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Jungkook was sitting on the green-painted metal bench under the safeguard of a bus stop. His eyes kept closing on themselves and his head kept falling on its own as he slapped himself to rid of sleep. A blue board read Yogsan Bus Terminal in white bold font.

Rubbing his eyes too hard by wrists, he saw a phenomenon so marvelous which still amazed him, a vision of beautiful and hetero-chromous stars scattered on a black canvas which you see when you rub your eyes tightly.

"You should not be out at this ungodly hour, alone and especially in this neighborhood." A voice startled him as he jumped a little on the bench where he sat, clutched his Cross pendant with one hand and Iron man bag pack with the other as he glided away from the silhouette. His heart was pounding in his ears by the sudden presence of a human.

The voice was so sweet and soft that he could not think of anything until he looked up to see a beautiful man in a gold-toned, double-button blazer. The buttons were left open and matching trouser flaunting his classy look with a contrast shirt and tie which was loosened on his neck allowing to sneak a peek at his scrumptious Adam's apple through unbuttoned shirt.

The street light above him radiated the golden glow more from his suit and his entire existence looked as if he was a man from the stories who could touch and turn anything to gold merely by putting his hand on it.

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and a pout complimentarily popped up, showing his discomfort to a stranger with whom he did not want to talk, but his mind was meddled with and mesmerized under air filled with the fragrance of Clive Christian exuding from the man. He was not able to keep his eyes off of the golden man.

"Where do you live?" The suited man asked tenaciously as he settled on the bench himself beside Jungkook, but maintained a safe distance because he saw the boy flinch earlier and he did not want to scare him further.

"I am not going to tell you anything," Jungkook said, knitting his eyebrows more as if he is trying to intimidate the person but in reality, he looked like a baby bunny trying to pull off a heist in front of the man, who in turn, was adoring the innocence emitting from him.

"Because Mommy taught you to not talk to a stranger?" Jimin smiled sardonically as he turned his frame towards Jungkook, not giving in to those deathly glares he was receiving which were supposed to make him scared for his dear life, but in actuality making him all giggly inside.

Jungkook kept glaring at him and poked his inner cheek from his tongue, not amused by his little sarcasm.

Jimin heaved a sigh and turned to look ahead and at a far distance where he could only see the darkness. "If you are waiting for the bus then you have missed the last one and you will be sitting here till morning." He said humorlessly.

Jungkook rubbed his eyes one more time by the back of his fingers and Jimin smiled looking at him with side-eyes.

"It will get cold each passing hour and you might freeze to death," Jimin continued and Jungkook whipped his head like a bat out of hell towards Jimin. His neck cracked a sound and he immediately put his left hand over it to brace himself from a sudden pain while his right hand still tugged onto his red bag pack.

Jimin slyly darted his eyes back to the hue of black. "Or worse...you could get eaten by a ghost. I have heard they dance naked in the park past midnight." Jimin was noticing the change in Jungkook's action to his words.

He was nothing more to Jimin than an adorable and pure boy clutching his bag as if he is trying to protect the treasure inside and his all baby pink tracksuit was doing no better to contribute more to the said image.

Hearing the undergrowth and grass rustling behind him, Jungkook flinched again and he gripped his locket tightly. His shoulders slumped as his eyes closed shut, and he immediately scooted towards the man with whom he was still not willing to talk, but apparently, he now wanted the man to protect him.

Jimin stealthily put his hand around Jungkook's shoulder, careful to not touch him on the headrest of the bench, and raised his palm in the air behind his back. The lurking men got the hint to not attack the boy and left them alone as they blithely withdrew and disappeared from behind the bushes in no time.

"Come on! I will drop you." He offered Jungkook as he stood brushing off the creases from his expensive suit, wanting Jungkook to follow who only looked at him with a puzzled face.

He remained standing for almost half a minute, and Jungkook looked everywhere but at Jimin, avoiding him at all costs. "You want to serve yourself as a dinner for ghosts then. Very well. I will leave you be. I bet they will enjoy their meal." Jimin closed the top button of his blazer indicating that he is ready to leave but did not actually move.

Jungkook was still deciding whether to leave with this strange man who looked no less than a celebrity, or just stay here and be dinner of a ghost who he was so afraid of. Jimin decided to help him make his mind. He crouched down on his toes with his boot heels in the air and caught Jungkook off guard as he gave him his phone.

"Here, you can call 119 if I perhaps try to sell your organs or maybe try to steal your Iron man. The number is on speed dial." Jungkook looked at him, dumbfounded, and at the loss of words. He snatched the phone from Jimin's hand either way as he clutched his bag pack against his chest, all set to follow the stranger.

Jimin smiled slightly and stood up from the ground.

He escorted Jungkook across the road at a small distance from the bus stop towards a dim-lit alley where Jungkook saw a limousine parked.

Seeing the boss approaching, the driver immediately stepped out to open the door for Jimin. The mafia leader raised his index finger, dismissing the driver in between. He opened the door himself for a young boy who got inside, and then he walked around the car to find his driver standing with a door opened for him that he slowly closed shut once he himself got inside.

Jungkook looked around the car which he has never seen, not even in movies. "Where to, sir?" The driver asked by pulling down the partition screen between the driver's and back passenger's seat, but got no response as Jungkook was busy eyeing the surroundings.

Jimin patted the boy gently on the shoulder. "Where do you live?" He asked in a gentle low tone.

Jungkook jostled back from the wonderland as he gave the driver his address who pulled up the partition again, and the car started to move. "What's your name?" Jimin asked as he turned on the lights, looking at the boy more clearly now.

Jimin noticed an inch-long scar on the left side of the younger's cheek which ran along his cheekbone, actually no, he had no cheekbones, but only baby fat on his cheeks. Other than that he was flawless, his skin was fair and supple, his height surpassed Jimin's by a few centimeters, his eyes, Jimin thought were the most innocent pair he has seen in his entire existence. They showed no trickery or deceit which intrigued Jimin. The boy had well-defined muscles that could be developed well if polished satisfactorily.  His nose was big with a sculpted bridge and his lips were thin and pink.

"Jeon Jungkook," The boy replied in a small voice.

"I am Park Jimin." He stretched his hand towards Jungkook who accepted it after switching Jimin's phone to his left, which was still ready to call 119 in case Jimin tried to steal his Iron man bag pack.

"Nice to meet you, Jimin."

"That's Hyung for you, Pinocchio," Jimin said in a husky yet gentle tone.

Jungkook glared at Jimin, covering his bridge of the nose on the nickname as his pout peeked from beneath which made Jimin smile slightly, but he sucked his cheeks and bit them from inside to carry on a straight face.

Sometime later, the car stopped. Jimin kept looking at Jungkook who slowly got out of the car after mumbling thank you to both men, but he stopped abruptly because Jimin held his wrist. When he turned to look, Jimin remained seated inside and his gaze kept darting straight ahead, but he was holding out his free hand in the air.

Jungkook glared at him yet again, completely unamused by the fact that Jimin was touching him.

On getting no response, Jimin turned his frame towards Jungkook. "My phone Bun Bun." He wiggled his eyebrows and eyed his phone which he had given to Jungkook to call cops, just in case.

Jungkook thumped the phone on his stretched palm and stomped off to the house, leaving the car door hanging.

When he reached the gate, he turned. The car stood still in its place but he could not see anything through black tinted glass.

He rang the bell and waited for one whole minute before ringing again. Why is the car still here? Is he the ghost? Will he attack me from behind? The thoughts kept ringing in his mind until he saw light coming through the gap between the door frame and floor, indicating that someone is coming to answer the door.

He slyly turned around and saw the car still did not budge, but before he could torture himself more with the thoughts of paranormal presences, the door opened to a shouting lady.

No words registered to his mind or ears as he dashed inside and turned to see the car, but it was gone. Just like that, in a jiffy, without making any sound.

"Was he really a ghost?" He thought.

"I will not open the door if you are late from now on. What a woman got to do in this household to get a good night's sleep?" The voice went distant and more distant before finally vanishing with the owner of voice herself, and Jungkook just stood on the door, alone, contemplating on his own, and clutching his delicate heart which was hopping up to his throat and he could hear it in his ears with fear.

He walked to his room, took off his clothes, and folded them nicely to be kept in a laundry bag, post which he took shower, thinking about how manly yet elegant Jimin looked. He did not realize that he came back and fell on his bed playing with his long wet hair strands, still lost in the thoughts like vines in a dense forest.

It was when a bat attacked his window making a thud sound that he realized it was too late for bed, which meant that he would wake up late again, which in turn will make him late for his part-time job, and then he would come back home late, and his stepmother would scream at him tomorrow, again.

Thinking about it, he got anxious and he just could not find any position comfortable to put him to sleep. He groaned in frustration and sat upon the bed after a few minutes. Grabbing a bottle from one hand and fumbling the other through the brown wood nightstand placed on to his left and throwing the lamp and a book in the process to the floor with a loud thud, he found his phone.

He pressed on the home key as the bright white light emerged from the screen onto his face, making him squint his eyes a little, but soon, he adjusted to it as he opened them wide and his phone unlocked with a click sound after facial recognition.

He scrolled through Naver and something caught his eye. 

A dead body was found around Yogsan Bus Terminal.

 He scrolled down further eagerly with his thumb and read.

The body was spotted by a delivery boy who was returning after delivering food in the neighborhood when he smelled something burning. With a flashlight on his phone, he found a dead body of a man who appeared to be in his youth, but it is hard to identify him because his body is stabbed gravely and is unrecognizable physically.

He scrolled back to see the date and time and a shiver trickled down his spine when he looked at the article published two minutes ago, which meant someone must have found the body in the last hour and immediately reported it.

The body would not have been thrown there in daylight which also meant that this must have happened not too long ago and then final realization.

"Was Jimin behind it?" He looked shady. Well, exactly not shady. He looked ethereal, but Jungkook got weird vibes from him. Like what a man with a Limo happened to be doing at a bus stop so late? His car was parked in a dark alley, but he did not look like he had come after murdering someone brutally. He did not smell like blood and flesh. He smelled divine, almost like a flower garden afresh.

It scared the living life out of Jungkook as sheer panic rose within, thinking what if he was caught in a crossfire on a dark night?

[1 Jan 2021]

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A day later

"Hey, moron! I don't pay you to stand there like an idiot. Keep it moving," the Boutique owner yelled at Jungkook who was lost in his thoughts until he heard this bare throated bellbird, as he liked to call her, and jolted back to reality. "There will be candidates coming for an interview today. What will they learn from you?" 

"I SAID, MOVE THAT ASS OF YOURS!" She screamed and came near Jungkook to glare at him.

Jungkook left the showcase and went to the bill counter teasing her with wobbly lips. "I shaid mobe chuour ach."

A bell jingled on the store floor as it always did at the entry of customers. Jungkook turned to see Jimin sauntering inside and stopped at the counter abruptly. What the frack! The same guy from last night? Is he following me?

"I would like you to show me some blazers," Jimin asked carelessly without even sparing a full glance as though he didn't remember Jungkook.

Did he not recognize me? Oh well.

"Go away. We don't sell blazers here." Jungkook replied impassively, not looking directly at those orbs of fire and ice, fidgeting with the apple-shaped stress buster ball kept on the counter.

"What do you sell then?" Jimin asked, taking off his oversized metal frame sunglasses and gingerly placing them over the counter.

"We sell PJ sets and all girl's clothing," Jungkook replied, gnawing his teeth.

How can he forget me?

"It says on the board outside. In bold." He pointed towards it.

"I'd like to buy a few PJs then," Jimin told him with a gentle tone and deadpanned sarcasm.

"For god's sake! You want to shut my business down or what?" The witch's wailing made Jungkook roll his eyes so hard that he was sure his eyeballs would fall out of the eye sockets as he scoffed.

She rushed to the counter and eyed Jimin head to toe, thinking he looked rich. "Good sir. This way please," she directed the man towards the showcase.

"I would like this young man to show me around if that's okay with you," Jimin asked the lady and Jungkook poked his left inner cheek.

"Sure, sir," she bowed a little with an unusual polite smile and whipped her neck at Jungkook to show her scowled ugly face which compelled Jungkook to burst out, but how he managed to kill that ridiculous outbreak surprisingly also impressed him as his grin split his face from side to side.

The glare which the witch gave him was enough for him to understand that it would be all downhill after Jimin leaves.

"This way good sir," Jungkook spoke. The words rolled over his tongue resonating the sound effects tuned by the bellbird as he directed Jimin to a small white marble staircase towards the right corner of the store.

"Quite feisty. Aren't you Love?" Jimin addressed Jungkook just as they were walking side by side on stairs and Jungkook knitted his brows at Jimin.

"I see! He is only scared in the dark." Jimin uttered the words directed at Jungkook to no one.

"Ahaa!" Jungkook exclaimed.

"Pinocchio?" Jimin alluded with a smirk.

I knew it. He did not forget about me. That means - he is  following me? Oh god! Why?

"I do remember you and don't think I am following you," Jimin told Jungkook whose mouth hung open.

"What? H-how do you know I was thinking that?" Jungkook stuttered as they reached the basement floor which was well lit and with clothes as far as the eye could see, all colors irking Jimin's eyes.

"I know how pretty brains work in general, bun bun. I did not know that for sure, but thank you for confirming it." He said as he booped the younger's nose who snapped his head back.

"Those are the trial rooms," Jungkook pointed towards the white door. "And this is the rack, where we store it all." He concluded as he hopped onto one stool, taking out his phone, and resumed his game of CyberPunk.

"Make yourself at home." He added with his hands motioning Jimin towards the rack to choose whatever the hell he liked.

Jimin was impressed by the harmless atrocity by the younger. He grabbed whatever came to his hand and threw it towards Jungkook who caught it mid-air. "I will take these."

"Don't you want to try them first?" Jungkook said and then yelled a ridiculously high pitch laugh rolling his head backward until he heard bellbird's wailing which shut him up not before his eyes teared up.

"These are not for me, of course." Jimin ran fingers through his hair and adored the sweet laughter. If this was someone else, his brain would be splattered all over the walls by his men, but here Jimin was, being made fun of, willingly, by a boy who was way too young than him.

"I trust you," Jungkook replied, snorting and trying his best to not laugh any further.

"Will you work tomorrow?" Jimin asked, also grinning. He could not help but smile looking at the zestful younger.

"No," Jungkook conveyed as he friskily hopped to the floor with the girl PJs which he caught earlier, and strutted upstairs to bill the items whilst Jimin followed tail.

He put the dark pink, yellow, magenta polka dot clothes into a glossy bag that was flashing the name of the store, Czarine clothing.

The bell jingled again and a handsome boy entered the store and two pairs of eyes fell on him.

"Welcome!" Jungkook beamed, smiling with a bow, and the boy nervously bowed back. "What do you need?" Jungkook added as he made his way in front of the counter.

Jimin sighed, gazing at the boy and then back at Jungkook, shaking his head.

"Oh! I am here for an interview," the boy replied, clearing his throat.

Jungkook pulled him behind the counter. "You are hired." He enunciated, nodding frantically and shaking his hand.

"Really?" The boy's eyes went wide.

"No. Not really," Jimin uttered loudly, eyes darted at Jungkook who looked at him, poking inner left cheek with his tongue.

"What do you want?" Jungkook asked, gritting his teeth to control the pitch of the sound. The third boy just stood there looking at them in astonishment.

"Give me your phone number," Jimin asked Jungkook.

"You are not that smart how you stage in front of people," Jungkook said indignantly.

"You are quick to judge," Jimin replied with an endearing yet flirtatious smile.

"Get out," Jungkook rebuked, sighing, and dragging open the drawer to put the bill receipt.

"You want me to call your boss on you?" Jimin asked, wriggling his brows at Jungkook.

Jungkook's eyes widened. "What? No. Are you crazy?" He went from sassy to angry, then to bargaining, and back to anger in just a second.

"That depends, Are you into it?"

"Maybe in alternate Universe. Not this one." Jungkook added with a mock wince.

"Hello, miss?!" Jimin shouted for the boss lady.

Jungkook sighed and shook his head. "I can't give you my number. Mommy told me to not go and distribute my number to strangers." Jungkook managed to pull a smug grin even under the situation of him getting blackmailed by this alluring stranger.

"I will come to pick you up in the evening. When do you get off?" Jimin asked nonchalantly and Jungkook looked at the silent third person who just shrugged his shoulders and then back at Jimin.

"You know what? I just realized I don't care. I will be back at-" Jimin peered at his golden watch, "6 o clock." He said and got out through the glass door. Just then, two men rushed their asses to take the bag from Jimin's hand.

"Dainty," Jungkook mumbled, gulping and realizing the other boy was trailing his eyes.

"Oh! I am sorry. I am Jeon Jungkook." He addressed the boy.

"I- Insu. I am Insu." The boy said, gulping at Jungkook.

"Relax Insu. No need to be scared of me. The boss will come soon."

"I thought you were the boss," Insu said, tapping his chin with the index finger, wondering.

"Well, I am. Not just this store's."

**

"He hasn't been in town for so long. Why now? Why kill his own man? Is it a threat or a message he wants to send?" Namjoon asked Jimin who stood lurking outside from behind the window of a skyscraper, looking at tiny cars moving at snail pace.

"How are you so sure that the man was his own?" Jimin asked Namjoon, fazed. The taller was smart and he was the right hand of Jimin who trusted his instinct as much as his own.

"I don't think the old man would shut up for this long if he belonged to him. You would have heard from him by now and that only leaves him." Namjoon explained.

"I think I want to believe you but I also think there is a rookie in play. Don't you think it is possible?" Jimin asked suggestively, facing the taller male and Namjoon hated to disagree with him.

"There would have been murmur. I don't think it is." He replied, taking away the coaster from the gigantic mahogany table to play with it. Namjoon almost always fiddled with objects to mask his anxiety.

Jimin darted his eyes at Namjoon's hands and then met his gaze, smirking. "I think I got my answer. Now you know what time is it." Jimin snickered.

"Time to get to work," Namjoon remarked with burning determination in his eyes as he crushed down the coaster and collected his stance to walk out the door.

Jimin's smirk died down once Namjoon left. He dialed Taemin's number.

"Is everything good out there?" He asked.

"I would have reached out to you if it wasn't." Jimin heard Taemin say.

"Take care of yourself along with my parents." He disconnected the call and looked at the time.

Time to pay a visit to Bun Bun.

**

"Uncle Moon!" Jungkook exclaimed when he saw his neighbor come to pick him up after work.

Jeng Moon has been Jeon Sik's college friend. He and Mr. Jeon got married to their respective partners the same day after the four of them eloped. Mrs. Jeon was a junior in the same college and Mrs. Jeng was the neighbor for whom Mr. Jeng fell irrevocably. They moved to Seoul from Busan and their lives could not be more perfect until few years. Jeng Moon did not have any kids. His wife had medical complications where she could not conceive a child and the one time she did, had to be aborted within two months because she had a miscarriage. Her uterus was just not strong enough.

In conclusion, he loved kids and wanted them badly but he could not, so Jungkook was the kid who he considered as his own. He has basically seen him grow from his diaper phase. Mr. Jeon had met with accident years ago which left his horizontal half body paralyzed. He did not work since then and the family came into a financial crisis. His wife left him as she was someone who had come from a rich background and they were not doing good with money and it was a hell lot of tough to take care of paralyzed man, especially without money.

Mr. Jeng has been a whore in his youth and that's why he now felt the need for Jungkook, that has just turned 18, also explore the secret temptations of life, but the poor boy was working three part-time jobs along with his college and had no time to even look at any girl.

He would give Jungkook pocket money sometimes. Of course, Jungkook would not tell his father about it because he did not want to hurt his father's self-worth and the stepmother was just a crook. He was that close to his uncle Moon, as he called him.

"Koo," Jeng Moon stood with an open arm and Jungkook ran to him as he circled the same arm around the teen's shoulder, but before he could say anything, a screeching Porsche Carrera halted right in front of them, a few inches more and the car would hit.

Jungkook recollected immediately who might it be.

"What the hell?!" Mr. Jeng thundered, but his stance sagged up a little when an immaculate man in his 20s in a white shirt adorning him begrudgingly with baby blue denim jeans filling the air with expensive cologne got out. His shoes were shinier than Cinderella's.

"I apologize. It was a mistake." Jimin said as he bowed a little which made Jungkook's mouth to part slightly in reaction.

He knows to be respectful?

"Are you ready?" Jimin addressed Jungkook directly, now completely ignoring the other being.

"I am not going anywhere with you." Jungkook snickered.

Mr. Jeng had a lifetime of experience and math was quick in his head. Jimin was interested in Jungkook.

"Go on, Jungkook." He nudged the younger, who stared at him unamusedly.

"Make sure to drop him back home, on time." Mr. Jeng asked of Jimin.

"Are you perhaps his father?" Jimin asked and offered his hand.

"Better. I am his much cooler uncle-cum-wingman." With a strong grip, they shook hands.

"Come on, Bun Bun. We don't have all night." Jimin chuckled dryly.

Jungkook did not say anything and he looked inside the store at Insu who was hired today and was putting a few clothes in the racks. Should I ask Insu to come along?

"What happened? Did cat bite your tongue?" Jimin asked.

Mr. Jeng practically pushed Jungkook whose feet seemed to be stuck to the floor, but the force uncle used was too much for younger to maintain his posture.

Jungkook hurled his bag onto Jimin's abdomen and heard his uncle Moon. "He is afraid of the dark. Please take care of him."

"You don't say." Jimin eyeballed the younger who looked like a flared bunny in anger while the said bunny shot a glare at his uncle Moon.

[5 Jan 2021]

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Uncle Moon invited Jeons', his kind neighbors, as a diversion to cover for Jungkook. Of course, Jeon was a sly little man who would know the intentions of shrewd big Jeng Moon, but he couldn't speak well due to paralysis. Only he and Jungkook could understand him well.

As far as the big fat Sputnik, Jeon's second wife, was concerned, as long as she has food in her mouth, she was exquisite.

Something he wondered often, how grown up he must appear now to be giving such invites? Like he had only seen his dad give so far. Mentally, he believed, he and his wife were both still kids, at least when they were in the comfort space of being with just each other.

He was 37 years old, but still got carded on a good day at bars, something that always made him smile. Especially when his younger friends or colleagues were not carded.

But secretly he also worried that it was probably obvious to the bartender that he was the senior-most in the group and the one who would settle the check. He was unable to discount the possibility that it was a trick of the trade to butter him up for a generous tip.

As he told his wife for the seventy thridiculous times that she looked good, he hypothesized that this feeling of being "still young", probably stem from not having kids of their own. Nothing made one more grown-up than having a life to care for which was completely dependent on you for survival.

He tied his hair into a short pony and wore his slippers. "Are you going to be like this?" His wife asked.

"Why? What's wrong with this?" He stared down at his black t-shirt and blue denim shorts.

"Nothing," she said. "Just that you are not 25 anymore."

"Sad, but true." He replied.

But his mind was now taking a plunge, receding into the questions that were already forming in there and were crystallized by his wife's comment. Why does he want to be young? Why does he not want to feel his rightful age?

**

Jungkook was tranquilized by the air freshener alongside Clive Christian which was his royalty's fragrance. There was a monotonous silence inside the car causing Jungkook to wonder if he should even breathe?

Expensive cars ran as smooth as knives on melted butter was the lesson Jungkook learned. The car could also have been flying a few feet above the ground was his next hypothesis as he looked outside the window. The only sound he heard was the ticking of blinkers on the twists and turns.

Outside had started to get dark with occasional streetlights flashing the dark streets. Jimin was looking at Jungkook's stiffed body with side-eye over the shoulder.

"Which class are you in?" Jimin asked after almost three minutes.

"I am a junior in college." The quirky boy has left the chat the moment the sun logged off as he replied in a low volume.

"You want to listen to the music?" Jimin asked.

Jungkook did not say anything but glared at the ethereal man which reminded Jimin of the last night."Why do I feel like you don't like me?" 

"Gee! What gave me away?" Jungkook quipped.

Jimin shook his head, a discreet smile stretched his lips only a little and the car's speed increased times three while he tweaked the stereo button and the Porsche turned to a Party emplacement.

"How rich are you?" Jungkook asked, observing the extravagant interior.

"As much as you can imagine." Jimin gave Jungkook the liberty to guess.

"Wait, what do you do?" Jungkook with wide eyes and pouted lips asked.

"I am a Capo Crimini."

"What? Pabo Jiminie what?" Jungkook asked in astonishment while his frame turned towards Jimin involuntarily.

"A Don. Mafia if you may," Jimin told the boy, wriggling swiftly his brows once while his hands danced with the steering.

"Yeah right. Pffft. Seriously... What do you do?"

"Well to simplify. I do business." Jimin replied the curious cat with his eyes on the road.

Jungkook rolled his eyes clockwise in a semi-circle as he took in the words. "Where are you taking me?"

"Someplace you have not been but would want to come again with me," Jimin replied, turning the car on a roundabout and to Jungkook, he looked a hell lot of hot doing that.

"You think there will be next time? Interesting." Jungkook snarked as he reclined his seat, crossing his hands against his chest.

Jimin gave him a toothy smile as he pulled up in front of a grand hotel and unfastened his seat belt.

"I can't go in there," Jungkook remarked, looking at the humongous glass building.

"You can and you will," Jimin replied as he got out of his car and walked around towards Jungkook to open the door for fluffy cheeks.

Jungkook was now clutching his Iron man bag pack to his chest. He hesitantly got out and gulped, looking at the sky-high building. Jimin took his bag from his hands which Jungkook at first pulled towards himself but then let go.

An ostiary approached the two with a fast pace and offered to take the bag from Jimin's hand but when he saw a red Iron man printed on it, he froze momentarily. Thankfully Jimin dismissed him, carrying the bag himself.

He offered his hand to the younger who unintentionally tangled his own with the older and Jimin smiled fondly, clutching onto the younger's soft palm.

He walked the baby boy inside and Jungkook surprisingly did not do anything as Jimin expected. Like snatching Jimin's phone to call the cops.

"Are you hungry?" Jimin asked, realizing that Jungkook was snuggling closer to him because of multiple pairs of eyes ogling them.

"I am withering away." He replied, yet in a low tone.

Jimin pressed the elevator button after walking a few meters ahead and simultaneously called someone.

"I want the place vacant right now." He sort of chided.

"Don't worry. I don't need security, but my boy is shy so that is first priority. Vacant. Now." Jimin ended the call with his last command.

"What was that about?" Jungkook asked, confusion appearing on his face.

"I did not like the way people were looking at you and I absolutely would mind if you aren't comfortable on our first date." Jimin's word made Jungkook's Bambi eyes widen even more.

"This is not a date. A-and I am not your boy." He protested.

"I can assure you, it sure is." Jimin chimed, smiling.

In front of them was an intricate restaurant as they got out of the elevator. Two staff members stood outside the door behind the podium in the entry corridor. The area was very dimly lit but Jungkook managed to see dark red lipstick on the two pairs of lips. A black velvet carpet laid on the floor and the music could be heard beyond the huge black doors.

Jungkook held tightly onto Jimin's hand due to dark. The ladies bowed in front of Jimin who only nodded without even sparing a glance, and they rushed to open the door for them.

Just as the door opened, Jungkook heaved a sigh as he registered bright lights. Jungkook saw people leaving in exigency. A few were eating, a few were halfway done, and a few had just arrived like them.

Is Jimin really capable of making them leave?

"What do you want to eat?" Jimin asked as they grabbed a seat.

"The most expensive things on the menu," Jungkook replied without even looking at a menu.

"And he is back," Jimin uttered with an endearing smile.

"You heard the boy." He motioned the steward who bowed and left.

Jungkook looked outside through the glass wall and his eyes fell at the pamphlet of iPad advertisement, featured by a man who looked in his youth.

He turned to Jimin and caught him staring at him. Jimin did not break the contact, in fact, his stare became more indiscreet with a shameless smile.

"How old are you?" Jungkook asked, taking a water bottle which the steward immediately rushed to serve for him.

"24," Jimin replied.

"Wow. You are old," Jungkook scoffed. "Just like that boy on the pamphlet." He pointed outside.

"As a teenager, not very many years ago, I was stupid. I had no sense of what I wanted and had no money to buy the things being sold by the media." Jimin told the boy who knitted his brows together, not knowing where the story was going.

"What happened then?" Jungkook curiously asked when Jimin stopped talking.

"Are 20s not a better segment to target? Certainly, they have more purchasing power and disposable income." Jimin smirked at the boy.

"Certainly. But I cannot imagine entertainment media celebrating a middle-aged man with a potbelly. They need young and fresh faces like mine to sell the things for oldies like you." Jungkook rebukes and looked away stubbornly.

It made Jimin guffaw.

"You are smart. I give you that. But I am not that old yet to be called middle-aged, Bun Bun. Or even if I am, don't college students want to date older men?" Jimin snarked.

"I am not most of them," Jungkook said with a smile too sweet.

"You are most definitely not." Jimin acknowledged.

"Is this you call a date?" Jungkook then thundered.

"What do you call a date?" Jimin asked the boy instead.

"Well, you have to come to my place and ask me out first. And certainly not stealing me away from my workplace after threatening me to tell me off to my boss."

"Point taken. Forgive my naivety but this is my first. I had not the slightest clue." Jimin told Jungkook as he took his hand which surprisingly, the younger did not retreat.

"And I would have to like you first to say yes," Jungkook mentioned royally, prying his hands away.

"I see that you don't like me all that much. Tell me what are your thoughts about me. I will work on myself." Jimin asked as he retreated his hands from the table, and leaned his back on the sofa.

"When I first met you I thought you were quite a lot pretentious," Jungkook conveyed.

Jimin concentrated on the upcoming part of the sentence in anticipation and corrected his posture with a small smile playing at his lips.

Jungkook took the glass and drank water leisurely while Jimin raised his eyebrows, gazing directly into big brown eyes.

"What? That's all I had to say." Jungkook said, putting the glass back on the table, causing Jimin to break into laughter again. His eyes disappeared and Jungkook's heart missed a few beats.

Pretty.

Embellished was the table as the steward came back with food and Jungkook drooled internally. He attacked the spread like a kid and Jimin just admired him with a beautiful smile. A few minutes later, Jungkook realized that Jimin has not touched anything."Why aren't you eating?" He asked with bunched-up cheeks full of food.

Jimin could not resist and he pinched the said cheek lightly. "I don't eat after 6 in the evening." He told the boy who now felt bad.

"We should have come earlier. I can't eat alone like this." His hands started to slow down.

"If you stop eating, I will kiss you." Jimin threatened and saw Jungkook's round big eyes getting bigger and his ears turned red.

Jungkook ate without any word while Jimin just looked at him dreamily, sipping his drink.

Suddenly, Jimin realized that a shot was taken at Jungkook. There was no red laser glare from the scope. Everything shown in movies was never correct. It would be like announcing that you were coming to rob a bank before robbing a bank, and that was bananas. Jimin knew that the shot was taken as he has a precision of weaponry and years of training. He has learned how to calculate movements even when they seem utterly random and subtle. The bulletproof glass took a hit and Jimin felt the vibration that could easily go unnoticed by every common man.

He walked across the table and pushed Jungkook down on the sofa, hovering over him and kissing the life out of him. Jungkook did not know what happened so suddenly. By the time the event registered in his mind that he was being kissed by a stranger, his breath was halfway shoved back in his lungs and he did not know how to respond. The realization of how he felt in the moment hit him.

Jimin did not want Jungkook to see outside. Not until everything was settled. During the first part of the kiss where only Jimin was kissing, he sent an alert to Namjoon that the shot was taken from Northwest and he knew the rest would be taken care of. Then it happened, Jungkook kissed back which brought Jimin's heart back to life that has been functioning vitally but was also dead in a poetic way.

