load into Jimin’s mouth.
Jimin swallowed and let out a hefty cough after doing so. Jungkook kissed his cheek and admired the cum and saliva across Jimin’s lips.
“So fucking pretty.” Jungkook wiped his lips off with his thumb and slipped it into Jimin’s mouth. Jimin lapped his tongue around his thumb and hummed.
“You’re hot, you know that?” Jimin giggled.
Jungkook kissed his forehead, “Let’s head inside, yeah?
Jungkook set Jimin’s wine glass down on the coffee table in front of him. Jimin sat on the couch and faced Jungkook as he plopped down next to him. Jungkook loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt.
“Welcome back.” Jungkook smiled, beer in his hand
“Thank you.” Jimin said, “I, um, wanted to talk to you about something.”
Jungkook set his bottle down on the table in front of him. The living room felt smaller despite the large open ceiling it had. Jimin made the place feel cozier.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked.
Jimin stared at Jungkook and said nothing, as if waiting for him to say something.
Jungkook dipped his head down, “I’m serious.”
“You haven’t talked to me in three months, Kookie.” Jimin had a pout to his voice when he talked, “I asked how the club was doing and you left me on read.”
Jungkook knew this conversation was going to come up, “I know I shouldn’t have ignored you, but you really hurt me when you left, Jimin. I haven’t been doing well. I can barely sleep or process work correctly. I missed you.”
“We were talking fine over the phone and face timing, but then you just dropped me. I know I messed up but that was over a year ago. What happened?”
Jungkook really did not have an answer for Jimin that he would like. No matter how he manipulated his words he could knew it would not make it any easier.
He said, “Honestly, I was frustrated. I was angry that you left and we acted like it was okay. I thought maybe by me not talking to you, you would move on. Not that I wanted you to, but I didn’t want to hold you back from enjoying your time.”
Jimin teared up, “You know in a sick twisted way, by you doing that it worked? You know why I’m home?” Jimin’s voice neared an edge that Jungkook had never seen him before. Jungkook had seen Jimin explode twice. Once was at his own father when he threatened to turn Temptations over to an owner who wanted the strippers to be sex workers. The second time was at Jungkook himself, but even then Jungkook was not as scared as he was now.
“Why?” Jungkook was stone, his face stoic.
Jimin had tears lay out onto his cheeks but he was more mad than anything. His fists were tight and his shoulders were pressed back. Jungkook saw the new muscle definition in his arms, obviously he had worked out more. His veins were bulged from his skin.
“I fucked up bad. I don’t blame you at all but part of the reason why I did what I did was because I thought you didn’t want me anymore. When I won that award I was going to tell you, but I thought you wouldn’t care. After a huge crying spell, I went to a party where some guy I knew brought me back to his room.”
Jungkook shut his eyes knowing where the story was going, “Jimin...don’t…”
“Let me finish.” Jimin let his tears fall from his chin to his shirt, “I got to his hotel room and there were four other men there. A shit ton of drinking later and I was part of a foursome I never asked to be in and photos were taken on someone’s phone who wasn’t doing anything. Management got it and I was the only one who got suspended.” Jimin broke down in a sob and covered his face in his hands.
Jungkook did not comfort him, his muscles stiff.
Jimin sobbed, “I know you hate me, but I love you. I know I messed up, but I didn’t feel like you wanted me.”
“I stayed faithful,” Jungkook snapped, “ to you . I made a promise to you that we would be together. That’s what that is on your finger. Did you wear it that night?”
Jimin nodded, “I told them...they…”
“Wait.” Jungkook scooted closer, “Did they?”
“No.” Jimin said quickly, “Well, I mean told them to stop. I just repeated that I was engaged to someone I loved and then it went from there. I just thought of you the whole time. I was desperate for some kind of physical attraction and I can’t justify what I did.”
Jungkook asked, “Who was this guy that did this to you? That had photos taken?”
Jimin wiped under his eyes before he grabbed his wine glass, “His stage name is Jasper, but I don’t his actual name.”
