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It still felt like a dream. There was no way this was happening. Especially not to him. His luck wasn’t that great. In fact, the universe loved dumping shit on him whenever she had the chance. But still. Here he was, a full-time student struggling to feed himself while he worked full time at a convenient store and selling his music on the side. Or at least attempting to.

Yoongi did it as a joke. A dare really. His long-time childhood friend Hoseok had made a bet with him and he lost. Big time. As punishment the dance major dressed Yoongi in tight, holy black jeans, a white and fluffy shirt, a black choker and black jacket. He drew the line at make-up, but caved when Hoseok promised he’d just do his eye liner.

Hoseok was dragged off to the dance floor by an attractive stranger. Dragged off weren’t the correct words, he went happily, a little drunk, but happily he went. Yoongi sat there, alone, nursing his vodka something drink or drinks. He doesn’t know how many he’s had. His slightly curly black hair bouncing along to the beat of the not so horrible music. When suddenly, a stranger plopped down in front of him. Startling the distracted man into almost spilling his drink.

Yoongi was going to give him the glare of all glares until he came face to face with him. He was beautiful. Almost unreal. A nice mixture of striking and soft features. His chestnut brown hair looked so soft all Yoongi wanted to do was reach out and run his hand through it.

“No offense, but you look kind of look out of place here.” Sweet lord his voice did not match his young and innocent face. Deep, a little raspy and dripped with honey. Yoongi could probably wrap himself up in it and fall asleep.

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi gave him a quizzical glare.

The stranger smiled, his lips forming into a wide heart causing Yoongi’s face to flush. God, he hoped the lighting was so awful that the stranger couldn’t see just as bright his face felt.

“You have no idea what’s happening, do you?” The stranger dragged his almond eyes over Yoongi’s upper half, biting his lower lip in the process.

Yoongi sat back in his chair, lips openly pouting. He didn’t want to show this guy how flustered he was making him.  “Obviously I don’t. So please fill me in.”

The stranger stood from his seat and took the one closest to Yoongi. His arm easily reaching over the length of Yoongi’s shoulders and basically pressed his surprisingly—although not really—soft lips against his ear. Yoongi mentally cursed when a shiver ran up his spine at the touch, his face heating more when the stranger smiled against ear.

“Its an arrangement event. For Sugar Daddies to find their sugar babies.” He whispered seductively.

Yoongi sat back, staring at the stranger with wide eyes. He grimaced when he realized why he was over here, “please don’t me you’re only over here because you think I’m a sugar baby?”

He sat back in his chair, looking away with a smug smile. “Okay, I won’t.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Yoongi whispered, trying to find his so-called friend that abandoned him to this.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way.” Taehyung introduced himself, holding his hand out.

Yoongi brought his attention back to Taehyung, hesitantly grabbing his rather large hands. “Yoongi.”

That’s how it happened. Their first meeting. The two hung out all night at the table, exchanging words, hobbies, and professions. Hoseok interrupted a few times while his new friend got him a new drink, making sure that he was alright and ignoring Yoongi’s death like glare at the same time. The night ending with the two exchanging phone numbers.

A few days later Taehyung called Yoongi at the worst possible time. He was freaking out in the convenient store’s bathroom. A sudden panic attack that was festering all day, but finally breaking free after a costumer was extremely rude towards him. Immediately worried for his wellbeing, he asked Yoongi where he worked and stupidly he divulged the information. Taehyung was still pretty much a stranger and for all Yoongi knew he could have been a serial killer.

Yoongi was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, holding his knees close to his chest. Attempting to get control of himself before he was forced back to work. Then Taehyung came in, dressed in an obviously expensive suit. He knelt beside him, not sure if he should touch Yoongi. He should have researched ways to help someone in a situation like this, but as usual he just dove right in. Ignoring the doubt, Taehyung rested his hand on the back of Yoongi’s head while the other clutched his shoulder.

Before Yoongi could even comprehend what was happening, he was being pulled into Taehyung’s chest. Being completely enveloped by his arms, a hand cradling his head close to his chest. He never felt so safe in another man’s arms before. He was so warm and secure. Just like that Yoongi was beginning to calm down, his senses being restored. His heart calming down, his mind clearing.

Taehyung didn’t want to let Yoongi go. In all honestly, he could hold him forever. Die like that. They only just met, but he felt close to him already. What would he do if Yoongi rejected him? He’s exaggerated ass would probably die. Until then, he basked in the glory that was Yoongi curling himself into a ball in between his long legs.

A few minutes later, they were pulled apart by a knock on the bathroom door. A man asking why the door was locked. Yoongi blushed as he shakily got to his feet. Turning on the faucet he apologized to the man. When the costumer cursed, Taehyung threw open the door, told the man to wait and then closed the door in his face. Yoongi broke out in a dry laugh, his gummy smile out in full force. Taehyung was caught off guard on how cute Yoongi was. Almost too cute.

Taehyung’s body moved without him telling it to, cupped Yoongi’s cheeks and pressed their lips together. But as fast as it happened, the kissed ended just as quick.

“I’m so, so sorry. I couldn’t…I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. You were just so cute and I’m an idiot. Please forgive me.” Taehyung rambled, bowing his head multiple times, almost once on the sink until Yoongi forced him to stand.

Yoongi didn’t say anything. He couldn’t muster the words. He was caught off guard. He couldn’t deny that it was a nice kiss, even if it was at an inappropriate time.

“Do you want to grab coffee after I get off?” Yoongi asked after dismissing a costumer.

Taehyung had stuck around, hanging out in commissary part of the store. He looked up at Yoongi with big eyes.

“Don’t get any funny ideas, okay?” Yoongi fumbled with the hem of his shirt, “you probably want to talk about what happened in the bathroom, right?”

“I do, yes.” Taehyung answered. “It’ll be my treat since I kissed you without permission.”

“Obviously.” Yoongi scoffed, his lips pulling into a mischievous smile. “I get off in thirty.”

It was the longest thirty minutes of Taehyung whole adult life. He went back and forth texting his best friend, Jimin, and looking at the clock. He immediately stood when he heard Yoongi tell his relief good-bye. Holding the door open, he led Yoongi to the closest café. One he frequented a lot. His table was free and was glad for it. It was tucked away in the corner, away from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears.

Yoongi held on to his cup for dear life, happy to have something warm his hands. “Listen the kiss—”

“It won’t happen again. I promise.” Taehyung said quickly.

Yoongi sighed, “I would be an idiot if I didn’t say that I liked it a little bit. The timing was off, but I still liked it.”

Taehyung stared down at his tea lovingly.

“I know how we met was…odd and we were there for different reasons.” Yoongi began to explain, “but I would like to see you more. See where this goes, but you have to promise me one thing.”

Taehyung swallowed hard at the warning glare Yoongi was giving him, “what’s that?”

“We take this, whatever this is or will be slow. I don’t know how comfortable I am with being your sugar baby.” Yoongi admitted.

Taehyung reached over, gently grabbing his hand. “For right now, lets start off as friends who go on dates. Give me a chance to redeem myself for my behavior.”

“You’re way too hard on yourself.” Yoongi joked.

“I’m serious. I’m not usually like that. I give kisses after a few weeks of knowing person.”

“So, I’m not the first person you’ve kissed. I’m kind of offended.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No—well yes—but…I…shit.” Taehyung struggled to defend himself, but when began to laugh he just stared at Yoongi in disbelief.

“I’m giving you tough time Taehyung.” Yoongi said with a stoic face. “It is cute to see you so flustered this time, though.”

“You’re awful. Maybe this is a mistake.” Taehyung swooped his hand over his forehead dramatically.

That’s how it happened. Their beginning dissolving into sweet memories. Making room for new and even sweeter moments. After a few short months of getting to know one another and sharing plenty of kisses, Yoongi accepted Taehyung’s offer in becoming his sugar baby. He didn’t like the idea of accepting his money, but when Taehyung divulged how much he made as the CEO of one the most prospering companies in South Korea, he didn’t feel as guilty (accept he did just a little bit).

Every morning was a dream. Yoongi was just hoping that the universe didn’t take a giant shit on top of it.

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He was nervous. There was no denying that. He’s never done this before. Sure he’s gone on dates, but this was something completely different. This wasn’t happening in the poor lighting of a cheap restaurant or diner. He was dressed up as well as he could as a starving college student. The restaurant was way too nice for him. The menu itself was in a foreign language. All he could order was water.

Jungkook thought he was being stood up until the waitress was leading a man towards him. “Thank you.”

When the man sat down Jungkook was floored by how young he looked. He was incredibly handsome, fair complexion, soft features and the widest shoulders he’s ever seen. It was like he was a C.E. O’s son and the main character of a Kdrama rolled into one package.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. My meeting ran longer than expected.” He apologized with a warm smile. “I’m Seokjin.”

“J-Jungkook.” He blushed when Seokjin grinned at his stutter. “Its good to finally meet you.”

“Likewise. Have you ordered yet?” Seokjin asked, putting his own menu down and flipped it shut.

Jungkook shook his head, “no. I wasn’t sure what to get.”

“That’s alright. I can order for the both of us, if that’s alright?” Seokjin motioned for the waitress to come over, “You’re still under age, correct?”

“Is that a problem?” Jungkook already knew the answer. They had had this conversation months ago, when they first began to message each other. Seokjin never ignored him because of that, he never pushed him to send risqué photos. They never sexted either. Jungkook was thankful for that, he could never get into that. He was a legal adult, but he couldn’t drink.

“You know it’s not.” Seokjin answered warmly, “besides their Italian Crème soda is the best.”

Seokjin wasn’t lying. Jungkook wasn’t one to drink sweet things, but he was starting his third by the time their food arrived. They had long burned through the usual first date questions with some mild flirting on the side.

“What do you do for work?” Jungkook asked as he broke a piece of bread off and popped it in his mouth.

Seokjin was absorbed in the way Jungkook chewed his food. Soon he was picturing the boy with long bunny ears and drawn on whiskers. When he was being stared at Seokjin shot back to reality. “I’m the CEO of a company. We deal with a lot of different things. Business, law, cosmetics, television, museums and travel.”

“That’s a lot of stuff.” Jungkook stared in awe. “It’s a family owned business, right?”

Seokjin nodded, “yep! My great grandfather was the one that started it.”

“Wow. All my great grandpa was known for was running down the street naked and drunk.”

Seokjin choked on his drink laughing. Jungkook couldn’t help, but smile so wide his eyes turned into little crescents. He loved hearing the older man laugh, it was so bright and contagious.

It was after their plates were clear and they were both drinking water when things began to get serious. The bill was laid out before them. Jungkook didn’t even want to know how much it was. He already felt guilty enough that Seokjin was paying.

“Stop that.” Seokjin said as he slid his card into the billfold.

“Stop what?”

Propping his elbows on the table, Seokjin held his head up and stared dreamily at Jungkook. “That cute pout of yours. This is the whole point of this. Letting me spoil you.”

Jungkook bowed his head, his ears were burning red. “It…its just weird for me. I’ve never had this before.”

Reaching over, Seokjin grabbed Jungkook’s hand and tightly squeezed it. “I know that this is hard for you. If I ever push you too fast, please let me know. I just want to show you what it’s like to be taken care of and not being taken advantage of.”

God that was the hardest conversation Jungkook has ever had. Revealing to Seokjin all the shitty relationships he’s been in, the times he was used and always felt horrible. At one point he was physically abused by his partner and it took months to get away from him. It took a few years to be ready to be around someone again. He just started college when his roommate was complaining about how their money was tight. His roommate was joking about how Jungkook should find a Sugar Daddy.

But Jungkook went with it. Filled everything out. Ignored all the men that asked for inappropriate pictures and left lude comments. He weeded through everyone for weeks until Seokjin messaged him. He mentally groaned and feared that it was another gross message. But he was impressed, happy even, when the message was several paragraphs long. He never asked to see anything, never typed out the sexual things he wanted to do to Jungkook. He loved his pictures, asked what he studied in college, what he did to make a living and what his favorite colors were.

“Let’s negotiate.” Seokjin interrupted his thoughts, his hands folded on the table. “You know what I want out of this. You know my terms, but I want to know what you want and, most importantly, what you don’t want.”

Jungkook sat back in his chair, his hands fidgeting in his lap. While chewing on his bottom lip he intently thought about what he wanted. “I don’t want to get hurt. Like I...” He swallowed hard, “I don’t want to get hit. I don’t want that.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened, “I would never put a hand on you. I promise I won’t. You have my word Jungkook.”

The sigh of relief was very audible. He didn’t know why, but Jungkook felt like he could trust Seokjin. He’s made that mistake too and he’s learned to guard his heart. Seokjin didn’t pressure him to continue, he waited patiently as Jungkook regrouped his thoughts. He already knew from Jungkook’s messages that he was afraid of being with anyone. That he was afraid of being hurt again. That his trust would be like a fire wall and breaking through would not be easy. Seokjin, however, was a patient man.

“I’m not ready to have…um sex. I’m not ready.” Jungkook mumbled, he was trembling, his face and ears bright red.

Seokjin couldn’t read Jungkook’s face. Maybe it was fear. Fear that the older man would walk out on him if sex wasn’t on the table. When Seokjin stood Jungkook figured that he was leaving, not happy that he wasn’t willing to be his completely. He jumped when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and the other cradled his head to Seokjin’s chest. He was suddenly warm; his body was buzzing with electricity.

When he got down on his knees, Jungkook locked eyes with Seokjin. His dark eyes were sincere and serious, his plump lips turned up in a soft smile. “I will never, ever, pressure you into something that you’re not ready for.”

“But…” Jungkook tried extremely hard to stop his lower lip from quivering. “But what if you want more and I can’t…I can’t give it to you?”

Seokjin cupped Jungkook’s cheek, his thumb stroking underneath his eye. “If that ever happens we will talk about it, but for right now let’s take things slow.”

“But I…” Jungkook was interrupted by Seokjin calming cooing him.

“You have to trust me Jungkook. I will protect you. I won’t hurt you. I promise. If I do, then you can punch me in my beautiful face.”

“Just your face?” Jungkook cracked a smile.

“Its all I have going for me these days.” Seokjin smiled smugly.

 He got to his feet and left Jungkook’s side when he the younger rolled his eyes and smiled. He settled back into his seat and repositioned his hands. “Knowing what I know now and meeting you I think I know what we should do.”

Jungkook wasn’t look down at his hands anymore, his doe eyes glued to Seokjin’s.

“Our date nights will be Fridays and Saturdays unless those days conflict with your school or work schedule. I want to keep talking to you, our usual texting and phone calls. All I want from you is a selfie a day or whenever I ask. I also want to know how you’re feeling, I don’t care if you’re feeling miserable, angry or happy. I want honesty.”

“I can do that.” Jungkook reassured him, “I will do that.”

“Good.” Seokjin leaned back in his chair, his smile bright. “Now about your allowance.”

Jungkook was nervous again and Seokjin sensed the change in his mood.

“Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“Guilty.”

Seokjin cocked his head to the side, “why? Is it because of the money?”

Jungkook nodded, “It doesn’t feel right.”

“Does it make you feel dirty even though you’re not doing anything sexual?” Seokjin asked.

“A little bit, yea.” Jungkook answered honestly.

“Can I make one thing clear? I never want you to feel that way. Me paying you isn’t meant to make you feel dirty or guilty. This is something that will benefit us both. Since I’m always busy with work I’ll get a companion who has a very cute face.” Seokjin winked, “and you’ll receive help with paying bills and food. That’s how I see it. That’s how I see you, Jungkook. You’re not a whore or slut or a gold digger. You’re just a boy who needs a little help. That’s all.”

“I think I get it now.” Jungkook said, his anxiety tampering off. “But it feels like my mom is giving me money for a video game that comes out in a few months.”

“Sometimes it feels that way.” Seokjin agreed. “There will be rules, but that’ll happen later.”

The older male stood and motioned for Jungkook to follow. They walked together out of the restaurant while Jungkook tried to remember when the waitress returned with Seokjin’s credit card. Seokjin wrapped his arm around Jungkook while they waited for his car to pull up.

“You don’t have to drive me home.” Jungkook said as the black, shiny sports car finally pulled up.

“The last shuttle bus was thirty minutes ago.” Seokjin leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Jungkook’s ear. “And besides, what kind of Daddy would I be if I let my baby walk home all alone in the dark?”

Jungkook stood there completely shook, his face brighter and redder than it had been all night. He struggled to make the words his brain was making as Seokjin helped him into the car. The drive was mainly quiet, except for the music spewing from the radio. Seokjin’s hand never left Jungkook’s thigh, his grip soft, but reassuring.

“Jesus this is confusing. How do you manage getting to your classes on time?” Seokjin asked, growling when the signs lead him down the wrong street again.

“Maybe you’re just bad at following directions.” Jungkook quipped.

“Listen here smarty pants. Why don’t you help me out and point me in the right direction?”

“Take a left up here and then an immediate right.” Jungkook pointed, “my dorm is that weird looking one with a giant tree in front.”

“Oh okay, this makes much more sense. Take a left at that weird statue and then a right at fire hydrant that has the dog statue peeing on it.” Seokjin was talking to himself, “Which one is your room?”

“I’m not telling you.” Jungkook teased when Seokjin parked the car, “thank you for driving me back.”

“It was my pleasure.” Seokjin smiled.

They fell into silence. Staring at each other, their eyes lingering on their lips. Slowly, they leaned towards one another. Seokjin caressed Jungkook’s cheek, tilting his head to the side and stayed there. He didn’t close the gap between him and Jungkook. He let Jungkook decide how far they would go. For a moment Seokjin thought that he wasn’t going to do anything, but then Jungkook placed his hands on the older’s broad shoulders. Jungkook locked their lips, fitting perfectly against his.