It made the two of them surprised when Jungkook returned the kiss. It was the moment when Jungkook's eyes fell closed. Jimin snaked his left arm under Jungkook and supported his head while his other hand cupped Jungkook's right cheek.

The younger pushed his hands against the older's chest, sending him a signal that he couldn't breathe anymore, and Jimin broke the kiss. No tongue was involved in the kiss but it was a tight lip lock. Jimin looked at panting and blushing bundle of adorableness under him.

Jungkook's eyes were darted on Jimin's chest, but slowly, his gaze traveled up to brown eyes. He squirmed a little, but Jimin held him in place and leaned again for the lips, but stopped right before they could touch.

Jungkook closed his eyes again in anticipation and opened when he did not feel the warmth. He then pulled Jimin by the nape and made the lips crash onto each other. This time, the kiss was tender and passionate which made butterflies erupt in Jungkook's stomach. Finally, he got his first kiss.

[10 Jan 2021]

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Jimin was in the driver's seat and Jungkook was fighting with the car door, but it won't open. "Open it. Let me out!" The younger turned to Jimin and commanded.

"Give me your phone number first and a kiss, second," Jimin told him casually and reclined on his seat.

"Did your mom drop you on the head when you were a toddler?" Jungkook asked, annoyed. He was getting scared of the dark outside and he needed to get inside his room. He knew that uncle Jeng had his parents over so that he could sneak into the house unnoticed.

"Ouch!" Jimin enunciated with a smirk. "Why do you assume and bestow all the bad happenings on me? You don't even know me." He asked the younger with a smile.

Jungkook glared at him.

"How about just one kiss on the cheek, you don't have to give me your number, and agree to a second date?" Jimin proposed a new offer.

"First date," Jungkook corrected him and Jimin's smile widened.

"I can agree to that." He replied and waited for the kiss to land, but it did not, and only silence fell in the car.

"Do you want me to kiss you? Because if yes, I will not go for your cheeks." Jimin broke the ear-tearing silence and heard Jungkook sigh which only made him feel all giddy. He was enjoying it a bit too much.

"You are overplaying your hands, blondie, I am calling your bluff." Jungkook sternly expressed, but instantly regretted it.

He kissed me out of nowhere in a restaurant and what would stop him now to repeat it again?

Jungkook nervously gulped when he saw Jimin leaning, so he vividly bent a little and placed a soft kiss on Jimin's cheek.

He thought Jimin would turn and bring forward his lips like it was the oldest trick in the book, but it did not happen which made his heart flutter. Just as he regained the original posture on the leather seat, unlocking of the car door was heard.

"Um, thank you for tonight," Jungkook thanked Jimin hesitantly and turned to open the door when Jimin's hand stopped him.

"Let me." He uttered and his grey eyes held nothing but respect and care for younger which made younger feel ecstatic and mushy.

Jimin got out and opened the door for Jungkook. He walked beside him to his porch and stopped in front of the door. Jungkook looked at him and he did not know what to say but thankfully, the older did.

"Will you go out with me again, tomorrow?" He asked with utmost sincerity.

Jungkook nodded as a hue of pink hovered his burning cheeks. Jimin took a step further while Jungkook did the same but in the opposite direction. Jimin cupped his right cheek and leaned in. Jungkook closed his eyes in anticipation, but he only felt Jimin's breath on his lips as their noses nuzzled.

"You did not consider this as a date, so I won't kiss you. Maybe tomorrow if you allow me," Jimin said in a low tone when Jungkook opened his eyes, puzzled by the words.

He never felt this exquisite by just the words. No one made him feel what he was feeling right now. Rather, he never had a reason to go out with someone, and he did not have one today too, but he still did.

"Wait, what!" His eyes widened when he thought about the deep kiss they shared earlier.

"That one doesn't count," Jimin said as he withdrew his hand, handed Jungkook his red Iron man bag pack, and simultaneously took steps back without turning stance, admiring the pink cheeks.

"How do you-" Jungkook asked, raising his voice a little because Jimin was now at a distance, but he halted there.

"That one does not count!" Jimin caught Jungkook's sentence. "Go on, get in." He motioned and kept walking backward.

Jungkook's lips played a small smile.

"Text me if you feel like. My card is in your bag," Jimin informed and Jungkook scoffed before he smiled again.

He locked the door not before he looked to see smiling Jimin leaning against his car. Just as the younger disappeared from the sight, Jimin also left with a non-fading smile on his face.

Jungkook stood against the door frame and recollected everything from the moment he met Jimin on the bus stand until he came into the boutique, and finally the date. He wondered how he leaned into his first kiss and why did not he stop it? He rather felt butterflies disrupt his stomach, a novel thing. 

Quietly, he found himself in the room touching his lips. The conclusion he reached to the question if he wanted it to happen again was yes, and he had his answer. He blushed one more time before going for a shower.

Just as Jimin's car swerved and left the street, his smile turned to glower as he called Namjoon.

"Where is he?" He asked.

"Firework storehouse," Namjoon replied as his voice echoed through the basement and resonated on the phone.

"Don't touch him yet," Jimin remarked and floored it, throwing his phone on the front passenger seat where his Bun Bun sat minutes ago.

It was quite dark when Jimin reached the place, but the guards opened the main gate for the fancy car to enter. They bowed as Jimin got out, pulling up the sleeves till his elbows. "Close the gates and take my car inside. It is going to be a long night." He remarked and one guard bowed while rushing to take the keys.

A man was tied to the chair with Namjoon sitting across him, eating a banana.

"It was a lovely night until it was not... Because someone tried to ruin it." Jimin's voice reverberated through the basement as Namjoon along with three men, and an offender turned towards the right side of the room to find an elegant man making his way from the staircase.

"Black Falcon, did you treat our guest well?" Jimin asked Namjoon who finished his banana and got up to give the chair to Jimin, and he moved towards the table on which many tools and equipment were resting. A plucker, pair of pliers, a few knuckle duster rings, and a chainsaw among many.

Namjoon brushed off his hands and wore the said rings in his fingers. His black silk shirt was tucked in neatly under the grey trousers. The sniper had his mouth closed and the muffling was heard when Jimin slouched from his chair over the sniper's head and pulled his hair so he was now facing the ceiling.

There were many things going around in the sniper's mind and the primary one being, how did he get captured? He had planned his escape well. He could not have been caught unless there was someone who knew exactly where or in which direction he shot from.

The only thing he could deduce was that he was double-crossed by the one who gave him orders and he did not want to get killed so he was willing to give information in exchange for his life.

Jimin had security at every place he went with his men in all directions, and that was how it became possible for Namjoon to capture the sniper instantly when Jimin informed him about the direction of the bullet's course.

"I think he wants to say something, Black Falcon. Do you not want to give him a chance?" Jimin asked with a nefarious smirk on his face.

"I was out in the club earlier and I had my share of noise pollution for tonight. I think I am good, Indigo." Namjoon replied and Jimin straightened his back. His eyes which were shining a few jiffies back were now as dark as the dense night of forest with sheer dread and horror. Enough to trickle the deepest fear in any wretched soul.

The muffling was intensified and Namjoon disinterestedly removed the duct tape from the man's mouth. "You know how this goes right? You have one chance and if you don't tell us anything then you die blah blah blah." Namjoon claimed in a calm voice.

The man wheezed, asking for water and Namjoon motioned one of his men to do so. "I was given the order to shoot you," The sniper addressed Jimin. "I know nothing more, I swear." He urgently added.

"I believe you, and you did not do your homework well," Jimin conveyed to the man as he stood from the chair and the sniper flinched. Jimin took a few steps ahead. "If that glass wasn't bulletproof, you would be begging me right now to kill you." He added, grimacing as he held his face after leaning down to his level.

"I-I am sorry. Please leave me. I will flee the country. You will not find me or my shadow ever again." The man begged.

"There is no place of incompetent people in this line of business, my love. No matter if they are from the opposition." The domineering leader responded and a trigger was pulled which splattered sniper's brain on the wall to his left.

"That went well." Jimin shrugged and Namjoon rolled his eyes.

Jimin's phone rang as if on cue rang. The name Jungkook flashed on the screen. Of course, he had Jungkook's number. Anything that was tangled with technology gave an edge to him, as Namjoon and he himself were the experts.

The glower he had earlier flipped to an endearing smile just like that, and he picked the call. "Hello," he uttered.

"H-hi, um, this is Jungkook." The sweet voice spoke through the phone, not knowing that Jimin already knew.

"My slice of sunshine and rainbow unicorns. I did not expect you would call me this soon." Jimin chimed and motioned his men to clean up the mess and vacate the place. Half of them were gawking at their boss on the endearment which he just uttered.

"I did not expect that either. I cannot sleep and could not help but wonder about a few things," Jungkook replied.

"What's keeping my Bun Bun up?" Jimin spoke fondly.

"I am not your anything. Why do you keep imposing yourself on me?" Jungkook asked suddenly and Jimin went silent. He did not mean to be rude, but he wanted to ask Jimin whatever was going on with them.

"I mean, I see you one night, and you happen to be at my workplace the next day, and before I know it, we were having dinner together?" Jungkook spoke the last words slowly, contemplating the eerie happening himself.

"And then you kissed me," Jungkook said, blushing profusely, and thanked God no one could see him in dark.

"Did you hate the kiss?" Jimin teased the boy and he turned beetroot red, his heart throbbed, and cheeks burned.

"Bun Bun? You there?" Jimin asked sweetly.

"Why do you call me that?" Jungkook spoke in a hushed voice.

"You are adorable," Jimin replied.

"Is that why you took me out for dinner?" Jungkook asked and he was loving the conversation. This was a new experience for him. The butterflies hit him again and he felt deja-vu.

"You ask too many questions and still haven't answered mine." Jimin quipped.

"I am sleepy. I should go now." Jungkook quickly told Jimin and as if on cue, he yawned, making Jimin coo hard.

"Sleep tight. Have sweet dreams and take care of yourself for me." Jimin wished the boy good night who disconnected the call after mumbling a small good night.

Jimin came out of the storehouse and the guards rushed to bring his car. He hopped inside and left for his mansion. Soon after, Namjoon followed in his own black Mercedes.

**

Jimin was sitting on his rotating expensive leather chair with a few gadgets lying around. Namjoon has been working on the phone found on the dead body of Yogsan bus stand two days ago. They came to realize that the man murdered was one of Jimin's and it was the first murder after years, 8 years to be exact.

No one dared to touch Jimin's men or his territory before. No other gang would poke a hungry tiger like that, and that was why Jimin was sure that this was a new man, probably a rookie, trying to send a message or to threaten Jimin without having clue.

One way or the other, the murder did start a tumult that would now end in the bloodshed of many.

"I have got the hit from sniper's phone," Namjoon told Jimin who smirked.

"Too late Joon," Jimin claimed and turned the laptop screen to face the taller male which was flashing the details of the person who contacted the sniper.

"I am impressed," Namjoon chuckled as he tried to process further information. "You may leave if you want. I can do the rest." Namjoon assured Jimin who had concern on his face.

"No need, Namjoon. It is a dead-end. This new kid is smart. The ID used to purchase the sim and phone to contact the sniper is of a person already buried six feet under. He died 5 years ago." 

Namjoon grunted. He hated when the cases took time to get solved. It gave him anxiety.

"Mother fucker! I will kill that bastard for all the sleepless nights I am going to have." Namjoon bellowed. "What do you say I fix our meeting with Mr. Jung? There is no harm in talking." Namjoon suggested and Jimin took a considerable long minute before he nodded, staring deep at the laptop's screen.

[21 Jan, 2021]

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Namjoon got off his phone when he saw Jimin walking into the house the next morning. He had his blue jeans and blue denim jacket on with Gucci dual shade sunglasses. "Did he agree?" Jimin asked Namjoon.

Namjoon huffed. "What happened between you two? I will never understand why he is so hell-bent to drag you down. He cannot do anything to us, sure. But he has us waste our energy on petty things like this when we should be doing something meaningful."

"Tell me about it..." Jimin shrugged his shoulders and grinned while Namjoon played with his pager in his hand, meaning he was anxious.

"I will get us Jung Hoseok. Let's be cautious in the meantime," Namjoon's eyes darkened with seriousness. "Are you really going after that little boy?" He then asked and Jimin's smile also faded. They both knew Jungkook could be at risk, and they never let themselves have that liberty to listen to their hearts. They could never have liabilities or weaknesses which their enemies could use against them.

"I don't want to talk about that little boy with anyone." Jimin's voice and tone were dark and possessive which Namjoon had never witnessed for five years they had worked together.

"He is yours to protect then. I will just say that." Namjoon clearly conveyed to Jimin that if something bad was to happen, then it would all be on him. He wished and hoped that he would never have to point out and throw this very moment of 'i told you so' in Jimin'sface. Jimin nodded. He knew Namjoon was right but Jimin needed Jungkook and more than that, Jungkook needed him.

When Jimin met Jungkook at the bus stand, he got information collected on him right after he dropped the boy home. He got to know how the boy's mother left him, he met with an accident after which his nyctophobia grew, and about the paralysis of his father. Jimin related with Jungkook. His own parents had left him on road to be a scavenger. If it was not for the old man who took him in and handed him his mafia empire, he would have died of hunger and homelessness.

Jimin saw a childlike innocence in Jungkook, and he knew he had to protect him, make up for all the innocence he had lost, or all the love Jungkook did not get. He also knew that by pulling him close, he was putting him in an inevitable danger. The old man knew that Jimin wasn't to be reckoned with, and so did Jung Hoseok. Jimin was certain he could protect the boy, but his choice was business was never a safe bet with a new enemy emerging every day. 

He walked into his home office and checked his cargo shipments. Park Jimin was a name in Seoul which in the eye of the public was of philanthropist. His money was laundered by putting it into multiple businesses like construction work of big projects on lands, Entertainment companies like big labels of idol groups, models, and actors. He also was a reputed committee member of schools, hospitals, colleges, and funding government projects. His main white-collar job was in casinos, hotels and restaurants, and designer clothing lines which masked his actual mafia business of drugs cartel, weaponry, illegal selling of diamonds, owning loan sharks, and hitmen.

After checking up the security footage and verifying the movement of his warehouses and distribution centers, he closed his office as he peered at his wristwatch and walked into his room to change. He had a date with Jungkook and he planned to drop Jungkook back home before it was dark so that boy wouldn't have to sit in fear and suffer. He picked a casual outfit today because Jungkook called him old the previous day, and he wanted to impress him, a mafia don in front of whom everyone lined up, was trying to impress a teenager.

He slid a white t-shirt over black Jeans and his Peach tinted sunglasses. He completed the look with faded timberlands and a leather black jacket. Before walking out of his changing room, he looked at himself one last time in the mirror and adjusted his hair. On a whim, he picked up a cap and fiddled with it in contemplation. 

Should I wear it?

But he decided on no.

He walked out to see the security head, Andre, who nodded and bowed as he greeted Jimin. He was responsible for taking care of all the worker's background checks. They picked them like tea leaves. Once anyone started working in the mansion, they weren't allowed to go out alone without security. Even the gardeners and cleaners were driven around by Andre's men for utility shopping. 

Jimin smiled at Andre who was in his 30s, tall and handsome. He had eyes for someone, but he abided by rule number one by Jimin i.e. not falling in love.

Jimin went up to his perpendicular parking and chose a yellow open-roof Ferrari today. With the smile stretching even more on his lips, he drove off to pick Jungkook.

**

Jungkook was prancing around in his cute room. He had a poster of 'Michael Jackson' on the wall and one of 'The Incredibles'. He loved all three movies and he was a big fan of baby Jack Jack. There was a queen size customized bed for him and two nightstands on either side. One study table near the window was laid where he kept his tiny laptop, books, and a college bag. Towards right was his wardrobe and the room was painted grey as much as he wanted it to be yellow. There were badminton rackets, bats, balls, safety guard kits for sports on the opposite side of the wardrobe in a cabinet.

His safe small haven.

Jimin arrived and called Jungkook on the phone rather than ringing the bell because Jungkook did not want his stepmother to see him go. Jungkook jumped at the ringtone and hurriedly answered the phone. "Come out baby boy," Jimin asked in an adoring tone.

"I am not ready yet. Can you wait for ten minutes?" 

"Absolutely not," Jimin replied in the same adoring tone.

"What?" Jungkook asked, confused as he pouted.

"Come out right now in whatever you are wearing." Jimin's voice changed to commanding one.

"I am wearing a tank top with boxer shorts," Jungkook replied sardonically.

"I don't mind. I want to spend as much time with you as I can. Please don't make me come inside." Jimin threatened, biting back his laughter.

"NO! Wait, I am coming..." Jungkook yelled, hurriedly packing his bag where he put his charger, phone, a water bottle, and some towels before walking out.

He saw a ridiculously expensive yellow car that did not belong in their neighborhood and huffed. He ran towards it and Jimin when saw the boy coming near, got out and stood against the door, crossing his hands.

"You are so impatient," Jungkook complained while huffing.

"This is not how you greet your would-be boyfriend, my love," Jimin knitted his brows and took Jungkook's bag to place it on the back seat.

"I am not giving you kisses." Jungkook raised his eyes brows and squinted his eyes.

Jimin slowly held his hand and pulled him in for a gentle hug. Jungkook's heart was beating through his chest and Jimin ran his hands on his back to soothe him. "My good boy." He whispered in Jungkook's ear when he felt his body melt as Jungkook kept his chin on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

Jungkook did not want to get disturbed. He wanted to stay like that. He felt so relaxed in Jimin's arms. It was not like he never hugged anyone. Uncle Jeng always gave him bone-crushing hugs, but this felt different, heavenly.

The care with which Jimin held him showed that he would always protect him and be with him. Jungkook felt vulnerable and safe at the same time.

"Jungkook," Jimin cooed, still soothing his back, and the younger hummed with closed eyes. "Shall we go? I want to have you back before it gets dark."

Jungkook shook his head and held Jimin tighter, utterly surprising the older by his behavior. He was the same boy who would not stop being sarcastic with every word he spoke, but right now, he was nothing but fluff and marshmallows. Jimin caressed his cheek with one hand while the other remained on his back, and Jungkook slowly opened his eyes.

The moment ceased the time for them when they looked into each other's eyes with desire, but Jimin backed off, licking his lips, and exhaled. "Get in," he told Jungkook who gulped before getting inside the car when the mafia leader closed the door for him that he was holding.

**

They drove to one of Jimin's designer clothing line outlets where the chauffeur parked the car for them. "Why are we here?" Jungkook asked as everyone was looking at him. He was clearly not dressed suitably.

"We will get a few things for you," Jimin told him as he held his hand and pulled him close by the waist to put stop to those stares.

"I don't need anything. I have so many clothes at home. You would not let me change," Jungkook said with his gaze running all over his own body.

Jimin stopped and made Jungkook turn towards himself and cupped his cheeks. "Jungkook, I know it is too soon for you and we have only met twice. But I am pretty sure I want to take care of you for the rest of my life." Jungkook's eyes widened.

"What are you doing?" He asked and tried to pull Jimin's hands down while Jimin held him steadier with a held-back smirk on his face. 

"I know it is our second date and I am being super annoying to you right now. But will you accept me to be your boyfriend?" Jimin flashed a huge grin on his face, and Jungkook just stood there with his wide round eyes in the middle of the passageway of the store.

"I am sweating bullets here. Will you say something?" Jimin teased the boy and Jungkook shook his head and looked down.

His eyes now started to water and Jimin was quick to hold him. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked as Jungkook tugged on his shirt. "Baby, what's wrong? Say something." Jimin asked again, rubbing Jungkook's back and stroking his head.

"I just never thought I would get it. Get this," he paused for a few seconds and resumed. "Are you serious? Are you taking revenge on me because I was rude to you when you came to the boutique?" Jungkook was now sobbing like a kid and Jimin held him tighter and comforted him as his heart broke to think that the boy was insecure.

Jimin had never been so sure to let in someone in his life, or force himself in someone's life. "I am not. I really want this. I really want you," Jimin uttered, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's head.

Jungkook looked up and his eyes were now red and puffy. Jimin hated himself to think that the younger looked even more adorable with a red nose and ears. "Yes," the teenager replied and now his lips stretched into a smile.

Jimin's eyes felt glossy. He never cried but today was the day of happiness, and he could not help. He moved up his hands from Jungkook's back to cup his face and slowly rested his lips on his. He kissed him tenderly, but there was desire. No one changed it to a rougher pace and kept kissing like they were all alone. When they couldn't anymore, they parted. 

"I like you so much," Jimin fessed up. 

Jungkook flashed a grin while their lips were still in contact. "You taste like Vanilla."

Jimin burst out laughing and held the teen's palm softly before walking him inside the big building where there were multiple stores, all designer clothes from his own line. "And now that you are my boyfriend, I want to spoil you. Let's go shopping." He pointed at one store.

"Wait, you proposed me to be your boyfriend because you wanted an excuse for buying me clothes?" Jungkook asked, flabbergasted, and he also pointed towards the store they were standing outside of.

"You talk too much bun bun. Come in now." Jimin dragged Jungkook inside the store.

Just as they entered, the staff members bowed to them and Jimin did not respond because he was busy with his little baby boyfriend. "I did not lie. Everything I said was true. I was planning to do it after our date today, but I knew you would just chirp and chirp, so I had to be done with it. Now go and try a few things. I will wait out here." Jimin asked, cupping Jungkook's face and looking at him closely as though he was in a trance. He made Jungkook look straight in his eyes.

Jungkook smiled, causing butterflies to erupt inside Jimin and dance around. Jimin then turned to the staff member. "Take his measurements. I want to have a few customized pieces only for him."

The staff member nodded in agreement and bowed before taking Jungkook to the trial room. Jungkook tried different outfits and he loved each one of them. He was confused about which one to choose when he heard a knock on the trial room.

"You okay in there, bub?" He heard Jimin ask and open the door. The older looked at the younger with a smile and pulled him close to place kisses on his cheeks. "You look ravishing in this," he told Jungkook who turned around towards the mirror to see himself and Jimin, who stood right behind him.

"You look more ravishing," Jungkook replied and pulled Jimin close to kiss him hard.

[9 Feb 2021]

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Jimin drove Jungkook back but it has gotten late. The sun was now on the verge of perishing, and the man knew he had to rush through the date or postpone it because he wanted to do everything right. "Will you be okay to stay the night at my place?" Jimin asked the boy and then registered how it sounded out loud.

"I don't fuck on the first date," Jungkook replied while applying his chapstick by looking in the visor mirror.

Jimin smirked. "How many dates will it take?"

"You are shameless."

"I am everything for you, my unicorn sunshine," Jimin replied.

"I did not tell my dad. He will worry about me," Jungkook disclosed to get out of the conversation and the direction it was heading.

"You can call Uncle Jeng. I am sure you stay over with your friends sometimes. Make an excuse." Jimin hopefully suggested and felt bizarre. He was practically so desperate to beg this little boy, but an obsession did that to one.

"I can do that, but only if you promise to give me a room to myself to sleep," Jungkook was impressed that Jimin remembered his uncle's name.

"I promise. Anything you want." Jimin committed, holding Jungkook's hand and making him clasp the gearhead of the car at which the raven-haired galloped his head and gulped. He averted his gaze on Jimin's face before moving his eyes back on the gear. "What's wrong?" Jimin asked, stealing a glance at the younger who became dead silent.

"I don't really know you, and you are my boyfriend now?" Jungkook asked ostensibly.

"Ahan," Jimin affirmed with his eyes trained on something, but he paid equal attention to his bunny boy.

"How do I know you are not any psycho-killer who would kill me after sucking the beauty and youth out of my body and fill it with preservatives for safekeeping behind glass shelve?" Jungkook asked, doubting his decision.

"I guess you don't," The blonde uttered, cocking an eyebrow to stir skepticism in the brunette.

"Jimin," the boy sagged his shoulders.

"Hmm?"

"I am scared," Jungkook said in a small voice.

Jimin's neck craned towards him before he pulled the car over, and by turning his frame, he reached for Jungkook's hand to squeeze it. "I am telling you one thing, can you remember it?" He asked.

Jungkook nodded.

"You NEVER have to be scared of anything when I am around you. I will not let anything happen to you." The man promised and a smile bloomed at the adorable face of the bunny.

Jimin caressed the teenager's cheeks when his phone rang. "Bad timing, Joon." Jimin was exasperated and he disconnected without even hearing from the other side.

"Let's just quickly get home and you can call Uncle Jeng," Jimin told Jungkook and hit the accelerator.

**

In a few minutes, they saw a magnanimous mansion ahead. "How many rooms do you have?" Jungkook asked.

"I never counted but you can see for yourself. We are here." The man announced and Jungkook cupped his head on how big the house was from outside. It resembled what they depicted in movies. Even better.

"Are you kidding me? You live here?" Jungkook was flabbergasted.

"No, we are here to rob the place. Be ready. Run like hell when I count to three," Jimin instructed amusedly and Jungkook ignored the remark because he was busy dropping his jaw as the car proceeded.

From outside, the house was twenty times bigger than his own, which he thought was quite big in itself, and always wondered how his family managed to get that house because as far as he knew, they were poor since the beginning.

Looking at this house right now made Jungkook feel poorer than ever. "My broke ass cannot relate." He mumbled and Jimin laughed.

As white as marshmallows with engraved art on gold plates screamed royalty. The mighty black gate was well guarded, and from outside, Jungkook could see a big golf course on the left, and on the right was a flower garden.

After Jimin opened the gate by the remote and guards saluted him by dropping their bodies to 90 degrees, the car sped again and it was after a whole minute that they reached the main entry golden gate of the house which was in contrast to the gold plating everywhere else.

Jimin stopped his car and opened the door for Jungkook after getting out. The boy was immersed to take in the reality, which for him, was fictional at best.

On getting no response from Jungkook, Jimin leaned down and from inside the car, picked the boy up.

Jungkook did not say a word about being carried and only silently kept taking in the surrounding. The fragrance wafted in the air from the flower garden putting him in frenzy. He kept looking at the mansion, the gardeners, security personnel, and then inside. All the workers were looking at them as if an elephant sat on their chests, rendering them motionless and senseless.

Jimin carried him into the living room and Jungkook saw a wine cellar in the basement from a cutout floor in the middle of the living room. There was a round clear glass door sneaking peek at the bottles arranged in a circular white cellar with lots of shelves, illuminating from the light's reflection falling on them.

Towards the left were three gold etched huge glass doors. The middle one was Jimin's office and the other two were Jimin's practice rooms. Jimin put Jungkook down and the boy pensively swayed his head around as he gaited straight up ahead towards the kitchen. He has never seen anything like it anywhere, nor imagined it. There were taps over the kitchen top but there was no sink provided. "Where does the water go?" Jungkook turned to ask Jimin who was right behind him, smiling.

Jimin strutted ahead and encased Jungkook from behind between his hands. He slowly held Jungkook's hand and swished it on top of the water tap and suddenly, the surface descended down and designed itself into a sink of the grey glossy surface. "Woah!" Jungkook exclaimed and pushed Jimin's hands away before turning to the other direction with thirteen taps. Jimin shook his head at the distracted boy whose attention was at everything but him.

He repeated the action and moved his hand over the tap, but nothing happened. He did that again but the same was the result. His puckered lips and wide eyes looked at Jimin for help.

Jimin, who kept standing by the sink, now moved towards Jungkook and picked a mug to put under the tap, and brown, hot liquid poured into it.

Jungkook gasped. "What is it?"

"Latte," Jimin replied, biting his lower lip while smiling.

"You have thirteen taps for a latte?" Jungkook perplexed, his face carried the constant baffled and quizzical asseveration.

"Mmhm. That one is dark coffee, this one is cappuccino, the one next is for chai tea..." Jimin kept explaining as the boy started moving and touching each tap while Jimin followed.

"I will show you around, but come with me first." Jimin held the boy's hand who had managed to walk till the far end of the kitchen and looked at chefs in white aprons. He bowed at them and the chefs did the same. Jimin dragged him back to the living room and made him sit on the couch.

Jungkook only gaped when Jimin picked one of many intercoms and called someone. "Come in."

Jimin only said two words and within a few minutes, a man in a black suit was found walking towards them with something in his hand.

Jungkook's back was now facing the three rooms as he sat on the couch and in front of him was a piano by the staircase.

"Sir!" The man popped Jungkook's bubble as he handed the box to Jimin who dismissed him after accepting the box.

"Baby," Jimin uttered softly and Jungkook's eyes fixated on the box.

"Baby?" Jimin raised his voice this time and Jungkook's neck craned to look at Jimin.

"Hmm." A small voice left his throat.

"Look straight ahead," Jimin said, holding out the two green transparent gadgets that looked like motherboards of a small device. They scanned Jungkook's retina.

Jimin placed them back and took out a transparent plastic strip. "Put your fingers here."

"What is all this?" Jungkook asked.

"This house needs recognition from the visitors and I fathom you would want to visit me often after tonight," Jimin said with a mischievous undertone and he knew Jungkook was glaring at him whilst he looked for a pen from the same black box.

"OUCH!" Jungkook yelped and looked at the blood drop that oozed out of his fingertip. "What was that for?" He whined with his brows knitted together when Jimin pricked his finger with the tip of the pen. He smeared the blood drop on a glass slide before Jungkook tried to pull his hand back which Jimin did not allow. He put the same finger into his mouth and the younger made a disgusting face. "Eww! What are you doing?"

Jimin did not say anything and rolled his tongue over the pinch of abraded skin at which younger's body reacted and he whimpered. Soon, Jimin returned the finger respectfully to its owner.

Picking up the intercom, he spoke again. "Come in."

The same man appeared to take the box back.

"Dinner is ready, sir." A chef's voice was heard from behind and Jungkook turned to look.

"We will be there," Jimin told the chef who smiled, bowed, and returned to the kitchen.

"Hungry?" Jimin asked and Jungkook nodded nervously.

"Did you call your uncle?"

Jungkook shook his head.

"Do you want me to call him?" Jimin raised his brow and Jungkook pouted.

"You go first, I will call him and join you." Jungkook requested and Jimin complied.

**

Jungkook's legs trudged him towards the kitchen and the chef attended to the boy in a black suit. "This way, sir," he beckoned the guest towards the room which was a little dark as seen from the outside, and Jungkook hesitated to step in.

He was scared when Jimin popped out from behind the door. He was not wearing his jeans and t-shirt now, but was in a black suit, just like Jungkook.

Jungkook gulped as his eyes gazed the man up and down. Such a fine man.

Jimin offered his hand to Jungkook which he took gracefully, and the older walked him over the velvet carpet. "What is this, Jimin?"

"I said it too many times, but you ask too many questions, baby. This is us, having a date, our first official one." Jimin uttered softly.

Jungkook smiled.

He was the same boy yet he felt exquisite by this treatment from Jimin. The extravagant house, the sumptuous fragrance of the food, and the ornate arrangement contributed to how he felt, but above it all, it was the existence of this elegant man who was tending him as a royalty that made Jungkook feel intricate.

The dinner table rested in the center of the room right under the chandelier, draped in a chiffon off-white cloth and sprinkled with white rose petals. Folded napkins and sparkling cutlery were symmetrically laid on either side of it. A champagne bottle was kept in an ice bucket.

Slowly flaming scented candles were soaring high over their stands. The dishes were kept at the center, covered with silver lids, and a concierge stood with folded gloved hands right beside the table.

Jungkook's palms started sweating. Never has anyone ever bought him even ice cream and now this? He felt way out of the place.

Jimin turned the boy towards himself gently as they reached the table and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Jungkook closed his eyes as his heart tickled and butterflies did jazz inside his stomach.