“Do you have his last name?”
“No.” Jimin sniffled before he sipped out of his glass, “You don’t have to forgive me. Hell, you can leave me if you want, but I do love you.”
“You’re not supposed to hurt the people you love, Jimin.” Jungkook said.
Jimin’s face broke again and he took a deep breath, “Do you want the ring back?”
Jungkook shook his head, “No. Keep it. Maybe it’ll keep you accountable.”
“They’re putting me up to get fired you know? All because sucked someone’s dick.” Jimin stared at Jungkook’s face.
“The fucking nerve.” Jungkook smirked.
“I’ll sleep on the couch tonight if you want.” Jimin took a bigger gulp of the berry colored wine.
“No.” Jungkook said, “You’re going to take the bed. I have to be somewhere tonight anyways.”
“Where are you going?” Jimin asked.
“Out with the boys.” Jungkook said, “You should stay here. Don’t want you to get caught by fans or something here.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, “You don’t want me going out with you because you’ll know you’ll have to pretend like everything’s okay.”
Jungkook said, “That’s not it, I actually care about you. I mean, I’m pretending everything’s okay right now, aren’t I?”
A couple of searches and phone calls later and Jungkook found him. Jasper Mun was twenty with a lot of people in the industry that hated him. Jungkook discovered he had a concert about an hour out of their hometown and decided to race his car over to his hotel. He got the room number from a close friend of his father’s that worked at the agency he was under.
His car zipped past streets and went straight towards the one destination he needed to be. Jungkook’s hands were tight on the steering wheel. He shed the tie off and it was in the passenger seat of the car. Jimin was drawing a bath when he left and knew it would keep him occupied until he could get back.
His GPS signalled his arrival as he pulled into a nice hotel. He shut the car door and immediately stormed inside. The receptionist let him walk through without question, the familiar face to a rich family was enough to get him in.
The elevator took too long so Jungkook went up the stairs and into a hallway with only a few doors.
With nothing but rage pushing him forward, Jungkook found the room he was looking for and pounded on the door.
He heard the deadbolt being unlocked and the door opened to reveal a shorter man, a little younger than Jungkook.
“Is Jasper here?” Jungkook asked, his voice deeper than normal.
The man stepped aside, “Jasper!”
Someone else came into view. He was shirtless, and Jungkook knew he was muscular but this guy was even buffer than him. He was an obvious gym rat with a god complex that only someone with a handsome face like that would have.
Jungkook was intimidated.
He walked into the room and shut the door.
Jasper argued, “Hey! You can’t just walk in here-”
Jungkook threw the first punch. He heard another voice in the room gasp.
Jasper head was knocked to the side and Jungkook snapped, “Grab your phone.”
“What the fuck! Who are you?!” Jasper yelled. He pulled Jungkook close by the collar of his dress shirt.
“I’ve got a lot of friends in high places. You are lucky that you are even breathing right now.” Jungkook sneered, “Get. Your. Phone.”
Jasper shoved him back and snapped, “Why the fuck would I do that?”
“How many naked boys do you have on your phone right now?” Jungkook asked.
“A lot.” Jasper smiled, proud of it.
“You’re going to delete every single photo.” Jungkook said, “I bet none of those were consented.”
“Most of them were. Actually, almost all of them.” Jasper shook his phone, “Which one do you want to see?”
“None. I want them gone.” Jungkook’s body was tense, his jaw clenched.
Jasper went onto his phone and opened his photo app, “Are you a boyfriend of some sort? I get a lot of those around here.”
Jungkook said nothing as Jasper went onto his phone.
“Which one do you want?”
Jungkook realized this man was dumber than a rock, “Look. I don’t want to see any of your weird fantasies you have on your phone. I want those photos deleted before I have you locked up.”
Jasper glowered at Jungkook, “Wait a minute...pretty boy, large eyes, big teeth, rich guy...you’re Park Jimin’s fiance aren’t you?”