It was shy, but as Jungkook grew confident the kiss became more passionate. Seokjin brushed his fingers into Jungkook’s hair, slightly pushing him closer to get a better angle. Jungkook moaned against Seokjin’s lips, the grip on his shoulders tightening.

Seokjin pulled away, resting his forehead against Jungkook’s. Taking a few shaky breaths, the elder kissed Jungkook on the cheek before pulling away completely.

“Let’s stop here for now.” Seokjin smiled warmly, “go inside and get ready for bed. Send me a picture before you fall asleep.”

“Alright.” Jungkook leaned over one last time, pecking Seokjin’s cheek. Catching him off guard. It was his shocked expression. Jungkook beamed as he hopped out of Seokjin’s car and gently closed the door.

Luckily Jungkook’s roommate was out at a party. He happily took his clothes off as he went to the bathroom, turning on the hot water. The steam opened his pores and relaxed his muscles. He didn’t feel like blow drying his hair, so he towel dried his hair until it wasn’t dripping wet. He settled into bed, laying flat on his back taking in the silence. Turning on his side he grabbed his phone and readied his camera, making sure the lighting wouldn’t make him gross looking.

Seokjin’s phone lit up with a light song notifying him. He put his book down and switched to his phone. He pulled up his messages, Bunny popping up with a new picture. Seokjin squealed and pressed his lips to the phone. After a moment of geeking out, he saved the new photo to his Bunny collection. He looked so soft and cuddly, wrapped up in a thick comforter with hair sticking out in every direction.

This kid and his cuteness was going to be the death of him.

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They tore away from each other, chests heaving, smiles bright and cocky. There was something about morning sex that made the day better. Their alarms wouldn’t even go off in a few hours. Namjoon just woke up, eyes snapping wide awake. He tried and tried to fall back asleep, but there was an itch that needed to be scratched. That’s why he crawled under the covers, snaked his way over to Jimin’s side and took his soft cock into his mouth until the other woke up.

Jimin punished him for waking him. He flipped Namjoon onto his back and tied his hands behind his back. Jimin took his time teasing the elder, taking him slowly until Namjoon was in tears from the need to be filled. Jimin caved and gave Namjoon what he wanted, but he did it roughly. Whispering dirty things in his ear, calling him degrading names, man handling him and wouldn’t let him cum until he got off first.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” Jimin rasped, tossing his hair back with a quick swipe of his hand. He turned onto his, an arm propping his head up. Jimin trailed his fingers over Namjoon’s exposed belly, causing ticklish spasms.

“I don’t see it that way.” Namjoon smiled at him cheekily.

“I’m in meetings all day. The least you could have done was waited until my alarm was closer to going off.” Jimin pretended to be offended, but failed. He had the softest spot for Namjoon, his Joonie, and the elder knew it.

“Are you going to untie me?” Namjoon moved onto his side a little to reveal that his hands were still bound together. “They’re starting to go numb.”

Jimin thought on it for a moment, just to make Namjoon sweat, but eventually undid his knost. As soon as his hands were free Jimin attached himself to Namjoon and wouldn’t budge.

Namjoon chuckled, “what are you going?”

“Getting a nap in before my alarm goes of and I’m using you as a pillow.” Jimin snuggled closer, burying his head in the nook of Namjoon’s neck. He didn’t mind of course, he loved it when Jimin got all cuddly after a hard session. It was more for Namjoon’s benefit anyway. To know that Jimin loved him enough to make him feel safe after being called such harsh things. After being driven to his breaking point, only to be reeled in with warmth and belonging.

Namjoon had no idea how lucky he was to meet Jimin at a work function. After years of being in horrid relationships where he was mistreated and casted aside when he spoke up about it. Of course, Jimin understood why Namjoon was reluctant to start anything. After he heard the gossip that surrounded the fresh college graduate, he knew he needed to tread lightly.

But Jimin couldn’t help. Namjoon was all tough and inapproachable on the outside, but on the inside? He was an awkward, lanky, teddy bear. Cute to boot with dimples that Jimin just wanted to poke and kiss. But there was something else too. Jimin wanted to dominate him completely. He wanted Namjoon writhing beneath him, face flushed with tears and begging him for more. Or less. He wanted to push every limit. He wanted to spoil him.

Namjoon was a little surprised when Jimin came up with the idea of being his Sugar Daddy. He didn’t really like the idea of Jimin paying for things, but if he had to be honest living on his own was difficult. If it was just a few hundred bucks here and there then who was he to complain? It was Jimin’s money after all. But when a few thousand showed up in his bank account, Namjoon flipped. He called Jimin, frantically mixing his words, freaking out. Jimin had to go over to his apartment to calm him down. They spent the entire day on Namjoon’s hand-me-down couch from his uncle just holding each other. By the end of it, Namjoon understood everything. He never brought up the money thing again, just put what he didn’t use into his savings.

After two years of their Sugar Daddy, sugar baby, secret relationship Jimin asked Namjoon to move in. Namjoon’s apartment was going to be torn down because it was literally falling apart. Jimin didn’t want him to stress out over finding a new place. Jimin’s apartment wasn’t exactly an apartment, it was more like a condo. It was huge. Namjoon could blast his music and Jimin wasn’t bothered by it.

The first month took Jimin by surprised. When Namjoon said that he couldn’t be trusted in the kitchen he wasn’t kidding. He simply touched the microwave and it caught on fire. The handle to the oven fell of and pipe to the kitchen sink busted. Jimin banned him from the kitchen within two weeks.  He wasn’t even allowed to touch the utensils, plates, bowls and cups.

He knew Namjoon was clumsy, he’s seen him trip over nothing at work, but some how it was worse at home. He’d bump into walls, trip over table walls and somehow—somehow—fall out of chairs. Jimin was almost tempted to wrap Namjoon up in bubble wrap and refuse to let him out in the world. Thank god he took the bus to work, but he feared that if Namjoon touched it it would blow up.

Needless to say, he earned his God of Destruction title.

“Do you have to go in today?” Namjoon asked, sounding as disappointed as he looked. Puffy, pouting lips, deeply sad eyes.

“It’s a budget meeting. I can’t avoid it.” Jimin replied dryly.

Jimin felt Namjoon’s body sink into the bed with his heavy sigh. He knew Namjoon wanted to talk about how many hours he was logging in, but it was worth it. Namjoon probably didn’t see it that way.

“C’mere Joonie.” Jimin softly said, moving to sit against the headboard. He patted his lap, ordering for Namjoon to straddle him. Neither of them were ready for another round, they liked to take their time recovering their energies.  

Namjoon obliged Jimin, however, and climbed on top of him. Jimin rested a hand on Namjoon’s waist while the other caressed his cheek. Namjoon bit his lip and dodged Jimin’s eyes, fidgeting with the blanket with his long nimble fingers. His nervous habits made Jimin inwardly groan. How could a grown ass man be so incredibly cute?

“Hey.” Jimin spoke softly, nudging Namjoon to look at him with his finger under his chin. “You know I love you right?”

Namjoon nodded his head, fighting the urge to duck his head to hide his flushed cheeks.

“I know that you want to contribute more, but honestly you’ve done enough.” Jimin said carefully. “Do you know how boring and dull my life was before you? I never wanted to go to these meetings, no matter how much money was in it for me. I like spoiling you. I like buying you things and taking you on trips. I get why you feel guilty and I know it won’t do me any good to ask you not to feel that way because you are good person Joonie.”

Jimin paused, giving Namjoon a chance to speak. Even after two years of being together, Namjoon still guarded his heart. Jimin let Namjoon rest against him, cradling his head close to Jimin’s heart, sighing at Jimin’s soft touch his fingers threaded through his purple hair. The warmth and safety that came with the secure arm wrapped around his waist. It was a nasty habit of his, swallowing words that made him seem weak in other’s eyes.

It was ironic that Namjoon never spoke about his feelings in a sweet situation like this. Especially when his raps were so personal in his underground life. He wasn’t afraid of Jimin. Not anymore. This wasn’t the first time that he held back, however. Namjoon wished he could just let go of this habit, especially when Jimin was so kind. He wondered how long Jimin would put up with him when he got like this though. He’d eventually throw him out like the others did.

“Stop that.” Jimin suddenly said, snapping Namjoon from his thoughts.

Namjoon glanced up at Jimin, “stop what?”

“Those thoughts.” Jimin moved his hand from Namjoon’s head to wrap around his shoulder.

“I…I don’t know…” Namjoon didn’t finish his sentence because Jimin’s whole body tensed.

Jimin didn’t like to be lied to. It was his number one rule. Never lie. Always tell the truth. He didn’t care how brutal it was.

“I’m sorry.” Namjoon sat up in his original position. He placed both hands on Jimin’s cheeks, marveled at how sharp his jaw line was. His smile developed his dimples and reached his eyes turning them into crescent moons. “I love you Jimin. I love and appreciate everything that you’ve done for me. I just wish I could do more. I hate that you take on so much for me. I’m happy with whatever you can provide without putting yourself into the grave.”

Namjoon pressed his lips against Jimin’s, scooting himself closer onto Jimin’s lap, arms going around his dominates’s neck. The grip around Namjoon’s waist tightened as Namjoon rose to his knees in order to deepen the kiss. Locking lips over and over, grinding against each other until neither could take it anymore.

“Ride me.” Jimin whispered his order, their lips inches away from each other, staring intensely into each other’s eyes. “Joonie. Ride me.”

Namjoon reached behind him, grabbing Jimin’s cock to hold it steady as he slowly took him it. It hadn’t been that long since Jimin last fucked him, but he still wanted to be safe.

The grip around Jimin’s cock was tight and Namjoon’s own member leaked at the full sensation. They were perfect together. Puzzle pieces connecting.  Namjoon rocked himself against Jimin, his hands never leaving Jimin shoulders, needing to be touched as his cock ached for it. But another rule of Jimin’s was that he couldn’t touch himself unless he asked permission. Most of the time Jimin took care of it without Namjoon begging for it.

It wouldn’t take either of them long to finish. It hadn’t even been an hour since their last session. Jimin had long taken over, thrusting up into Namjoon at a pace that had them both a moaning mess. Jimin finally pumped Namjoon’s cock with hand, making the elder arch his back at the added pleasure.

“Cum for me Joonie. Be a good boy and cum.” Jimin nipped at Namjoon’s exposed neck, stroking his cock faster and thanks to the new angle, he was able to hit Namjoon’s sweet spot.

With a loud, gurgle moan Namjoon came. Strings of white plastering all over Jimin’s stomach. Jimin continued his attack on Namjoon’s cock until writhed due to overstimulation. He released the twitching cock, placing both hands on Namjoon’s hip and snapped his hips against the other’s. Jimin chased his fix until he spilled his seed deep inside Namjoon, repeating his name with deep moans.

They laid there, even more sweaty than before. Their mess was even worse. Namjoon would have to put the sheets into the wash while Jimin showered for his meeting.

“You know you’re right Namjoon.” Jimin suddenly said after he had caught his breath. “I won’t go to the meeting today and you’re not going to work either.”

“I’m not?” Namjoon gaped at him.

“Nope.” Jimin smiled mischievously, leaning forward and kissing the taller man passionately. “I’d rather have you like this all day.”

“Really?” Namjoon beamed, eyes brightening when his brow line rose. “You mean that?”

Jimin giggled, the high pitch giggle that Namjoon loved, “if I knew that chaining you to the bed made you that happy I would have done that a long time ago.”

Namjoon’s entire face, ears included, burned red. “T-that’s…that’s not what I meant.”

“I know.” Jimin kissed his nose, “I just wanted to see you get all flustered.”

            “You’re awful!” Namjoon exaggerated, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

            Jimin pounced on him, tackling him onto his back—tickling him until Namjoon was begging for him to stop with tears in his eyes. Jimin planted kisses all over Namjoon’s face and chest as he caught his breath. Settling his lips in the nook of Namjoon’s neck, Jimin suckled the flesh until he was sure that there would be a giant, flourishing hicky.

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Yoongi wasn’t answering his phone. Taehyung was sitting in his office, a finger rubbing his temple as he stared intensely down at his phone. The screen has been black for a good two hours. Meaning radio silence from his baby. He knew how Yoongi could get if school and work were eating away at him, but he made a promise last time that he’d at least tell Taehyung when he felt stressed. Side way glancing at the clock on the wall, Taehyung decided to clock out for the day. He left a note for his secretary that he’d be back tomorrow afternoon. Being the boss had its perk.

On his way to Yoongi’s tiny apartment, Taehyung stopped to grab them something to eat. Well he grabbed Yoongi something to eat. After a few months of their arrangement Taehyung noticed that he didn’t eat a lot. However, after a year of them being together Taehyung realized that Yoongi would forget about food altogether when he was stressed out. He’d live on coffee, junk food from the convenient store he worked at and naps. It took threatening to take him to the hospital if he didn’t leave his school work alone and eat actual food.

Yoongi didn’t answer the door. Taehyung groaned, his head banging against the door. He cursed and rang the doorbell again. Still no answer. He hoped he had his headphones on and that he didn’t collapse. Panicking, Taehyung banged on the door several—very loud—times. He was mid pounding when the door swung open.

“What?” Yoongi snapped.

Taehyung was too taken aback by his love’s appearance to be angry anymore. He looked…awful. His clothes were hanging off him, the bags underneath his eyes were puffy and purple. His skin wasn’t healthy looking at all and his hair was an oily mess. Yoongi looked sick.

“I was worried when you didn’t answer my calls or texts.” Taehyung said sternly, following Yoongi into the apartment, which looked the same as Yoongi. It was trashed. Yoongi didn’t own a lot of things for his place to look this horrible.

“I’m fine. You didn’t have to come over.” Yoongi scowled.

“That’s not part of our deal.” Taehyung cleared an area on the counter and placed the bag of food on it. Noting that the sink was full of dishes. “Remember? You answer to let me know that you’re alive.”

Yoongi glanced sideways. He knew that Taehyung was right, but he wasn’t going to admit that. Taehyung approached him and grabbed his hand, lifting it to his lips. “You’re supposed to tell me when you start to feel overwhelmed.”

“I didn’t want to bother you.” Yoongi said defensively.

“You would have saved me from boring paper work.” Taehyung admitted freely.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and scoffed, “whatever.”

Taehyung’s jaw dropped slightly as Yoongi disappeared down the hall. Yoongi’s rude attitude catching him by surprise. He was biting back the anger, the urge to follow him to make him listen, but he knew that wouldn’t work. No. Taehyung needed the big guns. He dialed the number belonging to his savior, putting the phone to his ear and watched Yoongi’s door.

“I’m sorry for bothering you. I need your help. Its Yoongi.” Taehyung explained, “I…I don’t know what to do.”

Taehyung’s leg was bouncing as he sat impatiently waiting for his help. Yoongi never wandered out of his room, but he knew that he was awake. He could hear him talking to himself and walking around.

A soft knock echoed throughout the apartment. Taehyung quickly answered and let the man inside. “Thank you for coming, Hoseok.”

“My best friend is acting like an erratic fool. I’d call me too.” Hoseok smile was warm and inviting. “He won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not worried about him hurting me. I’m worried about him hurting himself.” Taehyung picked at one of his cuticles, a nasty, nervous habit of his. “How long have you two been friends?”

“Since elementary school. Yoongi didn’t talk much.” Hoseok chuckled, “he scared the shit out of the other children.”

“Except you?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m not afraid of anything.” Hoseok stuck his nose up.

“I’ve seen a video of you handling a snake that says otherwise.” Taehyung said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Wow. Rude.” Hoseok’s smile dropped. “Is he in his room?”

“He hasn’t left.” Taehyung replied, following Hoseok to Yoongi’s room.

There was no answer when Hoseok knocked. The two waited for the door to open until Hoseok opened the door out of the same fear Taehyung felt. They found Yoongi curled up on his bed, laptop in his lap and giant headphones covering his ears. They each took the side of the bed, Taehyung pulled the headphones off as Hoseok took the laptop away. Yoongi waved his arms in protest, cursing, trying to go after his device. Hoseok didn’t hesitate to pin Yoongi to the bed, holding his hands above his head.

Taehyung watched as they struggled, ready to separate them if a fight breaks out. But it never happened. Yoongi eventually gave up, his body going limp. His rigids hands going soft, his breathing evening out. He closed his eyes a few times, taking deep breaths and then opening his eyes.

“Are you calmed down now?” Hoseok asked.

Yoongi nodded, lips puffed out in an adorable pout, eyes shifting side to side. He locked eyes with Taehyung, he couldn’t place the man’s expression. He was shocked, worried and maybe even a little sad. Hoseok was used to Yoongi’s little tantrums, but Taehyung never has. Sure, he lost is temper about school and rude customers, but the moment Hoseok took his laptop away it was like Yoongi regressed into a child.

“Good.” Hoseok leaned down, overlapping their lips, his hands slowly moving from Yoongi’s wrists to cup his face. Yoongi’s clutched the fabric of Hoseok’s shirt, his knees curling when Hoseok bucked against him.

Taehyung jumped back a little at the sudden action. He knew that Hoseok and Yoongi had hooked up in the past. From what Yoongi told him they had only slept together out of boredom. They ended their physical relationship when Hoseok was accepted by a college a day away, leaving Yoongi behind. The dance major was called back home when his mother fell ill. Taehyung didn’t press the matter any further, from the look of Yoongi’s saddened expression Hoseok’s mother never got better.

“Will you be a good boy?” Hoseok asked, a hand on Yoongi’s cheek as he lovingly stared down at him.

Yoongi nodded again. Hoseok moved back to his original position, letting Yoongi to sit up. He looked small, Taehyung thought. Maybe he lost more weight that he thought. Or maybe it was because there was an extra person in the room.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you Taehyung. I broke my promise.”