"I am so sorry, my love. I should not have kissed you before, you deserved a better date and treatment from me. I apologize sincerely," Jimin's voice dipped with sweet nectar, so smooth and eyes so sincere.

It made Jungkook's eyes glossy as the corner of his lips stretched into a dreamy smile and he shook his head, slowly. "Don't be," he let out in a bare whisper and reached out to hold Jimin's hand in assurance.

Jimin smiled as he nodded and walked Jungkook over to his chair, which he pulled for him to sit. Jungkook blushed subtly that did not go unnoticed by Jimin who walked seven feet apart to sit at the other end of the table.

It was a novel feeling for Jungkook. He wanted to sit near Jimin, but he also loved this arrangement. The chef served food to Jungkook first and then to the older as instructed. He then held out a bottle for Jimin to check the temperature and the man nodded to pour him one.

"Do you want to try?" Jimin asked Jungkook who smiled and nodded. The chef then moved towards Jungkook and also poured him the sparkling drink.

"Do you fancy music?" Jimin spoke very slowly after the chef left and the boy heard a voice echoing inside the room.

"Maybe," Jungkook affirmed.

Jimin summoned two musicians with brown and purple violins balanced on their right shoulders, and they started playing the soft music. Jungkook chuckled in awe. Everything was the definition as spellbound and surreal. They got lost in each other as they laughed and talked.

Jungkook was consuming alcohol the first time, and he was feeling the ecstasy of it hitting him slowly.

Soon, Jimin finished eating before he walked towards Jungkook and crouched down by his chair. "Did you like it?" He looked in Jungkook's intoxication filled eyes

The younger nodded.

"May I have the first official kiss with your permission?" Jimin grinned and Jungkook's smile froze on his lips and his eyes trained on the luscious lips of the older man.

Jimin dismissed the musicians after he got up and held the younger's hand to help him stand. Jungkook was feeling legless under the influence of champagne so he leaned against Jimin's chest and the older let him.

Jimin felt the cold hands of Jungkook so he sandwiched them between his own and moved them near his mouth. He blew on them and rubbed them providing warmth. He then softly kissed his knuckles when the younger's gaze lifted up to see the dreamy eyes of Jimin.

"Sorry for the pain I gave you while taking your blood," Jimin said, inching closer, and joining his lips with the younger's.

Jungkook reciprocated instantly and within a second, the passionate kiss was turned hot and heavy. Jungkook was kissing Jimin like he wanted more. Jimin also did not hold back. He squeezed his heart and feelings into the kiss and Jungkook knew right then that he was falling.

Namjoon interrupted the moment when he knocked at the door and Jimin's eyes turned pitch black to glare at him whilst hugging the boy closer, letting him rest on his own shoulder. He hated for anyone to see his Jungkook like this, right after the boy was kissed.

"I wouldn't ever do this, but Jung Hoseok is here," Namjoon hastily informed his boss before he got murdered.

The dark eyes became overcast now as Jimin heard the name. "I will be there."

"Hey, Cuddle bean," Jimin called the boy who was now leaning his entire weight on the older as if he dozed off, but he looked up. "I will take you to your room now and I will go get something done," Jimin said by cupping his face.

Jungkook pouted and shook his head. "Don't leave me alone."

Jimin's heart felt ticklish. "I promise, I will join you in a few minutes." Jimin requested. "You shouldn't come out while I am gone. Do you understand me, darling face?" Jimin asked the boy and he nodded.

"My good baby," Jimin added praise as he caressed Jungkook's cheeks and then lifted him to walk to his own room.

Jimin promised the boy he would give him a separate room to sleep, but looking at him right now, he knew it wouldn't be a good idea to leave him alone. He put him in his own room and helped him change into comfortable clothes while Jungkook kept clinging onto him.

"My sweet, cuddle bean." Jimin cooed again. "Get under the covers now and I will be back in a jiffy."

[5 Mar, 2021]

Chapter Text

Jimin walked around the golden couch and Hoseok, who was sitting there, stood up to greet the fellow mafia leader. The taller bowed at Jimin and the latter did the same but the angle of his body was not inclined more than that of the guest.

"Please, have a seat." Jimin motioned and Hoseok sat again, whereas Jimin got himself comfortable on a lounger at front. He toppled his legs and crossed his arms against his chest. "I will talk business without beating around the bush."

Hoseok raised an impressed brow at him.

"My man was stabbed to death, the same man who was in charge of dealing the cargo shipment being imported. Imagine my surprise that the killer had the audacity to do it in my empire." Jimin slanted a little, untwining his hands and perched his chin on his fingers while his eyes intimidated the one at the front and remained fearless.

"Mr. Park, you already have the answer," Hoseok replied and Jimin raised his brows at the man.

"We have a truce for years. Why would I want to spoil it and instigate you when I know what is on the line here? This is clearly someone else. Someone new." Hoseok suggested with his blinding smile which irked Jimin.

"I would want more than you for it to be not you, because if it was, you know me all too well to imagine what will follow," Jimin warned the taller but his voice remained soft.

Hoseok chuckled.

"Oh, Mr. Park, I know, you don't have to remind me." He said as his smile died down and he glared at Jimin who also engaged in intense eye contact.

"You thought I am a damsel in distress but, you, scumbag, are dumb." Jungkook delivered the dramatic dialogue as he emerged from behind the couch and pointed a pistol at the man.

Jimin's mind worked in milliseconds where he recognized the gun. He recollected that it was blank and Jungkook must have taken it out of his nightstand, so he did not have to panic. He knew if he panicked, Jung Hoseok would know that Jungkook was someone important to him.

Jimin rolled his eyes instead, removing his hands from under his chin. "Don't worry. It's a blank. You know my rule, I don't kill in my home." Jimin depended his head on the lounger, brushing his hair up.

Namjoon grabbed Jungkook from behind. Jimin's eyes turned dark with jealousy at the touch, but he also could not act on his feelings. The taller wasn't far from realizing that Jimin must have felt the touch inappropriate so he retreated and pulled the gun away from Jungkook's hand, stealthily. "Hey, you want to practice?" Namjoon asked and Jungkook nodded, his gaze fixed on the gun which was snatched from his hands.

"Let's go to the gun range," Namjoon suggested, trying to hold the palm of the boy but the teen pulled back.

"Great pitch, but I guess I will hang here." The boy told him and sat near Hoseok on the same couch and the older flashed a bright smile to the boy.

"I think we are done here, Mr. Jung." Jimin got up and walked closer to him.

"So we are," Hoseok said as his eyes followed Jimin's extended hand and moved to Jungkook before gripping it.

"What's your name?" Hoseok asked as he stood up before adjusting his suit and Jungkook blew raspberry on the man.

"He is exquisite," Hoseok complimented, turning his frame to Jimin and walking out, carrying a coy smile.

Damsel in Distress,
Walk the bridge, so peeve...

Damsel in Distress,
Call it yours, I'd reeve...

He stifled a nefarious chuckle before leaving.

Jimin followed him out and looked at his disappearing car with a worrisome face. He then immediately rushed to the gun range they had in the basement where Namjoon trained all the recruits.

"Jimin," the boy spotted Jimin's reflection in the shooting board and turned to him, taking off his headmuffs. Before Jimin could ask him to put them back on, Namjoon took a practice shot and Jungkook jumped in his space, screaming and covering his ears as the bullet's sound echoed inside the walls.

Jimin rushed to Jungkook and rubbed his back. "Hey, baby," he called, but found the boy snuggling into him more and more.

Jimin picked him up and walked out of the room.

**

"You can take your hands down now," Jimin asked the boy lovingly as he placed him on the couch and Jungkook slowly did. "Where did you find the gun? Jimin asked when he saw the boy properly breathing again.

"Oh, just with your other crap." Jungkook pointed at antiques decorated in front of his rooms and Jimin gritted his teeth.

He immediately summoned the security head, Andre. "Who took the gun out of my nightstand and kept it in open? Especially when we have the most whimsical creature we call teenager in the house." He thundered and Jungkook blenched.

"Sir, it was me. I apologize. You mentioned you needed to replace it and when I saw Mr. Jung, I was carrying it so I just put it there, and Mr. Jeon found it." The man bowed in front of his entire team. 

"You may leave, please make sure this doesn't repeat in the future." Jimin composed himself as he breathed and dismissed him in a calm tone.

"Are you angry with me?" Jungkook pouted from the corner of the room and Jimin now realized that he scared him.

"No baby. Come here," Jimin's legs truged him towards the boy and he waited with open arms for him to come into them.

Jungkook waited, but he slowly walked into Jimin's arms and the latter placed hundreds of kisses on his face. "I am sorry I scared you." He whispered between the kisses.

Jungkook shook his head. "I am thirsty," he told Jimin who pressed one last kiss on Jungkook's lips and the boy melted by losing his body on the older male who chuckled.

After the chef made a hangover drink for Jungkook, he brought it for him. Jungkook took the glass which was fiddled with a straw and started playing with it. Jimin sat across him and shook his head when he looked at Jungkook. He leaned towards the boy, picked the glass in his own hand, and stuck out the straw towards Jungkook's mouth for him to drink.

"Sir?" Andre's voice caused the two heads to look over. "Kim Leena is here," he bowed and whispered the last words. Jimin groaned, fisting his hair with one empty hand.

"Why did everyone choose today to meet me?" He peered at his watch by folding his hand and Andre pressed his lips in thin line with his hands crossed against his chest.

"And at this time?" Jimin snorted.

"As far as your visitors are concerned, they know you don't sleep. They mostly visit you at night." Andre muttered and Jimin glared at him subtly.

"Well, it changes from today. No one is allowed inside the house after the sunset." Jimin raised an eyebrow in the warning.

"Sure sir. Duly noted." Andre nodded.

Jimin looked at wide, round eyes looking at him. "Baby, can you drink it yourself?" Jimin cooed and Jungkook shook his head with a grin plastered on his face.

"It's something important, please baby." Jimin knew Jungkook was playing with him and that there was a chance that he would be able to convince the younger, but the younger shook his head again. 

Jimin sighed. "Make her wait in the waiting room. I am doing something very important." He told Andre who looked between Jimin's hand holding a glass and Jungkook, who was glaring at the security head.

Andre cleared his throat and walked out. What is happening to Mr. Park?

"Baby, I need you to go into the room and not come out," Jimin asked as he caressed the boy's cheek after he drank the glass full of drink. "Do you understand me?" He reconfirmed and Jungkook nodded.

"You will get a reward if you listen to me," Jimin told the boy who looked at the man, confused.

**

"Mrs. Kim. Please follow me." Andre escorted the lady towards the room who looked at him, all edgy.

"Where are you taking me?" She alluded, but Andre did not stop to reply to her. They kept walking and when they reached the waiting room, Andre turned to face her.

"Waiting room for you." He beckoned her inside and the lady huffed.

"What nonsense is this? Did you tell Jimin that it was me?" She thundered.

"I did and it is his command. He needs you to wait. Mr. Park is really busy today." Andre told the lady as an image of Jimin feeding the boy came into his mind.

She stomped her feet, and walked inside, murmuring things.

Kim Leena was a lady in her early 30s, just like Andre. She was slim with Korean skin, of course. Her hair was black, medium short, and straight. Her eyes were beautiful and deep.

She found Jimin making his way into the waiting room. "So... I am not allowed inside the house anymore?" She was frustrated as she stood up after letting her handbag fall on the ground.

**

Jungkook came out of his room and saw two men guarding the door.
"Sir, we need you to go back inside. It is Mr. Park's order to not let you leave the room." They told Jungkook who pursed his lips and stroked his temple with his finger.

"I am hungry. I am going in the kitchen to get something to eat." Jungkook replied after considerate thinking.

One man looked at the other and picked the intercom on the wall outside the room to call the kitchen. Jungkook looked at him as he spoke. "Please bring food to Mr. Park's room."

"There. Your food is coming." The other man told Jungkook and he glared at them, but went back inside, having no other excuse. He closed the door and thought about what to do next.

He opened the door in a few jiffies, but did not go out. He waited to see if the men would close it, but when he did not see any response from them, he screamed.

Both of them rushed inside to check and Jungkook, who was standing behind the door, ran out. He could not close the door behind him to trap the men inside when they caught him.

"Sir! We are very sorry, but we cannot let you leave the room." One of them told him.

"I will tell Jimin you touched me." Jungkook wriggled under their hold and they immediately freed him as they recollected what Jimin said.

"You are not allowed to touch the boy."

"That's what I thought," Jungkook replied sassily and strutted down the stairs.

**

"Mrs. Kim, there is no need to yell. I apologize for the inconvenience, but we have new rules coming in the effect and in the time of transition, I sincerely hope you cooperate." Jimin bent to pick the bag and held out the lady's hand to put it there.

He then walked across the table and sat on the couch on the opposite side, while he motioned for the lady to take a seat as well.
"How may I help?" He asked, cool as a cucumber, which fumed the lady more, but she was here for a reason.

"I am here with a business proposal." She told the man and fished out a paper.

A maid came with water for the lady which she took and dismissed her. The maid bowed before leaving.

"What is it?" Jimin smiled as he asked.

"This is the forecast of my company share values in near future, which I am willing to give to you." She told Jimin and slid the paper on the table.

Jimin lazily keened his eyes on the paper.
"And you need exactly what in exchange for this?" He asked without touching it.

"I need one specific property of the old man," she smirked and looked over to Jimin. "Which I know is under your jurisdiction and ownership." She added.

"If you know this, I am sure you must also know that the property is not for sale." Jimin remained stoic as he replied.

"Oh! Come on, Mr. Park. The property is nothing but a bunch of old bricks for you. It has value for me. I have big plans for it." The lady urged. "I can pay you more, Mr. Park." 

"Mrs. Kim," Jimin breathed deeply.

"I am afraid I cannot say yes to you. It is not about the property or the money. It is about remuneration, respect, and being indebted. I will never sell it for anything, I am very sorry that your trip was a waste of time." Jimin said as he stood up.

Mrs. Kim also stood up and hugged the man who offered his hand to walk her out.

Kims' were among the top three rich families of Seoul. Of course, no one came near to Park Jimin. All Kims tried collectively, but they could not breach the gap in that rank. Jimin could buy not only the entire Kim empire, but ten times what they were worth. Even the alliance of all other top wealthy families would not shake Jimin's top rank. People tried and failed.

Just as Jimin walked out, he found Jungkook standing right outside with his dark eyes. He glared at Jimin's arm around the lady's waist and walked back inside without a word. Jimin did not go after him, but continued to walk the lady to her car.

Kim Leena when looked at the boy, her face dropped. She flinched her eyes closed as if recollecting something. "Mr. Park, who was the boy?" She asked Jimin.

"No one you should have concern for." Jimin calmly told the lady as he opened the door for her and she flashed a smug smile to Jimin before getting inside the car.

"I will see you soon, Jimin." She said before burning the engine and speeding off.

Jungkook kept looking at them through the gate and anger fumed inside him like a volcano on verge of erupting.

Once the car left, Jimin turned to the security room and Andre came out. They talked about something while Jimin's eyes kept trained on the gate as if he knew where exactly Jungkook stood. The boy flinched at that and ran off to the room.

[14 Mar, 2021]

Chapter Text

Jungkook never had anyone to make him feel this exceptional. Just a few hours ago, he was having a date with Jimin, but suddenly a woman decided that she could keep Jimin away from him. He was now shaking with jealousy and anger.

What's worse was that Jimin also prioritized talking to her instead of being with him. All these feelings were relatively new to him. He picked up a Caviar bottle from the kitchen on the way back to his room.

Jimin took his time with Andre and slowly, also made his way to confront the jealous boy.

He opened the door and found Jungkook sitting by the window sill in front of whisking white and light-weight curtains with a bottle placed on his lips. He coughed after every sip, but did not stop the bitter torture on himself.

"Come here," Jimin commanded as he closed the door shut, but Jungkook didn't listen.

"Who was she?" Jungkook rather asked Jimin.

"Very old friend," Jimin replied as he slowly took steps to go to Jungkook who jumped down to retreat.

"I could see that. She indeed was, very old."

"That's not very nice now, is it? A gentleman should never speak ill of a lady." Jimin cocked his brows at Jungkook amusedly.

"Why do you care so much about this lady?" Jungkook asked bitterly.

"I don't. I care about you and I don't want you to be ill-mannered. Put that down." Jimin asked and Jungkook hiccupped, looking at the bottle.

"I don't like her," Jungkook uttered with his eyes still directed at the bottle and then averted them to look at Jimin, who was inching closer. "Stop right there," Jungkook warned Jimin with his heavy breath and flushed face.

Alcohol made him hot which was visible by shimmering beads on his forehead as he broke a sweat. 

"I said put that down and come here," Jimin repeated the words very slowly with an undertone of growl.

"I am not your slave to do just what you ask me to." Jungkook gritted his teeth and kept moving backward while Jimin traced his footsteps.

"No you are not, but you are my boyfriend now, and I want my boyfriend to obey me. Why did you come out of the room when I asked you to stay inside?" Jimin asked in a very calm tone which did not do justice to his piercing eyes.

A wave of shiver crawled up and down Jungkook's spine, looking at this Jimin, and his dry throat could not speak anymore. He collected his breath and then put the bottle down at the nightstand. He darted his eyes towards the door which was on his left. He knitted a plan to run for it and then leave for home.

Jimin knew what Jungkook was thinking. Just as the latter lurked by the door, Jimin held him from the back and picked him up. "I find it rude that you are not paying attention when I am talking to you," Jimin taunted in a dangerously low tone and walked back to throw the boy on the bed.

"Leave me. I want to go home." Jungkook's eyes were now glossy.

"Didn't you hear? I said you are not going anywhere." Jimin pinned him down and the boy started to pry his wrists from Jimin which only made the older to tighten the grip.

"I am not gay, Jimin. Leave me." Jungkook tried to feign anger, but Jimin was far from breaking.

Jimin scoffed. "I assure you, baby. You are as much gay as a gay can get." He smirked and tightened the grip furthermore.

"Jimin, it hurts." Jungkook went from angry to sassy to panicked real quick and Jimin immediately loosened his grip, looking at the fear in Jungkook's eyes. The red fingerprints on the soft skin of his boy instantly made him regret it. He got away from Jungkook and sat on the edge of the bed with his back facing the lying boy. Jungkook remained in the same position, heaving frantically.

Jimin didn't want to hurt or scare Jungkook, but he did. "I am sorry," he apologized in guilt while fisting his hair and got up to leave the room. It was taking insurmountable control for him to not act on his whims right now.

Jungkook looked around the empty, big, square room which had big windows on either side for cross breeze. The windows were provided with transparent white curtains. The thought whizzed inside Jungkook's mind, if someone wanted to, it would be possible for them to look over Jimin and Jungkook together by the window if the place was not so secluded and heavily guarded.

He got up and looked around. In the middle was this king-size bed with purple satin sheets laid on it, with a nightstand on the right, and a bathroom on the left. A medium-size painting of golden women was hanging just above the headrest of the bed.

Towards the edge of the bed was an off-white Divan of the same width as that of the bed. A small table and a matching couch with Divan were kept in front of the window towards the right, where Jungkook sat a few minutes ago, from where he could look out to the entry gate and the golf course.

Jungkook walked towards the windows on the left-hand side and looked out. The windows led the view to the pool area where Jimin was now sitting.

Two things came to Jungkook's mind looking at Jimin, the first was, he would love to suck Jimin's cock as he sat on the edge of the pool. The second was that he wanted to do it now.

Jungkook rushed to the washroom and looked at himself in a wall-length mirror above two white cabinets. Behind Jungkook's back was a jacuzzi which he spotted in the mirror and onto his far-right was a closed glass cabin for the shower.

He was not looking presentable in any way with his puffy red eyes, tousled hair, and tear-streaked cheeks. He hastily washed his face and pulled a towel from the organizer to wipe it. He then scrambled through the cabinets to find a moisturizer. Rushing into the room to find his chapstick for his lips to be alluring when they would wrap around his lover's shaft, he ran back and applied it while looking in the same mirror of the bathroom.

What more could I do to seduce Jimin? Clothes, yes, I need to get out of this suit.

He went back into the room and stripped. After throwing his pants, shirt, blazer, it was now the turn for his underwear to come off. He was standing in the middle of the room, completely naked.

Walking slowly on the carpeted floor to open Jimin's closet, Jungkook needed the robe and he needed it now. His eyes fell on one which instantly made him smirk. The dark purple silk robe, just like the color of Jimin's sheets.

He picked it up and wrapped its cincture loosely around his waist before rushing back into the bathroom to look at himself, but he was not completely satisfied with the look. He had to give it a finishing touch.

He opened the second drawer of the cabinet and found a pair of scissors with which he cut through the lower length of the robe. He then picked the fragrance bottle and wore it on his wrists and neck. The place was now smelling like Jimin.

He was quite happy with his work till now, but he still needed something else. He pulled open all the drawers to find it and he finally did. Slowly, he made his way towards the pool which he had no idea how to reach. It wasn't like the place had billboards with signs showing turn left or go straight, which in honesty, would not harm, given how huge the place was.

The workers looked at Jungkook trying to find something, but they hesitated to approach him, especially when he was looking like that and smelling like Jimin.

Fortunately, he found and exited the door at the opposite side of the kitchen from where he spotted dim light glinting off of the water's surface. He yelped as he got out because of the cold, but he kept marching ahead while hugging his own body.

Jimin sensed a presence, and he smiled when he smelled his perfume. No one other than Jungkook could have dared to do so.

Jungkook stood right behind him, hoping Jimin would turn around from his lounger, judging by his shadow. What he did not know was that Jimin did not even need to look at his shadow to know that it was Jungkook.

When Jimin did not look around, Jungkook slowly sat on the lounger adjacent to him. "I want you." He said, looking at the water pool.

"Get back inside Jungkook, don't want you to catch a cold," Jimin replied after he sighed while his eyes remained keened on water.

"Didn't you hear? I said I want you." Jungkook now whipped his neck towards Jimin who could not help but also look at him.

"Don't test my patience boy," Jimin said calmly as his hand reached out to caress Jungkook's cheeks in a painfully slow manner.

"I am not. I want you. Please don't make me beg for it." 

Jimin moved his gaze to the younger's lips and then back to his eyes.

Jungkook got up when he found Jimin not moving, and he straddled him. It was now that Jimin noticed his exposed legs. He had cut the robe all the way up to his thighs.

Now that the moment approached, Jungkook's heart was threatening to jump out. He was nervous and did not know if he could actually go through with it. A few minutes back, he was determined to, but now he was losing his nerve at the last moment which Jimin read. It was sheer terror, finally coming out of the closet.

Jimin looked at Jungkook on his lap and his hands reached to caress the thighs which the boy had offered him so carelessly.

A very low moan echoed inside Jungkook's mouth just as those hands reached his inner thighs and Jimin found out that the boy was naked underneath.

Sudden blood rushed to Jimin's dick at the thought he still was fantasizing. He had thought about this very moment for an uncountable number of times since the moment his eyes fell on Jungkook, but he did not know it would come this soon.

Jimin's little trance was broken when Jungkook bravely crashed his lips with plump ones.

Both of them groaned in kiss and Jimin took a chance to slide his hands further to slowly hold Jungkook's shaft at which the boy gasped and arched his back. Jimin pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. He sucked on Jungkook's tongue. The blonde's one hand was behind the brunette's back, holding him closer.

Jungkook wrapped his hands around Jimin's neck and wasn't willing to break apart. They kissed for long minutes until Jungkook lost all oxygen from his lungs and pulled apart. His eyes were glossy as Jimin looked at his face.

"You alright, baby?" Jimin asked slowly.

Panting Jungkook only nodded his head. "I want to do something." 

Jimin keened his eyes at Jungkook even more.

"Hold this," Jungkook pulled out a bottle of lube from his robe and handed it to Jimin while he undid the pants Jimin wore.

The older was surprised at Jungkook's passion.

He was about to put his hands on a hard cock other than his own, he was living his fantasy. Of course, it was not only Jimin who dreamt about this. Jimin let Jungkook undress him and stroke the cock with his cold fingertips. It was very warm to touch, he felt like he had a new toy to play with. He was so consumed to look at it and touch it that he did not realize Jimin bucking his hips up at the sensation, wanting Jungkook to take it in his mouth.

He slowly licked the head, letting his tongue swirl all around it and a moan left Jimin before Jungkook's mouth swallowed it whole.

Jimin was groaning now. Jungkook found something about himself at that moment. He loved sucking a dick, and this would not be the last time he sucked it. He tried to take in as much as possible, but he gagged on it because it was long.

He kept trying, he loved the feel of Jimin's cock in his mouth. The dick was getting harder if that was even possible and Jungkook wanted to feel it expand in his mouth.

Jimin was laying on an arched lounger while Jungkook was on the ground, on his knees. His eyes were tearing with the gag, but he wanted to pleasure Jimin and he was sucking like there was no tomorrow.

Jimin was getting really excited, his legs started to tighten up, Jungkook heard him grunt and he knew that Jimin must be close. "I am close," Jimin said as he held a fistful of Jungkook's hair in his hand, indicating that Jimin wanted to explode inside his mouth.

Soon after, Jungkook felt Jimin's first wave of cum hit the back of his throat, it was so hot and salty, but he kept bobbing his head and got more cum pumped in his mouth. He couldn't hold it all in, some of it dribbled out of his mouth but he swallowed as much of it as he could.

Jimin's head was very sensitive and Jungkook gave it a couple of more licks before letting him slide out of his mouth.

"Baby." Jimin pulled Jungkook to sit on top of him and kissed him like crazy, tasting a little bit of his own cum. The kiss was so messy and fervent that the chapstick was now all smudged on Jungkook's cheeks.

Jungkook took the opportunity to unbutton Jimin's shirt whilst kissing.

"Your turn," Jimin suddenly pulled apart and flipped the boy to work on his cock. The younger relaxed and let himself enjoy.

Jimin was excellent with his mouth, but there was another barrier they were about to cross tonight which was not letting Jungkook relax completely.

Jimin snatched the piece of the robe from Jungkook's body at which he whimpered and hugged himself closer. "Are you cold baby?" Jimin asked as he hovered over him to cover his body and Jungkook nodded.

In the next moment, Jungkook felt being picked up. His naked body was snuggled closer to Jimin, but the owner of the house could not walk back inside with his boy on display, so he decided to walk into the basement suite he hardly used.

Jungkook looked around just as the lights hit his eyes and now he felt so exposed that he wanted to crawl under the bed.

Outside, it was not bright by the pool so he was confident, but now he felt vulnerable. Jimin would be able to see his bare body immaculately.

Jimin placed him on the bed and he tried to pull the sheets to cover himself. This room was similar to Jimin's room, except there were no windows. "Are you shy now?" Jimin chuckled softly and pulled down the sheets, leaving Jungkook's whole body to tense. He pulled his knees together to try and hide from Jimin, but it went astray. "Don't be shy in front me." Jimin commanded as he let his unbuttoned shirt fall to the ground slolwy and climbed on top to kiss the younger.

Their lips met, danced together, and Jungkook closed his eyes. Jimin slowly pulled away and softly kissed the younger's whole face, then trailed off to his neck and moved up to his jawline where he licked the boy and pressed his lips on to supple skin.

Small moans and gasps were heard from Jungkook's mouth. Jimin pinched his nipples slowly while kissing and Jungkook arched his back. Jimin had all the time to explore Jungkook's body, but he chose to do it all tonight. He kissed every inch of him and took note of all erogenous and sensitive spots on his boy.

Once he was done with enough foreplay and Jungkook was dripping pre cum like crazy, he asked, "Ready, baby?"

The boy nodded excitedly and Jimin hovered on top of him. "We would take it as slow as we have to." He told Jungkook whose eyes were fluttering.

Jimin took the lube bottle that Jungkook had managed to slip in his robe and lubricated himself excessively. He positioned his cock at the entrance of Jungkook's ass and Jungkook felt him give a little push as he tried to slip the head in. The most intense searing pain shot through Jungkook's body and he yelled to pull out.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay." Jimin immediately held Jungkook in his arms as he leaned in to caress his face soothingly and pulled out.

"No," Jungkook cried desperately. "I want to, please. Please do it. Don't stop even if I scream this time." Jungkook put his hands on Jimin's chest to push him to go back to where he was.

"Are you sure?"

"Just, please. Do it already." Jungkook exasperated in desperation.

"Baby, try and relax your muscles." Jimin moved down and said seeing the clenched-up hole.

Jungkook took a deep breath. "Okay. Do it now." He said and closed his eyes. Jimin felt too bad to give this pain to Jungkook, but he knew that after the pain there would be a sea of pleasure.

Jungkook still didn't think he was going to be able to take Jimin's dick, but he was determined to feel it. "I will go slow, okay?" Jimin asked as he positioned his head in front of the rim and hovered over Jungkook to kiss him.

Jungkook could feel the weight of Jimin's whole body on top of him. He slowly slipped in the very tip of his cock.

"Breathe, baby." He stroked Jungkook's cheeks. The younger relaxed his muscles and encouraged Jimin to push further till his head broke through and was inside.

Jimin asked him again. "Take a big breath." Jungkook did while Jimin waited for the younger to tell him to keep going.

"Mmm, a little more," Jungkook told Jimin who slowly kept pushing until before Jungkook realized it, his whole cock was inside of him. They both relaxed a bit.

Jungkook could feel Jimin's whole cock inside of him and he really loved that feeling. Jimin placed his hands under the younger's back to draw him even closer to him and as he laid on top of him, he started fucking him, nice and slow.

Jungkook could feel every inch of Jimin's cock inside of him as he pulled out and pushed it back in. They had a rhythm going, Jimin was really getting into it, but he could not go hard yet.

Jungkook whispered to him, "Fuck my ass Jimin, fuck me hard, cum inside of me, I want to feel your cum exploding inside of me." That sent Jimin over the edge and he picked up the pace.

Jungkook hissed, probably regretting his boldness now, but there was no backing down for Jimin. "Ahh-Jimin."

"Yeah baby, you feel it? You like it?" Jimin asked with his strong thrusts and Jungkook groaned loudly.

"Yes, just like that." He was feeling pain, but he also felt sudden pleasure burst inside his ass and he did not know what to do with it.

He kissed Jimin's lips so hard that blood oozed out and it tasted like metal in their mouths. Jimin hissed sexily, not at the pain, because he could bear much more, but at the idea of his boyfriend biting the blood out of him.

Jungkook jumped and screamed as his prostate was hit again and Bingo, Jimin had found it.

"Jimin. Yes, right there please." He asked Jimin who was already on it. The older grunted as he picked up his pace and bashed right on to his sweet spot over and over until Jungkook sprut the hot semen onto his abs.

Once Jimin felt the hotness of the sticky liquid and the shivering boy under him, he got up on his knees without pulling out.

He picked Jungkook's legs up and put them onto his shoulders to milk out his dick dry. After a few rhythmic and hard thrusts, Jimin also exploded inside Jungkook's ass.

He wished he could keep fucking the boy, but he knew the younger was done for the night. He pulled out, sweaty and exhausted. He laid on the bed and pulled Jungkook into his arms.

"Are you feeling okay, my baby?" He asked and the boy nodded.

"I like you, Jungkook," Jimin spoke and kissed the younger's cheeks one by one.

Jungkook felt very lucky that Jimin was his first, He needed someone who was both knowledgeable and gentle at the same time, but could turn into an animal when needed.

"I like you too, Jimin. Promise we will do this again? Jungkook asked with half-lidded eyes and Jimin pecked his lips softly before answering.

"Always." He said and saw the younger falling in slumber when his phone rang.

He caressed Jungkook's head and moved a little away from the bed.

"Hello?" He spoke.