Jungkook grit on his back teeth, “Never heard the name.”
“Bullshit.” Jasper said, “You’re Jeon Jungkook.”
Jungkook threw Jasper against the wall and got into his face, “You’re deleting that photo of Jimin on your phone. I want it off every social media site, cloud, and photo app that you have. If you’ve sent texts to people with it, tell them to get rid of it. If I so much as even hear of this photo from someone else I will funnel every ounce of money that I have into suing you.”
Jasper swallowed hard, “A-All of this for a photo?’
“You bet your ass it is.” Jungkook said through his teeth, “Delete it. Right now.”
Jasper went onto his phone and tapped on the phone screen until the photos are deleted. Jungkook saw the low quality photo on the screen and his stomach was sick at the image. He pulled his eyes away.
“Not a fan of the position? See he’s really good at sucking dick and I had the privilege to be on that end, as you can see here. The guy fucking your fiance is-”
Jungkook punched him again with more power behind it. He threw him to the ground and straddled his chest. The rings on his right hand caught onto skin as he reeled back and threw punches, “You fucking dick!”
Jasper tossed Jungkook onto his back and hit him once. Jungkook groaned out in pain at the hit.
“The photo’s gone.” Jasper spit on Jungkook’s face and Jungkook wiped it off of his cheek. He stood up.
“Okay, just know that I keep my word. I’m not someone you want to mess with, Jasper. Let’s hope you don’t end up fired tomorrow yeah? Your boss owes my family a lot of favors.” Jungkook turned to leave the room, his lip split. Jasper stood up bloody and bruised, and Jungkook loved every part of it.
Around two in the morning was when Jungkook got back. The lights were all off and Jungkook figured Jimin went off to bed. He flicked the light on in the kitchen and opened the freezer. The frost air helped the heat on his face cool. He grabbed and ice pack and heard Jimin.
“I called Yoongi about two hours ago because you didn’t answer your phone. Where the fuck were you?” Jimin asked with his arms crossed. Jungkook stared at the little beauty scowling at him. Jimin was comical when he was angry but still just as intimidating. His small hands curled into fists. His eyebrows narrowed and his lips were sealed tight. Jungkook would have taken him more seriously had he not been wearing one of Jungkook’s grey t-shirt’s and the t-shirt only. Jungkook’s eyes trailed down to Jimin’s bare thighs.
“I don’t have to tell you.” Jungkook said, as he put the ice pack in a dish rag. He pressed it to his swollen and bloody lip.
“What the hell, Kookie?” Jimin’s voice softened as he went towards Jungkook. He gentle moved his hand aside to look at the lip. “I assume you got into a fight?”
Jungkook nodded, “We both were wearing rings.”
“I see.” Jimin grimaced as he looked at Jungkook’s lip, “Hell, Jungkook, you might need stitches. Who was it?”
“Jasper.” Jungkook said, “The photo is gone by the way.”
Jimin’s hand froze on Jungkook’s cheek, “You went after him?”
Jungkook said nothing and put the ice pack on his lip again.
“Thank you.” Jimin said.
Jungkook still said nothing but he stared Jimin and studied his face.
“You shouldn’t have done that, but thank you.” Jimin whispered, “I can’t apologize enough to you. I don’t know what to do to make it up to you.”
Jungkook pressed a quick kiss to Jimin’s lips,the blood dried up already but Jimin tasted metal when they kissed. Jungkook said, “From here on out, I don’t keep secrets from you and you stay with me no matter what.”
“No, Jimin. I want you. Regardless of what you’ve done, I’m in so deep for you.” Jungkook pulled Jimin into his body.
Jimin teared, “Jungkook, I was awful to you. I can’t let you do this. I can’t let you take me back without me doing something.”
“That’s the thing with you isn’t it?” Jungkook kept his hands on Jimin’s bare waist, “You don’t owe me anything Jimin. You had every right to leave. Should you have told me you were leaving? Probably. You don’t owe me your life, Jimin. I just want you with me. I want you to be mine if you’re willing.” Jungkook kissed Jimin again.