“What promise was that?” Hoseok looked towards Taehyung, eyebrows popping.

“The last time he was stressed out he did this. Yoongi ignored my calls and texts.” Taehyung explained, “when he explained it to me I wasn’t as angry. I made him promise me that he would talk to me when he got overwhelmed. That I would help him. That’s what I’m here for.”

Hoseok glanced between Yoongi and Taehyung. His mind forming theories and connecting dots.

“He’s my sugar daddy Hoseok.” Yoongi said bluntly.

            “I was wondering how you were paying rent with that shitty ass job.” Hoseok said. “Thank you can help me pay my car off?”

            “I have a friend looking for companionship.” Taehyung replied quickly.

            “I was totally kidding.”

            Taehyung smiled and winked, “so was I. Sort of.”

            They sat in silence for a few minutes. Hoseok was playing with the strings from his ripped pants and Taehyung had moved closer to Yoongi—placing a gentle hand on his thin shoulder.

            “So, I’m curious.” Hoseok broke the silence. “Your relationship. There are rules?”

            Taehyung nodded, “its not unusual in our sort of relationship. I have rules Yoongi must follow and Yoongi has rules that I must follow.”

            “What are you rules for Yoongi?” Hoseok asked.

            “A selfie a day, I just want to know that he made it out of bed. I want to know how he’s feeling, no matter how horrible it is. He has to take his medication, which…you haven’t been have you?” Taehyung tilted his head to the side, his eyes trying to search Yoongi’s down casted gaze.

            “No.” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders.

            “Why not?” Hoseok asked. He was concerned now. He knew Yoongi struggled with depression and anxiety. He didn’t know, however, that his slightly older friend was back on his medication.

            “I don’t like them. They make my heart race.” Yoongi explained.

            “Why didn’t you tell me, Yoon? That’s an easy fix.” Taehyung moved his hand to Yoongi’s temple, his thumb massaging the area.

            “I thought you’d be mad.” Yoongi’s voice cracked.

            “I could never be mad at you…well except that one time you said I horrid fashion sense.” Taehyung joked.

            “You do.” Yoongi fired back quickly.

            “Do you?” Hoseok glanced over Taehyung’s clothes, “Jesus did Gucci throw up on you?”

            Taehyung rolled his eyes, “stop ganging up on me.”

            Yoongi cracked a smile, Hoseok poked his cheek when he saw a little bit of his gums. Yoongi smacked the hand away, glaring at him.

            “What are his rules?” Hoseok returned to their conversation.

            “He needs to back off if he gets too clinging. And if I don’t want to send him nudes or doesn’t want sex he can’t get butt hurt and act like an ass when I say no.” Yoongi said as if he was reciting a line from a script.

            “That’s a good rule.” Hoseok poked Yoongi’s cheek again, “he hasn’t been an ass, has he?”

            “No. Taehyung is a good guy.” Yoongi smiled warmly at Taehyung. He crawled over to Taehyung, wrapping his arms around his neck and straddled his waist. Taehyung’s large hands went to Yoongi’s waist, pulling him forward until their noses barely touched.

            Hoseok watched the two share a tender kiss. Feeling a little bit left out, he stood up to give them the room until tiny hands grabbed his wrist. He whipped his head around at the same time Taehyung stood to take his jacket off. Yoongi was crawling over to Hoseok’s side of the bed, sitting up on his heads as his hands clutched Hoseok’s shirt.

            “Stay Hoseok. Please?” Yoongi pouted, his dark eyes pleading. “I need this.”

            Hoseok looked towards Taehyung who was unbuttoning his shirt. “Are you alright with this?”

            Taehyung nodded with a soft smile, shedding himself of his jacket and shoes. “If Yoon is comfortable with whatever he’s scheming, then I’m fine with it.”

 Yoongi helped Hoseok out of his unnecessary clothing and pulled him onto the bed. “You make it sound like I’m gonna suck his blood or something.”

Taehyung chuckled returning to the bed with an extra blanket, “I wouldn’t put it pass you.”

“Wow. Rude.” Yoongi pouted as Hoseok laid back against the headboard, an arm stretching out to make room for Yoongi. Once Yoongi settled himself on Hoseok, his head hiding in the crook of Hoseok’s neck and his legs curled up to his chest, Taehyung joined them. His arms and legs automatically seeking out Yoongi’s body, wrapping themselves around the small man’s body.

Hoseok gently brushed through Yoongi’s soft hair while Taehyung kissed whispers along the back of his neck and over his shoulder. Yoongi squirmed against both of them, his face diving further and further into Hoseok’s flesh to try and hide the flush appearing on his cheeks.

“Is someone getting turned on?” Taehyung teased, his lips leaving more kisses against his neck.

Yoongi shook his head while whining, the grip he had on Hoseok’s shirt becoming tighter. He felt Taehyung snack his arm around his waist and over his pants, feeling a hard bulging forming in the fabric.

“I think someone is lying to me.” Taehyung muttered hotly in Yoongi’s ear, “do you remember the punishment for lying to me?”

Yoongi nodded, still too afraid to voice his answer because he knew his voice would crack.

“Do you want me or Hoseok to spank you while you suck one of us off?” Taehyung asked again in the same manner as before.

Yoongi whined again, his cock twitching under Taehyung’s hand. Taehyung glanced up and saw Hoseok’s glazed over, lustful eyes. “I think Hoseok would be for that.”

Taehyung slid away from Yoongi, scooted off the bed and went to the foot of it. Yoongi titled his head a little, peeking at Taehyung who was motioning at him with a finger to come to him. Yoongi removed himself from Hoseok, crawled over to Taehyung. Hoseok took this opportunity to get off the bed himself and free his throbbing member from the prison of his pants.

Taehyung helped Yoongi off the bed, cupping the sides of his face and pulled him into a deep lasting kiss. His hands slid down Yoongi’s body, stopping when he felt the rolled-up waist band of his pants. “Do you remember your safe words?”

“Yes.” Yoongi replied weakly, his eyes still closed from their kiss.

“What are they?” Taehyung asked, giving Hoseok a pointed look to make sure he was listening. And he was, he was listening and watching intently.

“Green is go, yellow is slow down and red is stop.” Yoongi recited.

“And where are you right now?” Taehyung asked, slowly peppering kisses down Yoongi’s check to his neck until he hit the spot that made Yoongi’s toes curl.

Yoongi panted, “green.”

“Good boy. Now go give Hoseok a kiss.” Taehyung ordered as his slid Yoongi’s pants down to his ankles and helped him out foot by foot.

            Yoongi was on top of Hoseok in a matter of seconds, his cock bouncing with every move. Welcoming Yoongi into his arms, Hoseok pulled him into another passionate kiss. His hands going to the back of Yoongi’s head and tugged at his roots. Yoongi moaned into the kiss, precum dripping from the tip of his cock and on to Hoseok’s.

“How many spankings do you think he deserves?” Taehyung asked, his hand running over Yoongi’s plump ass.

Hoseok pulled away from their kiss with a low hum, staring intensely into Yoongi’s eyes. “I think until I cum down his throat.” Yoongi attempted to muffle his moan by biting his lips, but Hoseok tugged his head back, “I know it’s been awhile since we’ve fucked around, but you know I like it when you’re vocal.”

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi gasped.

“Sorry what?”

“I’m sorry Sir.” Yoongi moaned, trying to earn his points back.

Hoseok released his hair and patted the back of his head, “good. Now be a good boy and suck my cock.”

“Yes Sir.”

Yoongi settled himself in between Hoseok’s legs, taking the member into his hand and slowly wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock. Saliva spilled out until Yoongi was satisfied that Hoseok’s cock was covered well enough. Taehyung stood behind Yoongi, watching him pump his hand over another man’s cock. He propped Yoongi’s ass up, smoothing it over again before he dealt the first blow.

Yoongi flinched a little as he took Hoseok’s cock halfway into his mouth. Hoseok hissed, letting his head fall against the headboard as Yoongi took his deeper. Taehyung landed another hard slap against Yoongi’s cheek, the compromised boy moaned loudly around the member. Out of habit, Yoongi separated his legs out further giving Taehyung a beautiful view.

“Good boy.” Taehyung complimented lovingly, “do you like this, slut?”

Yoongi groaned at the new nickname, taking Hoseok deeper until his cock hit the back of his throat.

“Oh shit.” Hoseok murmured.

Taehyung slapped the other cheek, the force of it sending him forward slightly—making Yoongi choke on Hoseok. His hands went to the back of Yoongi’s head, pulling his head back to give him a little breathing room. Yoongi’s tongue worked on the veins on the underside of his cock, Hoseok bit his bottom lip at the lush feeling and moaned again.

Taehyung underhanded spanks both cheeks, Yoongi moaned even louder. He wondered if his neighbors could hear them, hear how much of slut he was. That thought alone turned him on even more, his cock raging from not being touched.

“Such a good mouth.” Hoseok mumbled as Yoongi worked over his member down his throat, sucking and swallowing around it. “Oooh fuck.”

“He’s good, isn’t he?” Taehyung asked cheekily, pulling apart Yoongi’s cheeks and then spanking one.

“He was never this good.” Hoseok complimented, brushing the bangs out of Yoongi’s face. “Such a good slut.”

Hoseok bucked his hips making Yoongi choke on his cock again. He repeated the motion until he felt Yoongi pull away from his member, never uttering a safety word. He relieved his aching jaw for a moment, he took Hoseok’s balls into his mouth and sucked on them until the pain went away. Hoseok’s mouth released a few more curse words, muttering that he was close.

Getting the hint Yoongi took Hoseok back into his mouth, but added his fingers to work Hoseok’s balls. Hoseok bucked his hips again, his moans becoming louder and louder as Taehyung’s spankings became more frequent. Yoongi fought through the pain, until he felt strings of hot cum shoot down his throat.

Hoseok held his head still, “take it all slut. Swallow all of it.”

Taehyung took a few steps back, moving his wrists back and forth and smoothing out his palms. His own erection aching to be free, to feel the inside of Yoongi’s mouth.

Everything was still for a moment; the only sound were Hoseok’s finishing moans and exhausted pants. When Yoongi finished swallowing, he got to his knees and wiped away the few stray tears that escaped with his palm.

Hoseok caressed his cheek, lovingly staring at him, “let me see. Open up.”

Yoongi opened his mouth wide.

“You swallowed all of Sir’s cum?” Hoseok asked.

Yoongi nodded, “yes Sir.”

“Good boy.” Hoseok leaned up and kissed him, tasting himself on Yoongi’s cheek. “Now I think your Daddy needs your attention.”

Yoongi turned towards Taehyung who stood there with his own pants long forgotten, stroking himself. “C’mere baby boy.”

Yoongi put himself in front of Taehyung’s cock, opening his mouth for him.

Taehyung patted his cheek sweetly and tossed Hoseok a bottle of lube, “good boy. Could you prep him for me?”

Hoseok beamed, “absolutely.”

Taehyung moaned when he felt Yoongi’s mouth wrap around his cock without telling him too. “Such a greedy slut.”

Yoongi moaned in agreement. He worked his tongue around Taehyung’s cock, groaning loudly when he felt Hoseok’s lubed fingers enter his hole. Taehyung slowly rocked his hips, not wanting to cum just yet. He bit his bottom lip, fighting the urge. “God your fucking mouth…”

Yoongi pushed back against Hoseok’s finger, letting him know that he was ready for another one. Hoseok obliged by adding another digit, curling them up—searching for his prostate. Yoongi jumped and practically screamed when Hoseok found it, his neglected cock throbbing even more now as a heat pooled in his abdomen.

Hoseok pulled back, “you can’t cum just yet. Daddy has to cum inside you first.”

“There’s a cock ring in the top drawer.” Taehyung muttered quickly. Yoongi whined in frustration. All he wanted was to cum right then there. Instead, Hoseok withdrew his fingers all together and rummaged through his top drawer. He felt the cold object slide over his hot member, tears forming in his eyes again because he knew it’d be awhile until he’d get to cum.

“Liars don’t get to cum that easily.” Taehyung tugged Yoongi’s head back. He licked his lips when he saw Yoongi’s tears slide down his face. “What’s your color?”

Taehyung pulled out of Yoongi’s mouth to let him answer, “green Daddy.”

“Good boy. Good slut.” Taehyung sternly said, “do you like Sir’s fingers in your ass?”

“Yes Daddy.” Yoongi answer, running his tongue all over Taehyung’s cock.

“Do you want to be taken like this? A cock in your mouth and a cock in your ass?” Taehyung asked.

Yoongi paused before he answered, “yes.”

“What do you want, slut?” Hoseok asked, his fingers working Yoongi’s prostate again.

“I want my throat and ass fucked at the same time.” Yoongi replied, moaning and bucking his hips. “Please, I’m gonna cum.”

            “Let him cum, but keep the ring on him.” Taehyung suggested.

            “No! Please, let me cum. I’ll be good!” Yoongi begged.

            “You heard your Daddy.” Hoseok pumped his fingers until he felt Yoongi tremble before him. Several soft cries escaped his lips as his cock twitched and his hips bucked.

            “Such a good boy.” Taehyung muttered as he brushed Yoongi’s hair with his nimble fingers. “Let’s see how many times you can cum like that until you break. What’s your color?”

            “Green.” Yoongi answered, his voice shaky.

            “Are you sure?” Taehyung asked again, “what’s your color?”

            Yoongi looked up straight up at him, hesitation not to be found in his eyes. “Green.”

            Hoseok helped Taehyung reposition Yoongi, his ass being presented to Taehyung. Taking his cock, Taehyung coated it with lube and applied more to Yoongi’s hole. Slowly, he pushed his cock into Yoongi. They both moaned when Taehyung tampered off, his cock deeply buried in Yoongi’s ass. Before he started thrusting, Taehyung tied his tie around Yoongi’s neck and pulled him up until his back met Taehyung torso.

            “Such a good little slut for Daddy.” Taehyung whispered into Yoongi’s ear. “Do you want Daddy to cum inside you?”

            “Please cum inside me Daddy.” Yoongi begged, eyes slightly shut and face flushed.

            “Good boy.” Taehyung kissed the nook of Yoongi’s neck and began to thrust inside him.

            Yoongi had never been louder. His moans and pleas bouncing off the walls. Taehyung was aggressive and dominating, but never like this. Yoongi was pretty sure it was Hoseok that changed his Daddy’s persona, he had that effect on people. Not that he minded. He loved the feeling of being taken by two men.

            He begged to cum over and over. Made promised that he’d be a good boy for the both of them. But the two dominates never allowed him to. Never moved to take the blasted ring off his throbbing member. Yoongi had cam dryly he didn’t know how many times. He lost count after Hoseok cam inside his ass for the second time. It was when his body started to give out when they finally laid him down with Taehyung still inside him.

            Hoseok eased the ring off his cock and left him alone. Disappearing out of the room. It was just him and Taehyung now, who was slowly, but deeply fucking him. Taehyung’s arms were underneath Yoongi, hugging him to his body. His lips feathering kisses up his neck to his ear.

            “You can cum Yoongi. Cum for Daddy.” Taehyung sweetly whispered with one final thrust into Yoongi, spilling inside him again. “Such a good boy for Daddy.”

            Taehyung’s sweet words and the feeling of his cum coating inside him sent him over the edge. He cam hard, hot liquid pouring out in thick ropes. Yoongi cried at the release as he held onto Taehyung for dear life.

            “Such a good boy.” Taehyung said again as Yoongi shook from the aftershocks of his climax. “You did such a good job, Yoongi. Daddy is so, so proud of you.”

            Yoongi nuzzled into the crook of Taehyung’s neck, whimpering slightly when Taehyung pulled out.

            The next time he woke he was in his bed, fully dressed in a clean shirt and clean sweat pants. The blankets that he was curled up in and the ones that were below him felt clean too. Even his pillow cases smelled like his laundry detergent. He sat up, wincing a little at how sore his ass and jaw felt. The lamp beside his table provided a little light in his room. He noted that it smelled a little like sex and the air freshener he kept under his bathroom sink. His room was even cleaner.

            Hoseok. He was always such a neat freak. Yoongi wouldn’t be surprised if his entire apartment was spotless, his dishes put away and his laundry done. Hell, his dresser might be even more organized thanks to that dominating asshole.

            “You’re awake?” Taehyung had poked his head through the door, obviously just to check in on him.

            Yoongi smiled and held his arms out wide for Taehyung. He obliged, crawling onto the bed and took Yoongi into his arms.

            “How are you feeling?” Taehyung asked.

            “Hungry.” Yoongi’s reply made Taehyung laugh.

            “Hoseok made you some food before he left.” Taehyung kissed Yoongi’s temple. “He was throwing a fit the entire time because all you had was ramen and soup in your cupboards.”

            “He’s been doing that since we were in middle school. His mom taught him how to cook.” Yoongi explained.

            Taehyung hummed in acknowledgement, “he’s a good guy. I hope we can become friends.”

            Yoongi scoffed, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle two literal balls of energy and sunshine.”

            “You’ll find a way to cope.” Taehyung said as a matter of fact. “Speaking of coping. I called your doctor. I asked about the side effects you’re experiencing, and she said that that was normal. They are options for you. You can try a lower dosage of the medicine you’re on or try a completely different prescription. But that’s up to you.”

            “You didn’t have to do that.” Yoongi mumbled, pouting that Taehyung went out of his way to do that. “But thank you.”

            “You’re welcome.” Taehyung smiled warmly down at Yoongi and held him tighter. “Do you wanna eat in bed?”

            “Holy fuck yes.” Yoongi said, sighing in relief that he wouldn’t have to get up.