"Jimin, the warehouse is on fire." Namjoon replied.

[24 Mar, 2021]

Chapter Text

Jimin heard Namjoon over the phone say that their warehouse securing weapons and explosives caught fire. He looked at sleepy Jungkook on the bed and brought the attention back to the phone.

"Deal with it," he told Namjoon and heard the taller go silent momentarily.

"I am handling it. See you tomorrow." Namjoon assured and hung up the call.

"Are you leaving me again?" Jungkook asked in his small voice which seemed to be too tired and Jimin walked back to bed after turning off the lights. Jimin heard Jungkook gasp just as the room turned dark. He immediately turned the table lamp light on and climbed on the bed.

"No baby. I am not leaving you again." He said amorously and found the younger hugging him close.

"Do you love me, Jimin?" Jungkook asked.

"Go to sleep." Jimin caressed the younger's hair softly and cradled him in his arms. Not soon after, he heard Jungkook purr in his sleep as he placed a small peck on his parted lips with a smile.

"I do love you. You won't understand it now if I say this, but I will prove it to you with time. I am in no rush." Jimin whispered softly as he kept the boy close. He knew Jungkook was fast asleep and now his mind wandered off to the warehouse. He did not see the warehouse with his own eyes but the flames of the fire were now burning in his eyes.

"You messed with the wrong one." He said darkly with his cryptic expressions and hollow eyes.

**

Jungkook woke up in the morning in Jimin's room as he looked around. Suddenly, he felt stinging in his ass at which he yelped and let a sharp gasp out. He remained there on the bed with his brows frowning as he tried to recollect the events from last night.

Just as the hazy layer was deforming from his brain, Jungkook's eyebrows were coming back to their original state while a blush was starting to deposit on his cheeks.

Jungkook heard the running water inside the bathroom and knew that Jimin was taking a shower. He wanted to flee because he was now too embarrassed by what he did and how he ended up with great pain in his ass.

He was determined to leave, but his body was betraying him. He could not walk straight to the door when his legs halted and he held onto the wall for support. He breathed heavily and that's when Jimin came out of the bathroom. He found an empty bed and a boy standing by the door.

"Jungkook!" He called the boy but Jungkook did not answer nor did he turn back. Jimin quizzically tilted his head to see if Jungkook was sleepwalking. Slowly, he trudged towards the boy and saw Jungkook's eyes flinched shut.

Jimin smiled.

He held out his hand to hold Jungkook, but the boy yanked it off. Jimin felt a pang in his chest at the action. "Sweetie, I am trying to help you," Jimin said in a soft and gentle voice. Jungkook averted his gaze to the floor and Jimin noticed that boy was blushing.

Jimin kept staring at Jungkook for good thirty seconds before abruptly picking him up. "Jimin, leave me." Jungkook struggled, but only hissed because it stung him more.

The Mafia boss placed him on the bed, covered his legs with the duvet as the teenager was still in the robe from the night before which he had cut down. Jimin sat beside him. "How are you feeling? Does it hurt?" He asked and rolled his own hair back.

Jungkook now dared to send a glare to Jimin. "Lie down here and let me do what you did to me. You will get your answer." He shot back, causing Jimin to flash his subtle and alluring chuckle.

"That's never going to happen, sweetie." He held out his hand to caress Jungkook's cheek but the younger slapped the hands away. Now, Jimin got confused. Was Jungkook shy or he simply hated what happened between them?

"Let me take care of you, darling." Jimin held his hand up again and thankfully, this time, Jungkook did not do anything. Jimin caressed his face and then picked up the intercom to call the staff to bring the breakfast in.

Jungkook would not look at Jimin but everywhere. Jimin reached for Jungkook's hands and held them. "Sorry for hurting you." He uttered softly while kissing his knuckles. Jungkook's feeble attempt to hide his embarrassment behind his sarcasm failed instantly as his heart began to pound under the rib cage on the gentle action from the older.

"It's okay," he whispered and heard his mobile phone ring. He looked around to spot it. Jimin got up to pick the phone for Jungkook. He handed it to him without looking at the screen.

"Hi, Insu," Jungkook answered the call and greeted his work colleague.

"Jungkook. Where are you?" Insu complained.

"I am so sorry, Insu. I got stuck with some things. Can you please cover for me? I will take your night shift." Jungkook pleaded and Jimin tilted his head to stare.

"That's no problem, Jungkook. Is everything alright with you? I called to check up on you." The boy said.

"Oh- yeah yeah. I am all good. I was just... I have a little headache and I can't really move." Jungkook lied to the boy closing his eyes shut.

"Oh, take care then. You don't have to come. I will cover both shifts." The boy replied.

"Thank you so much, but the boss will kill me. I wasn't in yesterday too. So I will come soon." Jungkook denied the gracious offer as much as he wanted to listen to Insu.

"Don't worry about that. Boss hasn't been to work in two days and I received her note this morning. She said she will not be back anytime soon. So, you can take as much time as you need." Insu replied.

"What? That's strange." Jungkook's brows furrowed.

"What is?"

"Boss not coming to the store, I have never seen her take a day off. Even when she falls sick, she rests in the store and never at home." Jungkook commented.

"I guess she is out of town." Insu fathomed and Jungkook shrugged off.

"Anyway, why am I worried about the bellbird? I should be happy instead." Jungkook giggled.

"By any chance, are you with that sexy boyfriend of yours?" Insu teased and Jungkook's eyes widened as he looked at Jimin who was standing and curiously watching him speak all this while.

He laughed awkwardly. "No. I gotta go. Thank you. Thank you so much, Insu. I owe you." Jungkook gratefully added and disconnected the call.

"I have to go," Jungkook told Jimin as he looked up and Jimin only scoffed.

"You are so naïve if you think that I will let you go in this condition."

"But Jimin, my parents, and Insu. I have not been to work yesterday. Uncle Jeng cannot cover for me for too long. He will get worried as well." Jungkook started to panic and Jimin sat beside him again.

"Don't worry about the work. I will take care of it. About your parents, call Uncle Jeng and tell him that you are with me. I had a feeling that he liked me for you." Jimin snickered.

"I can't," Jungkook whined and looked at his fingers.

"Why not? Are you shy, baby?" Jimin asked.

"Of course, I am." Jungkook frowned and glared at Jimin. They heard a knock on the door and the breakfast arrived.

Jimin let the maids in who served food to Jungkook and left. The blonde then got up and walked towards his closet. "You are not going anywhere today. I will drop you back home tomorrow. If you want, I can go meet Uncle Jeng and tell him that you are here. Safe and with me. For now, I have to go deal with something but I will be back before lunch. Let's eat together and I will stay with you. We will spend time alone." He said as he slid his robe down, getting all naked shamelessly.

He looked at the brunette eyeing his buttocks from the mirror inside the closet and smirked as he chose the outfit and turned around. Jungkook immediately looked down. "Am I clear?" Jimin asked, getting into his briefs and pants but Jungkook did not hear a thing as his concentration was on Jimin's ass all the while.

"Wear your clothes first," Jungkook mumbled as he whipped his neck towards the bathroom.

"Oh, Jungkook." Jimin cooed as he picked up his shirt and put it on. While he buttoned it up, he walked near the bed. "Don't tell me you just did not enjoy me naked." He held Jungkook's chin and made him look up while he beveled and whispered against Jungkook's lips.

The boy turned redder. "I am sorry." 

"I am not. You can see me naked now that we are in a relationship." Jimin told Jungkook and stood straight, cuffing his blue shirt and Jungkook tried to press his lips into a straight line to hide the smile.

Jimin turned away to get his coat, sunglasses, and a wristwatch. "Don't go anywhere. Stay inside the boundary of this house. I am repeating again for you." Jimin said in a serious tone and Jungkook nodded his head while his lips were still pressed.

"Good." Jimin turned to look at Jungkook and averted his gaze on phone. "You can wear your clothing. They have been cleaned and dried. Or, you can pick anything you like from the closet. Try not to cut them this time." Jimin said as he scrolled his phone's screen and Jungkook flashed a goofy grin at the remark.

"I will get someone to pick you new pair of clothes. I already have your measurements."

"I don't want a new pair. You already got me new ones." Jungkook replied and saw Jimin coming closer to him and kissing his forehead.

"Now that you will be here more often, it only makes sense you have more clothes here. Don't go anywhere." Jimin reminded him again before he walked out.

Just as Jimin disappeared, Jungkook heard his voice. "Call the doctor for him. Keep an eye and make sure he does not step out of the house. Most importantly, don't touch him." He said to the guards outside.

Jungkook sighed and fell back to bed.

**

Kim Leena sat at the dining table for breakfast. She waited for her son to join who had gone out for quite some time. Suddenly, she heard the footsteps of leather 2-inch heeled shoes ticking against the floor, sound inching closer.

She looked up to see an extremely handsome man making his way towards her with a timid smile on his face while his deep eyes held the serious demeanor.

"Good morning, mother," The man greeted with his heavy voice.

"Good Morning, Tae," Leena replied with a bright smile on her face.

"How was your morning walk?" She asked as Taehyung sat on the table and she motioned the maids to serve him food.

Taehyung was wearing a black turtleneck underneath a white shirt and brown trousers. "It was well, mother. How was your visit to Park? Did you succeed?" He asked, sitting upright like royalty.

"It was not, but I saw the hassle in his eyes. He is definitely all over the place. I even spotted Jung Hoseok leaving his place. We will strike when he is most vulnerable. He has no clue that it could be you." She smirked and Taehyung only listened carefully.

"Of course, not. How will he? You have done a great job in hiding me from the public eye till now. As far as people know, you only have one son." Taehyung replied, carrying poise.

"We will definitely take our revenge on Park Jimin for all we have lost because of him." Kim Leena gritted her teeth.

Taehyung calmly took a bite of the omelet. "He sure will, mother. I promise you that. I have more than one way and one reason to make him pay. I have just burned his one warehouse, wait till you see how much wrath I still have to unfold on him. He messed with the wrong one."

[28 Apr, 2021]

Chapter Text

Jungkook returned all the food which Jimin had ordered and asked the chefs to bring chicken popcorn with ice cream after the older male left.

He kept tossing the popcorn in his mouth and scooped up ice cream alternatively.

Down there, it was stinging with a touch of water even. "He fucking fucked me," Jungkook uttered through his gritted teeth and tossed another popcorn which fell onto the carpet and joined many others that he had thrown, unintentionally so.

His phone suddenly rang and he looked at the caller ID of uncle Jeng. "I cannot talk to you Uncle. I am sorry!" He assured and muffled a scream in pillows. His ice cream was dribbling down his chin that smeared on the pillow and dirtied it.

Soon, he got up and groaned, looking at the mess he has made when his phone dinged with a text notification from Jimin.

Talk to your Uncle and tell him you are alive.

"Huh? Did he talk to uncle? Wasn't he going for important work and already running late?" Jungkook spoke to himself when his door was knocked.

He quickly wiped his mouth and answered, "come in."

In came the doctor wearing his coat and a small bag in his hand. "I was sent by Mr. Park to check up on you." Two guards rushed in with a couch for the doctor to sit beside the bed. Jungkook could only gawk between the guards and the doctor until the guards left.

"Mr. Jeon? Are you with me?"

"Mmhm."

The doctor looked at Jungkook whose concentration was on the ice cream. "Very well. Did you get involved in sexual intercourse?" The doctor asked, taking out his notepad of prescriptions. 

Jungkook immediately shoved a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and nodded.

"Was enough lubricant used?" The doctor asked again and Jungkook repeated the same thing, stuffing his mouth and nodding.

"How bad is your pain on a scale of 1 - 10?"

"Definitely a 12." Jungkook spoke first time through his full mouth.

"I see," the doctor wrote a prescription and handed it over to Jungkook. "This is a nonsteroidal pain reliever. You can apply locally to the area of the sting. Eat good fibers, not this." The doctor pointed at the popcorns on the ground and Jungkook nodded.

"Have more fluids, and do stretch a little bit. I will also write you a few tablets, take one after each meal and you will be fine by tomorrow." The doctor affirmed and Jungkook could only nod. He did not even look at how the doctor even looked like? For all he knew, the man could even be a replica of himself.

"Can I go back home, doctor?" Jungkook asked as the man stood up to leave and the teenager noticed tattoos on the former's hands.

"Oh no, no, no. Definitely not recommended. Take plenty of rest." The doctor lied at Jimin's request. "And one last thing before I leave, try not to do it again today." He asked and immediately left.

In the next minute, the guards appeared and took the couch away.

Jungkook's phone rang again and he hesitantly picked up this time.

"Hello, Uncle," he sounded ecstatic, hiding the pain.

"Hey, Son! I and your father were starting to get worried. Are you okay? When are you coming home?"

Jungkook wondered if Jimin told the uncle truth."I will be home by tomorrow, uncle. Something came up at work so I and Insu will be going to stay at his place after work." He scrunched his face to brace himself from getting called for the lies but uncle Jeng only laughed.

"I am glad you are making friends now. Enjoy, but be careful. Don't do anything which will bring you in trouble." Uncle Jeng replied which got the weight off of Jungkook's chest.

"You are the best, uncle. Tell dad that I love him and I will be back home soon." Jungkook beamed, forgetting his pain momentarily.

"I will. Take care, buddy."

The call disconnected.

As Jungkook sighed in relief, he heard a faint knock on the door again. "COME IN!" 

A worker appeared with multiple bags of clothes and kept them at the table. "These are from sir Park. If you need anything else, please let us know," the man said without making eye contact with Jungkook as if he was instructed not to. "I have a copy of the prescription from your doctor. Your medicines will be here shortly." The man informed and bowed slightly before leaving.

**

Jimin was inspecting the warehouse. The place was burned to ashes, including the weapons which were stored there. He has been trying to procure as many weapons from the exporters as he could in past years. No one knew where he was storing them except his own people. 

"Could it be one of us, Namjoon?" Jimin asked as he sat in the ruins, trying to spot a needle in a haystack.

"I don't think our men are involved with the security we have. Andre is the best in the industry, and you know it too. Bringing cynical thoughts in mind would mean that you are doubting Andre," Namjoon answered and Jimin nodded faintly. "We were able to find one camera which was not burned because this was on the outside at the back entrance.

"Will you work on it for me this time, Namjoon?" Jimin asked and Namjoon collected it.

"Don't worry much, Jimin. I think we should pay a visit to Cremisi mountains soon." Namjoon suggested.

"Let's do it tomorrow. I don't want to slack off. Whatever is happening should not get out. Whatever it takes. I will also have to visit the old man soon." Jimin responded, looking at only black dust which remained.

"Do you think there is a chance that Kim Leena could be behind this?  She has been wanting the Daliji property for so long. She sure has been talking but the words are of her late husband." Namjoon tried to direct Jimin's attention towards the one potential threat.

"Kim Leena is cunning, I give you that. But she will never go against me. She knows who I am. The only way for her to attack me like this is if she somehow got a magical wand, which is not possible. What was the last track record of her son, Kim Yoongi, was it?" Jimin asked.

"He goes by Min Yoongi now," Namjoon confirmed.

"Ashamed of his own kin," Jimin smirked menacingly.

"You don't think that this man was behind it. We have been tracking him for years now. He is a simple teacher who teaches music at a university. Andre will be able to tell you more about him if you need his whereabouts from the night ago." Namjoon furrowed his brows.

"I have to go, Namjoon. I will be busy until tomorrow morning. Meet me at sharp ten at Nightingale Club." Jimin stood up from the chair and walked out as Namjoon kept staring at him with keen eyes.

"And one more thing. Bring the youngest Kim to me. Make it happen in two days," Jimin smirked, his lips slanted before he pulled down the sunglasses from his head over his eyes and got into the car to drive away. Namjoon remained petrified in his space, replaying the words over and over again. Youngest Kim.

**

Jungkook was lying in the bed after a shower. He felt much more relieved now as he took a dose of an analgesic and the gel was so soothing and cold on his skin that it inhibited him from feeling any pain.

He chose to wear white low crotch loose pants which had a colorful pattern all over them, along with a white 3/4th sleeved polyester shirt. The air was feeling divine to his fresh-out-of-shower skin. Suddenly his eyes shot open with a thought that came to his mind. He buzzed the intercom on the outside which was picked by a guard. "Take me out for stretching. The doctor has asked me to do it."

The guard came in after a knock and Jungkook got up to get into his shoes. "Do you need anything else, sir?" The man asked and Jungkook only shook his head, hiding an evil grin.

"Let's go, I am ready." Jungkook beamed and the guard examined the boy head to toe, but followed him outside.

"I need sun." Jungkook chimed and kept walking ahead while the guard kept a safe distance. Jungkook kept strutting ahead and reaching a familiar golf course. He eyed the main gate which was now close and looked at his phone.

"Help me," he said, turning towards the guard who looked perplexed. Jungkook needed the man to help and hold his hands behind his own back to stretch him. When he was instructed to not touch Jungkook, how could he hold his hand?

Jungkook, on the other hand, was only testing it. He kept looking at his phone and inching closer to the gate when he saw a boy in a yellow uniform, the food delivery guy he called earlier. The delivery boy was stopped at the security outside. "Who is it for?" One of the guards asked.

"It is for Jeon Jungkook." The boy replied while his eyes stared at the biggest mansion he had never seen.

The guards looked at each other and whispered something before looking at the boy. "Put the food here inside the room. We will bring it to Mr. Jeon." They asked and the boy nodded senselessly.

Just as they opened the main gate for the boy, Jungkook ran for it. The guard who was with Jungkook ran after him as he picked up his walkie-talkie from the holster and screamed. "CLOSE THE GATES!" The guards on the outside panicked when they saw a white figure running past them, and the next thing they saw was Andre coming at them with the speed of an angry bull, and also got out of the gate.

Jungkook could only manage to reach halfway until the primary route that further connected to the highway when he saw someone running behind him. He was already huffing and his ass was starting to hurt again. He inspected around and only found big bushes. He decided to jump into the bushes and crawl his way out when he felt his body was lifted by someone.

He squirmed drastically and threw his hands and legs on Andre. "LET ME GO!" He screamed, but Andre was already walking back with Jungkook dangling over his shoulder like a weightless piece of feather.

Jungkook's fists and legs did nothing to Andre's thick skin and muscles with his attach. "YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME! LET GO OF ME! YOU BASTARD, LET. ME. GO!" Jungkook's words fell on Andre's earS and skedaddled right out from the other one.

He carried the boy all the way to Jimin's room and threw him on the bed calmly. Jungkook got up to fight back. "Wait till Jimin hears about this." Andre only raised his one hand up to hold Jungkook at the distance before giving him a little nudge as he kept retreating his steps and finding the door to exit.

Jungkook threw a vase on the door and then outsiders heard other objects clank and clash on the floor, but they did not open the door. Everyone was afraid of what Jimin might do, but since it was Andre, they knew it wouldn't be too bad.

In about fifteen minutes, Jimin made his way into the home and walked towards the room, well informed about the little maneuver. Just as he got inside, he received a big plate which crashed on the wall and fell into pieces to the ground.

Jungkook's eyes were glassy, pooling with tears and Jimin only made his way forward, dodging anything else that Jungkook might have to throw at him while his hands carried numerous boxes of chocolates. "Sweet muffin, what is this behavior, hm?" He let out a rasp while his eyes doted on to Jungkook's crying ones.

[8 May, 2021]

Chapter Text

Jimin's legs slowly traced Jungkook and the boy was now sobbing softly. Jimin let the chocolate boxes fall to the ground and cupped Jungkook's face gently. His thumbs wiped the tears leisurely. "Why are you crying?" He asked in his lower than the usual tone of voice which was braided with sheer love and care. 

"You... You left me alone to answer those awkward questions to the doctor. My back hurts and no one would let me out. Your big bodyguard picked me up. He carried me like a bag of flour. Will I never be able to get out? Did you kidnap me?" Jungkook asked all the questions at once. 

Jimin could not help but want to laugh at the callowness so he pressed his lips together while his hands remained on the younger's cheeks. 

"Where does it hurt? Tell me. I will make it go away." Jimin asked as he gently made Jungkook look up whose old tears were constantly replacing new ones. Jungkook shook his head, wanting to get out of Jimin's grip but the latter held him firmly. 

"I am sorry that it hurts. Let me make it better." Jimin uttered in a gentle voice again as his hands moved down to caress Jungkook's back and the teenager found himself leaning in into the touch and seeking comfort in it. He moved closer little by little, and let Jimin hug him tenderly. 

"Can I go home?" He asked slowly and Jimin kissed his head. 

"Of course, you can. I will drop you back myself. You are free to do anything, my love muffin. You are not kidnapped. Did you forget you are now my little boyfriend? Hm?" Jimin asked, yet soothing the boy.

Jungkook shook his head against Jimin's chest and now smiled a little. "I did not."

"Come, lay here with me. Let me take care of you." Jimin pulled away slowly and made Jungkook sit on the mattress.

Jungkook sat down and looked at Jimin with eyes that were not blurry by tears now. Jimin looked ravishing and Jungkook realized his boner growing out of nowhere. He felt embarrassed suddenly.

Jimin sat by him and stroked his face with the back of his own fingers softly and Jungkook's eyes started becoming droopy. Pushing Jungkook on his back on the bed, Jimin laid his left hand beneath his head to be used as a pillow.

Jungkook laid on Jimin's hand and faced him. He now opened his eyes to see the older looking at him with many unsaid emotions. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Jungkook asked and Jimin's lips stretched a little to smile at him. 

"You are beautiful, adorable." 

"You are... Sexy." Jungkook replied and made Jimin chuckle. 

"You think I am sexy?" Jimin repeated and Jungkook nodded slowly, getting lost in the eyes of a mafia boss who looked harmless to him. 

Jimin rolled his hair up with his free hand and then pulled Jungkook in. The teenager's breath hitched when Jimin's lips were right across his face.

"Kiss me," Jimin pleaded slowly and Jungkook's gaze moved to the blonde's eyes before coming back to his lips. He softly pressed his lips on Jimin's to peck him, but the latter held Jungkook's head from behind to deepen the kiss. Jungkook did not resist, he let his hands rest on Jimin's chest while they let the romance fill the air with their passionate kiss. Jimin parted first and looked at the younger with eyes closed. He quickly pecked Jungkook's lips one more time before suddenly pulling his body to the center of the bed. 

Jungkook opened his eyes with the sudden movement and found Jimin hovering above him. "Jimin, I- " 

Before Jungkook could finish, Jimin put his index finger over the boy's lips. "Shh, I will not hurt you. I am going to take care of it." His gaze traveled down to the boner that the boy had and the Jungkook's cheeks burned before his ears turned red.  

Jimin moved down and began to undo Jungkook's pants, but the boy was way too shy to let Jimin see him in the bright daylight. "Jimin, please close the curtains." 

"I have already seen everything. You will not feel shy around me." 

Jungkook gulped and closed his eyes as his pants were pulled down and cold air brushed against his skin. He lifted his waist up for Jimin to lower the underwear he was wearing and he moaned suddenly when Jimin wasted no time and swiftly inserted his length into his own hot mouth. 

"Mhmm..." A low humming moan of the younger assured Jimin that he loved it. Jimin fisted the base of the cock with his hands gently and bobbed his head over the length. 

As his speed increased, Jungkook's moans became louder and he did not try to prevent them and enjoyed this fully. This was the first for him to receive head.

Jimin hummed while he enjoyed pleasuring his little boyfriend which sent pulsating waves of sweet love to Jungkook's entire body.

"Haah... Ah, Jimin..." Jungkook's lips moaned and called his lover's name loudly. His body reacted to each stroke. Jimin tightly closed his hot mouth around the shaft while his tongue tickled the throbbing member. It felt like melting honey, softly caressing Jungkook's length and leaving it wet, wanting for more. 

"Ah~ Mhmhm..." Jungkook moaned again and his hand desperately reached down to hold Jimin's head. The older male caressed Jungkook's thigh and kneaded his young muscles softly which made Jungkook jerk his body up.

The man held Jungkook down and increased his speed while the teen guided the older's head in a certain direction and pace. Jimin knew that he was close and he wanted to not hold anymore, he followed the younger's directions. 

"Jimin, I am close," Jungkook's eyes shot open as his abdominal muscles clenched sweetly with desire. With a sudden growl, he let go and shot his hot semen inside Jimin's mouth. "NGGHhh. JiMin..."

Jungkook was breathless now as Jimin engulfed the cum from the shuddering Jungkook and licked the shaft all the way up before licking his lips with a mischievous smile.

Jungkook's chest was rising and falling when Jimin hovered on top of him with his palms fixed on the mattress. He slowly leaned in and pecked Jungkook's lips. 

"Liked it?" He asked affectionately and Jungkook pulled him down to hug him tight. 

"I am sorry..." He uttered. 

"Don't say that." Jimin flipped them so suddenly that Jungkook was now on top of him. The older caressed his back before his hands reached to softly massage his ass cheeks.

Jungkook hissed as Jimin kissed his nose. "I will put the gel on it. You will be fine before you know it." Jimin uttered softly but Jungkook was already falling sleepy. 

"Fluffy cheeks?" Jimin called again but Jungkook shook his head dully. Jimin started patting his back and the boy soon fell asleep. The older smiled and slowly pulled his pants up before putting him under the covers on the mattress. 

**

Hoseok was in his living room chilling with his sprite when one of his men came to him with a phone. "Who is it?" 

"It's Russo." The man replied while covering the mic of the phone. 

Hoseok thought for a moment before taking the phone from his hand and giving the half-empty can of the sprite to the man.

"Cosimo, my man. How are you?"

"Hoseok, it's been so long. I have been trying to reach for a long time." Cosimo complained. 

"I apologize, please accept my apology. I have just been busy lately." 

"I hope you are not playing I spy behind my back. Remember, we have come together for a reason. I want to know if you are making a move." Cosimo threatened and Hoseok squinted his eyes as he got inside his room and closed the door behind. 

He walked slowly towards the window and looked outside. "What gave you the impression that I work behind your back, Russo?" Hoseok let out in a rasp while his expressionless face kept staring at nothing.

"Park Jimin's warehouse was set on fire. I know it would not burn itself miraculously. I have intel that he might be hiding the weapons there. I am still not sure, but you can imagine how Park has been collecting weapons for a long time now. If it is true, he is not going to spare the one responsible and I don't want to get caught in your crossfire if that was you."

"Cosimo Russo, my friend, if you have intel on what might have been inside the warehouse then you must know about Park Jimin's left hand. His security head, Andre. He is like a hawk, trailing my every move. I cannot risk getting caught like this while I am in Korea." Hoseok chuckled darkly.

"So, you are saying..." 

"Yes, there has been bustle in the city. This is like I have never seen it. It is like this man does not exist and appears out of nowhere to attack and then disappears into the air like a puff of smoke. This is where I have been busy. I still cannot track any movement and pattern, but I think I have found the core." Hoseok chuckled again.

"What are you talking about? You know what you are saying is impossible. Right? Park Jimin's network is impenetrable and you are saying that a rookie was able to breach it when we could not? Mind I remind you, we have been trying for years." Cosimo debated.

"You overestimate Park Jimin... He also has weaknesses. After all, he is also a human." Hoseok turned around and trudged to his bed. 

Cosimo snorted. "Not this one. He is a dead man walking. He has nothing to lose. Do you think he cares about his power and money? He owns the police force and the city, with or without his money which is in public's eyes, the tip of an iceberg, my man."

"I don't care about Park Jimin's money at all, Cosimo. I need my revenge and you need money. Trust me on this. I think I have found Jimin's weakness and I also believe Kim Leena might have the answers we are looking for. I have her followed and I have found out a few interesting things. Let the right time come and then I will strike."

"Whatever Hoseok, I cannot risk getting my name highlighted. If your hunch is wrong, you are on your own. I don't want to be in bad books of Park Jimin." Cosimo Russo replied and Hoseok cracked a smirk.

"I will prove it. Just wait and watch my friend. Have a little patience with me." Replied Hoseok before disconnecting the call. 

**

Jungkook's eyes slowly opened and fell on Jimin who was silently looking at him. Jungkook smiled and Jimin's hand moved up to the cheeks he found adorable. "Had a good nap?" 

Jungkook nodded. 

"Ready to go home?" Jimin asked then and Jungkook sighed before sitting up straight. Jimin sat up as well and waited for Jungkook to answer. 

The younger turned around and nodded.

"Get up then," Jimin got off the bed and began to collect Jungkook's clothes which he had custom ordered along with the chocolates he had bought.

"What are you doing? I cannot take this back home, my mom will see." Jungkook interjected. 

"Don't worry. As far as your mom is concerned, she had won a lottery and right now she is shopping with the lottery money. You can get inside without anyone noticing." Jimin replied and Jungkook just stared at him in confusion.

"What do you really do, Jimin? Are you into anything illegal?" Jungkook asked, feeling a bit scared.

"I told you I am a business man." Jimin tsked. 

**

They left in his yellow Lamborghini. Jimin did not want the boy to go back, but he also could not afford to make Jungkook feel that he was imprisoned. As much as he actually wanted to keep Jungkook, he needed to give him some time. Jimin wanted Jungkook to be in love with him so when the time came, the teen would gladly walk into his arms without Jimin having to use force. 

Jungkook remained silent during the drive while Jimin kept glancing at him from time to time. When they arrived at Jungkook's place, the boy felt a flicker of excitement to be back at home after days, but he already started missing Jimin.

They got off the car while Jimin carried all the bags for the younger and walked to the door. "Take care of yourself for me as you are mine now," said Jimin as he kept all the bags on the floor and softly kissed Jungkook's forehead before turning around and leaving.

[30 May, 2021]

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Jungkook was rushing past the taxis in the sparse neighborhood to get to work. Jimin's memories were making him blush that he did not realize a car following him and four men got out of it as it slowed down, but suddenly Jungkook's phone rang. He picked the video call from Jimin that made the men halt.

"Hey, Sugar! How did you sleep last night?" Jimin asked from his office and Jungkook keened his eyes.

"Where are you?" The boy asked.

"Do not ignore my word, honey. Answer me." Jimin spoke flirtatiously.

"I could not have slept better. I had the best sleep of my life."

"And here I was missing someone in my arms," Jimin sighed in disbelief and rolled his hair up. "This is my office. Your biometric is ready so you will not have any obstacles next time to access any room in the house. I am waiting to welcome you back."

"It's cute that you think there will be next time. I was imprisoned in your high-end mansion. I am never coming back."

"And it's cute how your tongue just sets off like a canon when I am not in front of you. I don't like to be challenged, darling. If you dare me, you will stay only and only at my place. But again, I don't want to force you into anything. You will want to do that yourself." Jimin quipped with utter confidence and Jungkook scoffed.

"I am almost at the store. Don't disturb me now. The witch is going to kill me today." Jungkook said and disconnected the call.

He stepped into a ghost town. Insu was playing a game on his phone, and the voice of GTA theme was coming out of it. The lights were off and the place was stinking of pizza.

"Oh, hey! You are back." Insu waved at Jungkook but did not stop playing on his mobile.

"Where is she?" Jungkook asked, putting his backpack on the ground and then recollected what Insu told him about the note his owner sent. "Did she not return yet? Did you contact her?"

Insu furrowed his brows at Jungkook and paused his game. "I did not. Why do you want to call her? Is not it better this way?" He asked.

Jungkook only shrugged. "I guess, but she never disappeared like this before. Not even when her only daughter came to visit her from the city. This seems a bit strange," Jungkook walked to the counter and propped his hands onto it. "But... Let's partyyyyy!" He squealed and Insu joined in to yell in high pitched voice.

By the next hours, they made a complete mess out of the place as they ordered more pizza with waffles, ate, danced, and got tired. Both the boys sat down on the ground with their full tummies after overeating and could not move anymore. They kept giggling after consuming high amounts of sugar, but their buzz was killed when Insu heard a gunshot.