Jimin reached up and held Jungkook’s jaw with both of his hands. The languid kiss they shared was soft and gentle. Both of them were tired and unable to put any effort into it. Jungkook swiped his tongue into Jimin’s mouth once before he pulled away.
“How about you massage my back and we call it a night, yeah?” Jungkook suggested.
Jimin smiled, “Okay.”
Jungkook pulled Jimin into the bedroom and felt his heart pound. He got out of his clothes, but kept on his boxers.
“I have massage oil on the counter in the bathroom.”
“I know where it is, Jungkook.” Jimin chuckled as he already made his way to the bathroom.
Jungkook laid face down on the bed, his face laid to the side.
He saw Jimin walk out of the bathroom with a small bottle in his hands. The almond oil smelled amazing and the strong stench made Jungkook inhale to take it in. Jimin straddled the small of Jungkook’s back, the skin of his plump ass on Jungkook’s back.
“You’re so light.” Jungkook said.
Jimin moaned, “That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”
Jungkook laughed as Jimin rubbed up Jungkook’s spine. Jimin’s hands were warm to the touch. Jungkook shut his eyes and absorbed the feeling that etched into his muscles. Jimin’s thumbs made slow circles in between his shoulder blades.
Jungkook made a hum of satisfaction, “Feels good, baby.”
Jimin bit down on his bottom lip as he continued downwards towards the middle of his back. The muscle definition turning him on underneath the harsh orange glow of the bedroom. Jimin’s fingers made quick work around the sore muscles of Jungkook’s back. He rubbed his oiled hands up one last time before he pulled his hands away.
“I’m always better around you.” Jungkook murmured.
Jimin rolled his eyes as he laid next to Jungkook, “Brat.” Jungkook wrapped an arm around Jimin’s hip, hand on his ass. Jimin pushed back into his grip.
“Do you still love me? After what I’ve done to you?” Jimin asked as he shut his eyes, head on the pillow.
Jungkook said as he kissed Jimin’s lips, “You’re done nothing wrong, Jimin. You were hurt. You don’t give up on the people you love, Jimin.”
“I hurt you by leaving.”
“And I’ve hurt you. A lot. You’re forgetting who was the reason why you had to stop going to dance in the first place. The reason why you were overworked at your job. Jimin, I was horrible to you when we first met.”
“You paid for me.” Jimin nestled underneath Jungkook’s chin, “You made up for it. I can’t make up for what I did.”
“Just stay.” Jungkook whispered to him, “Don’t leave me again without telling me.”
“Okay. I’ll stay.” Jimin promised.
Jungkook did not want to go to sleep, because he did not know if Jimin would be there in the morning.
Jungkook woke up to an empty bed.
“Fuck.” Jungkook swore. He sat up quick and reached for his phone until he heard the shower going in the bathroom.
Jimin’s shower was hot and steamy as normal. He had two fingers in his hole stretching himself out. He braced one hand up on the shower wall, the spray hitting his back. His fingers disappeared between his ass cheeks, knuckle deep.
He heard the bathroom door open and smirked to himself. He threw his head back and arched his back.
“Fuck, Jimin, it’s six in the morning.” Jungkook said as he watched Jimin finger himself. He made his way to the sink to brush his teeth.
“And?” Jimin moaned when he hit a good spot. He kept finger fucking himself, “I noticed you have a seat built into the shower here. Any reason for that?”
Jungkook sat down on the lip of the tub across from the shower after he was done. Jimin liked it when he lived there. It gave him options. Jungkook would rather just have the shower and get rid of the bathtub, it was not practical to have both and them not be combined.
“It came with the shower, babe, it was here when you were.” Jungkook explained his eyes watching Jimin’s fingers.
“Why don’t you come sit then?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook stripped out of his boxers before he stepped into the shower. The glass door shut behind him as the wet linoleum hit his feet. The shower was large and came from overhead as well as a shower head attached to the wall. The seat was built into the shower wall and was actually made to set products on it.