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Mmkay so here's the deal. I got a new job, I put my two week notice in and my last day is the 26th. I'll be moving in with my sister, her husband and three kids. So for the next few weeks I'll be busy packing and working and driving (sweet Jesus I'll be so happy when this is all over so I won't have to drive back and forth anymore). That being said I don't think I'll have time to write and update like I want until everything is settled. Because even when I start my new job I have to train for a week and I don't know what my schedule will be like. I know I'll be working 7 P.M to 7:30 A.M. (help me I'm gonna die during these 12 hour shifts but the money is worth it).

On that note I need ideas. I kind of hit the road running with Sugar. I already having an idea for the next Minjoon chapter, but I can't think of what to do for the next chapters. I was thinking that you guys could help me with that. If there's anything you want to see happen please let me know I'll do my best at writing them once a week. 

I also want to thank all of you have left kudos and comments. I really appreciate them. It keeps me going, it truly does. 

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Jimin was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, gently shoving his toothbrush around as he watched Namjoon shave in the mirror. There was something off about the giant that Jimin couldn’t place. He was acting like his normal self, but he just seemed…nervous. Their relationship wasn’t in any danger because the two were ridiculously careful about being around each other at work. The only ones who really knew that they were dating were their friends and a few family members.

            “I gotta spit.” Jimin mumbled with a mouthful of minty fresh foam.

            Namjoon moved aside, ducking his head to avoid Jimin’s eyes. Jimin pretended to ignore it so they could complete their morning ritual. After they dressed and made sure everything was in order in Jimin’s briefcase and Namjoon’s ratty old messenger bag, they retreated to the kitchen where Jimin made them breakfast.

            When Jimin turned to face Namjoon in a full on “Kiss the Chef” apron over his suit, he found his giant typing away on his laptop. His brow was screwed together in concentration, chewing on his bottom lip.

            “Namjoon we talked about this. No laptop.” Jimin motioned with the cheesy spatula.

            “Sorry, it’s the EXO account. It still has a lot of bugs.” Namjoon replied emotionless, but he saved whatever he was working on and packed it away. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

            “You. Stay there.” Jimin ordered jokingly. He knew Namjoon hated sitting there, but it was for the sake of the kitchen appliances.

            “I feel like a child.” Namjoon pouted.

            “I know, but I honestly don’t mind.” Jimin smiled as he proudly finished both omelets without them breaking apart.

            When the plate was set in front of Namjoon his stomach dropped. He didn’t know if he had the nerves of steel to actually eat. He was too nervous. He looked over at Jimin, smiled widely and focused on the food. He ate a few bites, but after he was sure Jimin was caught up with reading the paper and eating he stopped.

            He knew Namjoon wasn’t eating. Its why he put less in his omelet, but he still needed to eat. Jimin was watching him out of the corner of his eye, he took quick glances over the rim of his coffee. He was watching Namjoon very closely. He thought it was work causing him stress, but he’s seen Namjoon handle tougher projects than the EXO one. There was something else that Jimin wasn’t seeing.

            “How are you feeling today?” Jimin asked setting the paper down.

            “Fine.” Namjoon lied. He knew that. Jimin knew that. He still did it though. Namjoon wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was playing with his food to make it look like he was eating.

            “Joonie…” Jimin spoke softly. “Please don’t lie.”

            “I’m not. I’m fine. I promise.” Namjoon smiled, dimples and all. He stood up and took his plate into the kitchen and tucked his food away in some tuperware. “I’ll take the rest to work.”

            Jimin walked him out. Its what they did every day to throw off suspicion. Namjoon would take the bus and Jimin would drive. Unless the weather made a ripple in their plans, then Jimin would drive him to the bus stop that was closest to their work and he’d drive in the rest of the way. Maybe that was it. Maybe Namjoon felt like he was a dirty little secret, that he didn’t really matter to Jimin.

            At the thought, Jimin clenched his jaw. He knew he couldn’t stop Namjoon from thinking that way and he did the best he could to shoo away those thoughts. Fear struck him suddenly. What if Namjoon was planning on leaving him. After the years they’ve spent together, what if it was ending?

Jimin to TaeTae:

I need help, like ASAP.

TaeTae to Jimin:

What’s wrong? Were you robbed?

Jimin to TaeTae:

No, we were not robbed. Why does your mind always go there? I think Namjoon is planning on leaving me.

TaeTae to Jimin:

….

Are you sure? What makes you think he is?

Jimin to TaeTae:

He’s been distant, he hardly eats, he’s hardly talks to me. He just lied to me.

TaeTae to Jimin:

Deep breaths Jiminie. You haven’t been smothering him, have you? Yoongi hates it when I get like and sort of acts the same way.

Jimin to TaeTae:

To be fair to Yoongi, you are a little clingy.

Taetae to Jimin:

Wow rude. But looking passed that very rude and inaccurate comment, I’m going to help my best friend because I am a good person.

…

            Taehyung disappeared for a few minutes, giving Jimin the excuse to clean the kitchen before he gathered up his belongings to go to work. Then his phone beeped.

TaeTae to Jimin:

…

Maybe keep an eye on him at work. I asked Yoongi about it, since those two are strangely bffs, and he said Namjoon acted the same way when they went out for drinks the other night. Namjoon said it was work, but wouldn’t go into details.

Jimin to TaeTae:

No one knows we’re dating at work. It’d look weird if the C.E.O just suddenly showed up in the I.T department.

TaeTae to Jimin:

Dude you ARE THE CEO. You can do whatever you want.

You know #YOLOBITCHES

            Jimin was nervous. The only other time he was down in the I.T department was when there was a small fire (not caused by Namjoon thank god) and he had to make sure the repairs were going according to plan. He just hated how the girls fawned over him and how everyone just stared at him. 

            He saw Namjoon hiding away in the corner, working tirelessly on something. He probably didn’t even know that Jimin was there. The manager of the department was kissing his ass and Jimin kind of liked how the man fears for his life when he was around. But he was showing Jimin the improvements that they made to their systems. Jimin did ask why their break room was covered in baby protector things and the manager just kind of side-eyes and nodded towards Namjoon.

            “He’s a brilliant researcher and programmer, but he is awfully clumsy. We had to switch him over to plastic cups and bowls, so he wouldn’t break anything. We’ve had to buy three new coffee machines in the last month because he’d simply touch it and it’d break.” The manager said.

            Jimin chuckled, relieved that Namjoon wasn’t any different here than he was at home.

            “I’d fire him if he wasn’t so gifted and hard working.” The manager said snidely.

            Jimin glared at him, making the man feel about two centimeters tall. “If he’s a good worker and a brilliant researcher, like you just said, then there’s no cause to fire him. We need more people like him who are loyal and look passed people’s struggles. For instance, I know a manager who started at the bottom and worked extremely hard to get where he is today. But if I fired him because he drinks too much, completely over looking how long he’s been with the company and how much hard work he’s put in to make this company even greater than it was…. oh say twenty years ago, that’d make me a horrible and unintelligent C.E.O.”

            The manager was too afraid to say anything. He looked up at the Jimin with fear and shame in his eyes before he ducked his head and went to his office. Jimin knew he crossed the line and he may have a biased opinion, but he hated it when people looked down on others.

            He began wondering around the office, chatting with a few of the employees before he stopped by Namjoon’s desk.

            “Is everything going alright?” Jimin asked, looking down at Namjoon fondly.

            Namjoon tilted his head up and immediately pushed his glasses up his nose. “Everything’s fine, Sir. The EXO account is almost finished.”

            Jimin smiled fondly and patted Namjoon’s shoulder, “Good. Glad to hear.”

            “Is there anything else you needed Sir?” Namjoon asked.

            “Nope.” Jimin shook his head and then bent down to where his lips hovered close to Namjoon’s ear, “if you have a problem with someone you can come tell me either in person or in my office.”

            Namjoon swallowed hard, his face turning a slight pink, “Thank you Sir, I will.”

            They both knew he wasn’t going to do either. The rest of the day, Jimin expected Namjoon to come through the door every time his assistant came in. His heart sank a little by the end of the day and knew Namjoon was about to head  home, by himself.

            Jimin to TaeTae:

            I don’t think it’s work. Except his manager is kind of a douche. Said he would have fired him if he wasn’t a “brilliant researcher and programmer”. All because he’s a little clumsy.

            TaeTae to Jimin:

            A little? You banished him from the kitchen a week after he moved in with you.

            Jimin to TaeTae:

            They do have their break room baby proofed and make him use plastic ware.

            TaeTae to Jimin:

            Holy shit they do not!

            Jimin to TaeTae:

            I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see if for myself.

            TaeTae to Jimin:

            So if its not work, then maybe it’s something else. Maybe he’s depressed. I finally got Yoongi to go back on his medication, he’s doing a little better. He’s still a cute grumpy sour puss, but he’s opened up more. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt Namjoon to just try.

            Jimin to TaeTae:

            I don’t know how well Namjoon would take that. Hey Joonie, I love you and all, but here’s some uppers because you’ve been a little down to me lately. Also, are you planning on leaving me? Yea I don’t think that’d go well. He likes to put all of frustrations into his raps.

…

            TaeTae to Jimin:

            Does he keep his song book under the bed?

Jimin to TaeTae:

Nope not even going there. This whole relationship is built on trust and I’m not going to break that. It’d hurt him more if I snuck behind his back than asking him to go on antidepressants.

TaeTae to Jimin:

Then what are you going to do??

Jimin to TaeTae:

Do what boyfriends/Sugar Daddies do best. Spoil him.

TaeTae to Jimin:

Just don’t smother him, okay. He might hit you.

Jimin to TaeTae:

Not all of us date a cute sour puss like Yoongi.

TaeTae to Jimin:

I’m gonna tell him you called him cute.

Jimin to TaeTae:

How does Yoongi put up with you?

TaeTae to Jimin:

Excuse me, but we’ve been friends since we were shitting in diapers.

Jimin to TaeTae:

True.

Jimin decided that Namjoon wasn’t going to go home by himself today. Instead they were going to go to Namjoon’s favorite café, go to the bookstore because Namjoon always needs more books in his life and then go home to a not so quiet night in. He gathered his things, swung his keys around on his fingers with a confident smile expanding from ear to ear and a little pep in his step.

He rounded the corner into the I.T department and found it empty. He double checked his watch thinking that he was too late but wasn’t. Namjoon’s computer was still on and his belongings were still there.  He set his suitcase down by Namjoon’s messenger bag and began to head towards the only light in the office. The break room. As he got closer he could hear Namjoon whimpering.

“Please stop…”

There was a low chuckle, “C’mon you’re so cute. Give me a little kiss.”

“I said stop.”

Jimin poked his head around the corner and saw the scene play out in slow motion. Namjoon was pinned to the counter, close to tears and wrapping his arms around himself—trying to make himself smaller and smaller. While the brute in front of him had his hands on Namjoon’s waist, trying to get him to face him.

“You tease me every day.” He said, burying his face in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, “You have to know that. You do it on purpose”

“No…no I don’t. Please stop. Get off of me.” Namjoon begged.

“I love it when you beg.” The man whispered in Namjoon’s ear, “do it some more.”

Jimin’s blood boiled, his body moved on it’s on. Not really thinking when he pulled the man off and away from Namjoon. Jimin stood in front of him, shielding him. “He said stop.”

“Who the hell are you?” The man asked, balling up his fists. “You want a little action from that slut too?”

Namjoon choked back a sob at the words, the seething disgust behind them.

“I am Park Jimin, the C.E.O of this company and I will not tolerate this blatant and obvious form of sexual assault.” Jimin raised his voice. “I also will tolerate how you put your disgusting hands on my boyfriend.”

Namjoon and the man both looked up at Jimin in shock. Like magic, security showed up and dragged the man away—with him kicking and screaming. Jimin turned towards Namjoon who had sunk to the floor and hesitantly cupped his face.

“Joonie, are you alright?” Jimin spoke softly, wiping away the tears that gently escaped. “It’s okay Joonie, he’s gone. He can’t ever hurt you again, alright? Can you please say something?”

Namjoon hiccupped, “You called me your boyfriend in front of him. You said it out loud and now people are gonna know. I’m gonna have to quit.”

Jimin hugged Namjoon to his chest, “No, no you won’t. No one will find out. I’ll make sure of that. I promise you, Joonie.”

The ride home was difficult. All Jimin could do was hold Namjoon’s hand as he drove them both home. Namjoon went into shock, not really believing that he was being attack and wondered what would have happened if Jimin wasn’t there to step in. Thinking about it, made him cry all over again.

“We’re almost home.” Jimin would whisper every five minutes and gave his hand a squeeze.

Jimin carried Namjoon’s things as he sort of zombie walked next to him. Getting him inside was like handling a sad drunk, but without the alcohol. He sat Namjoon down on the couch and disappeared into the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed Jimin began to panic at how angry he was.

Jimin to TaeTae:

I’m gonna kill him. A slow and painful death to the asshole.

TaeTae to Jimin:

I’m sure whatever Namjoon did he doesn’t deserve your Busan wrath. Just breathe and tell me its not too late.

Jimin to TaeTae:

No not Namjoon. The fucking asshole he put his hands on Namjoon and tried to rape him.

TaeTae to Jimin:

            Holy shit is Joonie okay? Are you okay? Do I need to help hide the body because I’ve got 800 acers we can bury the asshole on.

            Jimin to TaeTae:

            No, there’s no body. Yet. There might be. I just don’t know what to do. Joonie is in shock and is crying off and on. I’m starting to freak out, I don’t know what to do for him.

            TaeTae to Jimin:

            Deep breaths Jimin. You can’t let Namjoon see you like this. He’ll lose it even more. Where are you right now? Like specifically.

            Jimin to TaeTae:

            In our apartment. He’s in the living room and I’m in the bathroom.

            TaeTae to Jimin:

            Draw a bath for the both of you. I’ll order you guys some take out and get in contact with Seokjin-hyung. He’ll know what to do in a situation like this.

            Jimin to TaeTae:

            I don’t think Namjoon wants to be touched right now. He didn’t exactly freak out when I hugged him at the office, but he…I don’t know…I just….I don’t know what to do Tae.

            TaeTae to Jimin:

            This happened at the office?! The bitch is dead.

            Jimin to TaeTae:

            Taehyung no.

            TaeTae to Jimin:

            Taehyung yes. This asshole isn’t going to get away with it. Seokjin and I will see to it. You two just relax. Do you want me to send Yoongi over, Namjoon will probably relax if he sees him.

            Jimin to TaeTae:

            If Yoongi doesn’t mind. Let me just get him cleaned up.

            TaeTae to Jimin:

            The sour puss will be on his way in twenty.

            Jimin rolled up his sleeves and started the water. He dumped probably too much of Namjoon’s favorite bubble bath soup into the water, but he didn’t care. Bubbles made everything better.

            He walked into the living room and saw that Namjoon had not moved an inch. He had stopped crying or now and was just sitting there with no life in his eyes. Slowly, Jimin approached him. Instead of placing a gentle hand on his shoulders, Jimin bent down and kept his hands to himself.

            “Namjoon.” Jimin spoke softly, “do you want to take a bath? It’s ready for you.”

            It took a few seconds for Namjoon to comprehend what Jimin had said, but he eventually nodded his head numbly. Letting Jimin guide him towards the bathroom, let him take his clothes off and helped him into the tub. When Jimin was about to leave, Namjoon reached for his hand and looked up at him with tear stained cheeks and red rimmed eyes.

            “Please stay?” Namjoon begged with more tears beginning to well up in his eyes. “I don’t want to be alone.”

            Jimin smiled fondly and sat down next to the tub, still holding Namjoon’s head. He laid his head on the edge of the paw footed tub and stared lovingly at his Joonie.

            “Why didn’t you tell me Joonie? Did you think I’d be mad at you? Did you think I was gonna kick you out?” Jimin asked suddenly. “Because I wouldn’t have. In a situation like this, you’re not the problem Joonie. You’re not the one to blame. He is, and he’ll be held accountable.”

            “What are you going to do to him?” Namjoon asked, drawing his knees up so he could rest his head on them.

            “I’m not going to do anything. Taehyung and Seokjin-hyung are, which is just as equally terrifying.” Jimin replied. “It’s better that we don’t know.”

            “I’m sorry this happened. I’m sorry I dragged Tae and Jin into this. I should have told you the first time he approached me.” Namjoon confessed, more tears spilling.

            Jimin’s ears perked, “It’s not the first time? Joooonie.”

            “I know, I know. I messed up.” Namjoon cried.

            “If you didn’t want me to know you still should have told someone. Maybe not your manager because he’s kind of a douche, but still...” Jimin explained. “And no you didn’t mess up. None of this, look at me, none of this is your fault. You told him no several times, correct?”

            Namjoon quickly nodded his head, “He said I was leading him on. I wasn’t even doing anything. I was just being nice to him, like I am to everyone. Rina, the woman that sits next to me, even tried to help me, called me her boyfriend.”

            “I believe you Joonie, you’re not at fault. He is. He’s the one that didn’t get the hint. It’s his fault. He’s the scumbag.” Jimin got to his knees and kissed Namjoon all over his face.

            “You don’t think I’m a slut?” Namjoon shyly asked.

            “Absolutely not.” Jimin cupped his face and tilted it so Namjoon was looking at him, “You, Kim Namjoon, are not a slut. Never in my eyes have I seen you like that. I love you. I don’t know what I would have done if he had gone any further. There might have been a body that needed burying, but it wouldn’t have been yours. You are everything to me.”

            The door bell chimed and Namjoon looked at Jimin quizzically.

            “Taehyung sent Yoongi over, hopefully with food.” Jimin stated, “Do you wanna stay in there a little longer?”

            “Just until the water gets cold.” Namjoon sunk into the bubbles. “Thank you Jimin. I love you too.”