"Jungkook!" He looked at the boy with mouth hung low and wide eyes. "That was a gunshot and it seemed to be near the place."

Jungkook's body began to palpitate and he gulped visibility. From the angle he was sitting in, he could see four men in black coveralls and masks coming towards the shop. His body froze and he could not even intimate Insu to look back. The men came closer and closer but thankfully Insu detected the horror in Jungkook's eyes so he looked back in time.

He immediately pulled Jungkook and dragged him along to the basement. By then, they heard the things being thrown haphazardly on the upper floor as they ran to hide into a trial room. "Where is your phone?" Insu asked and Jungkook dug his hands inside the pocket to check but the phone was left behind.

"Where is yours?" Jungkook panicked and began to tear up when Insu shook his head. He now knew it was the last day of his life and he heard his heartbeat into his ears.

They heard a dark and sinister chuckle outside and then one man called them in a creepy tone. "Come on kid, get out now. I don't want to play hide and seek."

Jungkook started shaking and Insu had to hold him tight while he himself was not in a good condition. "I am going to count to 10 and if you don't come out, I am going to burn down this place. If you come out, I will bring you a nice treat. What do you want?" The man asked and the other three men laughed audibly.

By each passing second, the man's patience was running thin. He banged the metal cover of a pistol on the door. "I asked you something, didn't I? What do you choose?"

The men could hear the panicked steps of the boys. They laughed one more time and that's when someone grunted in pain and it seemed like the body fell with a thud on the ground, Jungkook and Insu heard the footsteps scattered here and there right after. They looked at each other in confusion. 

"Do you think they have gone?" Jungkook asked Insu and the boy shook his head.

Jungkook reached out for the doorknob to turn it, but Insu pulled him back. "Don't," he said with a quizzical look on his face. "You don't know that they are gone." 

"I heard footsteps going up," Jungkook argued but Insu remained dicey about his decision. "We cannot stay here forever. Let me go and lock the stair door from inside, I will try to reach the store phone to call someone." 

Insu held Jungkook's hand. "You are not going anywhere, I will go. You wait here." He pulled Jungkook back and before the younger could protest, Insu pushed him back to the wall and closed the trial room behind him after getting out.

"INSU!" Jungkook banged the door and heard the boy yelling outside. "What is it?"

"There is blood on the floor, this man... This man is dead." Insu replied with fear in his voice.

"Open the door. I think they are gone." Jungkook protested. 

"Let me go check upstairs. Lock the door from inside." 

Jungkook heard Insu's footsteps faint as he ran upwards and he then heard a screech from the boy's mouth. 

"INSU! Open the damn door." Jungkook yelled again but Insu was nonresponsive. "INS-" Jungkook's words suddenly stopped when he heard his phone's ringtone coming closer and closer. 

In the next jiffy, Insu opened the door and glared at Jungkook. "Why did not you close it from inside?" He had Jungkook's phone in his hand. The young boy did not answer and only snatched the phone from Insu's hand to answer Jimin.

"I HAVE BEEN CALLING FOR HOURS!" Jimin yelled on the phone and then his eyes and voice suddenly softened when he heard Jungkook crying. "Sugar, are you okay? Why are you crying?"

"Ji-min... Jimin... They tried to kiss us. They are here." Jungkook cried more and Insu wrapped his arm around his shaking body to calm him.

"Who tried to kiss you?" Jimin did not get any answer. He only heard the boy cry harder. "I am almost there baby, hold on. Where are you right now?" 

"In trial r-room." 

"Stay there. I am here, okay. No one will touch you. I am here." Jimin replied and the call disconnected. In the next moment, Jungkook heard heavy footsteps and Jimin's voice calling his name.

He opened the door to see Jimin along with many armed men which Jungkook did not observe as he just needed to feel the warmth of his protector's arms. He ran and slammed into Jimin's chest.

"Bun-bun... Shhh, I am here. I am here..." Jimin protectively wrapped his arms around the shaking boy and picked him up instantly. 

Jimin carried Jungkook and walked right back up while the squirming boy glanced at the three dead bodies on the top floor. His stomach clenched at the disgusting sight and metallic smell of blood. It threatened him to throw his guts out. 

"Jimin," Namjoon called the boss, but he understood that Jungkook needed to be taken care of. 

"Bring that kid home and don't leave anything behind. I need everything." He pointed at the dead bodies and Namjoon nodded. 

Jimin walked out of the store and put Jungkook down. The boy crouched to the floor and finally puked on the grass. Jimin remained there to soothe his back while he ordered one of his men to bring a water bottle for him. 

"Easy... That's it. You are fine..." Jimin handed the opened bottle to the boy who took it to clean himself and hugged Jimin right after. The mafia boss wrapped his arms around the boy and stared blankly at his car.

"I was so scared. I thought I would die. I don't know why they came for me? I don't even know what they wanted from me." He was completely unaware of the fact that everything that was happening was a result of his relationship with Jimin.

"Did anyone of them say anything to you?" Jimin asked with his still emotionless stare at nothing and Jungkook remembered. 

He nodded. "They said that I had to go with them and that I will get a treat if I adhere to their request, or they would burn me alive." 

Jimin held Jungkook's hand and walked him to his own car. The driver instantly burned the ignition and just as Jimin got in with Jungkook, they sped away from the site. 

Jimin wrapped an AC blanket around Jungkook and let him lean on himself while the younger clung onto his suit collar. Jimin kept his glance at the boy but he did not speak. As they drove for a few minutes, Jungkook broke the silence. "Can we go and check up on my boss?" 

"Bun, I will have Namjoon check up on her later. Don't worry about anything. You are safe now. I will protect you, always. I will protect you at any cost." Jimin whispered and the boy only looked away while leaning his head on Jimin's arm.

"You are coming home with me, okay?" 

"No, I want to go to my home," Jungkook argued and Jimin caressed his face.

"Why don't you want to stay with me? I will keep you safe."

"I don't know, I want to be alone, please drop me at home," Jungkook replied slowly.

It clenched Jimin's heart that Jungkook did not want to stay with him after he was attacked and he sought safety at his own home. He tried to spoil the boy with immense shopping and provide him the luxury. If this was any other person, they would gladly be Jimin's bedwarmer, but Jimin knew that Jungkook couldn't be tamed with money. He needed to take a different approach if he wanted to keep the kind and compassionate Jungkook with him forever. Either way, Jimin was not going to leave him unattended. He pulled out his phone and texted Namjoon before putting it back into his pocket.

They reached Jungkook's place and Jimin brought him towards the door. Normally, Jungkook would be afraid to be seen with Jimin and he would always ask the man to leave before his mother answered the door but today, he did not care. He did not look like himself as he stared blankly at everything.

Jungkook's stepmother opened the door and just as she saw Jungkook, and that too with someone else, she started yelling. "WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LATE? ALWAYS DISTURBING MY SLEEP, AND WHO IS THIS?"

Jimin raised his brow as he glared at her first and then felt Jungkook prying his hand away from him to get inside. "Jungkook?" He called the boy, but Jungkook did not look back and just walked past the two of them. 

Jimin and the stepmother looked at him go into his room and then close the door. The lady now stared at Jimin. "What? Do you want to stay for dinner?" She rebuked.

Jimin smirked and chuckled airily as he looked down before he snorted deeply and looked up. Without warning, he kicked the door forcefully which caused the woman to fly back to fall to the ground with her ass first. 

Jimin slowly trudged towards her and she began to crawl back in fear while colliding with the table. "If you talk to him in the same tone again, next time it will not be the door," Jimin flicked his finger on her forehead. "Remember it." He whispered lastly.

At that, Jungkook's father wheeled himself into the living room. Judging by the sheer panic on his face, Jimin assumed that he heard the voice. He slowly stood up and adjusted his blazer by the collar and walked towards the old paralyzed man who was attempting to say something, but only gruntled voices came out of his mouth. 

Jimin crouched down in front of him and held his hands softly. He noticed how shaky they were and bowed his head first. "I am Jungkook's friend, Mr. Jeon. My name is Park Jimin. It is nice to meet you. Hope you get a good sleep tonight and do not worry about anything from now on. I will be watching over you and... Jungkook." Jimin uttered in assurance which might or might not have been a warning. He then stood upright and walked back, glancing at his little lover's room door one last time before getting out of the house.

[10 Jun, 2021]

Chapter Text

Jimin got into his car after getting out of the old man's house and called Jungkook. The boy took some time to pick it up and his morning voice made Jimin want to be with him instantly."Good morning to my honey bee."

"Jimin?" The boy opened his eyes and stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds.

"What are you doing today?"

"I want to stay in bed," Jungkook replied tiredly and the events from yesterday started flashing his mind. It made him not want to ever get out of his bed.

"Then it would not matter if it's my bed. I will come to pick you up in an hour. Get ready, okay? And you will stay with me for the weekend." Jimin declared and Jungkook did not say anything and just stared at nothing.

He did not want to do anything, even meeting Jimin did not sound like a good idea to him. "Okay," he replied briefly and disconnected the call.

Jimin went straight home and found Namjoon in the home office. "Black Falcon, my friend. How are you?" Jimin smiled as he spotted the man sitting on the chair in front of the blue screen.

Namjoon shook his head with a dimpled smile. They never called each other these names when they were alone. "I am...Well." He got up from his chair.

"Perhaps, I treated you harshly. I assume you know that was not my intention," Jimin raised his brows and Namjoon walked closer. He stood three inches apart and folded his hands. "You know what you have to do now." Jimin patted the taller male's shoulder and he nodded again, this time, face drawn into concern.

"Andre has already set up a squad outside Jungkook's house. They have inhabited there, but I think you also need them. Why don't we call in Taemin's team?"

"No... Taemin and his men need to stay put. I don't want any movement there. About me, I have you and Andre. I don't think I need more than that and Jungkook is most important to me right now. Just make sure that he should not know about it. He is just too young as of now, but he will understand, gradually." Jimin stated.

Namjoon handed him a Pendrive. "I hope all will be well." He added and left the room while Jimin stared at the small device.

He walked over to the blue screen and connected the drive to USB. He watched everything carefully and closed it. Before he began to do much, he had other priorities right now and on top of everything, he had to go and see Jungkook, make sure he was okay.

Jimin locked his office with a password and walked to his room to change into something less intimidating and more welcoming for his Jungkook. He took his time and chose an all-white outfit with black shoes. He understood how colors made difference to people's moods and especially to Jungkook.

With his ombre golden sunglasses, he walked right out and saw Andre talking to someone over the phone. The man saluted Jimin as he looked at him walking out of the house after coming home only a few minutes ago. Jimin waved at him and left. Today, he chose a rooftop audi to bring to Jungkook.

**

Jungkook slowly got up, unaware that Jimin had a little chat with his parents last night and scared them off, especially his mother. He felt numb albeit his body ached. In the shower, the water did not feel cold or hot to him. He finished showering slowly and walked out of the bathroom in a towel.

He looked at the bags of clothes that Jimin had bought him along with chocolate bags in the corner of his room. Slowly, his legs walked him towards those bags and he picked out an outfit. He looked at it blankly and realized how expensive it looked. "Should I wear it?" He asked himself and started putting it on. As he was still wearing his pants, his door was knocked. Jungkook looked back and quickly zipped his pants before getting the door.

His mother stared at him up and down and it brought Jungkook back to reality, the noises filled his ears again. "Your father and I need to talk to you. Come out." She told the boy bitterly and walked away.

Jungkook felt scared. All the numbness had gone away. As he walked out, his eyes fell on Jimin and they immediately went wide. The boy's breath hitched and he looked between his parents and his lover. His father indicated to sit beside his wheelchair on the couch. Jungkook slowly did and waited for his father to scold him or even ask him many things, but he did not say anything that Jungkook expected.

"Do you like him?" He heard his father's gruntled voice ask. As Jungkook was the only one in the room who could understand what his father said, his eyes started brimming and he nodded before looking at Jimin.

"Are you sure?" His father reconfirmed.

"I am..." He said slowly, looking at the floor.

"I am happy for you." His father's lips twitched, meaning he was smiling. Jungkook could not believe it. He looked up in bewilderment and immediately hugged his father and cried. Mr. Jeon was helpless, he could not move many muscles in his body, but he slowly raised his shivering hand and kept on Jungkook's head.

"It's okay. I could not give you the best life. I hope he makes you happy," Mr. Jeon whispered in Jungkook's ears. "If your mother asks, I am against it." He added, making Jungkook chuckle.

He sat up straight and looked at Jimin who was saying nothing, but Jungkook could tell he was dying to hug him and make him stop crying by the looks. He looked at his mother. "We don't support whatever this is." She pointed between him and Jimin but did everything to not look straight at the mafia boss.

Jungkook stood up and sighed. He had always lived his life in fear and now that he had his father's blessings and Jimin's love and support, he did not need to be afraid.

"I am sorry, mother. I don't like your opinion." He said slowly and the woman was shocked. The boy never spoke back to her but he was doing it now.

"What did you say?" She raised her voice a little and that's when Jimin stood from his place. The lady suddenly flinched back as Jimin walked slowly towards Jungkook and held his hand.

"We will be off then." He addressed Mr. Jeon who blinked and the lady looked at the three men, feeling outnumbered.

"I will quickly wear my shoes," Jungkook told Jimin and the man smiled softly at him.

"Show me your room?" Jimin asked and Jungkook nodded before looking back at his father who smiled at him again. He slowly left the living room and walked back into his bedroom.

Jimin looked at the teenager's room and it was quite typical, as he imagined. The posters, the bats, rackets and balls, the computer desk and his study table, everything was boyish and it made Jimin smile. He knew Jungkook was younger and acknowledged it, but now he realized that Jungkook was not more than a kid for his father at his home. 

"Do you want to sit?" Jungkook asked, breaking Jimin's thoughts and the older pulled the boy closer.

"Do you really like me, Jungkook?" He asked and the boy looked at him with utter shock.

"Did you... Did you understand what my father said?" He asked and Jimin nodded gently at the boy. It made the boy so overwhelmed that he teared up again and Jimin held him close immediately.

"Hush now... I can assume you had a tough life, bun. I promise that you are not alone now. I will always be here, with you." Jimin whispered sweet nothings into his ears and Jungkook could not believe how he was seeing this day. Was God really so gracious to him? This muddled his heart and brought a new found happiness to him.

With the same enthusiasm, he kissed the older. Jimin was caught off guard, but his heart went away for the sweet and meaningful kiss. Jimin held Jungkook in place gently and kissed him back, showing him what he felt for the boy.

**

Uri was scared and crying her eyes off behind the blindfold. Her mouth was taped shut and she heard footsteps approaching her. She could not decide if she should stop or cry harder and beg for mercy. As she felt a hand removing the duct tape from her mouth, she stopped moving but her crying did not help as her body shook on its own.

"Please... Please, what do you want? Let me go. I can get you money if you want? Please..." She begged and then felt a hand on her eyes, removing the blindfold. As the light fell on her eyes, she squinted. She did not know where she was or for how long was she blacked out? She did not know if Eva was still looking for her or if her parents were worried for her?

Her head felt heavy and it hurt a lot. She adjusted to the light and took in her surroundings. She was tied to a chair in the middle of the room and there was everything in there, starting from a bed to a television. She slowly looked up to see a good looking man in front of her.

"What do you want? Please don't hurt me." She sobbed again and the man's hand wiped her tears with the tissue. He then untied her hands right after.

"Rest. Boss will talk to you shortly." He gestured towards the bed and the girl did not understand what was going on. The man freed her and left the room. She stood up and ran to the door to check if the man was really gone. She walked inside and looked for a phone or a mobile. The room had everything but that. She screamed but her voice only echoed and she understood that room was soundproof.

Uri saw a wardrobe filled with clothes for her and food kept on the table. She ran to the window and saw nothing, it was as if the windows were blocked from the outside. She only saw black fog. Helplessly, she fell on the floor and sobbed some more.

**

Jungkook was smiling as he sat across the table and Jimin was telling him jokes. The mafia boss successfully cheered up his little lover. They were sitting in a restaurant where Jimin was also eating with Jungkook, unlike last time when he did not eat anything.

The man did not think of anything, not his business loss, not the looming danger, or not about the cynical thoughts about his men. He was wholeheartedly present with Jungkook at this moment.

"Who are you and what have you done with Jungkook?" Jimin poked the boy's cheek who could not stop rolling on the couch with his heavenly high-pitched giggles. Jimin did not want this to stop anytime soon.

"Come on! Can't I cook for you without ulterior motives?" Jungkook alluded and laughed some more.

"Did you cook for your dad? Am I also grabbing a special place in your list now?" Jimin teased.

"Don't get your knickers too much in a twist. I told you I would cook for you only because you gave me these," Jungkook pointed at his clothes. "And a lot more. I just want to say thank you." Jungkook quipped, but Jimin stopped laughing and just stared at the young boy with so much love in his eyes.

"What happened to you?" Jungkook suddenly started blushing at intense stare.

"Just falling more for you... I can do anything for you." Jimin replied silently and Jungkook's mind came up with an evil idea.

"Anything?"

"Anything..."

"Okay, give that waitress a 10 million dollar tip for the service." Jungkook chimed and Jimin chuckled.

"Is that what you want, Jeon Jungkook?"

"Yeah," Jungkook shrugged and cockily looked at Jimin. The man called one of his guards and asked for a checkbook. He noted the amount on the cheque and put it on the table.

"There, anything else you want this server to do for you?" Jimin asked and Jungkook only stifled a high-pitched laugh.

Soon, they left the restaurant and the waitress came to clean the table. She looked at the cheque and cursed Jimin. "Asshole, why do they pull jokes like this?" She mumbled and picked up the check to tuck it in her uniform pocket, believing it was obviously fake.

[26 Jun, 2021 ~ Please Vote]

Chapter Text

Somewhere in the city, there was a classroom surfacing with hoots and cheers of students as no teacher was inside it. Students were flinging things at each other and just running freely until the professor arrived.

The students halted abruptly and sat on their seats. "Mr. Min, I thought you have gone back home." A girl asked the professor who only smiled.

"You all would want that. Don't you?" Yoongi replied to her and the class chorused with disagreement.

"You are our favorite."

"We just want to study only in your class."

"All right, you sugar coaters. Now resume where we left off last week. I know I have been MIA these days but hopefully, I will be present now."

"Were you back home?" Another girl asked.

"I know you all are not in the mood to study today. But today's class is interesting. We will talk about self-defense against guns," Yoongi announced and the entire class paid attention almost instantly, intrigued by the topic. "I know you were trying to divert my mind." He pointed at his student who chuckled at last.

"How can we fight against guns?" A boy mumbled and Yoongi stared at him keenly.

"I am glad you asked."

**

Jimin took Jungkook back home and got into the room. Jungkook breathed slowly as he felt himself walking back into a familiar room. The place already gave comfort to him. Jimin was successful to divert Jungkook's attention from the horrid day he had, but it was not so easy. From time to time, he saw Jungkook zone out and he could not do anything to stop him from having his private thoughts.

"Do you like coming back here?" Jimin asked in a slow rasp as he back hugged him by the bed while his lips grazed Jungkook's ear and neck area.

Jungkook nodded and looked at the bed. A smile formed on his lips when he thought about the sting Jimin gave him the last time he was here. He was doing much better with respect to the pain in his ass.

"What do you want to do now?" Jimin turned Jungkook around and cupped his face.

"Can't we just... do nothing? I want to lay down for a little bit." Jimin caressed Jungkook's hair away and pecked his forehead.

"Lie down... I will go and arrange to set up your wardrobe." Jimin told the boy who anxiously stared at him to explain further but when the older did not speak, the teenager asked himself.

"Why do I need a wardrobe?"

Jimin sighed. "You will stay with me from now on."

Jungkook backed away. "No, I won't. I wanna live at my home." He said defensively.

Jimin lurked towards him but Jungkook only got farther away. "I am not going to stay with you. Why do you make me do things I don't want. Actually, scratch that. You cannot make me do things. I will do whatever I want."

"I am only trying to save you," Jimin growled with an undertone, not quite scary but Jungkook noticed the borderline aggressive.

"Why can't you just behave like a normal boyfriend?!" Jungkook yelled back a little.

"What do you know about being a boyfriend? You never had any and you don't know what relationships are about." Jimin shot back and stopped himself before he said anything more. 

Jungkook only glared at Jimin and held the bed's headrest. "We will talk." Jimin pointed at him and left the room.

Jungkook sat on the floor and pulled his knees together. He kept his head on his legs and pouted in frustration. His young mind was not able to accept the changes that were happening in his life.

He liked Jimin in his mind and he was the first man for whom he felt this affection and attraction, but being told what to do just raised so many red flags in his mind as his stepmother was no different. She always used the same tone with Jungkook and he was not willing to let anyone else do it to him.

As he sat sulking, he saw carpenters enter the room along with Andre. As the security head looked at the teenager in a corner, he bowed at him to greet him. "Good day! Mr. Jeon."

"I hate you." Jungkook replied while standing up and stormed towards the bathroom.

**

Hoseok was sitting in a teahouse far from the city, waiting for someone. He looked outside and then back at the table on his hands. His face was grim and it looked as if he was suffering through something that he wanted to share with someone.

His head moved up to see a man in his plaid shirt and trousers. "You made it, father." Hoseok scoffed and the man took a seat across the table.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Can't a father meet his son over tea? Do I need a reason for that?" He asked and the man did not say anything. "What would you like to have?" Hoseok slid the menu to him and the man called the waiter without looking at it.

"May I please have black coffee?"

"Definitely. Refill for you, sir?" the waiter asked Hoseok.

"Yes, please." Hoseok dismissed the boy after.

"No sweetness in your life, not in your coffee." Hoseok deflated and the man only kept his keened eyes at him.

"I would have wanted sugar if it was not fatal for me. I can't afford to have it when I have co-morbidity. How have you been doing and your... Business?"

"I am glad you care to ask about me. I am well, cannot complain. Business is booming and if your prayers stay with me, I will soon achieve what I want."

"I would always want you to achieve good things by taking a right path." The man chided and Hoseok shifted his mournful gaze to his hands again.

"When can I come home?" He asked.

"You know you can't come home." The man replied and Hoseok only smirked deviously.

"This is what you told my mother. Didn't you?" Hoseok grabbed a butter knife from the saucer in his hand and tightened its grip.

"Your mother lied about a lot of things, Hoseok. Don't think that everything she said is true." The intense moment was disrupted by the waiter who brought the coffee and green tea.

Hoseok put the butter knife down and leaned back on his chair, breathing deeply in and out while glaring at the man.

"I have to leave Seoul for some time for work and I wanted to see you before I left."

"I wondered you have not been in touch for a while. I am glad to know you are fine." The man assured.

"Father? Can I... Can I call you appa?" Hoseok asked and tilted his head to see his father's response. His feet tapped on the carpeted floor for the entirety of the act.

"You..." The man spoke but his throat was heavy. He cleared it before speaking further. "You can, I am your father. I never denied that."

"Just too embarrassed to accept me as a son." Hoseok remarked and saw the man blinking away the teary layer.

"Appa... I will come back soon." Hoseok told the man and called the waiter, getting up from the table. He paid the boy and left, leaving his father sitting with the coffee.

**

A man entered the room after knocking at it and Uri cowered in the corner of the room. She looked at the handsome man and pushed her body back on the wall. "Please let me go. My parents must be worried about me." The voice was hoarse as if she yelled for hours and her face was blank. No emotion or fear, just hopelessness.

"Are you scared of me?" The man asked her and Uri shifted her gaze at the floor.

"Are you the boss?" She asked the man who walked towards her. She noticed his black shiny shoes.

"People obey me. I call the shots here. If you call that a boss then I am." He replied and crouched against her.

Uri flinched and now tears started to pour from her eyes. "I don't want to stay here, please let me go."

The man raised his hand and the girl broke down completely but felt the hand on her head, gently brushing her hair away. "You do not have to fear me. Don't fear anything. You will live life to the fullest. If you want, an online school can also be arranged. You will have food of your choice, clothes of your choice if you obey me."

He retreated his hand and Uri looked up, shivering. "What do you want from me?"

"Just do as I say. Live your life with all luxury in your footsteps. Don't think about running away or talking to your family. That's all I want from you and in return, you will have everything. You will have this entire house to yourself. Do anything you want. Just, do not try to contact the outside world. Am I clear?" He asked and the girl nodded while tears continued to flow from her eyes.

"It will be worthless even if you try." The man turned to add lastly and left the girl.

**

Jimin walked into the room and found the carpenters setting up a new wardrobe. He looked at Andre and the man directed his eyes towards the bathroom. Jimin sighed and walked to the door, knocking gingerly.

It was not locked from inside but Jimin wanted to have his little fluff cake's permission when he knew that Jungkook was already flaring his nose in so much anger.

When no response was received, Jimin entered and found dripping wet Jungkook on the floor in front of the cabinet shining a halo on his black hair. Jimin blinked thrice before turning off the shower and walking towards the boy.

He crouched down and pulled Jungkook's chin to make him look up. "Can we go outside and talk like humans?" He asked and Jungkook swatted his small hand away.

"I don't want to talk to you or anyone here. They are all weird and so bulky and they also walk weirdly. No one here is normal. You have so many people working here as if you are some sort of mafia boss."

"Did not I tell you, Jungkook? I am a mafia boss."

"Then I don't want to talk to a criminal." Jungkook turned his body to the other side and stared at the glass cabin.

Jimin sighed for the nth time. "Jungkook, you are going to fall sick like this. Let me take care of you while I ask you nicely."

"I won't, and what will you do if I don't agree? Force me?"

Jimin did not give Jungkook another minute to spew his adorable hatred and got up while picking him up. Jungkook gasped majorly and Jimin placed him on the sink. His hands captured Jungkook's wrists and held them behind his back on the wall.

He pinned Jungkook against the wall with his lips that crashed roughly on thin ones while his other hand began to unbutton the younger's pants.

Jungkook kicked Jimin's shins with his feet at which the older smirked across his lips and bit them enough to cause him a little to moderate pain. Jungkook hissed and stopped his attack momentarily which was enough for Jimin to grab the chance to tangle his feet between his own legs.

As the rough kiss proceeded, the younger got turned on little by little. His body went weak and the wrists that were struggling to break free, now complied with what older wanted.

Jungkook closed his eyes and kissed Jimin back. The moment Jimin felt Jungkook kissing him back, he left the boy's wrists and untangled his legs. Jungkook pulled Jimin closer desperately and hopped against his torso so the older had to hold him by his hips, without breaking the kiss.

"Jimin..." Jungkook whimpered as he pulled his lips apart.

"Baby?" Jimin replied, being mesmerized by his beautiful features while holding him close.

[1 Jul, 2021]

Chapter Text

Somewhere in the city, there was a classroom surfacing with hoots and cheers of students as no teacher was inside it. Students were flinging things at each other and just running freely until the professor arrived.

The students halted abruptly and sat on their seats. "Mr. Min, I thought you have gone back home." A girl asked the professor who only smiled.

"You all would want that. Don't you?" Yoongi replied to her and the class chorused with disagreement.

"You are our favorite."

"We just want to study only in your class."

"All right, you sugar coaters. Now resume where we left off last week. I know I have been MIA these days but hopefully, I will be present now."

"Were you back home?" Another girl asked.

"I know you all are not in the mood to study today. But today's class is interesting. We will talk about self-defense against guns," Yoongi announced and the entire class paid attention almost instantly, intrigued by the topic. "I know you were trying to divert my mind." He pointed at his student who chuckled at last.

"How can we fight against guns?" A boy mumbled and Yoongi stared at him keenly.

"I am glad you asked."

**

Jimin took Jungkook back home and got into the room. Jungkook breathed slowly as he felt himself walking back into a familiar room. The place already gave comfort to him. Jimin was successful to divert Jungkook's attention from the horrid day he had but it was not so easy. Time to time, he saw Jungkook getting lost in thoughts and he could not do any thing to stop him from having his private thoughts.

"Do you like coming back here?" Jimin asked in a slow rasp as he back hugged him by the bed while his lips grazed Jungkook's ear and neck area.

Jungkook nodded and looked at the bed. A smile formed on his lips when he thought about the sting Jimin gave him the last time he was here. He was doing much better with respect to the pain in his ass.

"What do you want to do now?" Jimin turned Jungkook around and cupped his face.

"Can't we just... do nothing? I want to lay down for a little bit." Jimin caressed Jungkook's hair away and pecked his forehead.

"Lie down... I will go and arrange to set up your wardrobe." Jimin told the boy who anxiously stared at him to explain further but when the older did not speak, the teenager asked himself.

"Why do I need a wardrobe?"

Jimin sighed. "You will stay with me from now on."

Jungkook backed away. "No, I won't. I wanna live at my home." He said defensively.

Jimin lurked towards him but Jungkook only got farther away. "I am not going to stay with you. Why do you make me do things I don't want. Actually, scratch that. You cannot make me do things. I will do whatever I want."

"I am only trying to save you." Jimin growled with an undertone, not quite scary but Jungkook noticed the borderline aggressive.

"Why can't you just behave like a normal boyfriend?" Jungkook yelled back a little.

"What do you know about being a boyfriend? You never had any and you don't know what relationships are about." Jimin shot back and stopped himself before he said anything more. He did not want to hurt his little boyfriend.

Jungkook only glared at Jimin and held the bed's headrest. "We will talk." Jimin pointed at him and left the room.

Jungkook sat on the floor and pulled his knees together. He kept his head on his legs and pouted in frustration. His young mind was not able to accept the changes that were happening in his life.

He liked Jimin in his mind and he was the first man for whom he felt this affection and attraction, but being told what to do just raised so many red flags in his mind as his step mother was no different. She always used to same tone with Jungkook and he was not willing to let anyone else do it to him.

As he sat sulking, he saw carpenters enter the room along with Andre. As the security head looked at the teenager in a corner, he bowed at him to greet him. "Good day! Mr. Jeon."

"I hate you." Jungkook replied while standing up and stormed towards the bathroom.

**

Hoseok was sitting in a teahouse far from the city, waiting for someone. He looked outside and then back at the table on his hands. His face was grim and it looked as if he was suffering through something that he wanted to share it with someone.

His head moved up to see a man in his plaid shirt and trousers. "You made it, father." Hoseok scoffed and the man took a seat across the table.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Can't a father meet his son over tea? Do I need a reason for that?" He asked and the man did not say anything. "What would you like to have?" Hoseok slid the menu to him and the man called the waiter without looking at it.

"May I please have black coffee?"

"Definitely. Refill for you, sir?" the waiter asked Hoseok.

"Yes, please." Hoseok dismissed the boy after.

"No sweetness in your life, not in your coffee." Hoseok deflated and the man only kept his keened eyes at him.

"I would have wanted sugar if it was not fatal for me. I can't afford to have it when I have co-morbidity. How have you been doing and your... Business?"

"I am glad you care to ask about me. I am well, cannot complain. Business is booming and if your prayers stay with me, I will soon achieve what I want."

"I would always want you to achieve good things by taking a right path." The man chided and Hoseok shifted his mournful gaze to his hands again.

"When can I come home?" He asked.

"You know you can't come home." The man replied and Hoseok only smirked deviously.

"This is what you told my mother. Didn't you?" Hoseok grabbed a butter knife from the saucer in his hand and tightened its grip.

"Your mother lied about a lot of things, Hoseok. Don't think that everything she said is true." The intense moment was disrupted by the waiter who brought the coffee and green tea.

Hoseok put the butter knife down and leaned back on his chair, breathing deeply in and out while glaring at the man.

"I have to leave Seoul for sometime for work and I wanted to see you before I left."