Jungkook sat down and Jimin straddled him.
The water pelting them was hot and it dripped down their bodies in a cascade of droplets. Jungkook thought Jimin had never looked beautiful.
Jimin pushed his hands up Jungkook’s torso and swirled his hips around.
Jungkook slipped one wet finger into Jimin’s hole and he bit down on his lip.
“Just one?” He pouted.
“Baby, we’re taking this slow.”
What was supposed to be a slow, intimate moment turned into Jimin’s hands on the shower wall and Jungkook behind him. He had only stepped out to lube up his cock before going back in to fuck Jimin. His back laid against Jimin’s, an arm wrapped across his chest in the front.
Jungkook set his chin on Jimin’s shoulder as he slapped his hips against Jimin’s ass.
Jimin was noisy as usual. His whines urged Jungkook to fuck him harder. Jungkook slowed down his motions when he felt himself getting close.
Jimin pushed back, “W-What are you doing?”
“Ssh…” Jungkook shushed him as he fucked him deep and slow. Jimin rested his face against the shower wall.
“Jungkook, I need it harder please. I want to cum.” Jimin begged.
“Do you now?” Jungkook pulled out entirely and Jimin gasped. He licked up his spine before he thrust back in again. Jimin cried out in pleasure. Jungkook pulled out again and sat down on to the shower seat.
He made Jimin come near him and sit down facing away on his dick.
Jimin settled himself down slowly and moaned as he started to fuck himself on Jungkook’s dick.
“Hold on, baby.” Jungkook rubbed his back. He made Jimin leaned forward and he groaned at the image of his dick buried into Jimin’s ass.
Jimin begged, “Can you fuck me please?”
“I might just keep you seated on me, babe. It’s hot.” Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s ass the best he could from his angle.
Jimin whined, “Jungkook, fuck me, please.”
“Should I?” Jungkook reached around and gripped Jimin’s cock.
Jimin set his hands on Jungkook’s knees as he started to jerk off Jimin. Jimin bounced on Jungkook’s cock and worked for his orgasm.
Jungkook moaned out Jimin’s name more than necessary, the name like a sweet flavor on his tongue.
“Damn.” Jungkook swore out before he came in Jimin’s ass.
Jimin came shortly after and slumped back against Jungkook’s body tiredly.
Jungkook had convinced Jimin it would be a good idea to drive out of the city late at night. Jimin agreed only because Jungkook said he would bring wine and cookies with him.
Jungkook laid a blanket out on the hill that looked over the city. He set down the food and drinks he brought with him in a cooler while Jimin bundled up in one of Jungkook’s coats.
“This is nice. What’s the occasion?” Jimin asked.
“Love.” Jungkook pecked Jimin’s cheek. Jimin smiled and buried his face in Jungkook’s shoulder.
“You’re pretty you know that, Mina?” Jungkook kissed his orange hair.
Jimin tucked his hands in the sleeves of his coat, “Thanks, Jungkook.”
“I want to try something tonight, if you’re up for it.” Jungkook smiled at him.
“Oh yeah?” Jimin said.
Jungkook unzipped Jimin’s coat and took it off of him, “Remember the time I fucked you blindfolded? And then you used the blindfold for 'Lie'?”
Jimin giggled as he tossed his jacket aside, “Yes.”
Jungkook dug in the bag of food he brought and pulled out the blindfold.
Jimin almost laughed. It was pitch black out as it was other than the glow of the city.
The smaller straddled Jungkook’s lap and started with the buttons on his shirt, “What are you doing to me out here?”
“Why don’t you strip down and lay on your belly, yeah?” Jungkook smacked his ass and Jimin lurched forward. He stood up and kicked off his sandals. He shimmied out of his pants, giving Jungkook a little more hip shimmy than necessary. Jungkook slipped out of his clothes as well, slower than Jimin.
Once Jimin was naked, Jungkook folded his coat up and laid it at the end of the blanket, “Lay here.” He said.