            “Where is he?” Yoongi immediately asked when Jimin strutted into the room.

            “He’s still in the bath. He’s doing much better though.” Jimin said as he collected three plates and enough utensils for all of them. “Do I even want to know what Taehyung and Seokjin are going to do?”

            Yoongi shrugged, “I don’t even know what they’re going to do. Taehyungie was whispering into the phone, but he had this look in his eyes that usually means something bad.”

            Jimin truly didn’t know what to say after that. He’s seen that smile and that usually meant trouble for the person on the receiving end. He decided to not say anything more about the subject. Namjoon shuffled in with a towel around his neck, greeting the both of the them with a warm smile. Yoongi went up to him and wrapped his arms around his torso.

            Setting the table Jimin laughed at how Yoongi refused to release Namjoon from his grasp until they were both (sort of, but softly) forced to sit down and eat. Jimin remained quiet as the two spoke about the next under ground meeting. Namjoon couldn’t was undecided on the song he was going to use and asked Yoongi to look it over.

            While Jimin cleaned up the two disappeared into Namjoon’s cave. That’s when the door bell rang again for the second time that night. Jimin didn’t even have to go greet the people that were there, Taehyung had a key.

            “I don’t even want to know.” Jimin automatically said as the two entered the condo.

            “Relax Jiminie, we didn’t kill him.” Seokjin said with a reassuring smile.

            “Yea we didn’t kill him, but someone did.” Taehyung joked until Seokjin smacked him in the arm. “He’s perfectly alive, scared shitless, but alive.”

            “I sent a couple of my security team over to his home and put the fear of god into him.” Seokjin reported. “He won’t blab to anyone about your and Namjoon’s relationship.”

            “I appreciate that hyung, thank you.” Jimin sighed deeply. “No Jungkook?”

            “He had class tonight, which I’m thankful for. He’s a little more sensitive than people believe.” Seokjin replied, “I’d probably have to tear him away from that asshole”

            The two younger ones gasped dramatically.

            “Did you hear what he said Jimin?” Taehyung asked with a hand over his mouth.

            “I did. I just can’t believe he’d actually say such a horrible, naughty word.” Jimin added.

            “I hate you both.” Seokjin said teasingly, pouting as he played with the fake flowers on the island.

            “How’s Namjoon doing?” Taehyung asked, “I take it he and Yoongi have been inseparable?”

            “They’ve been in Namjoon’s studio for about an hour.” Jimin replied, “I think he’s doing better. We talked while he was in the tub. I told him that this wasn’t his fault, that he isn’t a slut…”

            Taehyung interrupted Jimin, “He called himself a slut?”

            “No. That asshole did, but I reassured him that he’s not. Said I loved him, no matter what.” Jimin blushed. “He’s more worried about the people at work finding out about our relationship.”

            “Yea I don’t understand that. Maybe when you guys first started dating, I get that, but now. It’s been what…four years?”

            “Three years.” Jimin corrected.

            “That’s my point. Why hide it. I’d think you two would be happier out in the open.” Taehyung suggested.

            “It’s not my decision. It’s Namjoon’s and I have to respect that.” Jimin explained, “although there were some people that saw us. He was crying, and I was dragging him away.”

            Taehyung rubbed his face with both of his hands, “Good god your life is a Shonen manga.”

            Yoongi and Namjoon entered the room, hand in hand, their heads leaning against each other. Taehyung opened his arms and Yoongi immediately went to him. Namjoon went to Jimin’s side, grabbing his belt. Jimin leaned closer to Namjoon and the two exchanged a few words. Seokjin watched the two closely and then notice Jimin give him a look. He knew that look, it was the “hey we need some time together” look.

            “How ‘bout we get out of here.” Seokjin pushed the two towards the door without a fuss from either. Jimin saw them out, locking the door with a warm smile.

            When he returned Namjoon was waiting for him in the living room. Jimin strolled up to him, embraced him quickly and took Namjoon’s hand in his. Jimin lead the tall man to their room and sat him down on the bed. Namjoon sat there patiently, his hands in his lap as Jimin stripped himself of his day clothes.

            “Are you sure about this Joonie?” Jimin asked leaving his boxers for last.

            “Yes, I’m sure.” Namjoon replied clearly.

            “Its completely fine to tell me to stop if you get too nervous, alright? Tell me your safe word.” Jimin half ordered as he cupped the side of Namjoon’s face.

            Namjoon leaned into the hand, his lips barely brushing the flesh, “Monster.”

            Jimin nodded in acknowledgement, “Tell me what you want?”

            “I want you to touch me where he touched me.” Namjoon choked, “I don’t want him on me anymore.”

            Jimin traced his thumb over his Namjoon’s plush lip, he leaned down and hovered his lips over Namjoon’s. “Let Sir take your clothes off.”

            Namjoon nodded and stood, he raised his arms and Jimin pulled his shirt over his head. His hands went the waistband of Namjoon’s sweatpants. Jimin buried his face in the nook of Namjoon’s neck, the only place he physically saw the man touch his Namjoon.

            “Tell me where he touched you Joonie.” Jimin whispered.

            “Right there, where your lips are. His hands were on my hips.” Namjoon swallowed hard. “They burned. I don’t know why.”

            “Because you didn’t want him to touch you, but I’ll make you forget.” Jimin whispered again, his lips brushing lightly against Namjoon’s flesh. “You’ll be Sir’s again after tonight.”

            “Please, Sir, I need you. Please touch me.” Namjoon whimpered.

            Jimin’s lips crashed against Namjoon’s skin, licking and suckling at the area. Namjoon moaned loudly, his arms flying over Jimin’s shoulders. Jimin’s hands dragged up to his waist, bringing Namjoon closer to him and his fingers attempting to bury themselves into his flesh.

            Jimin trailed his lips up Namjoon’s neck, nibbled on his jaw, his ears and then left feathered kissed down his torso. He brought his hands to Namjoon’s nipples, tweaking the buds until they were hard and sensitive. Namjoon’s back arched into Jimin, whimpering and mewling for his Sir. They fell against the bed, still attached to one another, Jimin was still attacking his flesh wherever he thought that jack ass touched what was his.

            Namjoon’s legs hooked around Jimin’s waist, causing his Sir to rut against him, their cocks grazing against each other. They both moaned and desperately wanted more. Jimin’s hand left Namjoon’s nipple, his mouth replacing it, and trailed down Namjoon’s lean body. His hand went slid under the waistband of Namjoon’s boxers and quickly found his hard cock.

            Namjoon’s head went fuzzy, the memories of the past few months swirling in his head. He was just being nice, he always said hi. This man just thought he was being hit on and the first time he came on to Namjoon, he told him to stop. But that didn’t stop him. The man always had an excuse to get closer to Namjoon, to touch him and every time Namjoon would politely brush him off. The overly sexual notes came later, telling Namjoon everything he would to him. How he would touch him, what he would call him.

            “M-Monster.” Namjoon whimpered, “Monster, monster, monster!”

            “Okay, okay…” Jimin stood from the bed with hands raised above his head. Namjoon had swung his legs over the bed, his chest heaving in deep, raged breaths. Jimin went to his side and when he went to touch Namjoon’s shoulder the giant flinched.

            “Joonie please talk to me. Let me help you.” Jimin begged.

            “I-I can’t do this. It’s too much…I can’t…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Namjoon rambled.

            Jimin went to touch him again but withdrew his hand. “Joonie you have nothing to be sorry for. None of this is your fault.”

            “Please stop saying that. It is my fault. I was too nice to him. I wasn’t forceful enough. I should have got in his face to tell him off.” Namjoon stood in anger, grabbing at his roots.

            “Namjoon please hear me.” Jimin begged, following him to the window where he stood seething in rage. This time he didn’t hesitate to grab Namjoon, his hand smooth over his shoulder before he kissed the spot.

            “I understand your anger and in time you’ll understand that none of this was your fault. It was his. He took something from you that should never be taken away, but I promise you I will help you get it back. No matter how long it’ll take. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

            Namjoon was silent, except for the few sobs that were released. He turned towards Jimin and rightly wrapped his arms around Jimin’s shoulders. He cried so hard, his body shook violently. Jimin rubbed soothing circles on his back, cooed him until he was relaxed to be moved back to the bed.

            Jimin tucked him in under the thick covers, brushed his fingers through his hair until he fell asleep. He waited to make sure that Namjoon was deep asleep before he slipped away into the bathroom with his phone. He made sure the door was closed all the way before he stepped to the furthest wall. He dialed Seokjin’s number and put the phone to his ear.

            “Hey hyung…remember how you said you had that prick scared shitless?”

            “Yes?”

            “That needs to change.” Jimin’s tone dropped.

            Seokjin shivered, “Are you sure? You do know what you’re asking.”

            Jimin’s eyes shifted to the door. He thought about the man on the other side of the wood. “Yes I do. I want that son of a bitch dead.”

            Seokjin sighed, “alright. I’ll make sure that this isn’t tied to you or Namjoon. Are you going to tell Namjoon?”

            “No. The less he knows the better.” Jimin answered stiffly.

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This was not happening. This was not fucking happening. Seokjin slammed his phone onto the receiver, making Taehyung almost jump.

            “Dammit!” Seokjin cursed loudly, alerting his bodyguards outside his door.

            “Mr. Kim is everything alright?” The taller one asked. He had buzzed black hair and delicate features.

            “No everything is not alright! Prepare a team and meet in Room A.” Seokjin ordered, running his hand through his hair.

            “How many men, sir? What equipment?” The other one asked. He was shorter, bald and was built like a brick house.

            “At least thirty and I want them in heavy gear. Armed to kill. And ask Yuki to see me please.”

            The two scrambled out of the stylish office while Taehyung went to Seokjin’s side. The older man collapsed into the leather, his fingers rubbing at his temples.

            “What’s going on Seokjin?” Taehyung asked, placing a hand on Seokjin’s shoulder.

            “Call Yoongi, tell him to get somewhere safe, then tell Yuki where to pick him up. Bring him here.” Seokjin voice shook. Taehyung couldn’t tell if he was angry or afraid or both.

            “Seokjin.” Taehyung spoke softly. “What’s going on?”

            Seokjin took a shaking deep breath, “Jungkook has been kidnapped. Those were the kidnappers with a ransom.”

            Taehyung quickly dialed Yoongi, “Hey babe, where are you? Okay, good stay there. I’ll explain later. Yuki is going to send a car. Yoongi please, just listen to me. Thank you.”

            “Where is he?” Seokjin asked, just as his assistant sauntered in.

            “He’s at the library at the college.” Taehyung replied.

            Seokjin pointed at his sidekick, “Send a car Seoul University. Pick up Yoongi. You stop for nothing. Make sure the driver is armed and bring him back here.”

            “Yes sir.” Yuki nodded and quickly left the room with her phone attached to her ear.

            “What do you need hyung?” Taehyung asked.

            Seokjin leaned forward on his chair, elbows propped on his knees while his hands covered his face. “I need to know that Jungkook is alive. If he’s hurt…I’ll…I don’t know what I’ll do.”

            Taehyung patted Seokjin’s shoulder, “I can handle negotiations.”

            “Thank you, Tae. Really.” Seokjin took another deep breath, rubbing his hands together and cracked his knuckles.

            “Its what you pay me for, isn’t it?” Taehyung was on his phone again, most likely getting his team together. “Can you let me know when Yoongi gets here? You should call Jimin to make sure he and Namjoon are okay.”

            “Of course.”

            Yoongi was irate. He was supposed to be studying for his exam in two days not in a car driving him to who knows where. But this was Taehyung, he wouldn’t put his life in danger. He was having serious doubts, however. His driver was armed at the hip and he hasn’t uttered a word since he approached Yoongi. So, he pouted in the backseat, arms crossed over his chest. His phone remaining silent.   

            “We’re here.” The man said bringing the car to a stop. He got out and held the door open for Yoongi. “Mr. Kim is waiting for you inside.”

            “Thank you. I guess.” Yoongi mumbled, securing his bag over his shoulder.

            He walked into the building and continued as directed until Seokjin appeared. Something was off, the way he was walking, the sweat that collected on his brow and how pale he was made Yoongi nervous.

            “Yoongi thank you for coming.” Seokjin wrapped an arm around this tiny frame.

            “Did I have a choice? Where’s Taehyung?” He asked impatiently. “What’s going on?”

            “I’ll explain everything as soon as we get to my office. Taehyung will be there too.”

            Yoongi went willingly but was even more confused when they entered Seokjin’s office. There were people everywhere and there was Taehyung. He had a headset on, his suit jacket was thrown over a chair and the sleeves to his button up shirt were rolled up. He recognized the concentrated knot forming in between his eyebrows. Whatever was going on it was serious and Yoongi decided it would be best to remain quiet on the sofa.

            Taehyung approached Seokjin, “Our line to track their call is set up. It’ll only take thirty seconds to find them. When they call, and they will call, keep them talking. Talk about Jungkook, ask for proof of life. Agree to whatever demands they want, but you need to know that Jungkook is alive.”

            “Understood.” Seokjin nodded his head and returned to his desk.

            Taehyung, slid the headphones off and ran his hand through his hair, catching Yoongi out of the corner of his eye. Smiling warmly, Taehyung approached him. Kneeling before him.

            “I’m glad you’re safe. Namjoon and Jimin should be here soon.” Taehyung played with the hem of Yoongi’s torn jeans until he grabbed Taehyung’s hands and held on tight.

            “What’s going on? Why does it look like an action movie in here? And why does Jin look like he’s about to have a heart attack?” Yoongi rattled off.

            Taehyung rose up on his knees until they were eye level, cupping Yoongi’s face in the palm of his hand. He took a deep, “Jungkook was taken. Kidnapped.”

            Yoongi’s eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly. “That’s why you’re gathering us here.”

            Taehyung nodded, “If they know who Seokjin is, what he does, then they know who all of us are. I’m so sorry Yoongi. We did our best to hide you, Jungkook and Namjoon away. Even Hoseok.”

            “I don’t understand.” Yoongi’s face collapsed into a dead serious glare. “You said that Jin is the C.E.O of a technology company. That you’re the head of his I.T department and Jimin is the manager of advertisement. Or was that all a lie?”

            Taehyung’s eyes slipped to the floor, chewing on his bottom lip—deciding.

            “Taehyung tell me.” Yoongi demanded.

            He caved, his shoulders sagging. “It was all a lie. Except the part where Seokjin is the C.E.O. His company dabbles in a lot of things, including tech, beauty products, music, but all of that’s not where we make the most of our money. It comes from weapons and ammunition.”

            Yoongi audibly gasped.

            “We’re technically a gang, Yoongi. The people who took Jungkook most likely are from an enemy gang.” Taehyung added.

            “What do you do Taehyung?”

            “I…I design the weapons, Jimin handles dealing them out. And after meeting with Hoseok, we kind of recruited him to keep an eye on the streets. To make sure our weapons don’t fall into the hands of the public.” Taehyung said sheepishly.

            “You…I…what…” Yoongi struggled to find his words.

            The began to ring, Taehyung leaned in and kissed Yoongi on the cheek before sliding the headphones back on. “We can talk more about this later, but right now. We have to save Jungkook. If this gets too much, one of my guards can take you to the entertainment room. We’ll send Namjoon to you when he and Jimin get here.”

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            He didn’t know how he got here. Well that’s not true. He knew how. He just didn’t know why. Jungkook didn’t even notice the group of men following him after his last class.

            He was excited. It was Friday. Date night with Seokjin and he felt ready to go a little further. Jungkook was relieved that Seokjin never pressured him to go further or got angry when Jungkook said stop. He felt extremely guilty about leaving Seokjin with blue balls, but Seokjin reassured him that it wasn’t a problem.

            There relationship slowly developed. Jungkook’s innocent selfies turn into occasional risqué and inappropriate. He usually wore nothing, but most of the time he wore white, lacey lingerie—showing off his plump butt that had a bunny tail stuffed against his skin. Seokjin would call him a little bunny and sent many air kisses.

            Jungkook already knew that Seokjin was extremely dominate in bed. One night, out of shear boredom, Jungkook asked what he liked in bed. That lead to them sitting down at Jungkook’s dinky dining table, listing out both of their do’s and don’ts. Their hard limits. Coming up with a little of safe words. Seokjin promised that whenever they got to that point that he’d slowly introduce Jungkook to the sex life.

            Jungkook was so happy to have Seokjin in his life. He just hoped Seokjin would forgive him for this. He was so stupid. He should have paid better attention.

            He didn’t even know that he was being kidnapped until he was in the truck bound and blindfolded. He struggled against his restraints and attempted to scream, but he could break free. He fought against them when they finally stopped and got him out. If they were going to kill him he wasn’t going to make it easy. The leader got annoyed and punched him in the gut. They let him fall to the ground coughing and groaning.

            “Let me make this perfectly clear.” He said in a terrorizing deep voice, “You say one word, try to escape or do anything that pisses me off. I. Will. Kill. You and send your defiled corpse to Seokjin. Do you understand?”

            Jungkook nodded his head stiffly, glaring up at the man. He wouldn’t let him know that was afraid. Not for himself, but for Seokjin, he wasn’t the strongest when it came to stuff like this.

            They half dragged him half walked him into a dark room. There were no windows, only a door. And if the light worked they didn’t bother to turn it on.

            The group of men left him there. Tied to a chair with tape around his mouth. Before one of the men left, he grabbed Jungkook by the chin roughly and sneered disgustingly at him.

            “Lil bitch.”

            Jungkook didn’t retaliate. He wondered if he and his friends knew that he was dating Seokjin. Of course they did. Their leader mentioned that earlier. Duh.

            The last guy closed the door, leaving him in complete and utter darkness.

            Great. Now what in the fuck was he supposed to do?