"I wondered you have not been in touch for a while. I am glad to know you are fine." The man assured.

"Father? Can I... Can I call you appa?" Hoseok asked and tilted his head to see his father's response. His feet tapped on the carpeted floor for the entirety of the act.

"You..." The man spoke but his throat was heavy. He cleared it before speaking further. "You can, I am your father. I never denied that."

"Just too embarrassed to accept me as a son." Hoseok remarked and saw the man blinking away the teary layer.

"Appa... I will come back soon." Hoseok told the man and called the waiter, getting up from the table. He paid the boy and left, leaving his father sitting with the coffee.

**

A man entered the room after knocking at it and Uri cowered in the corner of the room. She looked at the handsome man and pushed her body back on the wall. "Please let me go. My parents must be worried about me." The voice was hoarse as if she yelled for hours and her face was blank. No emotion or fear, just hopelessness.

"Are you scared of me?" The man asked her and Uri shifted her gaze at the floor.

"Are you the boss?" She asked and the man walked towards her. She noticed his black shiny shoes.

"People obey me. I call the shots here. If you call that a boss then I am." He replied and crouched against her.

Uri flinched and now tears started to flow from her eyes. "I don't want to stay here, please let me go."

The man raised his hand and the girl broke down completely but felt the hand on her head, gently brushing her hair away. "You do not have to fear me. Don't fear anything. You will live life to the fullest. If you want online school can also be arranged. You will have food of your choice, clothes of your choice if you obey me."

He retreated his hand and Uri looked up, shivering. "What do you want from me?"

"Just do as I say. Live your life with all luxury in your footsteps. Don't think about running away or talking to your family. That's all I want from you and in return, you will have everything. You will have this entire house to yourself. Do anything you want. Just, do not try to contact the outside world. Am I clear?" He asked and the girl nodded while tears flew from her eyes.

"It will be worthless even if you try." The man turned to add lastly and left the girl.

**

Jimin walked into the room and found the carpenters setting up a new wardrobe. He looked at Andre and the man directed his eyes towards the bathroom. Jimin sighed and walked to the door, knocking gingerly.

It was not locked from inside but Jimin wanted to have his little fluff cake's permission when he knew that Jungkook was already flaring his nose in so much anger.

When no response was received, Jimin entered and found dripping wet Jungkook on the floor in front of the cabinet shining a halo on his black hair. Jimin blinked thrice before turning off the shower and walked towards the boy.

He crouched down and pulled Jungkook's chin to make him look up. "Can we go outside and talk like humans?" He asked and Jungkook swatted his small hand away.

"I don't want to talk to you or anyone here. They are all weird and so bulky and they also walk weirdly. No one here is normal. You have so many people working here as if you are some sort of mafia boss."

"Did not I tell you, Jungkook? I am a mafia boss."

"Then I don't want to talk to a criminal." Jungkook turned his body to the other side and stared at the glass cabin.

Jimin sighed for the nth time. "Jungkook, you are going to fall sick like this. Let me take care of you while I ask you nicely."

"I won't, and what will you do if I don't agree? Force me?"

Jimin did not give Jungkook another minute to spew his adorable hatred and got up while picking him. Jungkook gasped majorly and Jimin placed him on the sink. His hands captured Jungkook's wrists and held them behind his back on the wall.

He pinned Jungkook against the wall with his lips that crashed roughly on thin ones while his other hand began to unbutton the younger's pants.

Jungkook kicked Jimin's shins with his feet at which the older smirked across his lips and bit them enough to cause him a little to moderate pain. Jungkook hissed and stopped his attack momentarily which was enough for Jimin to grab the chance to tangle his feet between his own legs.

As the rough kiss proceeded, the younger got turned on little by little. His body went weak and the wrists that were struggling to break free, now complied with what older wanted.

Jungkook closed his eyes and kissed Jimin back. The moment Jimin felt Jungkook kissing him back, he left the boy's wrists and untangled his legs. Jungkook pulled Jimin closer desperately and hopped against his torso so the older had to hold him by his hips, without breaking the kiss.

"Jimin..." Jungkook whimpered as he pulled his lips apart.

"Baby?" Jimin replied, being mesmerized by his beautiful features while holding him close.

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"I- " Jungkook did not know what to say in the haze of lust and desire.

"Hmm?" Jimin pulled away from kissing or touching Jungkook who had his eyes closed and smiled at him.

When Jungkook realized he was not being touched, he squirmed and opened his eyes to see Jimin standing in front of him.

"Jimin..." He lurked ahead and snaked his arms around Jimin's neck. He put his face there gently and this little action made Jimin growl.

"I know," Jimin kissed his cheek and rubbed his back slowly. "Will you allow me a minute?"

Jungkook pulled away and nodded quickly while his eyes remained noted on Jimin's chest. The mafia boss went outside and found Andre still directing the men in their work. "Andre, I need a breather."

The security head looked at the wet clothes and slightly wet hair of his boss before nodding. He understood and quickly let himself out along with the workers. Andre was sure to lock the door, but it was not like anyone would just barge in any way without the owner's permission.

Jimin went to the bathroom as he picked Jungkook from his armpits and let him cling to his frontal body as he walked outside. Jungkook was desperate. The older lowered him on the bed and Jungkook took off the expensive clothes that Jimin had bought for him. He has been soaking wet.

Seeing that Jimin was staring at him for a while, Jungkook wrapped his right hand around his shriveled cock, and within seconds he was enlarged to the fullest and hard as a stick.

For a moment, Jimin stared at Jungkook's penis. The boy turned around to get some tissue when he felt even more wetness around his cock. He had turned around to see Jimin's face between his thighs and his mouth engulfed on his cock, it suddenly twitched as Jimin stroked lightly, his plump and pink lips looked like they wanted to stay wrapped around the swollen member.

"Unhh.." Jungkook moaned crazily in desperation.

As Jimin pulled back, he bit the foreskin and stretched it with his lips. He then stopped and stared at Jungkook. "Did you like that?"

"Do it again, and don't stop until I tell you to," Jungkook asked Jimin and the man cracked a smirk. He wanted Jungkook to talk through it, tell him if he liked anything or not, how he wanted it or what he wanted to do more. He took his baby's virginity and he knew Jungkook's sexual experience was in total one time. "Ahh Jimin..."

Jimin had only then started to suck him again like a pro. "Mhmm..." The shaky moans were leveraging Jimin's fire. He bobbed his head up and down and then started to jerk the cock into his mouth.

Jimin's mouth wrapped on Jungkook's cock was lukewarm that gave much-needed satisfaction to the younger. He kept moaning in ecstasy as Jimin continuously bobbed back and forth on his manhood.

"No... STOP IT! Stop." Jungkook shouted at one point but to no avail as Jimin sucked even faster. Jungkook's abdominal muscles clenched hard and he felt a huge sensation come over him as he blew his load in the hot cavern.

Jungkook screamed with sweet pleasure. The boy did not know how to express it and he became embarrassed right after. He bit his lips in concentration and looked at Jimin. "Why did not you stop?"

"You don't remember the last time at all, do you? Jimin licked his lips with the provocative smile that had Jungkook's stomach left in a knot. "I like sucking your dick... And you love sucking mine."

Jungkook's eyes widened at the statement. "We can do more if you want," Jimin perked his brow at him and hovered down, staying inches apart, and slowly raised his hand to caress the cold skin on Jungkook's face. "Do you want to, baby? Hm?"

"Let's do more..." Jungkook said slowly, hiding his shyness, but he failed miserably at that. Jimin was not the one to delay. He quickly stood up and took off all his clothing while Jungkook stared in amazement at his built. The body was carved into art.

Jimin then walked around in his room, naked. Jungkook's head cocked at him and traced his footsteps. The older opened his wardrobe and pulled out a bottle and a fresh box of tissue. Jungkook gulped thinking about the sting he felt last time.

**

Hoseok was at the airport as he waited for the private jet to be ready to fly away from Seoul. He was wearing a teal suit over the white and teal striped dress shirt. Black sunglasses were adding to his charisma as he carried a modern duffel bag in his right hand and a laptop pouch in his left.

He kept peering at his wristwatch and looking at the terminal gate as if he was in hurry. His anxiety was showing by his feet vigorously and constantly tapping on the floor.

Suddenly, he received a text on his phone and he pulled his glasses on his head to read. It was from Cosimo Russo, as he expected, and it brought a smile to his face.

There were coordinates of a place. Hoseok widened the location on the satellite view.

**

"Lift your legs up, baby." Jimin was sitting between Jungkook's thighs. The boy exactly did what he was asked to. Jimin poured the slimy and transparent liquid over Jungkook's hole and he hissed at the coldness. The room's curtains were open and sunlight was shining upon the boy's naked and smooth body.

Jungkook's legs were rested on Jimin's shoulders as he lubed him so good. Jimin poured the gel on his own cock and moved towards the butthole while holding his member in hand.

"It won't hurt as much as last time," Jimin told the boy who was in a vulnerable position. "Deep breaths and relax for me." Jungkook was intimidated by this aura and as Jimin began to slowly penetrate him, his heart threatened to jump out of his chest. He could feel the coldness spread inside as the cock mulled with lubricant entered him inch by inch.

"Ooooh!" He took a shaky breath in and felt like Jimin was ripping his ass apart. As soon as Jimin halfway entered him, he leaned all the way in and tucked his left hand under Jungkook's head.

The boy looked up with teary eyes, he still felt the pain. "I - I like you so much, Jungkook. I am going to take care of you, my love." The honeyed words in even honeyed voice made Jungkook emotional. His lips pouted and Jimin knew if he did not kiss them, the boy would end up crying in his arms.

Jimin slowly kissed Jungkook's lips and simultaneously started to fuck his tight ass slowly. Jungkook almost jumped but he was trapped between Jimin and had nowhere to go except embrace the man on top. The boy kissed back, matching the intensity that the dominant was showing. The kiss was gentle and so full of love.

Within seconds, Jimin started to increase his thrusts speed. He broke the kiss and stared into Jungkook's eyes and saw nothing but pleasure and pain. As the thrusts increased, both in speed and pressure, Jimin's sweat trickled onto his chest and stomach. The left hand that Jimin left under Jungkook remained there as he leaned in again and started to kiss the boy on his face and neck.

"It's gonna be okay, honey. Pain will be over in a few minutes." Jimin kissed Jungkook's cheek as he whispered the words into his ear. His words were calming and soft while the fast pace and intensive ass-fucking was not.

The pain now seemed to be worth and it was not over anytime soon and neither was their session. Jungkook moaned louder when his prostate was crushed and he let out soft noises when the pleasure penetrated deep within. The pain seemed like a part of love-making as Jungkook thought and kept moaning.

"Do you like this, baby?" Jimin brushed Jungkook's hair away that was sticking to his forehead with sweat and kissed his forehead. Jungkook was feeling weak on the touches and he wanted to be able to express it. He was moaning and knew that Jimin was getting the necessary validation from them that he was enjoying it, but he wanted to do more.

Jungkook suddenly cupped Jimin's face and the older male was a little surprised because his little boyfriend lacked when it came to showing emotions other than sarcasm. Nonetheless, they looked at each other in the eyes. The piercing gaze that Jimin carried all the time was soft when it came to the younger, and there was nothing more innocent than Jungkook's beautiful round eyes.

"Jimin... I - I love you." Jungkook confessed and it cleared the roadblock for the older as he felt surging emotions running wildly inside his body and felt a trickle down his spine.

"Oh baby, I love you too. I love you so much more." Jimin grabbed those pink thin lips with his own and kissed his boyfriend. Their eyes closed and Jimin deepened it, exploring the little one's mouth, fumbling with his tongue and sucking it.

How Jimin wanted to say those words to Jungkook but he was not sure if the words would be too much for him. His love was not only limited to that. Jimin has grown obsessed with the boy to point of no return. Hot voices of moans, groans, and skin slapping against itself filled the room. Jungkook's little hole was abused for way too long.

At one point, Jimin felt the younger's breath getting heavy and he arched his back a little. "Cum for me, baby cake." Jimin triggered the orgasm.

Shortly after that moment, Jungkook cummed and felt it in his whole body. His body shuddered and toes curled while his lips spoke Jimin's name. "AH- Jimin. Aaah~ AHH.

The sound coming from Jungkook threw Jimin out of his sanity as he spurted his semen deep into him.

"Jungkook... Ngggh." Jimin cummed inside the boy's tight ass. The younger could feel the pulsating ripples inside him. His clenching hole rode out Jimin's entire semen. The intense orgasm for both of them was too much to not scream each other's name.

Jimin caressed Jungkook's cheeks as he got down from the top of him and laid onto the bed. Now, he realized that there was a huge wet spot lying under his Jungkook on bedsheets. His body was dried but the bed was wet. He could not let him stay there.

Jimin pulled the boy on top of him and kissed his slightly wet hair. He felt hot liquid oozing out of Jungkook's behind and falling on his own torso and smiled.

"Do you like it when I release into you?" Jungkook hummed. "Tell me if you don't like it, I will wear a condom next time." Jimin chuckled and Jungkook looked up at him.

"Then you should wear it." He spoke with his pouty lips and Jimin guffawed.

"I will. Now, let me clean you up. Do you want to shower together?"

"I want to sleep... And then go home." Jungkook told the man as he closed his eyes and did not see how Jimin felt uneasy at that.

"Jungkook, I love you so much that I don't want you to be away from me... Even if it is for a minute."

[8 Jul, 2021]

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Andre was getting the troop ready for Jimin to visit the Cremisi mountains. A very special and important person to Jimin lied in a hermitage middle of the forest. The property around this area was something that everyone had an eye on. Kim Leena also offered her company shares to Jimin in return for one of property around this area. The mountains were hidden from everyone's eye and Jimin did everything to make it stay that way. 

He got out of his room in fresh pair of clothes and was walking to the security room to meet Andre. His mind was not able to find the solution. Jimin could not take Jungkook with him in the middle of nowhere at the crack of midnight. It was not safe. If they had to, they would kill. But with Jungkook together, they would have to avoid that entirely. He also could not leave Jungkook behind at home all alone because he knew what happened last time. Even more so as Jungkook had now gotten access to the entire house. 

Jimin definitely knew that he made a bad decision in the flow of his emotions when he provided Jungkook equal access to the house as Namjoon, Andre, or himself. Prancing back in the living room, he could not decide on what to do. Sending Jungkook back home was not an option.

Meanwhile, Andre was over the call. 

"You have to meet me. I am holding in a lot and you are the only thing that is keeping me sane."

"Working with Jimin is always holding in a lot." Taemin laughed from the other line.

"I was thinking to tell Jimin."

"No," Taemin stopped him. "You know how he was always opposed to his men falling in love. You can't simply go to him and drop a bomb."

"Why not? He is the one who broke the rule himself first." Andre groaned. 

"You know Andy I love you, but we need to be with him at this time. He is already very stressed. The sooner we find out about whoever this fucker is, the better. I am pretty sure once things are normal, Jimin will hear us out. We just need to be a little more patient."

"I am patient for over a year."

"See, we are the ones who broke the rules and you were blaming Jimin. It was us who fell in love first, not him. And I really appreciate your patience," Tamein giggled. "I am pretty sure he will now understand our situation because he himself is in love." 

"So you are saying that I need to keep touching myself for God knows how long. I swear to my blue balls, I will be the one to take the first shot the moment we find that scamp."

Taemin giggled again. "Sure Mr. Hotshot. What else can you do better?"

"Make you cum and scream my name." Andre smiled. 

"Who is screaming your name?" Jimin spoke and Andre felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. Taemin also heard on the other line. "Nothing, I was just talking to my mother." Andre composed himself and turned slowly towards Jimin who was staring keenly at him. 

"Is there anything I should know of, Andre? You know you can talk to me." Jimin raised his brow but Andre chuckled.

"Nothing more than finding that rip-off. I am sure you want that more than anything right now."

"I want Jungkook safe more than anything, Andre." Jimin took a few steps ahead and patted Andre's shoulders. He then pressed his hands down so the man had to resist and not bend down with the force Jimin was putting.

"We are going to Cremisi. Jungkook is going with us because you know why he can't stay here," Jimin emphasized. "And you know what to do," Jimin affirmed while Andre nodded. 

**

Hoseok landed in Hangzhou and Cosimo was there to welcome him. Just as the man walked out of the jet, Cosimo spread his arms with a guffaw and trudged towards Hosoek. 

"Finally, my friend." 

Hoseok reciprocated the laughter. He pulled his sunglasses upon his head and then hugged the man, patting his back strongly. "I am glad to be here." 

"Please, this way." The mafia boss led another mafia boss towards the black jeep and the men followed from there. Hoseok was impressed with the arrangement. Cosimo definitely was able to grow in terms of money since Hoseok and he joined hands together. 

"I never asked you, but why Hangzhou?" Cosimo asked and Hoseok averted his gaze to the road before he could answer. 

"Let's just say, I am trying to find my roots. I am here to find out the truth about me and my mother."

"Your mother? Was not she-." Cosimo kept his hand on Hoseok's shoulder. 

"Dead? Yeah, she pretty much is dead. But I think she might be alive." Hoseok looked down and rubbed his palms together.

"How is that possible?" Cosimo asked, feeling empathetic. 

"I feel that there is someone else who might be my birth mother," Hoseok replied. 

**

Jimin saw Jungkook under the covers, yet naked. "Baby cake, we are going out." Jimin picked the boy along with the duvet and began to walk into the bathroom. 

"Why? Can't you go alone? Do you always need me to take care of you?" Jungkook spoke while holding Jimin with life and keeping his eyes closed.

The man stopped in front of the mirror and sighed as he looked down on Jungkook. He then averted his gaze to the mirror and his heart turned to Jelly. Jungkook belonged there, in his arms. He pulled up the boy a little more so Jungkook could support his head on Jimin's shoulder. "I can take care of my body but... For well being of my heart, you are important."

Jungkook opened his eyes and his cheeks turned red. He sometimes could not figure out what exactly were Jimin's feelings for him. He liked Jimin more than he actually thought he did, but what Jimin felt for Jungkook was far greater and the teen just could not determine how much was his fondness. "I will take shower and come back." He got down from Jimin's arms but the man kept holding the covers, hiding the little tushie of his little boyfriend.

Jungkook realized that Jimin's eyes were on him as they stood close and the man was smelling like a beacon of enchantment. "Baby..." Jimin called softly. 

Jungkook slowly raised his head to look into the eyes of his lover but he could not maintain eye contact. He quickly looked down to the man's chest, breathing sharply. Jimin wanted to say I love you but he decided to raise Jungkook's face by holding his chin up and gently putting a feather-light kiss on the boy's lip before walking out.

 Jungkook stood there in the bathroom, feeling many emotions setting off in his heart but not understanding or realizing them. 

**

Andre and Namjoon were waiting for Jungkook to come out. Jimin was sitting in the car, waiting and taking a call on his iPad. He gestured to Andre to go and check.

"Joon, go in there and check why is the prince not here yet." Andre poked Namjoon who looked at the man, pulled out his sunglass from the shirt pocket, wore it on his eyes, and turned around to get into the car. 

Andre flared his nostrils in anger. "This Jungkook really is getting on my nerves. Could not Jimin find someone less cranky for himself?" He mumbled and went inside the house persistently. As he was proceeding towards Jimin's room, he saw Jungkook sitting leisurely on the couch and playing video games on his phone.

Andre closed his fists and inhaled deeply before exhaling. "Mr. Jeon, will you please come with me? Boss is waiting for you." The man said politely and Jungkook glared at him. 

"You know, I don't like you." The younger spoke.

"The feeling is mutual," Andre replied softly with a smile that Jungkook did not like. He scoffed and began to walk ahead of Andre as the security head trailed behind. 

Jungkook got inside the car while still playing his video game. The loud sound irked Jimin's ears and he scrunched his face. Also, his ongoing call was hampered because of it. Jimin looked at Jungkook but the boy did not budge. He sank back on the seat and continued playing his game. 

"I will call you back." Jimin disconnected the call and snatched Jungkook's phone from his hand to throw it right outside the car.

"HEY!" Jungkook glared and tried to get out so he could bring the phone back but Jimin held his wrist tightly.

The phone fell to the ground. "Let's go," Jimin asked the driver as Andre got in to sit with him and the vehicle moved, crashing the phone in the process. 

Jungkook kept his brooding on as they moved out of the house. He saw  3 cars following behind their own and felt Jimin pulling his body close. "Don't talk to me." Jungkook turned to warn the man but Jimin did not listen. He pulled Jungkook close and gripped his face to make him look. 

"Listen sleigh bae, I don't want to see this pouty face." 

"WHY DID YOU BREAK MY PHONE?" Jungkook yelled and made the 3 people flinch in the car.

"I already got you a new one. Once we go back, you will find it on our bed." Jimin replied while rubbing his ear. "And I am sensitive to sounds, do not yell." 

Jungkook looked at him unamused. "Do you have so much money that you waste it like this?"

"That?" Jimin chuckled. "That was not a waste, fluffy. Now I have all your attention to myself. How was it the waste?" He tackled Jungkook and Andre cleared his throat before turning on his headphones. 

He successfully made Jungkook giggle and pulled him close. They kept going for over 45 minutes and Jungkook had started getting bored only 10 minutes after they left. "Hitler had named football stadium at Stuttgart as Adolf-Hitler Arena Kampfbahn in 1933. It is now called Mercedez Benz arena." He uttered his 100th random fact. 

Jimin only smiled. "I know." 

"How can you know everything? There has got to be something that you don't know." Jungkook asked as he leaned against Jimin. 

Suddenly the car stopped. "Stay in here. I will be back." Jimin pecked Jungkook's head and before the boy could protest, he was out.

"Hey, big brain," Andre called from the front seat and Jungkook looked at him. "You wanna know something interesting?"

Jungkook thought for a second, "no thank you." He simpered. "Anything you have to say cannot be interesting."

"Do you not want to know that the person Jimin is going to meet is extremely special to him?" Andre cackled and Jungkook frowned unknowingly. "Yeah, you are looking at all this tight security. This is all because of that person. He is extremely important to Jimin." Andre chuckled looking at Jungkook's face drop. 

The driver poked Andre. "What are you doing?" He whispered.

"That ought to shut him up for the rest of the drive. He broke my ears." Andre replied. 

Jimin came back and his drive resumed. Jungkook now looked at the man wearing the all-black suit. Albeit he was not the expert, he knew that the suit was one of the most expensive ones. Now that he thought about it, Jimin wore a golden suit when he first saw him and he never wore suits when he came to meet Jungkook. Jealousy crept into his heart. Was this person really so special?

[22 Jul, 2021]

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Jungkook got down from the car and looked around. The darkness surrounded them aside from the crisp air. He suddenly regretted wearing a light-colored outfit because of the dirty surrounding. But then Jimin was a bigger moron because he really wore his expensive suit. He looked at Jimin getting around the car and standing beside him while he maintained strong eye contact with his men. 

He found many things fishy there including how the men seemed too uptight and attentive at all times with their hands in pockets. Jungkook could not fathom what rich was. He certainly did not know how rich people got around, survived, ate, walked, worked, or even this. He did not see any red flags that were laid bare in front of his feet. To him, this was how rich people lived, a shady life. 

He started to strut ahead. "Munch pie! Don't get away from me." Jimin held his hand while following him, but Jungkook pulled his hand back. 

"Leave me alone." He spat and kept strutting ahead in the dark with confidence. Jimin's men had a job to flash the lights on their way. "I am not scared. I am not scared." Jungkook kept muttering and Jimin kept smiling right behind him.

The mafia boss decided to step on a dry twig that broke with a rattle and Jungkook turned around so quickly that he collided with the man and hugged him. "Okay, I am scared." He spoke while nuzzling his nose in Jimin's neck. 

A sudden protective feeling engulfed Jimin and he wrapped his arm around the boy while his men waited patiently. "You are always safe with me, Koo." His hand raised and he caressed Jungkook's head while his eyes kept staring in the dark without blinking. 

Jungkook's anger seemed all for naught. He did not want to stay angry at his older boyfriend for whoever his special friend was, but he was unquestionably jealous. They kept walking and Jungkook's mouth hung open when he spotted a den, a terrain out of this world.

Jimin and Andre along with Namjoon entered inside while others waited outside. It was not dark anymore. The den inside was well structured with modern amenities. "Who is this person? Is she so special that you arranged all this for her?" Jungkook burst out angrily and Jimin cluelessly looked at him, all perplexed. What happened to his little darling all of the sudden?

He turned towards Andre who shrugged and shook his head in ignorance. "Darling butterfly! Who said that this person is special?" Jimin tried to caress Jungkook's cheek but the boy swatted his hand away and backed off, pointing his finger at the mafia boss. 

"Who is she?" He asked again and the conversation was put to arrest when a rickety old man with a long beard and no clothing on his upper body came out with a kettle in his hand that was accessorized with a beads bracelet.

"Who wants tea?" He asked calmly. "I have a few old folk tales of a place and wild animal espionage. You are on time, Mr. Park." He looked at the man.

"Who is he?" Jungkook mouthed to Andre and the security head ignored the boy like he was not there with them. 

"And you brought a guest."  The old man turned to see Jungkook. Jimin smiled at the boy who had his blown eyes directed at the old man. 

"He is very special to me, Ajushhi." Jimin stepped forward and they hugged. "And he is the one I came here to meet." Jimin informed the boy who embarrassedly looked at Andre. The security head took the opportunity to crane his neck on the other side. 

 "Good child!" The old man's eyes crinkled as he curiously let the boy's aura sink in, staring at him as if he was tempted to do something. 

"Good Lord! I would shatter if you put any more weight in your gaze." Jungkook snarked at Ajusshi. Andre lost it at this point along with Namjoon while Jimin only flinched his eyes shut. The old man did not get the condescension Jungkook was trying to convey or even if he did, he acted dense about it, for the most part. 

"That's a yes on the story then?" The old man arched his brows at Jungkook and swiftly turned to Jimin who nodded. "This way." He beckoned the men and a teenager inside a door. Just as the living room came into view, Jungkook sneezed. There was a strong sandalwood incense burning by the fireplace. There was a chandelier at the center and there were peach-colored curtains by the pillars. If all the furniture was moved, the place could easily be deemed fit as a ballroom.

"Makes sense why he is not cold or wearing any clothes." Jungkook crocheted and Jimin pressed the boy's mouth with his little finger. "Baby, you need to be quiet for sometime." The older whispered. 

"Why?" Jungkook spoke louder and his voice echoed several times.  

"That's why." Namjoon chuckled softly with Andre. At the same time, a man came in with a tray on which 4 masks were kept. Jungkook saw Jimin and then the other two men take it and wear it on their faces so he did the same. He wondered why the old man was not wearing one.

They sat down in front of the fireplace and Jungkook looked around. Everyone else inside the living room was in red loose shirts except the eldest. They were all wearing coordinated outfits, it seemed. As they began to move around slowly, Jungkook's eyebrows drew together. All of them were really moving at a sloth pace as if they were cradling a sleeping baby in their arms. 

"Why are all of them wearing these seed-like things?" Jungkook asked, probably thinking that those things controlled them. Namjoon turned to see what Jungkook was talking about.

"These are the dried fruits of some sort. They possess electrical and electromagnetic properties that have innumerable healing power." He was explaining when Andre interjected. 

"Not a bad thing to not wear. You can try it too, you know. Maybe Jimin will let you go then." Andre cackled voicelessly while his shoulder danced.

"While you are talking behind my back, feel free to bend down and kiss my ass." Jungkook grinned sweetly at Andre but only his eyes were visible through the mask. Namjoon put his hand on his mouth to control his laughter at the remark and Andre rolled his eyes. 

Jungkook turned to Namjoon again. "Why are they so quiet? Aren't you curious?"

"Go have a seat with other bitches waiting for me to give a fuck." Andre answered nonchalantly and Jungkook glared. The old man cleared his throat causing the little fun to subside. Jimin and he sat in two black-leathered single unit sofas opposite to the one where Namjoon and Jungkook sat along with Andre who was in another single unit sofa.

"This is the story of a gladiator," the old man started. "He travelled from a far away land. He had no greed, nor any materialistic attachment. He just needed water and food to survive. He kept travelling with an intention only he knew of, but one night, a gathering of villagers spotted him killing a man in their territory. The gladiator was quick to run away but he left his mark, an identity if you may. Now he was not someone who people did not talk about." 

Jungkook listened intently. "What was a gladiator doing travelling all the time?"

The old man slowly craned his neck towards Jungkook and his lips stretched up in a curve. "You have keen eyes, kid. Always keep them open." The eerie tune made Jungkook feel goosebumps on his nape even in a heated room. He looked at Jimin who seemed to be focused on something. 

"Sorry..." Jungkook mumbled slowly and the man turned his attention back to Jimin.

"The villagers were not ready when the attack happened but luckily, the prince of the village caught the news of the attack and he started investigating. He worked upon it for weeks and worked so hard but he always met a dead end. Do you know why?" The man perked his brow and Jungkook shook his head even though the storyteller was not looking at him. "That's because the gladiator had no name."

"A ghost." Jungkook saw Jimin's brows drawn together in concern before he looked at him and that's when his eyes softened. 

"Precisely!" Ajusshi smirked.

"We need ghostbusters then." Jimin chuckled and so did Jungkook, getting the pop reference. 

**

Taehyung was in the lobby reading something when his head was hit by a piece of chalk. He looked at it as the small brittle stick fell on the ground lightly and his lips suddenly opened into a big smile. 

"Hyung!" He rushed and picked his brother. 

"Yah! Put me down," the smaller male squirmed but Taehyung would not let him. "Put me down, I said." The man yelled again. 

"I don't want to." Taehyung began to twirl with him in his arms. Kim Leena spotted the two and she happily walked in. 

"Yoongi! When did you arrive?" She asked and Taehyung suddenly put his brother down. The atmosphere tensed.

"I have just arrived, mother." Yoongi bowed slightly before Leena could swamp him in a hug. The lady's smile faded and she backed away.

"I hope you are hungry because I have made your favorite food." She beamed but there was sadness underneath in her eyes.

"Oh no, mother! I have already eaten and I won't be staying for long." Yoongi replied earnestly and Leena's adulterated smile wept off of her face.

"Hyung no. When was the last time you actually stayed at home? I hoped you would stay now that I am here. You know it is a shame that I don't even know if my own brother snores at night or drools," Taehyung interjected and they all chuckled softly at the witty remark. "Please Hyung. Just one night. I will not ask for more." Taehyung requested deliberately.

Yoongi could not say no to his younger brother. Taehyung was right in saying that they never really stayed together. The younger always stayed abroad and Yoongi stopped living in Seoul quite early when he left for boarding school and then his job. "Okay!" He sighed and nodded. 

"Thank you." Taehyung lurked towards Yoongi again but the man held his hand out. 

"I will leave instantly if you pick me up again." 

**

Jimin was leaving after the small meeting with Ajusshi. Jungkook was droopy and his eyes were getting closed. "I think he inhaled." Andre supported Jungkook's weight on his arm while Jimin held him from another end.

"I think so too," Jimin stopped and observed Jungkook's face. His eyes were closed while he licked his lips repeatedly. "Sugar puff! Can you hear me?" Jimin squished his cheeks and shook him roughly. Jungkook opened his eyes slowly and started laughing loudly. 

"Shhhh..." Andre shushed after putting his finger on his lips but Jungkook laughed more. Looking at his security head who kills in his sleep babysitting his teenage boyfriend, Jimin chuckled out himself.

Namjoon remained steady only because he was better at pulling off a poker face being the interrogator of the mafia association. When the criminals or even innocent people cried in front of him or when they shit their pants, Namjoon had to keep calm and not exhibit any trace of amusement on his face. 