Jimin laid face down, his head facing the side. His eyes were covered by the blindfold. The blindfold was tightened around his face and he clenched his fingers onto the jacket. He heard the squelch sound from a lube bottle and he propped his ass up a little higher. Jungkook grabbed the meat of the muscle and jostled it aside to get to where he wanted. He slipped in a finger and Jimin gasped at the intrusion.
“Kook, I can take more than one.” Jimin taunted.
Jungkook scoffed, “Needy.”
He slipped in a second finger and suddenly the hand from Jimin’s ass was gone. All Jimin could feel from Jungkook was his fingers inside of him. This was peculiar considering Jungkook loved feeling up Jimin. He heard the cooler pop open and, despite the pleasure, Jimin was confused. He heard Jungkook’s teeth rip something and he assumed a condom but it sounded to plastic sounding for that.
Jungkook scissored his fingers, “You’re loosened enough, baby, are you ready for this?”
“F-For what?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook pulled out his fingers and Jimin felt the tip of something against him and it was not Jungkook’s cock. Between the night air and the foreign object inside of him, Jimin’s body temperature dropped. Jimin came to the realization by the fruit smell and the small shards of ice he felt against his ass, Jungkook was fucking him with a popsicle.
Jimin was loving it.
Jimin cried out in bliss as Jungkook thrusted the white popsicle in and out of him. Jimin felt like his hole had turned into an ice glacier as his body had little pricks going across it. The goosebumps on him were from pleasure and the cold. The popsicle filled him up enough to feel like he was being fucked and he could not stop moaning at the sensation.
“You love anything up your ass don’t you?” Jungkook kissed his back.
“Yeah. Anything for you.” Jimin moaned out.
Jungkook’s pace with the popsicle picked up and Jimin was surprised to feel himself close to the edge.
“Jungkook, I’m going to…” Jimin could not even get the word cum out he was moaning so loud.
Jungkook pulled the popsicle out and Jimin groaned at the loss.He felt juice leak from his ass and down in between his thighs like slick. Jungkook’s wet tongue lapped up the white juice at fell from Jimin’s hole. Jimin was overstimulated and so in love. Jungkook sucked up the juice on his thighs before he dove into his ass. His tongue stretched out the hole as he twisted his tongue around. Jimin was too weak to push back or to beg for more. All Jungkook heard from him was high pitched whines. Between Jungkook’s harsh slaps to his ass and the tongue licking up the flavor from his velvet walls, Jimin was about to cum.
“Jungkook...I’m going...I’m…” He came all over the blanket below him. Jungkook had a hand on his cock the entire time and Jimin was just now hearing the slap of skin as his fist beat up and down on himself. He felt Jungkook cum on his ass and the back of his left thigh. The two collapsed together, sharing the coat as a pillow.
Jungkook removed the blindfold from Jimin’s eyes. Jimin did not have to adjust his vision too much other than the moon’s spotlight on them. He brought his and Jungkook’s lips together.
“That was...different.” Jimin smiled, “I liked it.”
“You sound so hoarse.” Jungkook teased as his hand stroked up the curve of Jimin’s side.
Jimin gave him a mischievous smirk, “Where’s that popsicle?”
Jungkook picked it up from the wrapper he set it on and then placed the worn end near Jimin’s mouth. Jimin wrapped his lips around it and sucked.
Jungkook ran his tongue across his bottom lip.
Jimin pulled off and smacked his lips, “Coconut?”
“It is.” Jungkook said as he set the popsicle aside.
The two cleaned up with a towel Jungkook had hid in his car for the occasion. They got their clothes on and ate the food Jungkook had brought. Two glasses of wine later and Jungkook had worked up the nerve to talk to Jimin.
“I, uh, I have to give you something.” Jungkook said.
Jungkook exhaled hard, “Well. I don’t know how you’ll feel about this but to me I want to do this more than anything.”
Jimin smiled, “What is it?”