            He should be scared, right?

            He should be totally freak out, right?

            Why isn’t he scared?

            Maybe he’s in shock?

            That’s probably it. He read about it somewhere in his psych book. Flight or fight. Maybe this was flight.

            How long has he been sitting in the dark? An hour? Probably five minutes.

            Jungkook’s mind began to wonder to what they were going to do to him. Were they going to torture him? Were they going to rape him? Take turns with him? His mind and blood froze at the thought. Seokjin would probably toss him to the curb then. Call him a whore. Like the others did.

            He held back a sob at the memory. His last boyfriend was awful. Truly evil. Jungkook thought they were cool after the few times they had sex. But one night he was forced to suck his boyfriend’s friend’s cocks while getting pounded from behind. They all called him a slut. A whore.

            And he believed them. For the longest time Jungkook believed that he was a whore. He allowed them to treat him like a rag doll a few nights a week.

            It was Yugyeom, his best friend since grade school, that convinced him otherwise. Jungkook was crying in his sleep when he was spending the night at his place. His friend had gently coaxed the information out of him. And when the truth was out, Yugyeom was the definition of livid.

            The next day, after he had cooled off a little bit, he called Jackson—a senior at their school. His dad was a cop.

            Things got nuts.

            However, with the fear of going on the registry because Jungkook was a minor, all the men involved pleaded guilty, gave up Jungkook’s boyfriend. He didn’t even need to testify. Thank god.

            His mom cried. His dad was supportive but didn’t know how to talk to his son. Jungkook understood. It must have been hard to have a kid that survived months of gang rape. Let alone have it happen to a boy.

            When Jungkook graduated high school with a free ride to his first choice in universities. His father said that he was extremely proud. His exact words were, “I’m proud that after you’ve been through you still charged forward. I’ve never been prouder to call you my son.”

            Everyone cried.

            Seokjin.

            Seokjin was a blessing in a disguise. He always stopped when Jungkook said to. He always treated him with kindness and patience. He always spoiled him without asking why he was so timid. Why was he so scared? If he gets out of this alive he’ll tell him. He’ll pour his heart and soul out.

            The door swung open then. Flooding the room in light, blinding him. Here it comes, he thought, my death. He thought of his parents, his friends and of Seokjin.

            But then the tape was swiftly removed, and a plastic device was placed against his ears.

            “Your boyfriend wants a word with you.” The leader slurred.

            Jungkook cleared his throat. His mouth was incredibly dry.

            “Jin?” Jungkook choked.

            “Oh my god Kookie! Are you alright? Have they hurt you?”

            “No-no hyung I’m fine. A little thirsty and these ropes are tight, but I’m fine.”

            There was a brief pause and then a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. Hold on…where did we go on our first date?”

            “A fancy restaurant that I was incredibly underdressed for.”

            “It’s him.” Seokjin whispered to someone in the back. “Jungkook be brave for me okay? We’re coming for you.”

            Jungkook’s heart beat in his chest so hard, he thought it might burst.

            “I love you Jungkook.”

            Before he could repeat the feeling the leader took the phone away.

            “Now that you know he’s alive do we have a deal?” The leader asked, placing a heavy hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

            He did not like the vulgar glint in his glare. A worse and even more sickening smirk reached his eyes and defined his wrinkles.

            “We’ll see each other in a few hours.” He squeezed Jungkook’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. Not a hair on his pretty little head will be harmed.”

            Jungkook released the breath he wasn’t aware that he was holding. The men started to exit the room one by one until only the leader was left, showing off his hinting smirk. Trailing his eyes over Jungkook’s body—stopping at his mouth.

            “Too bad little bunny. You would have been so, so sweet.”

            After the door closed Jungkook released the shiver and gag reflex. He hoped Seokjin would get here soon. He didn’t know how long this man and his dogs would stay on his leash.

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“Where do you think you’re going?” Taehyung asked when Seokjin was heading towards the door while rolling down his sleeves and unbuttoning his shirt.

            “I’m going with the hit squad.” Seokjin replied looking a little offended that Taehyung even needed to ask.

            Taehyung rushed and got in front of Seokjin and placed a hand on his chest, “That’s not a good idea hyung.”

            “Jungkook needs to see a familiar face.” Seokjin retorted.

            “And he will. After they get him out of there.” Taehyung placed both hands on Seokjin’s wide shoulders. “Think about it. If you go and things go South, you could get shot. Killed. That would leave Jungkook all alone. Or worse, both of you could die.”

            The air was sucked out of Seokjin’s lungs. He knew Taehyung was right. He couldn’t risk both of their lives. Especially Jungkook’s. He loved him too much.

            “Alright, alright. I won’t go, but make sure your team knows that Jungkook is top priority. I don’t care if those assholes get the money. I just want Jungkook back.”

            “I understand, and I’ll make sure my men do too.” Taehyung’s eyes shifted to Yoongi who was still waiting patiently for him. “Trust me. I know what you’re feeling. Could you—”

            “I’ll go sit with him. See where his head is at.” Seokjin smiled warmly, turning his back to Taehyung before he could say anything.

            Taehyung watched as his boss settled in next to Yoongi. Something didn’t feel right, like he was putting on a show. But when Seokjin sunk further into the couch, an arm stretching along the back of the couch, a leg crossing over the other, he decided to push aside the feeling and followed his men to the debriefing room.

            “How are you holding up?” Seokjin asked.

            “A little peeved that Tae lied to me.” Yoongi replied shortly, he scratched his earlobe, “but I understand why he did.”

            “But if you felt like you knew you’d take better precautions when you were out and about?” Seokjin suggested taking Yoongi by surprise. “Taehyung came to me about the same concern.”

            “He did? When?” Yoongi fully turned to face him.

            “Hmm it was when he thought you were being followed, but it turns it was a new transfer student who shared four of your classes.” Seokjin said probably sounding a little too relaxed.

            “You’ve gotta be shitting me.” Yoongi said under his breath. “Why didn’t he tell me?”

            “I told him not to.” Seokjin replied, “because if you found out everything too soon you probably would have either broken up with him and be paranoid or just be paranoid.”

            Yoongi thought on his words. He hated how well Seokjin knew him so well. He probably wouldn’t have broken up with Taehyung, he would have pouted and sulked. Maybe make him buy a few expensive meals. But he would have been paranoid. Looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life. Flinching whenever someone approached him.

            “I hate it when you’re right.” Yoongi pouted, crossing leg over the other and his arms over his chest.

            Seokjin chuckled, “listen I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back though. We can talk more later. Will you be alright?”

            Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, sending his friend off with a small, soft smile.

            Taehyung returned minutes later to find Yoongi alone on his phone. Seokjin wasn’t with him and he wasn’t behind his desk. Not that he’d be able to concentrate on work anyway. Suddenly the feeling from before rushed back.

            “Where’s Jin?” He asked quickly.

            “He went to the bathroom.” Yoongi replied.

            “How long ago?”

            Yoongi looked down at his phone, “ten minutes ago?”

            “Shit!” Taehyung ran out of the room making Yoongi jumped after him.

            “Alright team. You know the mission.” The captain began, “our target is Jeon Jungkook. He is to be taken alive. Who ever gets to him first, you get him out as fast as you can. Those are our orders. I don’t care how many men you take out in the process. This kid is top priority.”

            All the men shuffled in their seats, fiddling with their guns—most likely to make sure that they’re guns were good to go. The van came to a silent halt and on que the captain opened the door and the men poured out, quiet on their feet as they approached the run-down building. Each team took their own floor, sweeping through every room and double-checked closets and bathrooms.

            The captain’s team approached the last room, the tension was thick in the air as the boss took his time opening the door. Guns were aimed as the last report that every floor was clear. The door slowly open, and the team entered the room. Their guns were pointed in every direction until they came across the group of bad guys towards the back of the large room.

            Jungkook was there in the middle, tied to a chair and mouth taped. There was a dark purple bruise on his cheek, but from what the others would see he didn’t have any injuries. With guns trained on everyone, but Jungkook, the hit squad fired on all of them. Dropping like sacks of flours. Jungkook had flinched and was shaking when a man approached him. He shook his head, afraid that he was going to be next, tears streaking his face.

            The man wearing all black put his gun away, waving his hands in front of him—showing him that he wasn’t going to hurt him. However, Jungkook didn’t believe him. He tried to back away from the man but being strapped to the chair didn’t get him far. The rescuer’s shoulders sagged, his fist clenching and releasing.

            He took his gloves off and then his helmet and goggles.

            “Um sir…” One of the hit squad members tapped his captain on the shoulder and then pointed at Jungkook and the man in front of him. Everyone’s jaw dropped when they saw Seokjin standing before in front of them.

            “Jungkook.” Seokjin said softly, earning a double take from Jungkook.

            “J-Jin?” Jungkook gasped, leaping forward—taking the chair with him.

            Seokjin turned laughed, turning towards his men. “Does anyone have a knife? I’d like to give him a hug.”

            Without hesitating four of his men offered their knives, still shocked to see their leader in their gear. They didn’t know if they should be angry or impressed that he was able to sneak into their ranks. But then they realized that he just killed a few people, so they dropped their issues and turned away from their boss. Giving them some room.

            Seokjin cut Jungkook free, tucking the knife away into one of his pockets. His large hands caressed Jungkook’s face, his thumb gently running over the bruise. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

            Jungkook clenched Seokjin’s hands in his, shaking his head. “No, no. I’m fine. I just—”

            He bowed his head to hide the tears, Seokjin then enveloped him in a hug, cradling the younger’s head into the crook of his neck. “You’re safe now Kookie. I have you.”

            He didn’t want to go to the hospital, but Seokjin insisted. Finding nothing wrong the doctor cleared him and they left with the promise of stopping to get Jungkook’s favorite take out. He was quiet the whole way, but Seokjin knew it was the trauma that he had just gone through. They didn’t have much privacy, but at least the driver couldn’t hear them thanks to the tinted glass screen.

            Seokjin moved to sit against the door, he brushed a hand through Jungkook’s hair and tilted his head up to face him. Jungkook’s large doe like eyes always caught him off guard. They were always so bright, even now after what he had just witnessed. Seokjin kissed his forehead, Jungkook leaned into it, his hands resting in Seokjin’s lap.

            “If you ever need to talk, you know I’m here.” Seokjin said softly, his arms wrapping around Jungkook’s shoulders—bringing him in for a tight embrace.

            Jungkook clutched the material of Seokjin’s shirt, finally feeling the adrenaline leaving him. “I know Jin.”

“Or if you don’t think you can talk to me, I can find someone who can help you. What you went through wasn’t easy and I don’t expect things will be in the future. So please, if you feel scared or overwhelmed, please, please tell me.” Seokjin’s voice began to crack. “I was so scared Jungkook. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you.”

“I love you.” Jungkook suddenly said.

            Seokjin pulled away, staring widely into Jungkook’s dark eyes.

            “I never got the chance to say it back when we were on the phone. If I had died you would have never known. But I love you. I really do.” Jungkook’s were dusted a soft pink, his grip on Seokjin’s shirt tightened. His expression was pure desperation, like he couldn’t say enough to let the man know just how much he loved him.

            Seokjin pulled Jungkook into his lap, an arm securing Jungkook against him. He placed several kisses against the boy’s temple and cheek. “I love you Jungkook.”

            “There’s something I want to talk about, but not now. Later.” Jungkook mumbled against Seokjin’s chest. “It has nothing to do with what just happened, but I do want to talk about that too.”

            “We can talk about anything and everything you want. Just give it time.” Seokjin buried his nose in Jungkook’s soft black hair. He could stay like this forever. Maybe he should take Jungkook away for a while? He wondered if Jungkook had a passport. He would probably like Europe. A lot of new and beautiful places to take photos of.

            “I really love you.” Jungkook practically buried his face into Seokjin’s shirt to avoid the evidence of his bright red face. “You’re always so patient with me and I love that.”

            Seokjin giggled, “I love you too Kookie.” He tucked the younger’s head closer to him, his fingers trailing softly in his hair. “So, so much.”

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Mmkay now that Kookie is safe and we all can breathe a little easier. I'm gonna take a little break. I don't know for how long. I just need to take a week or two to replenish my ideas and start a schedule.

I want to eventually start posting a new chapter every Sunday or every other Sunday. There are some other things I want to work on. More fanfic and I want to try my hand at an original piece. I've had a few pieces rolling around in my head and I'm half way through one of them (it just sucks) (like really sucks) (and I have to type up like 60 handwritten pages before I can continue) (pray for me).

That being said I want to thank everyone who has read Sugar and left kudos and comments. I really appreciate it. I didn't think Sugar would get so popular. So thank you very much. <3 <3 <3 

Now if you guys wanna do fanart based off Sugar I just ask that you run it by me first. I just want to make sure that nothing of mine is being stolen since its happened to me once before. This goes without saying and it applies to everyone. Give credit, where credit is due. Writers and artists don't spend hours upons hours on our work just to have it stolen. 

--Banshee

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After Jungkook was safe in the arms of Seokjin, Taehyung took Yoongi back to his apartment. He explained everything. How he got involved in Seokjin’s company immediately after graduating college. How he first struggled because making weapons weighs a lot on a person’s conscious. Seokjin told him that not a lot of developers thought that, they only cared about making money. That’s what drew Seokjin to Taehyung, he cared about people. That’s probably why a lot of his weapons had a lot of safety measures on them. How he and Jimin have been friends since they were in diapers (that part Yoongi already knew). And how he felt conflicted that he couldn’t tell Yoongi about any of it. Fearing that he would be taken away from him just like Jungkook.

            “You really couldn’t?” Yoongi asked, casting his eyes down to the floor. His hands clenched together, making a giant fist. He was biting his lower lips, the anguish shining in his dark eyes.

            “If I could, I would have told you immediately.” Taehyung replied, moving from his spot on the couch to the coffee table. Sitting in front of Yoongi, taking his hands into his. “You have to trust me.”

            “I don’t know if I do Taehyung.” Yoongi croaked, “I love you, but this…this is almost too much.”

            They sat in silence for a few moments.

            “Do you want to leave?” Taehyung asked, his voice laced with sadness and heavy with guilt.  His shoulders sagged, knowing that Yoongi leaving him because of this was a high possibility.

            “No.” Yoongi quickly responded, gripping Taehyung’s hands even tighter, “its just going to take a while.”

            Taehyung bowed his head, “I know. I can be patient.”

            Again. Silence. Taehyung never moved closer to Yoongi. He appreciated that. He didn’t want to be smothered right now.

            “I’ve been thinking about your place.” Taehyung brought the subject up carefully.

            “That’s an odd thing to think about.” Yoongi noted.

            “You should move. After this whole situation you should really move.” Taehyung rambled.

            “It took me forever to find a place close to work and school.” Yoongi whined.

            “I can help you. I’m sure Hoseok will help too. You need a better place with security anyway.” Taehyung thought about the several drug deals happen down the hall from Yoongi’s apartment.

            That’s how it happened. That’s how Taehyung earned Yoongi’s trust all over again. Apartment hunting. Hoseok gave Taehyung a few names, he’d scope it out and if he deemed it safe he’d take Yoongi. But if Yoongi didn’t like it, he’d scratch it off the list without complaints. Taehyung never initiated a kiss, he barely held Yoongi’s hand. Getting physical was all up to Yoongi. To choose to kiss him or hold his hand.

            Until eventually Yoongi settled on an apartment that was closer to his job rather than school. He was graduating this year anyway. Taehyung and Hoseok offered to drive him if the weather was ever terrible or just whenever. Taehyung liked the apartment because you needed several codes to get through the gates and the fact that there was security camera everywhere.

To alleviate the stress of moving, Taehyung offered to pay his rent for six months. This way Yoongi could focus on looking for a proper job with his degree in music producing Much to Yoongi’s surprise, when he went away on a trip with a couple of his classmates, Taehyung had furnished the apartment. Leaving him a note that it was just too barren and needed some personality. He didn’t mind it though, the pieces Taehyung picked out were what Yoongi would have chosen. Warm, welcoming, but modern. It was all very him.  

            After Yoongi felt like Taehyung was done being in the dog house. Four months was long enough. He was starting to get antsy himself. Fidgeting and a little temperamental. He could see it was getting to Taehyung. He was agitated at work, nervous and itchy around Yoongi.  

            With the money he saved, Yoongi figured he’d splurge and go buy something nice. He sent a text to Taehyung after his last class to meet him at his apartment that evening.

            To Yoongi from Tae:

Is everything alright?

            To Tae from Yoongi:

Yea everything is fine.

I just want to see you

            To Yoongi from Tae:

You’re too cute UwU

            To Tae from Yoongi:

Tell anyone and I’ll kill you

            To Yoongi from Tae:

I swear I won’t. Cutie:

            To Tae from Yoongi:

IS2G

            With new found determination, Yoongi decided to pull out all the stops. He’d have Taehyung begging to touch him, only to refuse him repeatably until he went full dom mode. Good thing he has the next few days off.  

            Getting into his new apartment took some getting used to. First there was a stupid code to the front gate that changed every month, then a little stroll through the court yard’s garden with cameras watching your every move, then through another coded gate, through the hall until he was at his door. It was all dramatic and Yoongi hated every bit of it. It was amazing he knew all the codes by heart.

He liked his apartment well enough. It was cleaner, and all of his appliances were new and worked. What he liked most about it was the fact that it was sound proof. He found that out when one of his neighbors opened the door, revealing a party and blasting music. He wouldn’t have even known if he wasn’t standing at the sliding door. It was like opening a lid for Yoongi. He was able to work on his music without his headphones. It helped him hear the notes that needed to be tweaked and what didn’t work. He almost wanted to go thank his neighbor because being able to actual listen to his work without bothering his neighbors helped his grades.