"I ate you Handre." Jungkook blew raspberries on the man's face and Andre scrunched his nose disgustingly. "And I Jove you Limin." He pointed at Jimin's chest before his finger pushed the man's chest and he leaned forward with his puckered lips to kiss his lover who always called him numerous nicknames. 

"Yup!" Andre punctuated while inserting a pop at the end of the word, "he is definitely high." The man turned around. 

"Don't fust corests. Don't fust corests... Ceforestaion is bad." Jungkook spoke through his puckered lips that were held by Jimin's hands. 

"Do you want to wait it out?" Namjoon asked Jimin who was amusedly and fondly looking at Jungkook. 

"No, I need to get him in bed." Jimin picked the boy before he started walking towards his car. 

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"My oil is hairy. I can't sleep like this." Jungkook struggled at the bed, throwing his hands at Jimin's face and slapping him harshly.

"Shh, your hair is just fine. Close your eyes and everything will be just right." Jimin tied Jungkook's hands down and hovered on top. The effect of the drug was not subsided yet and Jimin did not know why but Jungkook's face flipped from annoyed to concerned and frightened in just a matter of mere moments.

He started wheezing and Jimin felt scared, immediately leaving the hands of the boy who gasped to sit straight. Jimin got around him and held him, soothing his back. "What do you see, cupcake? Is there a monster?" He asked cautiously while hugging the boy tighter.

"No, there is... It is the shadow, it's the big shadow, right there." Jungkook pointed at the new closet that Jimin had put together earlier.

"What is it doing, poodle?" Jimin cooed, trying to understand why Jungkook felt that scared all of the sudden.

"It is..." Jungkook blinked and widened his eyes to see clearly. "It is talking about me." Jungkook found himself cowering further into Jimin. The mafia lord was now sure what Jungkook meant by that. The drug often created hallucinations based on the prior experiences or personal traumas of a person.

Jungkook kept his neck fixed to one corner of the room, eyes doted, and only whipped himself away from the scene when he found Jimin carrying him into the bathroom. He gasped loudly and shuddered when icy cold water pricked his skin. "What is wrong with you?!" The boy yelled resulting in Jimin's chuckling.

"Shampooing your hairy oil." Jimin sniggered.

Jimin crouched down with his heeled shoes on the floor beside the jacuzzi over his toes. As he poured the warm stream of water over Jungkook's head, the boy started relaxing in an instant. The water in the jacuzzi bubbled and now began to warm up. Jungkook leaned his head against the ceramic and let Jimin wash his head.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" Jimin asked.

"Go home," Jungkook answered so fast that Jimin still was holding on to this last letter that was escaping his mouth.

"Except that," Jimin mumbled slowly. "What else? I will be all yours for one whole day. I will do whatever you want. You should think about it."

"You will do anything?" Jungkook cocked his head around and peered at Jimin with wide curious eyes.

"Anything." Jimin blinked to assure the boy with trust issues.

"Will you go with me to the food festival? There are a lot of fish cake trucks. We will hop and eat all we want." Jungkook splashed the water on Jimin and the older closed his eyes shut, already feeling sorry for himself.

"You will not go there, will you? I know you are rich and that place is probably not up to your standards." Jungkook pouted in dismay, looking down at his drenched clothes that were filling water and creating water balloons in his pants.

"I said I will go, so I will." Jimin's soft voice promised Jungkook.

"I am going to bed now." Jungkook stood up, putting all his weight on Jimin's shoulders who remained on the ground like an obedient maid to the boy and held on to his waist in case he swayed. Jimin washed Jungkook's hair so the effect of the substance would wear off, but he was not still sure if it worked 100%.

Jungkook, on the other hand, didn't seem less than okay and that was until Jimin followed the boy out and caught him stripping every piece of clothing on his body. The wet clothes ruined the rug and Jimin reminded himself to call for a new one, the third time in a month.

Jungkook walked over to the closet, naked, with only slippers on his feet, and stood there. Staring deeply to choose something to wear, nothing looked familiar to his hazed mind. All clothes were branded and new and they all looked expensive. Jungkook was not used to sleeping in expensive, new clothes.

He located Jimin behind him in the mirror, staring as his confused gaze screened through the closet. "I have nothing to wear." He stormed back to Jimin as if he would definitely throw a slap or two but he flung off his slippers and fell on the bed, whining.

"I am sorry, puddle. I will bring more clothes for you tomorrow." Jimin amusedly replied, covering Jungkook's naked body under the blanket before walking over to bring a fresh towel and dry his hair as the boy closed his eyes.

**

Jimin looked at his device and then around as he let Jungkook's hand go who was whining to run free in and around the food festival. The colorful attraction around the canvases and billboards of the trucks and shops made Jungkook's eyes sparkle in excitement. If he loved anything, it was food. His love knew no bounds when it came to it. He sniffed the aroma of several local delicacies mixing together and hitting his nostrils all at once.

"There, I want to eat cake." Jungkook turned to see Jimin standing behind him and looking like he was an abandoned kid who did not know his way back home after his parents left him there. His one hand covered his nose as if he was smelling something nauseous and his attentive gaze speculated everyone as if they were some dacoits who had come to loot him.

"Jimin..." Jungkook shook the man's hand and Jimin looked at the boy. "Cake." He pointed by cocking his head towards a certain shop.

"I could have this made at home, we have sous chefs from different countries and they can make you anything."

"Oh, God! The local chefs are better than your puppets who run around you like mechanical dolls, Jimin. Nothing is going to happen, I promise. Have not you ever eaten out like this?" Jungkook thought it was amusing to see Jimin terrified for the first time ever.

"Not for as long as I remember." The man replied.

"Okay, hold this." Jungkook handed a small beige sling bag with a red buttercup flower tucked on it that he bought from the thrift store just a mere moments ago.

Jimin stared at the bag like it was a bomb all set to blast after the timer was set off. Whilst he concentrated on the childish bag, Jungkook opened Jimin's cufflinks to roll up his sleeves and buffered when veiny hands flashed in front of his face. Jimin smirked in recreation.

"How would you describe my hands?" He asked Jungkook, forgetting about the bag instantly.

"Somewhere between a toddler and an ajusshi who is 70 years old," Jungkook bit back and opened Jimin's coat buttons to take it off. While Jimin was amazed at the answer, he did not see when Jungkook snatched the coat off his shoulders, "Why is it so heavy?"

"I will take that." Jimin reminded himself of pistols he had tucked inside the pockets as he grinned at Jungkook.

"Now let's go." Jungkook held Jimin's palm to drag him excitedly. Jimin had never seen Jungkook so exhilarated at any place he had brought him earlier, no matter how expensive it was. He seemed more jolly and confident with himself here in the cheap food court.

"Are you sure Jungkook? I don't want you to catch influenza. Is it even hygienic?"

"Are you fricking kidding me?" Jungkook scoffed. "Jimin..." he sighed to put a piston in front of loads of anger that he found making its way out and continued, "this is me if you didn't know. I was born in this and I have been brought up in this world, not yours. I am someone who belongs here. How do you hate everything I love and still like me?"

Jimin found disappointment and dubiety on Jungkook's face. He sure did not want the boy's mood to go downhill today. His heart found itself unusually melting. "Come on, let's get you that calorie-filled bread."

"Really?" Jungkook's eyes crinkled again with the same zeal.

"Why would have I come here if I'd not been serious in the first place?" Jimin shook his head, mocking Jungkook who only snatched the bag from him and ran ahead for the man to follow.

Jungkook stopped when his chest collided with someone hot and heavy. "Ouch!" As his head lifted up, he saw the familiar face. "Namjoon Hyung! I thought you would not come."

"I have to go everywhere where Jimin goes." Namjoon chuckled and Jimin waited for a jab to come from the sarcastic little boy but it never was delivered.

Namjoon looked at Jimin, "anything wrong, boss?" He scrutinized around.

"I was waiting for him to say something nice about me," Jimin replied rather seriously.

"What are you talking about, Jimin? He is such a-" Namjoon protested.

"He is such a doll only because you are here." Jimin cut Namjoon in his mid-sentence.

"You are saying as if I slap you when we are alone."Jungkook chimed in with a sheepish grin and Jimin tried his best to bite back the laughter as he remembered his poor red cheeks this morning.

"There you have it, Jeon Jungkook of Busan, son of-"

"I am not loving you today." Jungkook crossed his arms across his chest and announced.

"Really?" Jimin poked his abs and the boy giggled. Namjoon kept his palm over Jimin's shoulder and they nodded at each other before Jimin pushed Jungkook towards the cake shop. "What about tomorrow?"

"I don't know," Jungkook replied, smiling smugly as he noticed everyone's eyes over them.

"One day we might get divorced by your I love you today and I don't know about tomorrow attitude."

"Divorced? We need to get married in order to get divorced and I am never marrying you." Jungkook led the way like a pro and Jimin did not care about anyone except his little world.

"We will very soon, my kiosk of cuteness. Now say that you love me right now or else I am going to pick you up in front of everyone and kiss you roughly."

"I am not saying any such thing. I don't encourage lies, Jimin." Jungkook twirled once to see the look on Jimin's face and also to examine if Jimin was just bluffing, the man never bluffed.

"You have no one else to blame but you." Jimin's hand circled around the boy's thighs and he immediately flinched, laughing madly and running away. They spent their next hours shop hopping and gormandizing.

Jimin only tasted a few things off Jungkook's plate. For years, he had been eating only the hand-picked organic ingredients cooked to perfection by the curated personal chefs, but eating the supposedly unhygienic food made him feel like he was going to throw up. Nevertheless, he sucked it up like nothing to make Jungkook happy and only hoped that the next morning would be kind to him.

It was after days that Jungkook was this happy, forgetting everything that had happened in the recent past. It was until they were done and Jungkook paid the cash that Jimin put in his bag to the last hawker, the thought of returning home came to his mind.

He saw Namjoon along with many men walk beside them as they moved towards their cars that were parked in the ground a little far from the area.

He always found it a bit peculiar, the number of people that accompanied Jimin at all times. But he assumed that all rich people have this grade of security.

"Can I go home now?" He asked after settling in the back passenger seat once a man closed the car door.

"No," Jimin replied, his plain eyes looking at his device.

"What do you mean, no? I am going home." Jungkook repeated again and observed Jimin closely who only paid divided attention to him at that moment.

"No," he heard the same response again so he decided to do what he felt was right. He opened the car door and just disappeared from Jimin's sight.

"Where shall thee run to find solace when peace leaves behind no trace?" Jimin rubbed his forehead with fingers and also got out.

[28 Sep, 2021]

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Namjoon and a few men circled Jungkook as he looked around, trying to find one rift so he could make a run for it, but he couldn't possibly outrun when he was outnumbered. "Okay, I am coming back. Why don't you guys go first?"

Namjoon nodded at his men who immediately stepped away. Jungkook grinned and just as he took off, his shirt was pulled back by Andre. "Coming or want me to carry you again? By now, you must know that your Jimin won't say anything to me if I do."

"Leave me!" Jungkook gritted his teeth, turning his head around to shoot a murderous look at the man he hated the most.

"Can't trust this one, Joon!" Andre yelled, pointing at Jungkook and still not leaving his shirt. "The youth is valued because they don't have as much sense. Catch them young, while they are still stupid." He shook his head, sympathizing for Jungkook.

Namjoon turned the other way to laugh, his shoulders shook and Jungkook grunted in fury. "Why are you so old, Andre?" He tried to shrug the hand away from his shirt. "Your dark circles look like you have not slept in days."

"That's because I haven't," Andre dragged the boy towards their car. "I hunt at night. Especially the teens. I hate teenagers."

"And you look tired and sick."

"I am... Of you."

"And what's with that old grandpa's skin? What happened?" Jungkook feigned care, pouting and tsking at the man.

"The same thing that happened to your brain." Andre kept dragging him and finally nudged him inside the car before opening the door and getting in the front co-passenger seat himself."

"Is this epithet supposed to be funny?" Jungkook fumed as Jimin took his wrist. He could not resist one more jibe.

"Shh," Jimin now pulled him close and stared into his eyes.

The teen heard Andre chuckling. "Awww, it's okay. My middle finger loves you."

Jimin held his browbones and inhaled deeply. "Take us home, I am getting a headache."

As the wagon started moving, Andre turned his head around, but Jimin beat him to it. "You will let my boy have the last word in an argument." Andre immediately bowed and turned back around, sitting straight.

"I will kick his ass," Jungkook, unhappy of being made fun of said, sullenly.

"And you," Jimin pointed at Jungkook. "Behave with Andre."

**

"Jungkook isn't back yet?" Jeng Moon asked Jeon Sik in bewilderment as he entered the house to take his paralyzed friend out for a walk on the wheelchair.

The disabled shook his head, mumbling something. "Did I make a mistake? Should I have stopped him?" He tried to crane his neck towards the friend, but Jeng Moon put his hand over the man's shoulder and leaned down.

"No," he shook his head, sitting on the ground in front of the wheelchair. "Jimin is a tycoon, Jeon. You shouldn't worry. I did my research the first time I saw him. It was a few weeks ago. But - Before you say something. He is loaded, man. And he seems sincere with our Jungkook-ie. Don't scold your boy for having some fun."

Jeon Sik sighed slowly. "I know," He croaked in his small voice. "I just worry about him. I can't protect him."

"So you do. What am I here for?" Jeng Moon chuckled, straightening his clothes and getting on his foot to wheel the man into the park. "I am sure he is safe and will be back soon. He has college tomorrow anyway."

**

Jungkook plopped on the bed as he entered the bedroom. Meanwhile, Jimin stayed behind so he could give Jungkook a head start to vex his anger on anything he'd like.

"Boss," Andre suddenly called him from the ground floor and he leaned down from the barricade, propping his forearms on the golden support. "Jung Hoseok isn't in Korea. I thought you'd like to know."

Jimin stared for Andre, confusing him for a few minutes as he hummed in a relaxed manner. "You know, you shouldn't touch him again. He hates it when anyone touches him." Andre looked at Namjoon who wasn't in Jimin's sight and back at Jimin who stood above his face on the first floor. "Unless... He is running away from me."

"I will take care of it, sir."

"Go on, celebrate the weekend today. I have a good feeling about tonight. You men deserve a break."

Andre bowed and rushed back to the security room and immediately closed the door after kicking everyone out. He called Taemin in the next moment.

While the man took time to answer, he grunted and kicked the chair. "Hello!"

"Hey, baby," Andre slumped on the same chair he kicked and fell flat on his ass on the floor.

"What's that noise?" Taemin asked.

"Nothing," Andre replied from the floor, glaring at a broken chair. "What are you doing? I am free tonight. Can I fly to you, please? Please? Please don't say no because my balls are killing me."

"Andre!" Taemin yelled. "All you do is think about sex."

"Not true," Andre sat up on the floor. "I deal with Jimin's teenage paramour and do you know how hard it is to try and not punch him right in the face. He is one little bitch."

"If Jimin hears you-" All Andre heard were sweet giggles of his pretty lover after that.

Simultaneously, while shaking his head, the mafia leader entered the room and sat down on the ground to take off the teen's shoes. Jungkook let Jimin do what he was doing and then flipped on his stomach. "Come on, Popo... No need to be cranky. I am keeping you here because you are safer with me. What if you catch a cold at home and when you come to see me I catch it too. I should warn you, I hate cold."

Jungkook, being completely befuddled, scoffed. "It's not necessary that I have to see you every damn day of the month."

"It has become a compulsion for me, Jungkook. You don't know what happens to me when I don't see you next to me in my bed." The blonde laid down beside the brunette.

"What happens to you?" Jungkook, being frustrated over the whole fiasco, asked, laboriously.

"I feel that my nerves are shrinking inside my body, and if I feel to shoot someone in the head, but you know how I am sensitive to sounds so I can't do that." Jimin traced Jungkook's skin, sliding his hand under his shirt and the teen turned around.

The hotness on the skin spread and Jungkook felt slaved to his hormones. Unconsciously, he held onto Jimin's wrist gingerly as it grazed all over his upper body, and his eyes closed when the man leaned closer. Jungkook anticipated a kiss, but nothing happened.

Opening his eyes, he saw Jimin's gaze on his eyes and it quickly shifted to his lips as he kept tracing his skin under the lips, caressing his mole. The brunette wanted the kiss, but the blonde withdrew his hand with an exasperated sigh, knowing that Jungkook wasn't going back home anymore, and he'd do everything to confine the boy inside this mansion by whatever means possible.

**

Namjoon groaned, feeling his abdomen clench sweetly. "I am about to cum," the man whimpered under the beautiful male who softly nuzzled his cheek.

The man replied, "don't hold back."

With a shudder, he found himself shooting hot cum on their bodies and Jin smiled, stopping his thrusts for a few seconds. As Namjoon relished in the feeling, Jin just marveled at the man and his softly closed lids. He leaned down and pecked his nose.

"How did we end up here?"

"In my arms?" Jin chuckled.

"You know what I am talking about." Namjoon quirked a brow at the older who began to pull out. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that. You need to finish too." The man complained.

"I am good," Jin assured by placing a kiss on the thick soft lips of the bottom as setting his body on the bed. "Your moans and shuddering body always distract me."

"We shouldn't have done it," Namjoon shrugged, propping his elbows on the mattress as he began to shoot his body up, grabbing his shirt from the floor. "Especially if you don't give me the pleasure of hearing you moan for me."

As Namjoon began to put on the shirt, Jin grabbed his wrist. "Hey, come on... Don't leave just yet."

"I am serious, Jin. We shouldn't have. If Jimin knew, he would kill me with his own hands without blinking even once."

"You are a tough man, Namjoon. You killed more people than him. Why are you so afraid of Jimin?" Jin pouted, feigning amusement, but Namjoon only rolled away from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

Jin sighed as he shot up and followed closely behind, naked. Namjoon gazed from the corner of his eyes as the older leaned against the cold marble sink, drooling over the semi-rigid cock. When he found himself falling for the man who belonged to the family of rivals, he decided to do everything in his control to extinguish the flame, but he couldn't.

Every time they met secretly, Namjoon felt mortified with the weightless yield on his heart. Albeit he never discussed anything business-related with Kim Jin, he knew he was still getting himself in trouble.

"I was obviously kidding. You people have no sense of humor," Jin chuckled, slapping Namjoon's heavy bicep.

Namjoon finished cleaning himself and cupped Jin's face with wet hands. "I am serious this time, Jin. Please leave the country for a few months and don't be back until you hear from me. It's the only way I can protect you."

"Come with me then," Jin asked, biting his bottom lip at the sight of his lover's juicy lips.

"I can arrange a safe stay for you, but please..."

Jin never witnessed Namjoon like this. He looked terrified and his face showed remorse. "Hey, baby..." Jin leaned down to lock his gaze with the befallen lashes. "Is everything alright? If you are being misled and allegedly frauded by your "messiah", would you still follow him?"

Namjoon looked up with teary eyes. "Know this, if the time comes and I have to pull a trigger, I can't stop myself, even if it's you in front of me." He vouched for his honesty.

"That will be the sweetest death, I will welcome it with open arms," Jin spoke softly, leaning in and capturing the lips.

As they pulled away, Namjoon sighed determinedly. "We can't see each other anymore," he declared, quickly getting out of the bathroom and scouring for his clothes. "Everything is a joke to you."

Jin blinked a few times, knowing that he has been noticing the younger avoided meeting him. He slowly walked closer and hugged the now-dressed man from the back. "I am sorry."

Namjoon turned around, "good." He said. "I just have one last thing to take care of before I disappear." Before Jin could retort, the taller crouched on his knees, pulling Jin closer by grabbing his ass and taking in his cock with a squelch in his mouth, going fast without wasting time. The standing man arched his head back, holding onto the raven hair and pushing the head closer so he choked his lover with his cock.

[16 Feb, 2022]

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"I don't want to see your face, in case you haven't noticed, I don't like you. In fact, I very much hate you," Jungkook spewed out at Andre without looking at him. 

"I understand," Andre nodded sincerely, pointing the men to shift some of the bags into Jimin's room. "I know it is easy to victimize the deprived, but I am not one of them, Mr. Jeon. I suggest you take your anger on the boss because I am only doing what I am told."

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms across his abdomen as he stood by the door. He could've said more, but somehow he understood that there was hurt behind Andre's words. Perhaps, he succeeded to break the thirty-something-year-old man, which quite didn't feel as good as he thought it would. Or maybe Andre was in a bad mood. He could relate, after all, he has been in a bad mood all his life, but what was it that Jimin had asked to put into the room. 

Wrenching his foot around, Jungkook was inside the room, unpacking the bags quickly. From the first one, he pulled out a brand new laptop along with his old one. "No, what is this?"

"That's your school, online one," Jimin spoke as he entered the room. 

"What are you saying?" Jungkook asked, unable to understand how did Jimin get his hands on the stuff that was inside his house, meaning Jimin would have to talk to his father. "Did you steal it?"

"Why would I steal your old laptop?" Jimin asked, walking slowly towards the bathroom and washing his hands. 

"Then how did you get it? I am sure my father didn't hand it over to you just like that. And for what?" Jungkook impatiently waited for the answers as he turned to see Jimin now washing his face leisurely, and moaning at the comforting bubbles that lathered from his face wash. 

"As I said, Jungkook," Jimin washed off the lather, and Jungkook's throat tightened. "You aren't going back home. All your necessities need to be here. I am sure you must have some homework on your old system, so I responsibly took it upon myself and brought it for you. Start fresh, use the new things I buy for you from now on." He walked out after drying his face with the towel.

"This must be some sort of joke," Jungkook mumbled. "You feel that I should always stay indebted and obliged to serve your privileged existence, just because you 'helped' me. Philosophical implications aside, this exact attitude conflicts with the very dictionary definition of 'help', Mr. Park." Jungkook's eyes brimmed with tears. 

Jimin raised his brows, his robe levitating in the air by the wind from an open window and his lips curled up just a little. "You are too cute when you are angry."

Jungkook stood up from the bed where he had many bags put, and left the room without another word. 

**

Kim Leena sat with red carnations in front of her husband's grave in the mausoleum. "It's our anniversary, my dear. I hope you could find peace this year." She sighed. 

The place was empty aside from the cleaners who were apprehensively looking at the woman, wanting her to leave so they could close for the day. She sat leisurely regardless, putting her Prada flurry bag on the floor beside her.

"I know I say this every year, but you need to give me a sign. I keep having nightmares," she began to cry softly. "You need to forgive me, my love. I didn't want to kill you, I wanted you to move on, but you couldn't let go of one mistake."

Taking out a fragrant handkerchief, she wiped her face with soft dabs, checking immediately in the compact's mirror if her make-up was smeared. "We all were family, you should've listened to me when you still had time." She scoffed with a whiny tone. 

"Now, look where it got us. You are buried six feet under, I had to poison my own son's mind, Jimin is still alive, and so is Park Sooin. If you could have been just a little bit open about everything, we would still be family. I miss you and I miss making love to you. Do you know how long has it been since-"

She heard a light knock on the door and turned to see a sweeper. "Madam, there is a storm coming, you have to leave now."

Leena nodded before the man could return and then glared at the grave. "Fine! Don't forgive me," she began to put her make-up back into the bag. "I will not stop until I have everything I want. You will see. You have died for nothing."

Wearing her high-heeled pumps, she strutted out to see the grey clouds and the whooshing wind that flew her hair and she tasted dust in her mouth. Grimacing her face and covering her eyes with black big sunglasses, she dragged her skirt-clad legs outside, towards her car. 

**

Jungkook wandered down. He entered Jimin's office after unlocking the door by scanning his fingerprint at the biometric. The room was nothing out of ordinary. There was a humongous table that occupied almost the center of the room, but the sliding drawers on the table were a bit unusual. He tried to open them, but couldn't, as they were locked. 

Not finding anything of interest, Jungkook came back and walked up to the kitchen that had thirteen different taps for coffee or tea. He could remember the day he found out, he was awestruck. Although the mansion was grand, he only wandered on the ground floor and the first floor where he lived with Jimin. There were two more top floors, another row house across the swimming pool, and then an entire basement area that he still didn't see yet and so he decided to go and see the row house.

As he got out from the door into a big courtyard, his eyes fell on the pool where he remembered giving head to Jimin the day he'd lost virginity, not that he'd ever admit it out loud.

The row house was behind the pool, so he began to walk towards it. It felt quite strange that he was inside the mansion, and the row house was basically a part of the same mansion, but it still looked so different. There were no lights and unlike gold plating, it was bronze plated. 

He was about to enter when Andre made him jump on his feet. "You scared me," Jungkook complained, pouting at the man who just yelled his name.

Andre snorted. "What crawled up your butt? Are you sleep-walking?

"Why don't you like me, Andre?" Jungkook suddenly asked, walking back to sit on the lounger by the pool while the security head only trailed every step of conniving Jungkook.

Does he want to push me in water? "Since you came into my boss' life, nothing is going right. I am sure you don't care or haven't noticed, we are working a lot more, and we all are jealous because of you."

"Because of me?" Jungkook craned his neck around and Andre walked to sit beside him.

"Jimin always had one rule to follow. No falling in love, and look at him now, he is all about you."

"You know, I can tell Jimin you said that."

"I know," Andre nodded. "Sometimes I pretend that I don't care anymore."

Jungkook looked at the man's body and his face. Never before he had noticed, but Andre was a handsome white man. His hair was naturally red, his body was buff, more muscular than Jimin, he smelled good too. The man looked tired and annoyed. 

"Well I can assure you that Jimin isn't in love with me, so you should stop being jealous because of me." Jungkook whipped his head back and looked straight at the water pool. "I am sure he will get over me soon and you all can go back to your creepy big lives."

"Creepy?" Andre cocked a brow at the teen. 

"Yeah, what's with so many guns?"

"Jimin is a man of importance, Jungkook. He needs security everywhere he goes. You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into." Andre shook his head. 

"I do too," Jungkook affirmed, "That's why...I want to go home. Can you please drop me back?"

"Even if I could, you will be brought back here. Jimin wants you to stay, so you stay. There is no place where you can hide anymore from him." Andre said rather cryptically. 

"Why do I think you are trying to scare me? Is this a kidnapping?" Jungkook asked with a pout and an indignant frown. 

"There is nothing in this damn house that you need and it isn't here. You will have money, status, a good future, and whatever goes on in between you and Jimin. If this is your definition of kidnapping, then maybe you are kidnapped."

"I am not his slut!" Jungkook rebuked. 

"I didn't say you were. Geez! You kids are no good," Andre shook his head. "Don't go there, it's been empty for a decade and it is haunted now." The man pointed at the row house before getting up and walking away. 

"And Jungkook!" Andre hollered from a distance. "Jimin is looking for you."

"Well...Jimin can go fuck himself."

**

Hoseok walked into a hospital and stood in front of a receptionist. The lady looked at the handsome man, richness wafting off him so she immediately smiled. "How may I help you, sir?" 

"You can help me by allowing me to take you out on a coffee or a drink." The handsome man smirked, his perfect lips stretched and eyes twinkled. "If you choose coffee, we should hurry now, and if you choose drinks, I think you should call your boyfriend and tell him you aren't going to make it back home tonight."

The young lady blushed profusely at the blunt offer.

"So? What's it gonna be, Ms. Liu?"

Xang Liu looked up into the man's eyes directed over the name tag around her bosom as she stood up. "I think I'd take up the offer of drinks."

Hoseok smirked wisely and licked his lips before taking out his chapstick and applying it over his pink lips. 

"Where should I pick you up from?" 

Xang Liu slipped her card to the man and Hoseok accepted it before slowly walking out of the hospital. 

The young woman immediately called her friend and waited for the ringing to stop. Just as she heard a little voice, she went off without any pause.  

"I have just been hit on by a very rich man and I am going to go out for drinks with him. Don't wait up."

"Xang! Slow down." The girl spoke from the other end of the line. "Who is this man? Do you know him?"

"No."

"What's his name?"

"I will ask when I meet him."

"Are you for real? What does he do? What if he is some creep? How did he know where to find you? He hit on you in the hospital where you work, don't you think it's suspic-"

"Blah blah blah..." Xang cut her friend off. "Just be happy for me for once. I don't care about all that. I just want to tell you to don't wait up tonight. I will be late."

[24 Feb, 2022]

Chapter Text

Jungkook could barely afford to sit in the same room as Jimin so he didn't know what he was going to do anymore. The fallacy of love spun his head hard. He wasn't in love with Jimin. No. He knew now. Why was he here then? He also knew the answer. He was a teen who wanted a normal relationship with someone. He simply didn't have any objection if he had a girlfriend either. 

When Jimin showed up in front of him, he swooped him off his feet. The beauty, brains, affluence, intimidation, the dominance, and also a few Jimin's emotions that Jungkook thought were care and love, now he wasn't so sure, spoke to him. He felt something in his heart for the all mighty and perfect man. That something was attraction, a sense of validation, and perhaps fondness too. He liked Jimin, but it wasn't love yet and he didn't like how the man was becoming tyrannical with him. 

As he began to trudge inside the mansion, his mind played with many things he never really stopped to think about. He sure didn't know how Jimin's world worked or how he came to be with so much money, but honestly, he didn't want to entangle himself in this part either. What he was interested in was to deep dive into his own feelings. 

Everything happened so fast that Jungkook didn't get a spell to really think about the pace that he was moving with Jimin, and the friction that now started made him want to slow down and look back, only Jimin wasn't willing to. Jimin wanted everything as he pleased, which wasn't what relationships were about, this much, Jungkook knew too. 

"Where are you off too?" Jimin's voice stopped Jungkook and he turned around for a moment before stepping close to the man with burning determination. 

"What am I to you?" The boy asked. 

"My everything, as far as my feelings are taken into account here," Jimin replied sincerely, his hand moving and tracing Jungkook's skin over his cheeks. With such tender action, Jungkook's eyes faltered now, shaking a bit as he began to look down and away. This caused a hurl of something in his heart, the touch. Jungkook wasn't quite sure if this was what love was all about. But if it was, why did he still have so many restrictions in his mind. Why did listening to Jimin feel so wrong? Why did the mansion worth millions looked like a prison at times? "Why are you asking me this?"

Jungkook drew in a shaky breath before shaking his head slowly, eyes softening all of the sudden and dilemma clawing the entirety of his world. Perhaps Andre was right. He could make the best out of everything. "I am sleepy, can we go to bed now?" 

Jimin's brows were drawn together in what seemed like concern as he suspiciously looked at Jungkook for a few seconds too long before nodding and holding his hand out. 

Jungkook slowly wrapped his palm around the soft fingers and waited for Jimin to lead the way. 

**

 Hoseok pulled Xang Liu closer by her waist as they ground on each other on the dance floor. "How long have you been working in the hospital?" The mafia lord asked the woman in her ear. 

"Three years," Xang Liu replied, seeing two Hoseok's as she blinked her eyes rapidly. 

"Do you know for how long the records are maintained?" Hoseok asked again, kneading the skin on her ass to make her whimper a bit, but the woman was falling short of words, which was beginning to annoy Hoseok.

"Twenty-five years or so, why do you ask?" She asked the first sensible question of the night. 

Hoseok had the confirmation he needed from the lady, so now he had two options. He could get rid of her and work in a messy way by killing and forcing someone else at the hospital to find what he came looking for or to keep the charade going and get the woman to slave for him.

Holding the chin of the lady tightly within his fingers, he speculated the face and came to the conclusion that he could fuck her. With a shrug and nonchalant features, he grabbed her arm and dragged her away from under the neon lights. "Do you wanna take this party into a bedroom?"

The woman grinned dumbly, nodding her head. Hoseok tucked a long strand of her disheveled brown hair behind her ear before slapping her face lightly. 