Jungkook grabbed two boxes out of his pockets.
“I can’t take more rings from you.” Jimin giggled, “I have my favorite one on all the time anyways.”
“I have a feeling this one might be your new favorite.” Jungkook hand him a box, “That one is mine though.”
Jimin’s smile faded and he shot a look at Jungkook, “You want to get married? How? We can’t here, you know that, Kookie. Plus my ass hurts since you mutilated it with a frozen food.”
Jungkook laughed and then cleared his throat, “I know. There’s no legality behind it but we can say we’re married, Jimin. I want you to be my husband.”
Jimin opened the box to Jungkook’s ring and admired the silver band. He said, “You know it’s fucked up in a way that we’ve been together for over a year and we’ve managed to stick through so much shit together already.”
“Two and a half years if you count our break.”
“Don’t count the break, Jungkook.” Jimin poked his cheek. “I want this.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook asked.
“Let’s do it.” Jimin smiled and he and Jungkook shared a tender kiss.
Jungkook fumbled with the box, “How the fuck do you do this?”
Jimin rolled his eyes and stood up, “C’mon. Stand over here with me.”
Jungkook followed Jimin’s motions and stood with him. The city lights were gorgeous and casted the only light on Jimin’s face. Jungkook’s eyes went to the moon and he smiled at the stars in the sky.
“It’s a perfect night for a random wedding.”
Jimin pecked his lips, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jungkook slipped the ring onto Jimin’s finger, “I promise to be there for you not matter what. I want to be your protector. I want to be your number one fan. Jimin I cannot tell you how much you mean to me. You’re my everything. I am so thankful to have a joyful person as my soulmate.”
Jimin flushed red as he put the ring on Jungkook’s finger, “I promise to stay. Forever. As long as you want me. I want this to never end. I will love you through it all. I am lucky to call you my husband.”
Jungkook teared up, “Husband.”
“Husband.” Jimin repeated, tears sneaking out onto his face.
Jimin had gotten his letter of expulsion and went straight back to working at Temptations full time. Except, his first day there he went towards the dressing room and was caught off guard.
“Hey,” Jungkook smiled at him from his office, “come here.”
Jimin went into the office and saw Taemin and another person there. He had no idea who they were but they were a gentleman around his age with nice hair and an expensive suit.
“Jimin, this is the bank representative for Jeon Industries, Jackson Wang.” Taemin introduced.
“Hello.” Jimin said and Jackson bowed his head to Jimin.
“Lovely to meet you. Your man hear talks highly of you.” Jackson nudged Jungkook.
Jungkook leaned back against the desk, “Okay, okay, we get it. Tell him the news.”
Jimin’s eyebrows quirked up, “What news?”
Jackson said, “Jungkook’s bought out a business.”
Jimin looked at Jungkook and then back to Jackson, “Oh?”
“He bought Movement Dance Academy on Main Street.” Jackson said.
Jimin’s eyes widened, “What? Why didn’t you tell me? Jungkook, I thought-”
“For you.” Jackson interrupted.
It was almost like a loud bang went off in the room and nobody wanted to talk after it. Jungkook sat against his desk with a small smirk and Taemin gave Jimin a shy smile.
“Wait, you mean…” Jimin could not get the words out.
“The place will be in your name, Jimin.” Jungkook said, “You don’t have to stay here. You can help people build dreams and succeed in life. You’re an excellent encourager and I know Movement will benefit from a studio owner like you.”
Jimin was speechless, but he did start crying. Taemin gestured to the door.
Jackson said, “We’ll be waiting for you two out in the hallway. Take your time.”
Jimin hid his face in his hands as Jungkook walked over to him and pulled them away from his face.
“What’s the matter?” Jungkook kissed his nose.
“I can’t accept this, Jungkook, this is-”
“Everything you’ve ever wanted?” Jungkook smirked, “You talk in your sleep, Jimin, I know what you dream at night.”
Jimin threw his arms around Jungkook, “Thank you.”