            When Yoongi opened the door, he saw Taehyung’s shoes. Then he heard the soft voices of the television. Sauntering in he found Taehyung on the couch, long legs extended, arms stretched out on the back of the furniture. Hearing the bags shuffle against Yoongi’s legs, Taehyung turned his head and greeted him with a warm smile.
            “Hey Yoon. How was your day?” Taehyung asked, leaning forward, holding an arm out.

            Yoongi made his way around the couch, making sure Taehyung couldn’t see the contents of his bags. He placed himself in Taehyung’s arm, sitting on his leg. He leaned down and kissed the top of Taehyung’s head. “It was good.”

            Taehyung wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s small frame, burying his head in Yoongi’s oversized shirt, drinking in his scent.

            “What’s in the bags?” Taehyung asked into Yoongi’s shirt.

            “You’ll see, but you have to let me go.” Yoongi patted Taehyung’s cheek when he was finally released. “It’ll be a few minutes.”

            “I can wait.” Taehyung smirked, going back to his original position.

            Yoongi made sure the door shut all the way and stared at it to make sure Taehyung wasn’t going to barge in.

            His clothes were quickly falling to the ground as he took apart his bags. Completely naked, he applied lotion and sprayed himself with Taehyung’s favorite perfume. He put a little make-up on, especially lip gloss. Taehyung loved his pouty lips.

            Yoongi pulled everything on, adjusting all the straps and made sure the lacey parts were where they needed to be before walking into the bathroom to check himself. He suddenly stopped, turned on the balls of his silky feet and let the room—slamming the door.

            Taehyung was still sitting in the same position when Yoongi suddenly emerged. His jaw dropped and his almond eyes bulged. Yoongi has never worn something like this before, he almost didn’t want to take it off. He wanted to tease Yoongi in it, to the point of tears.

            “Taehyung…” Yoongi’s low tone brought him back to reality.

            “Y-Yes?”

            “Why is there a goat in my bathroom?”

            Taehyung’s smile reached his eyes, teeth showing, “It’s a present.”

            “For whom?”

“Jimin. It’s a birthday present.” Taehyung’s smile didn’t falter. “I just got him when you texted. You sounded urgent.”

            “Why did you get him a goat? Namjoon is just going to break it.” Yoongi half shouted, pointing in the direction of his bathroom. “And couldn’t you find somewhere else to put him. Like the guest bedroom?”

            Taehyung, however, noticed the slight pink dusting his cheeks. He stood up, his smile dropping to a challenging smirk, his eyes hooded with lust. His large hands cupped Yoongi’s face, bringing him in for a kiss.

            “You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Taehyung said softly.

            Yoongi pushed himself away from Taehyung’s grasp opened his mouth to protest, but Taehyung pulled him back and kissed him again. “When you’re cute like this I want to give you kisses.”

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Jimin was already in bed when his phone went off. He would have ignored it, but it was Namjoon’s ringtone. After what happened to Jungkook, Jimin couldn’t ignore it. Without moving his face from the pillow. He reached for the phone, only then did he turn his head to hit the answer button.

            “Hello?” Jimin’s voice cracked with sleep , his hands ruffling his black hair.

            “Oh shit, you were def-def-fuck-super asleep, weren’t you?” Namjoon stuttered and slurred.

            Jimin sat up, “are you drunk?”

            There was a pause, “I am moderately functional.”

            Jimin chuckled, tossing the blankets off his feet and throwing his legs over the bed. “Where are you, I’ll come get you.”

            “No, no, no, no you don’t have to do that. I’ll get a cab.” Namjoon said in a hurry.

            “Joonie. Where are you?” Jimin asked once more, but softer.

            “The bar right around the corner from work.” Namjoon finally replied. “I’m really sorry about this.”

            “Don’t be Joonie. I’d rather pick you up than some stranger. Just stay put, I’m leaving now.” Jimin said as he pulled up his pants and practically skipped towards the door. He was probably a little more excited than he should have been. He loved it when Namjoon got drunk, which wasn’t often. Namjoon was softer when he was intoxicated. He didn’t put up such a fight when Jimin bought him drunk people food. He literally leaned on Jimin when he needed help. He leaned on him period.

            Pulling up Jimin saw Namjoon standing against the light post. He honked, stepped out and waved Namjoon down. He was beaming, his face flushed with alcohol and his eyes were little moon crescents. When the door was closed Jimin could smell the booze on Namjoon.

            “How much did you have?” Jimin asked, not judging because there were times when he drank too much and Namjoon and sometimes Taehyung had to help him.  

            “I lost count. My team and I were celebrating our finished project.” Namjoon replied, fiddling with his phone. He shot off a quick text, probably letting his team members know that he had found a safe ride home.

            “The new security one?” Jimin started up the car, “that’s the one you proposed, wasn’t it?”

            Namjoon nodded, “We were even talking about making it a free app.”

            “How would that work?”

            “It’d be a button, I think. You’d press it whenever you’re in trouble and if you let go without putting in a pin code it’d alert the authorities. Our think tank is gonna start the design next week.”

            “That’s…that’s actually genius Namjoon. When did you start dreaming up that idea?” Jimin asked pulling into his driveway, the garage door slowly opening.

            “After Jinsoo assaulted me at work.” Namjoon poked his reflection in the mirror.

            Jimin froze, the memory of Namjoon being touched like that. How Namjoon looked terrified, with tears in his eyes when Jimin stumbled upon them. How he cried himself to sleep every night for months. The stress of going back to work made him too sick to eat. Namjoon suffered, afraid to run into his attacker again.          

            If he only knew.

            The rumor that Jimin had his assistant start was the he was fired. It was a simple lie that everyone could believe. They did. No one knew that Seokjin had Jinsoo killed. When no one came looking for him Jimin suspected that Seokjin either threatened Jinsoo’s family, paid them off or they just didn’t care.

            Jimin pulled into the garage, turned the car off and slid the seatbelt off. He turned to Namjoon, afraid to meet his eyes as he searched for the words. “Listen Joonie. I know things have been stressful lately, especially after the incident with Kookie—”

            Namjoon cut him off, “You don’t have to say it Jimin.”

            “I feel like I have to. I’m not always going to be around to protect you. But if someone were to take you, I would stop at nothing to find you. I love you.”

            “I love you too.” Namjoon smiled, leaning in towards Jimin. Tilting his head in the opposite direction of Jimin’s. Their kiss was short, but extremely sweet. When they broke apart, they put their foreheads together.

            “Does this mean I can start helping out in the kitchen.” Namjoon whispered.

            “Wow, you’re really drunk.” Jimin hopped out of the car, Namjoon followed him.

            “Please Jimin.” Namjoon whined, “I’m afraid I don’t know how to make anything for myself anymore. What’s going to happen when I go to my mom’s and she asks me to make coffee? I’m gonna stand in front of the machine looking for the one button.”

            “It’s amazing your mother even lets you in the kitchen.” Jimin joked.

            They entered the house, relieving themselves of their shoes and hung their coats up.

            “That’s not funny Jimin.” Namjoon’s shoulders sank, his lips in full pout mode.

            Jimin’s heart panged, “alright. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

            Namjoon cheered loudly and ran through the house towards their bedroom. Jimin slowly followed him with a glass of water and a couple of Aspirins. When he found his tall drunk he was lying on his back on the bed, clothes still on and breathing heavily.

            “I think I’m dying.” Namjoon said.

            “You’re not dying. You’re just drunk.” Jimin countered. He put the water and pills down on Namjoon’s nightstand and moved in front of him. He held his arms out, fingers spread wide.

            “C’mon let’s get you ready for bed.” Jimin said offering up his killer smirk.

            “I’m not a baby.” Namjoon was pouting again.

            “I beg to differ, baby boy.” Jimin got on top of Namjoon, straddling his frame between his thick thighs, pinning his hands above his head. “Or do I have to remind you how pretty you looked in this position a few nights ago?”

            Namjoon’s face flushed.

            Jimin’s eyebrow perked. Leaning down, he barely graced his plumped lips over Namjoon’s jaw. “Should I tease you too, like I did then? Will you cry and beg for me?”

            Namjoon clenched his lips shut and turned his head to avoid Jimin’s dominating stare out of pure stubbornness.

            “You need a refresher course on manners, baby boy.” Jimin whispered dangerously in Namjoon’s ear.

            He shuttered underneath Jimin’s body. Jimin smirked into Namjoon’s flesh, peppering him in kisses and nips. Just as Namjoon was feeling turned on and frazzled from being teased Jimin stopped. He sat back on his calves and elegantly got off the bed.

            “Not tonight baby boy. Maybe tomorrow.” Jimin offered his hand to Namjoon. It took him a minute, but he eventually took his hand and was pulled up by the smaller man with ease.

            In the bathroom, Namjoon took his medicine, downed the water and another glass, removed his contacts and brushed his teeth. The one thing he wasn’t allowed to do was pick his night wear. That was Jimin’s choice, but tonight he gave him his sweat pants and an oversized shirt.

            Cuddling up, Namjoon was always the small spoon. Unless Jimin had a stressful day at work. Then Jimin would cozy up in Namjoon’s arms, bury his head in his chest and fall asleep to Namjoon’s hand gently brushing through his hair.

            However, Namjoon was a clingy drunk and wanted to latch onto Jimin like a koala. Jimin didn’t mind. He loved feeling his big baby’s soft breath against his neck. He loved looking down to see his shirt’s material being crushed in Namjoon’s giant hand, how Namjoon’s soft hair tickled his chin. Their legs tangled together, blankets shifting over them, the air from the outside bringing the neighborhood’s life.

Jimin loved him. He told Namjoon every day, but he didn’t know just how much. Jimin could never put it in words, he always felt bad for that because Namjoon always knew what to say. He knew how to put his action into words. Maybe that’s why they worked. They were total opposites. Jimin loved him. Namjoon loved Jimin. Everything was perfect.   

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Hello my lovely star shines.

First of all, it is four in the morning. I should be asleep, but I have a lot on my mind. Its mainly Sugar that has been on my mind. 

So here it is. 

There will only be two chapters left. I know I said that this would just be used for drabbles and one shots and what not. But I'm honestly not feeling it anymore. 

I seriously appreciate all the love that Sugar has gotten. I honestly did not expect it. And I love the people that left comments. You guys kept me going and informed on how I was doing. 

 You guys can't guilt trip me into keeping this going. That's wrong of you to do. I have a life and I need to focus on it. I may update this from time to time when I get inspired, it won't be that much.

There is another BTS story I want to work on. Like an actual story and I've been tinkering with it for a couple of months. Its in my moments on my twitter page. I might redo the whole thing though.

I have also been focusing more on an original story and I really love it. I wanna see how far I can take it. I want to actually finish it and maybe even get it published. Although I think that's wishing a bit hard.

⭐Some spoilers⭐

The next chapter will be about Yoongi and Hoseok. Mainly because Hoseok hasn't had a major role in Sugar. Especially after the Taegiseok chapter. I'm not gonna say what it's going to be about. I just feel like Hoseok doesn't get enough love in fanfics. I'm guilty of it too, but I'm gonna change that.

The last chapter is going to be closure for Jinkook. When you last read about them, Seokjin saved Jungkook from the kidnappers. Seokjin promised to take Jungkook away, sort of like a vaction. And Jungkook, mentally, promised to tell Seokjin everything about his past. 

I think that will be a nice way to wrap everything. It'll give everyone closure, Jinkook mostly. 

I'm sorry if this makes you angry, but I got to do right by me.

Sincerely,

Banshee

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Hoseok will never forget the first time he saw Yoongi. It was his first year at college and he was just wandering around aimlessly after his classes were over. Even though it was summer the heat wasn’t that bad. He didn’t feel like he needed to take three showers just because he felt sticky with sweat.

He was in the quad, introducing himself to the kids that were in some on his classes. He turned around from a group of cute girls and saw Yoongi. He was making his way across the quad, dodging people who were handing out flyers for their clubs, keeping his head down. He was dressed head to toe in black and his pout was adorable.

After describing who he was to the guy who ran his dorm Hoseok found out who he was and where he worked.

“Don’t even try man. He maybe a second year, but he doesn’t talk to anyone. Like at all. Since he’s been here.” The head boy said, but heavily sighed when he saw the hopeful glint in Hoseok’s eyes, “however, if you really want to talk to him, use this.”

Head boy gave Hoseok a coupon. He explained that all Freshmen received it in their welcome packet. It was a twenty bucked in store credit. The perfect way in, Hoseok thought.

He didn’t even know if Yoongi was at work or not. But when he opened the door and the bell chimed Yoongi glanced up and greeted him.

Hoseok went directly to Yoongi and slid the coupon on the table.

“Ah you’re a new student.” Yoongi took the coupon, “You live in the dorms, right?”

Hoseok nodded his head, “I’m in the Big Hit building.”

Yoongi’s ears perked, “So was I.”

“You were? That’s cool!” Hoseok shouted, his smile turning into a heart. “Then you’re an art student like me. What are you studying? I’m majoring in dance with a minor in child psychology.”

“Music production with a minor in photography.” Yoongi replied.

“Music production? That’s so cool. Have I heard any of your stuff?” Hoseok asked, leaning against the counter.

“Not unless you go to the underground meetings.” Yoongi replied looking to quickly change the subject. “So, about your coupon. You can be smart and buy things like tooth brush and paste, the shower essentials and food. Or you can just buy food.”

“Is that your advice as an upper classman?” Hoseok asked.

            “Yes, so choose wisely.” Yoongi handed Hoseok a basket and turned towards the inventory he had been counting when Hoseok first arrived.

            As Hoseok meandered around the store he occasionally looked up and to watch Yoongi work. He was oddly cute. Hoseok never went for men, but there was something about Yoongi that he was drawn to. Maybe it was his I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude or his plump pouty lips. Or maybe it was his feminine legs Hoseok just realized he had when Yoongi walked around the counter. Hoseok began to imagine him wearing thigh high stockings with little boys and garter belts attaching them to his lacey underwear that caved between his cheeks.

            The bell to the door and Yoongi greeting the customer made Hoseok jump and scream. He received two bewildered looks from the two until he finished his shopping. Hoseok knew his face was flushed. He could fill it in his ears.

            “You went for the wise idea.” Yoongi stated as he rung everything up. “If you keep thinking like that you’ll do great here.”

            That’s how it started. Wise words from a man that was only a year older than him. Hoseok hung out with Yoongi whenever he could. He was introduced to the underground rapping scene and Yoongi even came to a few of his dance practices.

            It was Christmas break. The whole campus was pure white with new snow. Hoseok was alone. He didn’t tell Yoongi. Mainly because he didn’t want him to feel bad. But also, because he didn’t want to bring up his family and how disappointed they were in him. Hoseok needed a few drinks before he brought that issue up.

            Somehow Yoongi found out. To this day Hoseok still doesn’t know how he did it. Hoseok got up to go take the longest shower since no one was in the dorm. He opened the door to Yoongi knocking on his chest instead of the fake wood.

            “What are—” Hoseok was at a loss for words. He felt a lump form in the back of his throat. He was so happy to see Yoongi and he looked so cute all bundled up in his winter gear.

            “I thought you could use the company.” Yoongi raised a bag, “also my mom made chicken and a bunch of sides. It should last us a few days.”

            Hoseok dropped his shower essentials to pull Yoongi into the tightest hug. Awkwardly, Yoongi wrapped his arms around Hoseok’s waist. It was strange to him. To comfort someone else. Especially since this is the first time Yoongi has ever seen Hoseok like this.

Hoseok cried as he picked his things up off the floor, Yoongi smirked the entire time he helped. Hoseok almost didn’t leave to take a shower, but Yoongi insisted. Claiming that he needed to heat everything up.

            Thirty minutes later, Hoseok’s hair was puffy dry and his face shinned with cleanliness. His room smelled like home cooking and his stomach praised god that it wasn’t ramen for once. Yoongi had just finished setting down the bowl of rice for them to split when he glanced up to see Hoseok just staring.

            “Sorry my mom sent me with enough food to feed an army.” Yoongi shyly smiled.

            “Your mom is the greatest person on this whole planet of Earth.” Hoseok mumbled Yoongi’s laugh filled the empty halls, causing Hoseok to jump because this was the first time Yoongi really laughed.

            “Sit down you idiot before everything gets cold.” Yoongi waved him over the table, while he just plopped down in the spot he had been standing in. Which was right next to Hoseok.

            Their knees touched as they ate and watched Netflix on Hoseok’s X-Box. Hoseok asked about Yoongi’s visit with his family and how his mid-terms went.

            “Surprisingly well, on both ends.” Yoongi reported, “My dad actually spoke to me. I guess my mom put the fear of god into him if he didn’t try.”

            “Hoseok laughed, “I love your mom.”

            “I’ll let her know. Maybe you can come home with me during the summer.”

            “Your dad will kill me.” Hoseok’s face went white.

            “He’s more afraid of my mom.” Yoongi countered. “She’d protect you with her mama bear strength.”

            Soft silence. Yoongi debated on asking Hoseok why he didn’t return home for the holidays. Hoseok rarely talked about himself, unless it was about it school or one of his part time jobs. Or an up and coming Hope on the Street video.

            “My sister called me week before vacation started.” Hoseok quietly said.

            Yoongi scooted closer to him, placing a gentle hand on Hoseok’s knee. He placed one of Hoseok’s hands on top of his and placed his only free hand on top of Hoseok’s. Their fingers intertwined, Hoseok squeezing so hard his knuckles turned white.

            “She said that dad didn’t want to see me. Called me a disgrace.” Hoseok sobbed, “I asked to talk to mom, but she said that wasn’t a good idea. Dad would have been furious.”

            Hoseok whipped the tears that escaped, “Sis said that she’s visiting me in a few days. That’ll be nice.”