"You better be good with that mouth otherwise I will shoot you in the head and dump your body into the dumpster."

The girl laughed at the joke again. 

Hoseok looked around, smirking to himself, and picked the 23-year-old in his arms before walking towards the staff section. Giving a card for booking the lounge room of the bar, he waited for the people to deduct the amount and felt his boner growing at the anticipation. 

It had been a long time since he had his dick tucked into any pretty mouth, and he has been immersed so much in work that he could hardly face this feeling of lust. 

Once the room was assigned, Hoseok was led by a staff member. As they arrived at the basement floor, the waiter opened the door for them. "Stay here." Hoseok voiced out.

The waiter also anticipated something, a big tip from the rich man. Hoseok returned to the door and checked out the boy up and down. "Wanna join?" His hand traveled to touch the face of the beautiful boy who was way too young to be even working in a place like that. 

When the waiter panicked, Hoseok chuckled and handed him a stack of cash. "Pretty boys get their reward."

The boy only looked at the cash, wondering if it was even real when Hoseok closed the door behind him. He walked over to the bed to a squirming lady who was trying to get out of her clothes.  

"Desperate much?" Hoseok leaned down, tipping the chin of the woman and making her stop her actions. 

"Fuck me, please. I want you."

"I will fuck you good. But you need to earn it, darling," Hoseok stood back up and slid his pants' zipper down, taking his cock out. "Suck." 

The dominance in the man's voice and his aura caused Xang Liu to break free from her reservations. She wanted to be treated like a pet tonight and so he opened her mouth and took in the delicious meat. 

**

Jungkook sat by the window, looking outside as Jimin laid on the bed with his elbow perched on the mattress so he could look at the boy. 

"Come to bed, Jungkook. You said you were sleepy and I miss your presence here." Jungkook obeyed immediately, still hinged. As he got on his side of the bed, he reminded himself that this was completely okay, normal even. He shouldn't feel like he was being taken advantage of, because in the end, Jimin always did what he asked for, except letting him go. 

Jimin cupped Jungkook's face, knowing that he was still stuck on wanting to go back home. "Doll, what are you thinking? Talk to me." 

Jungkook heard an extremely polite tone and a very honeyed voice. But the word "doll" made him relate to himself to a toy now. He has indeed become Jimin's toy and what would the man do once he was broken or once the older would get bored of him. This thought made him want to tear up and ask Jimin about what he planned to do with him, to ask him to let him down slowly, with a warning.

"Do you call me doll because I am not as strong as you?" The teen asked. "Why am I with you? I am not like you and I don't belong in this world. I can't help but wonder what would you do to me once you are done with me?"

Jimin's hands remained on the cheeks as he wanted Jungkook to feel wanted and important. "Please don't think when I call you doll, you are weak. To me, you are the most precious being of my entire existence. Naturally, it comes to me to take care of you."

"You aren't letting me go home. You have been like this for so long. I thought you were just messing around, but you are really getting my everything from home...moving it to your place. I am afraid, Jimin." The teen's voice remained hurt and slow, shaky even. 

Jimin sighed and sat up, retreating his hands from Jungkook's face and the boy flinched. Jimin felt an excruciating pain in his chest. This is how he wanted his enemies to react, not someone he had feelings for.

He pulled Jungkook on his lap, keeping his head over his own thighs and stroking his hair gently. "I want you to savor all perks of being in a relationship without getting afraid of me. I want you to be able to get angry at me without being scared or thinking that I am some rich fella." 

Jungkook closed his eyes and remembered when he threw a plate at Jimin, the thought caused him to sniffle and also smile. He wiped the tears that were building in his eyes and breathed out while siding with a smooth-talking.

"About your home, I didn't want to put you in danger, Jungkook. The man and the woman who came to meet me when I brought you here the first time, do you remember them?"

Jungkook nodded his head quickly. 

"They aren't the best of people and they have seen you with me. I am also not so nice to people if I have to. You need to understand that my work puts me in a lot of danger and that's why I have so much security. We all stick together to stay safe. Those people have seen you with me, and there are many things happening that I am still not able to pinpoint the reason for. Once I get to the root of whoever it is who is after me these the past few months," Jimin spoke softly, but just as he began to talk about this, he thought of his fireworks warehouse that was burned to the ground or the sniper attack, the lilt of his tone took an edge of a growl. "I will be able to let you free. You can go home anytime you want. But you will put your family in danger too if you are seen with them for now."

Jungkook now felt threatened and terrified. "Who were those people? What are they capable of?"

"Those were my long-time rivals, baby. But they are capable of nothing as long as you stay with me. If I can protect you, they can't do anything to me, or you and your family. Trust me, I promise I will protect them."

Jungkook nodded, trusting the man's words and the unspoken promise. "Jimin," he spoke after a few seconds. 

"Hmm?" Jimin hummed, still stroking the soft hair. 

"Are they criminals? I hate criminals."

The hatred in Jungkook's voice made the man feel like earth was lost. What would happen when he will have found out the truth about him?

"Sort of," the man said, staring blankly at the wall. 

"Do you promise that you'd let me go home when you are done with your investigation?" Jungkook asked, not going deep or dissecting the words of the man.

"I will let you go," Jimin replied cryptically, thinking of ways how he would stop the teen from wanting to go at all.

[4 Mar, 2022]

Chapter Text

"Your ass looks amazing," Jimin, who was staring at Jungkook sitting on the window sill, uttered after profound consideration.

"Thanks," Jungkook replied without enthusiasm in his words as he kept working on his homework. "It's the pants you bought me I am sure." A realization dawned over him so he turned around to dart at Jimin sitting on the edge of the bed in his white and red jacket and similar pants, gazing his way. "If you want the pants, you can get them for free...from the store you opened for me."

"I am going outside for some work," Jimin enthused, avoiding the wry dissension in Jungkook's tone. "Please behave while I am gone."

"What option do I have? I am being watched in this house like a prisoner. Is there any point in me trying?" Jungkook scoffed, jumped off to the ground, and began to walk out of the bedroom. Only Jimin didn't allow him to get far and clasped him in his embrace. 

"It's so difficult to be a romantic gay," The mafia leader groaned fondly, sniffing the boy's hair and squeezing him in his arms. "Especially with a high-maintenance boyfriend."

"Nothing is more difficult than being your lover, Jimin," Jungkook retorted, and Jimin turned him around to see his face.

"Do I make you feel obliged, Jungkook?" The man asked, holding the fluffy cheeks in between his palms.

Jungkook pulled Jimin's hands down gently while he hooked his eyes over to the man's chest. "Not at all. I am your lover, aren't I? I should behave like one."

"Of course, you should," The hands that were brought down now wrapped around the small waist. "Just command, Whatever Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets. No questions asked."

"Take me with you to work, I am bored of being stuck in here for so many days. I haven't been out in the sun and it's starting to affect me."

"It's getting dark now, baby," Jimin reminded Jungkook as though the boy wasn't aware of his fear of darkness. 

"So?" Jungkook leaned ahead and looked into Jimin's eyes, breathing over his lips. "I think you will do a good job to protect me." The look in his eyes was different than what it had been for the last few weeks. He avoided getting too close to Jimin and the older had to give him a little space to deal with his emotions, line up his thoughts, or get used to this new lifestyle.

"No funny business then, do you promise?" Jimin asked cautiously, not trusting the glint in Jungkook's eyes. 

"Of course, blondie. what happened to no questions asked?" 

Jimin smirked. 

**

"Stay here," Jimin kissed Jungkook's forehead as he got up from the couch where they sat in the lobby, waiting for something, or someone.

"Nowhere to go," Jungkook hunkered down his shoulders with an obvious scoff. 

"And don't talk to anybody," Jimin pointed, asserting his point. 

He turned around and asked two guards to stay behind. The moment Jimin disappeared off to a meeting room, Jungkook sighed with a big grin on his face while getting up from the couch. "Are you guys hungry?" The two guards, who stood stiffly as if their bones were unbendable, looked at each other and shook their heads.  "Well, I am. Why don't you go and fetch me something?"

Jungkook knew by now that he did possess some authority on account of Jimin and he wasn't shy to use it from time to time. One of the guards bowed before leaving to get something from the vending machine.

Jungkook hopped over to the receptionist and waved at her. The one guard who remained behind him, his eyes faltered as he wanted to stop Jungkook from talking, but he knew he was stuck between the two lovers. This dynamic was taking a toll on all the employees who thought that Jungkook really didn't deserve to be in all this, being only a teenager, he was uncontrollable. It was extremely difficult to watch over a spoiled kid who seemed to be daddy's favorite. 

"What is this building? Does Jimin come here often?" He asked the lady who began to form an answer with her smile before her words. 

"Sir, I think the boss would want you to sit and wait." The guard with difficulty expressed his distress. 

"I know," Jungkook perched his elbows over the counter and batted his eyes over the older male. "But I don't want to sit there and wait. I want to talk to this sweet lady."

"It's okay," the lady nodded at the guard understandingly. She was trained for the situations like these, knowing Jimin and many other special guests who came for Park Sooin. 

Meanwhile, Jimin took his seat beside the old man in the wheelchair, and a discomfort washed over him when he spotted Kim Leena coming into the room from the second entry. The feeling of uneasiness would be invalid if Jungkook wasn't in the same building as him, nevertheless, he knew he had to wing it.

"I wasn't aware that you were coming tonight," Jimin asked the woman who kept her faux smile on her lips, only observing the man's features to pick something from. 

"I am a business woman, Jimin. If there is anyone who should know this about me, I put my trust in you to know so." She spoke, leaning ahead to prop her hands over the table as her tone picked a flirtatious lilt.

Jimin looked at his godfather, the old man, Park Sooin. "I see you have a new alliance now, should I be worried for you?"

The man chuckled, prompting his hand over to Jimin so he held it. "I don't have to be worried as long as I have you with me," he dismissed the worry Jimin expressed. "Relax and let's talk like grown-ups."

Namjoon and Andre knew that whatever the reason might have been behind the meeting, mustn't be good. "I have information which could be beneficial for you, Jimin. I want something in exchange for it."

"I don't think there is anything that you can provide me, but please, go on. I am intrigued." Jimin composed himself and asked with a hint of amusement in his tone. The disrespect was clear in his smirk over his face.

"I know about the fire in your warehouse and the murder of your crew," Kim Leena began and Jimin glanced at the old man. "I didn't mean to pry, but it just came up when I paid a visit to Mr. Park a few weeks ago."

The blonde raised his eyes threateningly at the lady Kim. "So? What is it that you know about it that I don't? And what might you be interested in?" Jimin knew that Leena wanted a property near Cremisi mountain. The same property was Park Sooin's fifteen years ago, but Jimin proved his loyalty to acquire that as his prize and worth. 

"I know who was behind the attack, Jimin. I can give you the name. I am sure you can ask them about the motive yourself." 

"First and foremost, the man who detonated the order to set the warehouse on fire, he has long since dead," Jimin now stood up, fixing his jacket's zipper and his gloves. Namjoon and Andre stood right after him. "And the next thing is, I am not willing to see you anywhere near Cremisi."

Jimin could see that the 60-year-old was about to interject so he quickly knelt in front of the wheelchair, placing his gloved hands over his thighs and firmly, squeezing them until the man's face contorted in pain. "This is my final decision, father. I won't be convinced otherwise. I am glad we had this conversation today."

He stood up, leaving afflicted partied behind, and swaggered away towards the exit door of the big board room. Just as he stepped out, he found Jungkook eating fries out of a box while talking to the woman by the reception. "It was so bad," Jungkook stifled a peal of loud laughter. "You should have seen the look at Jimin's face. He was looking at the cake as if it was a bomb and would jump on him." 

The lady joined in into the fit as she laughed herself. "I was laughing at it the whole time," Jungkook banged his hand over the counter twice and wiped the tears that were coming out of his eyes. Jimin rolled his eyes at the boy and resisted an intense urge to give him punishment right against the same counter. "Can you believe it? He never eats anything from outside, like these fries. He wouldn't eat these. He only eats in those overly expensive places and things made by his home chefs."

"Okay, I think she got it," Jimin stepped towards him to drag him out as quickly as he could, but Jungkook wasn't in the mood for it yet.

"No," he pushed Jimin's gloved hand away from his waist. "I think I am not explaining it well." He alluded, looking over at Jimin's poker face before he turned towards the woman again. "Like it really sucked. He got an upset stomach after eating from there." 

Jimin gnawed over his lips before grabbing Jungkook's mouth to shut it and dragged him away from the lobby while the teen kept muffling in an attempt to continue the story. 

**

"More?" Hoseok asked a completely naked Xang Liu as she lay on a king-sized bed of the condo. 

The woman whimpered, desperately nodding with her hooded eyes, nibbling over her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming. Hoseok turned the vibrator's speed up and she gasped, arching her back and the man on top of her smirked. "You like it rough like a leg spreading little slut, don't you?" 

"I do, I-I love it!" She screamed out, grabbing Hoseok's arm that was holding onto the vibrator. 

"What if I stop now?" Hoseok asked, dipping his head down to bite over her bosom. 

"Please don't!" The lady pushed the head in even more if that was possible.

"Then would you do what I ask you to? No questions asked?" The man asked who was dressed entirely in his three-piece suit, looking as though he was ready for Thanksgiving dinner. 

"Anything you want, Hobi!" Xang Liu pulled the man over to kiss him fervently. Hoseok let himself be kissed as the lady wanted while pushing the vibrator in and out of her. He did have fun with her so he decided to not kill her yet. The priority here was to find out the truth about his possible birth mother, but Xang Liu's naked body and her offerings delayed Hoseok's plan and changed his priorities just a little bit. 

He saw Cosimo Russo calling him, but he chose to ignore the call and stopped his hand from shoving the vibrator into the lady's vaginal entrance. "Get on all fours, darling. I will explore something new in you today."

[13 Mar, 2022]

Chapter Text

"My mother is cooking tonight, do you want to come, Jungkook?" 

"I am sorry, Insu. I don't think Jimin will be okay with it," Jungkook replied slowly in dejection. The idea of being in control of Jimin wasn't suiting well with him, but when he had to articulate it out loud, it reminded him yet again that he was doing something he absolutely loathed. Sighing, he changed the topic. "You know, when I was a kid, my mother called me judgemental."

Insu chuckled out a puff of breath with amusement over his face. "That's a very odd thing to say."

"And there's a funny story too. My uncle came over to our house and I was so shy that I started looking at my flip-flops. I still remember that they were worn out. He asked me what I wanted to become and I told him that I wanted to become a judge because my mother thinks I am judgemental."

Insu guffawed in response.

"His first thought must have been to explain to me that being a judge meant the exact opposite," Jungkook added meekly as he simultaneously cleared out his drawer. 

"I am sure he didn't know how to correct you without sounding sarcastic that you were being stupid. Either way, only a limited number of judges are needed in the world." Insu walked over to Jungkook and helped him with the last item in his drawer.

"It's strange that the boss left and changed her number," Jungkook stated, breathing out deliberately and feeling a bit sorrowful at his farewell. Albeit they only worked together for a few days, he would have loved to know more about the other boy. 

"Y-yeah," Insu agreed with Jungkook. "Are you really sure that she is with her daughter and not in any sort of trouble?"

"I am sure," Jungkook nodded to confirm as he stood straight and rubbed his palms together. "I didn't talk to her myself, but Jimin had her checked after the attack. I trust him that he wouldn't lie to me."

Insu understood and nodded, looking down with a sympathetic look over his face. "Hey? What is it? If you want to say something-"

"It's silly, Jungkook. It's probably nothing." Insu denied, waving his hand in front of the boy. 

"Come on! I know we couldn't spend more time together, but you are my friend. Please tell me if you have something in mind."

"It's about your boyfriend... I- I don't get good vibes from him. I am sure he's really nice if you are with him, but the way he controls you is something I can never endure, personally speaking. I hope you are happy and safe."

Jungkook's smile dropped off his face and he didn't know what was he supposed to say. He knew it was a toxic trait, but he liked Jimin so much and wanted to believe him. After Jimin came clear that he was doing all this to protect him, he knew he would have to be a little more patient and give some more time to the older. "He's nice, don't worry. He takes care of me well." Jungkook put his palm over Insu's arm, surprisingly feeling the muscles, and suddenly pulling away when he reflected that Jimin was waiting for him right outside in the car. 

"I- I will leave now. But please stay in touch. It would be a shame if we stopped talking." Jungkook hesitantly hugged Insu and the boy returned it heartily. 

"Jungkook-ah, you are my first friend in the city. How can I ever forget you? I will be in touch." Insu promised, rubbing his hand over Jungkook's back, and the boy smiled while pulling away. 

"Bye," he mumbled softly. 

Insu saluted him before Jungkook stalked out and a man opened the car door for him. "I pronounce myself not impressed by the way you were clinging onto that boy," Jimin stated eerily, his head dipped down to be looking at the device. 

"And I now pronounce you jealous." 

"Do you remember Andre's birthday?" Jimin asked, craning his neck very slowly towards Jungkook to see the blush over his face. It was last month when Jimin flew Jungkook to Dubai along with a few of his men. The memory that overwhelmed them was one particular one. Of Jungkook getting naked in their hotel room and begging to be tied to the bedpost and fucked hard. Jimin did tend to the request after not touching Jungkook for so long. He couldn't forget the memory ever, even if he wanted to. Jungkook gave him the night of his life. 

**

Xang Liu downloaded a few files on the system. The hospital was dimly-lit in the server room where she was hiding with Hoseok. The man had her wrapped around his finger that she was doing everything she was asked, and that too without worrying about getting caught or any question. 

"Print these for me, honey," Hoseok kissed her cheeks and she nodded as she transferred the files into the Pendrive. Pulling herself up and walking up to the reception area where she had a printer, she began to talk to the already working employee. Hoseok had his face covered under the mask as he followed her and when Xang Liu exchanged words with her friend. Hoseok decided he didn't want to stay close so he walked away.

He waited in the lobby when the lady returned to him with a folder in her hand. Snatching it quickly, Hoseok started filing out towards the elevator and Xang Liu had to keep up with the ambling man. "Hobi? Slow down!" She recited. Hoseok waited inside the elevator to let the woman in. She stared at Hoseok questioningly as the elevator began to descend down while huffing. "What's wrong?"

"I have just received a text and I need to be somewhere right now." The man answered, stepping close to her to fluster her. 

"Oh," she meekly let out, wavering her eyes along the man's expanse of the build. "Are we still meeting at night though?"

"Mm," Hoseok scrunched his face in ridicule. "I think it will take some time."

"Okay," Xang Liu doubted if Hoseok was with her for the files all along and now that he has secured them, he was acting up. But then again, it was too soon to jump to the conclusion. This still didn't put her at ease. "I will call you."

**

Later at night, Taehyung was in his room when Kim Leena knocked at his door. "Yes?" The man husked, not wanting to be disturbed. 

"You haven't eaten." The lady invited herself in. 

"I was working, mother. I will later. You should sleep," he pried over to the wall clock. "It's almost midnight."

Leena shook her head, chuckling a bit sadly. "I can't sleep these days. I miss your father more around this time."

Taehyung closed the folder he was working in and as an obedient son, sat up on the bed to share his mother's discomfort. As Leena sat beside him, he reached over to hold her hand and softly patted it. "It's your anniversary month. I understand. Why don't you go out of town for some time? I want you to take a relaxing trip."

Leena looked up lovingly at the son who cared deeply about her. She often wondered how her sons turned out to be absolute chivalrous gentlemen when she has lived with neither Taehyung nor Yoongi to teach them manners. "I appreciate the thought, but I can't. Not at least until I am in the middle of my discussion with Jimin and Park Sooin." 

The name of Jimin's made Taehyung's body stiffen. "I could have ended Park Jimin today if I got the chance." He gushed. 

"Shh now," Kim Leena widened her eyes. "We need to be patient, Taehyung. All at the right time."

Taehyung smiled, shaking his head softly, eyes focused and body now turning to its original state. "If you say so, mother. You have eyes for something he has. Similarly, I also have eyes on something he has."

"What do you mean?" Kim Leena was suddenly jumpy, wanting to know what Taehyung wanted that she didn't know of. 

"I will tell you at the right time. First, tell me why do you want the Cremisi property so bad?" Taehyung asked, lips now curling up into an amusing smile. 

"Your father wanted it. I also want it for emotional purposes. Don't hide anything from me. What is it that you want?"

Taehyung looked at the woman leisurely, thinking of a face that he wasn't able to forget out of many things. When he set the attack on Jungkook in the restaurant, he wasn't aware that the glasses were bulletproof and it only made him laugh at himself. He prepared himself better for the next time, knowing how Jimin wasn't just a careless man even in the cocoon of his own safety. At that time, he hadn't seen Jungkook up close and only wanted to avenge his father's death by taking everything and anything he could from the killer. "It's few of his rifles he had imported from the states, mother."

"Since when do you have interest in rifles?" Leena's brow furrowed as she asked. No matter how much she wanted him to be involved in the supposed revenge plan. She only wanted Taehyung's intellect to execute her own agenda. Thinking that Taehyung might have direct involvement in weapons terrified her. She loved both her sons and wanted to keep them safe at any cost. 

"Since never, I will have them destroyed, just like Jimin's warehouse. You should trust me, mother." Taehyung laughed, hiding the fact that he wasn't the gentleman his mother wanted him to be anymore. He hadn't been since long. Ever since he was told about his father's murder, he had rage festering inside him, poisoning his mind for revenge. He wanted Jimin to suffer like no one ever has before.

Leena smiled now. "I will leave you be, then. Eat before sleeping."

Getting up, she resigned after Taehyung assured her that he would.

After the attack on the restaurant, he stumbled Jungkook outside his house. The boy had no clue who he was, neither did he notice him. He developed an instant liking towards the boy since then. He kept this hidden from his mother as he didn't just want certain properties from Jimin, as far as his mother's plan was concerned, he wanted the man to be on his knees, begging. And he had come to know just the perfect way to do it with just one stone.

When he placed his next attack in the boutique where Jungkook worked, he was all ready to execute it till the end. The day would have been the last day of Jimin's life and he would have gotten Jungkook back home. The interruption surfaced when he found Jimin arriving there for Jungkook, like a snake guarding his treasure. He knew he couldn't do anything alone after his men were killed there.

Since then, he has been keeping an eye on Jungkook from distance. Had Jimin not taken Jungkook away with him to live in his mansion, he would've opted to act on his whims, going a little against his mother's wish. He knew what he planned was a bit different than what his mother asked him to do. But his patience was wearing thin and the end results were the same, Jimin's descent.

[19 Mar, 2022]

Chapter Text

Jungkook's eyes turned open and he watched in fearful anticipation in the corner of the darkroom. Jimin wasn't on the bed. It caused the boy to gasp and jolt up on the bed and reach for the table lamp. Once the lights were turned on, he breathed and kicked the duvet, and was running out of the room in the next moment. 

The mansion was calm and steady, unwary of the hustle in the outside world. This alone made Jungkook like this place. On the ground floor near Jimin's home office, the teen could see the light streaming through from inside one door. "It's four in the morning." He mumbled. 

The scowl of confusion on Jungkook's face changed to curiosity as he heard grunting voices. He didn't expect what he saw inside — Jimin in a kendo robe from head to toe, a mask embellishing his face as he practiced with the sword. On registering the presence, Jimin turned around with agility and within a few steps, he was standing face-to-face with Jungkook, making the boy flinch and hiccup. 

"Hey, hey, it's me."

"I know," Jungkook glared with a pout, a hand reaching to clutch his heart while Jimin tried to take off his bamboo wood mask. "You were making sex voices."

With an airy chuckle, Jimin bit his lips while brushing his sweaty hair up. "Do I sound like this when I have sex with you?"

As the man seductively inched closer, Jungkook put up his hands in front of his chest, with an intention of blocking him, but Jimin grabbed the tiny waist and pulled him closer, letting the hands collide with his chest. "I don't think I sound like this. We should have sex right now so that I can confirm. Let's go."

Jungkook groaned when Jimin picked him up with ease and he heard the man's heart just going off like a machine gun. "Your heartbeats."

"They will calm." Jimin smiled, ascending the stairs with ease. "How did you wake up? You never woke up until late in the morning. Did you need anything?" Jimin now asked the teen, realizing he must've been scared of the darkness inside the room and panicked. 

"I thought in my sleep that someone was watching me from the corner of the darkroom and I woke up in a dark room. I hate you. Why would you leave me alone in pitch dark? The windows were also closed." Jungkook complained, making Jimin look at his chest while gripping the fabric in his fist. 

"I am sorry, sweetheart. I usually open windows when I come to practice, but I forgot today. Will you forgive me?" Jimin asked, pouting at his younger boyfriend and Jungkook only looked away with creases illustrating his forehead. 

"How about I take you out today? Just the two of us and no security." Jimin lied, waiting to say anything to cheer Jungkook up. 

"Can you let me go to college to take my finals?" Jungkook bargained instead. "I don't want to take them online."

Jimin thought for a moment, letting Jungkook down as they reached the bedroom door. "Okay... I will drop you and pick you up every day."

"Thank you," Jungkook now grinned. "And we had sex in Dubai. How can you still forget how you sound like in bed?" The teen now played with Jimin's collar, closing in on him to grind against his crotch. 

"You know, Jungkook," Jimin grabbed Jungkook's hands from around his neck and put them down. "I don't need sex in exchange for you being happy after I granted your wish. Come to me selflessly next time." With the wry words leaving his lips, he turned to the bathroom, making Jungkook just stand outside their bedroom and think how Jimin idolized and vilified him in the same breath.

Silence fell between them. With a faltering gaze, Jungkook rushed to the bed in embarrassment, looking down at his boner and curling his legs under the duvet to ignore it as he closed his eyes. He did feel a burst of happiness that might have driven him to seduce the older male, but ultimately he wanted to do it.  

**

Hoseok sat in a dark room of his penthouse. His phone had stopped blaring after he broke it. His eyes were on the verge of popping out. Each vein inside his retina was visibly red as he stared at the wall for he couldn't fathom how long. But it was long enough to stir worry in his friend's head to come and check upon him. "Is it hetero sex withdrawal symptom?" Cosimo Russo chuckled. 

Hoseok kept his eyes on the wall, not moving, and it seemed as if he wasn't breathing well. His chest only faintly moved up and down. "I might have found my birth mother."

Russo turned intrigued. "Is she alive?"

Hoseok got up from the bed without answering and walked over to the dresser to bring out certain papers along with one picture. "I think I long since doubted it was someone from my father's college. Did I tell you my father was a hoe? Like me?" He handed the papers to the man. 

"Jeng Moon and Jeon Sik were best friends and then Jeng moon fell in love with Jeng Afi. He stopped being hoe one day for her," Hoseok spoke those words dryly with no emotions. 

"You have only heard the stories from what your mother had told you, Hoseok. Do you really think she entirely told you the truth?"

Hoseok chuckled mysteriously. "I didn't trust her, that's why I am still looking for my mother even after who seemed to be my birth mother is now dead."

"Calm down, Hoseok. Let me take you out for a drink and let's get your head cleared, hm?" Cosimo put the papers on Hoseok's bed and stood up, but the other man was adamant to tell his story. 

"My mother was my father's neighbor, you know. He had fucked her like a slag she was. Then he fucked many others. I opened my eyes in an orphanage and grew up to be this hateful child. But you know who helped me? Park Sooin... He made me what I am today, but that old man also couldn't love me for long and more than he loved his precious Park Jimin."

Hoseok's words were so filled with hatred that Cosmio was sure he was going to act out and so he sent out texts to his men to surround the place. 

"I saw my father coming out of the hospital  in Seoul and imagine my surprise when I found Kim Leena coming out of there too."

Cosimo's eyes widened. "Is K-Kim Leena?"

Hoseok chuckled. "I thought so myself, but look at the papers again."

Cosimo picked up the paper and there was one picture of Kim Leena with her very pregnant belly as she stood up in front of the valley. 

Cosimo tried, but he couldn't see anything to catch his eye. 

"Kim Leena has been long married since she disappeared for two years. No one knew why and where and this was what we all knew. Only I didn't care about it until I spotted her with my father that day when I started to dig into her past, and I came to know she came here," Hoseok grabbed Cosimo's collar, shaking him. "She was staying in Hangzhou for two years."

"Doesn't that confirm the pregnancy and that you are her son?" The man asked softly in confusion.

Hoseok left the man's clothes and sighed. "It does, yes. But there is a big flaw. Even though her medical files say that she visited the hospital from February to December, the exact birth month is not mentioned. There are no bills of the delivery inside the file, which means, I can't exactly tell when did she give birth."

Cosimo was more confused than ever. 

"But then I looked at the picture...like really looked." Hoseok pointed. 

Cosimo's head averted to the picture as well. "There are plum blossom flowers behind her, Cosimo. This is a winter flower. And if Kim Leena was pregnant until winters, I can't be her son, because I was born in March."

"Oh, Hoseok," Cosimo now shot a pitiful look at his friend. 

"No need to be sorry for me, Cosimo," The man now came closer to the mafia friend and laughed at him in retaliation. "It's good news. I mean I don't know where this kid is, but the thing is, if this winter kid was born, he is around my age and he is hidden somewhere, and he is my father's other bastard like me. A man's best investment is a good woman, they say. Jeng Afi might be a good woman, but she is incapable of giving birth and it is my father's punishment. That mother fucker will never have a child that is not his bastard."

Hoseok's manic cackles erupted inside the room and Cosimo cautiously reached for a taser in his pocket. "And I will find him, and fucking kill him!" 

Just as Hoseok lurched towards the fruit knife sitting on the nightstand, Cosimo skulked after him and tased him. 

**

Jimin reached for a big wooden door carved with bronze details. He knocked on it before inviting himself in. A woman in a bodycon satin white uniform with a fabric black belt on her curved waist bowed at him. Smiling, Jimin dismissed her as he slumped on the traditional armchair.

"Jimin, son. I was wondering when you'd show up to see me," the old man spoke fondly. 

"When children can't walk, their parents teach them, but when the same parents get old, they forget how to walk and it is then the duty of the children to show them the right way, godfather."

Park Sooin smirked while mutely chuckling out air. "Do you think I haven't received your threat in the meeting room earlier that day?"

Jimin stood up so quickly and was sitting on the bed with the older man that the latter hardly could blink, but he knew Jimin, so he didn't flinch either. "Can I still trust you, father?"

"You might feel that I am not on your side, Jimin," the old man trailed off slowly while breathing leisurely. "But trust me, I have cleared out the roads to create many paths for you without you knowing. Even though we might feel this tug war between us, I am still proud of you and I care about you."

"You also seem to care about Kim's family a lot. I can't say I am surprised, but I am quite annoyed."

"Jimin," the old man's trembling hand raised up, and Jimin helped to hold it and settle it down on his lap. "I might have my reasons, but I trust you above anyone. I know there's something that you have been hiding from me. You can still confide in me if you want."

Jimin weighed down his options. He wasn't the one to trust anyone except Andre. When it came to Namjoon, he still kept a few reservations when he knew that the taller male would die for him without hesitation. But he knew if it was down to him and Park Sooin, the old man would of course choose himself, and so would he.

At the same time, he also knew he had nothing to lose. Park Sooin's empire was something he dreamed to have when the old man took him under his wing, but now, he had created an empire bigger than anyone could, and he could just as easily squish anyone if he wanted. So, he decided to test Park Sooin's loyalty. "Almost a decade ago, I found a diamond treasure around the Cremisi mountains. Half a million trees have to be cut down in order to harvest them," Jimin shrugged.

"But as no one except I and you know about it, they will keep lying there safely unless I wish otherwise." he continued and gauged Park Sooin's reaction behind his hollow eyes. 

[18 Apr 2022]