Jungkook tightened his grip around Jungkook, “I’ll miss you here, but your journey from here on out will be so much healthier Jimin.”
Over the next couple weeks, Jimin and Hoseok had worked hard together at making plans for the studio. Jimin wanted to renovate the inside but keep the old antique exterior. They were working late nights to make sure everything got done.
Jungkook would sit at his desk at Temptations going over his paperwork for the evening.
He would look out at his window at the moonlight, and he wondered if Jimin looked at it too.
“Jia!” Jimin called up the stairs. He heard nothing and sprinted upstairs, “Jia!”
He poked his head into her room and she was sat on her bed with her small pink dance bag clutched against her body. Her black leotard was bunched up on her thin body with a fluffy white tulle skirt around her waist.
Jimin smiled to himself, “Jia, you have to go. You said you would.”
She pouted, thick bottom lip jut out. Jungkook and Jimin adopted Jia when she was only a newborn. She was the best addition to their small family and Jungkook was wrapped right around her finger, along with her little two year old sister they adopted as well.
“Appa, I don’t want to.” She frowned, “What if everyone is mean?”
Jimin sat on her bed and pulled her onto his lap, “Jia, everything will be fine.”
He brushed the black hair out of her face and kissed her forehead as she laid her head on his shoulder.
“Come on, let’s get your hair fixed and we can go early, alright?” Jimin attempted to compromise with her, but she had his stubborn personality.
“Fine.” She hopped off of his lap, “Can we bring Jisu?”
Jimin allowed his finger to be grabbed and lead to the living room, “We have to, Jia, she can’t stay here alone.”
He grabbed a hair tie from the bathroom and combed her hair up into a tight bun. She sat well for him as he hair sprayed back the baby hairs around her temple.
“You’re good, Appa, at my hair.” Jia giggled.
Jimin kissed her cheek, “Thank you, love, go put your shoes on and I’ll get your sister.”
Jisu was the embodiment of Jungkook in a small body already at her small age. It was funny to Jimin how alike the two were to their parents despite they were not theirs . In his mind he could pretend and that was enough.
Jisu was grumpy and stumbling to walk. She grumbled nonsense as Jimin put her small boots on her feet.
He carried Jisu on his hip while Jia sprinted ahead towards the car.
The drive over to the studio was nostalgic for Jimin. He still had his name on the place but he was strictly hands off when he handed all the management rights over to Hoseok when they adopted Jia. He passed by his old apartment building and took the left towards the studio.
He parked the car and he heard Jia screech, “ Papa! ”
When Jimin unlocked the car, the side door opened and heard Jungkook’s low tone, “Hey, tiger.”
He picked her up after unbuckling her from her carseat. She hopped out onto him, a bundle of energy.
Jungkook helped her out of the car. Jimin got out of the car and rolled his eyes.
“Kook, did you have to bring the Lambo? So much for not drawing attention.” Jimin held little Jisu in his arms as she sleepily laid her head on his shoulder.
“It was that or the Rolls Royce, Mina.” Jungkook walked with Jia towards the front.
The four got to the bottom of the steps and Jungkook stopped, “Here, I’ll switch.”
Jimin handed over Jisu and the dark haired toddler reached out for her Papa. She snuggled up to his chest while Jia grabbed Jimin’s small finger. Jimin let her walk up the stairs on her own.
He nearly lost his footing as he heard a familiar cat call whistle from the side of the building. He caught his hand on the railing and looked over at Jungkook’s smug smile.
“Anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?”
“Anyone ever tell you how annoying you are?”
Jimin let out a breathless laugh and then he bit back his bottom lip.
“Appa, we’re going to be late!”
“Settle down, hot pants, I’m coming.” Jimin said. Jia giggled as Jimin chased her up the stairs into the front of the building.
Jungkook watched his husband and their oldest daughter disappear behind the dance studio doors while Jisu cuddled to his shoulder. He kissed her cheek and went up the stairs after his family, disappearing behind doors he never thought he would go through.