            “She’s not afraid of your dad?”

            “Never was.” Hoseok choked, a heavy sob following.

            Yoongi got up from his spot, straddled Hoseok and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Hoseok clung to the back of Yoongi’s shirt, burying his face in his petite chest. Yoongi cradled Hoseok close to him, literally feeling the tension and stress leave his body with every harsh sob.

            Yoongi knew all about angry fathers. Up until his first year in high school his father warmly greeted him every morning, smiled at him whenever he saw Yoongi. He even supported his passion to produce music. They shared photography as a hobby. The day Yoongi came out, he could see his father’s pride in his son disappear. Like the light was leaving his life.

            There was shouting from his father, from Yoongi trying to defend himself and his mother who shoved his father when he struck Yoongi. The next day Yoongi’s aunt took him to live with her. His mother promised that it was for his safety and that she’d set his father straight. An entire year had passed until Yoongi was finally able to come home.

            His father rarely spoke to him. He hardly said a word to anyone. Yoongi followed his example, but he spoke to his mother. She was always curious about his crushes, but he denied that he even had any. Which was a lie, he didn’t want to say it out loud just in case his father was eavesdropping.

            Hoseok had calmed down, the tears had stopped—stained to his face—but he wouldn’t let Yoongi go. Yoongi practically bent himself in half trying to reach for a tissue or anything to dry Hoseok’s face. His shirt pulled up, displaying his mid-drift that Hoseok suddenly wanted to snuggle and kiss.

            “Here you dope.” Yoongi patted his face, but left the tissue on Hoseok’s head, covering his face.

            It got Hoseok to laugh and to release Yoongi, from his grasp. But something happened that Yoongi wasn’t expecting. When the tissue fell from Hoseok’s face, he was staring straight into Yoongi’s dark eyes. He was calm, but his eyes drifted all over Yoongi’s face, finally settling on his lips. The look in his eyes made Yoongi swallow hard. Hoseok’s eyes held their usual playfulness, but they were drowned out by two emotions. Need and lust.

            “I want to kiss you.” Hoseok whispered, “can I? Can I kiss you?”

            “You’re actually asking?” Yoongi was taken back. Most of the guys he hooked up with just took.

            “Can I?” Hoseok asked once more, his eyes bouncing from Yoongi’s bewildered gaze to his parted, pouty lips.

            The moment Yoongi said yes Hoseok crushed their lips together. Fitting perfectly around each other. Yoongi’s hands went back and forth between cupping Hoseok’s face to entangling his fingers in his chestnut hair. Hoseok’s hands never drifted far from the inside of Yoongi’s shirt. His skin was incredibly soft, the urge to bruise his skin with kisses was almost too powerful.

            They hardly parted for air until Hoseok’s finger gently swiped over the bud of Yoongi’s nipple. Yoongi moaned loudly into their kiss and then immediately parted.

            “What are we doing?” Yoongi panicked, rushing to get to his feet and the other side of the room. “Are you even gay? You’ve never told me! Oh my god.”

            Hoseok got to his feet, “I mean I might be at least bi.”

            “Might? Oh my god Hoseok—" Yoongi clutched his head in his hands, sitting on the bed.      

“To be honest Yoongi, you’re the first boy I’ve ever felt like kissing.” Hoseok admitted.

            “I’m an experiment.” Yoongi’s head snapped in Hoseok’s direction. He was mad. Madder than he’s ever been.

            Hoseok shook his head, “no Yoongi it doesn’t. I just want to be with you. I want to try.” Hoseok joined him, placing his hands in between his legs. He glanced up at Yoongi, he was worried. Worried about his friend that he might have pushed too far. Worried that he was going to lose him forever.

“That still makes me an experiment Hoseok. What if we start dating, but then you decide that you don’t like dating men. That you don’t like me. I’m the one that gets hurt. Not you. I’m the one that gets left behind while you just get to move on.”

            “No Yoongi—”

            “I’ll be left behind, still having feelings for you.” Yoongi shouted, hating the tears that suddenly appeared.

            Hoseok grabbed Yoongi and pulled him into a tight embrace. He rubbed soothing circles into his back, while the other brushed through his hair. When Yoongi finally calmed Hoseok slowly moved his hands to cup Yoongi’s face, his thumbs catching his tears as they fell. Hesitantly, Yoongi shifted his eyes back and forth before meeting Hoseok’s soft gaze.

            “Stay with me.” Hoseok whispered, inches away from Yoongi’s face. “Stay with me for as long as you’ll have me. Please give me a chance Yoongi."

            Yoongi sniffled, grabbing Hoseok’s hands, but he never pushed him away. He nudged his nose against Hoseok’s and parted his lips. Taking the hint, Hoseok tilted his head to the side, matching their lips once more. There was fire, but instead of acting on it and pushing Yoongi, he held Yoongi close to him, pressing their lips together. Yoongi moaned into their kiss, his hands resting on Hoseok’s chest—clutching the material of his shirt.

            They parted for air and rested their foreheads against each other’s. Hoseok took Yoongi’s hands off his chest and rested both of theirs in his lap.

            “Stay with me tonight.”

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When Jungkook woke up in a haze. He felt like he was floating, but he was in so much pain. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and expected to see Seokjin’s very tidy, very neatly decorated room. Instead he was in a narrow hall filled with chairs and tables.

            “This is the weirdest heaven.” Jungkook mumbled.

            There was a chuckle far away from him, “disappointed that there’s no Overwatch?”

            Jungkook glanced up, “God?”

            “No cigar, but close enough.” Seokjin appeared next to him holding two mugs of tea with a warm smile. “How are you feeling?”

            “Honestly, its kind of hard to believe that it actually happened.” Jungkook gripped the cup tight enough until his knuckles were ghost white. “But it did, didn’t it?”

            Seokjin sunk his eyes to the floor, “it did and I’m so, so sorry Jungkook. It’s my fault.”

            Jungkook nodded, “Yea it is.”

            Seokjin dramatically gasped with a hand over his chest, “you hate me Kookie?”

            The younger leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “I could never hate you, Jinnie, but…”

            Seokjin cupped Jungkook’s face and placed several kisses all over his face.

            “But…where are we going?” Jungkook questioned with bunny smile cracking.

            “The one place you’ve always wanted to go.” Seokjin said vaguely, leaving his love to ponder the possibilities.

            “The Overwatch convention? We wouldn’t fly to that though, would we? Are we going to the one in the United States?” Jungkook seriously asked.

            Seokjin had to turn his head to hide the giant grin on his face, “nope.”

            “Then where are we going?” Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest, which stung when bruised ribs when he settled back against the cushioned chair.

            “I guess I can give you a hint.” Seokjin handed Jungkook his cup, popped up and disappeared into a closet. When he returned his hands were behind his back, clearly hiding something. “Close your eyes.”

            Jungkook did as he was told and slowly closed them. He felt the cups lifted from his grasps, hearing them clank against a near by table. For a few moments his hands remained empty until a heavy object was gently lowered into them. 

            “You can open them.” Seokjin whispered, sitting in his original spot.

            Jungkook opened his eyes and immediately looked down. Seokjin witnessed his love’s doe eyes enlarge to the point where he thought they were going to pop out of their sockets.

            “You didn’t.”

            “I did.”

            “But why? When?”

            “When we went out to that take-out place by your place you were ogling it every time we walked by.” Seokjin answered.

            Jungkook immediately began to play with the new Panasonic Lumix 4k, but then suddenly placed it in his lap and turned towards Seokjin. “I love it. I really do. But you didn’t get this for me because I was kidnapped, did you?”

            “I originally bought it for your birthday. I was gonna surprise you with new gear for your photoshoots just in time for your final.” Seokjin explained, “however, I figured you’d want to break it in before that.”

            “Where are we going Seokjin?” Jungkook looked out the window only saw dark, starry skies.

            “London and then Germany and the Switzerland. It’s beautiful there this time of year and not so rainy. If that’s even possible.” Seokjin replied.

            “You really didn’t have to do this, Jin. I feel bad.” Jungkook sighed heavily.

            Seokjin tilted his head, “why?”

            Jungkook didn’t answer, he just glanced sheepishly between Seokjin and the floor and the camera. He could feel the guilty and embarrassing tears threatening spill.

            “Kookie look at me.”  Seokjin spoke gently and when Jungkook didn’t he scooted closer to the younger male and draped an arm around his shoulders. Jungkook’s head laid in the crook of Seokjin’s neck. “All of this, getting kidnapped and beaten, isn’t your fault. You are the victim and its okay to feel guilty and I’m so happy that you told me. I should have better protected you, I should have been honest with who I was from the very beginning. I was just afraid that if you knew, you wouldn’t have stuck around.”

            Jungkook removed himself from Seokjin’s embrace and tucked the camera in the corner of the sofa. When he returned to Seokjin he was straddling his lap, hands on the older’s face—drinking in every curve of cheek and the depth of his brown eyes.

            “I would have fallen for you even if you were a poor college student living off ramen. I love you Kim Seokjin. With all my heart. I don’t care what you do for a living and I don’t think any of this is your fault. You don’t have to buy me expensive things or take me to expensive places or restaurants. I just need you. I want you.”

            They were inches away from locking their lips together until the Captain’s voice echoed throughout the cabin. “We’re landing in ten minutes sir. I would advise you and your friend to buckle up.”

            “Thank you, Captain. Thank you.” Seokjin shouted as Jungkook dropped his head on the incredibly wide shoulder of his lover. He was pissed that he was cock blocked after spilling his heart out like that.

            “We can continue this talk at the hotel.” Seokjin squeezed Jungkook’s hand and placed a gently kiss on his cheek. “I love you too.”

            The hotel was beyond fancy. It was the fanciest hotel Jungkook has ever seen and he’s never been in one to compare it to. Their suite was basically a large condo that he never wanted to leave. The view of the Eifel Tower filled their large windows and the glimmering lights of the city looked like stars that he could catch in his hands.

            Seokjin came up from behind him, snaked his arms around Jungkook’s slim waist and rested their heads against one another. He tickled Jungkook’s jawline and neck with ticklish kisses to the point where he had him squirming in his strong arms.

            Jungkook complained loudly, wiggled his way around in Seokjin’s arms to avoid his ticklish kisses. Enveloping his arms around Seokjin, he buried his face in his chest.

            “Why do you smell so good?” Jungkook inhaled deeply, taking in Seokjin’s natural musk mixed with his cologne.

            Seokjin chuckled when Jungkook continued to bury his nose in the crook of his neck. “You’re awfully cuddly.”

            “M’sleepy.” Jungkook mumbled. Seokjin hugged his head, “my last boyfriend never liked to cuddle. He used to throw a fit every time I tried to get close to him.”

            “Is this the same one that hit you?” Seokjin asked.

            Jungkook nodded, “it didn’t happen every day, but when it did I always thought I deserved it. Every time I got hit or pushed I thought I really did deserve it. That I was worthless.”

            Seokjin pulled away from Jungkook, when he felt hot tears soak his shirt. He cupped his chubby cheeks, whipping away the free-falling tears.

            Jungkook sobbed heavily, “but I know that’s not true. You made me feel loved and worth something. I have so much to thank you for because you gave me my life back.”

            “Kookie…” Seokjin sniffed, pride swelling in this chest.  He couldn’t help but think how shy and bashful Jungkook was when they first met. He wouldn’t have been brave enough to tell Seokjin his feelings. He wouldn’t by crying like this now.

            “Seokjin. I want you. I want to be with you one hundred percent. I’m ready.”

            The elder stumbled back, his face beaming with happiness, “Are you sure?”    

            Jungkook nodded, “I am. I want you Seokjin.”

            Seokjin paused, his lips pursing into a thin line. “Since this will be our first time I’ll go easy on you, but I still want you to choose a safe-word.”

            Seokjin swiftly captured Jungkook’s lips, devouring him in heated passion. With them holding on to each other, Seokjin moved them to the bed. Slowly, Seokjin peeled their clothes away, he gently pushed Jungkook onto the bed. He placed several kisses on every inch on his body, worshipping it. Ecstatic that he could finally have Jungkook like this.

            He reacted perfectly, his sobs turned into moans and whimpers. His strong hands against Seokjin’s back, the way his body arched and his head tilting back. Seokjin drank in the sight before him, purple bruises beginning to blossom all over Jungkook’s pale body. He hasn’t even begun to stretch him, but Jungkook already looked fucked out.

            “Jungkook before we go any further I need to know that you’re okay. Are you sure you want this?” Seokjin asked, speaking softly.

            The man below him looked up at him, his face flushed, “yes. I want this. I want you.”

            “If you need to stop or if I go too far too fast you need to decide on a safe word.” Seokjin stated.

            “Safe word?”

            “We spoke about this before, when we set up our rules.” Seokjin explained, his hands dragging along Jungkook’s glistening body. “It can be a simple word, nothing fancy.”

            “Bunny.” Jungkook mumbled, “I’ll use Bunny.”

            Seokjin smirked, leaning down—a hand going to Jungkook’s cheek and the other to his cock. Jungkook’s head fell back against the mattress, his back arching.

            “You’re so sensitive.” Seokjin murmured against Jungkook’s ear, relishing in the way his body shivered underneath him. He was playing with him, teasing his cock with lazy movements to see how far he could go.

            Jungkook’s hips thrusted into Seokjin’s hand, to feel some sort of friction. Seokjin took his hand away from Jungkook’s face to pin his hips to the bed. The younger whimpered at the loss, tears of frustration spilling.

            “Do you want more?” Seokjin teased.

            Jungkook nodded.

            “Use your words Kookie.”

            Blushing Jungkook looked nervously away, “I…I want more. Please, can I have more?”

            “Since you begged so sweetly for me.” Seokjin pulled his hands away from Jungkook’s body. The bed dipped as Seokjin slid from the bed. “Get on all fours for me, Kookie. Ass up.”

            As Jungkook mustered the energy to follow his order, Seokjin was rummaging through his body. When he returned Jungkook had his face buried in the pillows with his ass perched for Seokjin.

            “So pretty for me.”

            Jungkook was tense. Seokjin instantly felt that as soon as he placed a hand on an ass cheek. “Are you okay Jungkook?”

            “Y-yes.”

            “Are you sure?” Seokjin repeated the questions, “its alright if you want me to stop.”

            “No, I’m fine. Please keep going.” Jungkook said more confidently.

            “Alright I’m going to start Kookie. Use your safe word if you need to.” Seokjin half ordered and half begged.

            “I promise Jinnie, just please, I need you.”

            “Soon Kookie, soon.” Seokjin patted his cheek and waited until he felt Jungkook physically relax below his touch.

            Seokjin lubed Jungkook’s hole, smoothing it over with the thick liquid and then over a finger. Slowly, he inserted his finger, massaging his walls. Jungkook moaned at the feeling, cooing at Seokjin’s gentle touch.

            “Are you ready for more?” Seokjin asked.

            Jungkook panted, “Yes, please Jinnie.”

            Seokjin chuckled at Jungkook’s cuteness and pulled his finger out to add more lube to two fingers. He placed a hand on the base of Jungkook’s spine to be able to feel Jungkook’s reaction. Slower than before, Seokjin entered his two fingers down to their first knuckle. He paused giving Jungkook time to adjust.

            “Feel good, Kookie?”

            Jungkook hummed, “yes. Please don’t stop.”

            “Sh in a minute. You need to adjust first.”

            Jungkook whined, pushing his ass towards Seokjin. In return, Seokjin swatted his ass, making Jungkook yelp and jump.

            “Behave Kookie or there’ll be punishment.” Seokjin warned.

            “I’m sorry Jinnie. Its just been so long.” Jungkook wept.

            “I know Kookie, I know. Be patient for me, be patient for Daddy.”

            Warm sunlight cracked through the whispering curtains. Jungkook complained when the light hit his eyes, groaning as he turned to his opposite side.

            “What’s the matter? Is the light bothering my baby?” Seokjin’s morning voice was like honey on the ears, smooth and deep with a little crack like an ember of a flame.

            “Yes, make it go away Jinnie.’ Jungkook whined, curling in on himself.

            “C’mere.” Seokjin scooped Jungkook into his arms, cradling his head on his chest. “How are you feeling? Are you sore?”

            “Honestly? No. I feel refreshed and somehow less agitated.” Jungkook replied.

            Seokjin laughing was better than crack, it was so innocent and carefree. He pulled Jungkook to lie on top of him, squeezing their bodies together.

            “You’re so adorable.” Seokjin squealed.

            “Please stop. It’s way too early in the morning for this.” Jungkook dropped his head on Seokjin’s wide chest in defeat.

            “Alright I’ll stop. We’ll sleep a little bit more. But we do need to eat at some point.” Seokjin could feel his hunger slowly creep up on him. He knew Jungkook had to be feeling it too. He handled so much for their first night. Seokjin was surprised. When he thought he went too hard, Jungkook either pushed back against him or begged him to continue.

            He passed out after the fourth time they unloaded. Even though Seokjin was dog tired from, well, everything, he couldn’t let either of them go to bed sticky. To the best of his abilities he cleaned them both up and buried them under the covers.

            “We need to take a shower too. We probably stink.” Seokjin added, stifling a yawn.

            “Kay.” Jungkook mumbled out as he settled into his new position on top of Seokjin. “I wanna try a banana crepe.”

            “Banana crepes for everyone!” Seokjin cheered lazily, with an arm extended in the air.

            “You’re so weird, but I love you.” Jungkook grinned, nuzzling his nose underneath Seokjin’s chin.

            Warmly smiling down at Jungkook, he kissed the top of his head, “I love you too.”

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I had a sudden realization about what I want to do for this new Sugar so I'm re-doing everything. It's fine though, I haven't even started it.