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Chapter 1 – Crash Dive
“Captain!” Kookie wrapped his knuckles across Officer Namjoon’s door and pressed his ears against the humid wood to listen for a response.
“Kookie, what is it?” Namjoon called from inside his quarters.
Kookie quickly turned the door knob and entered the room, “Captain! We have a code blue on the bridge Sir!” He barked, out of breath.
“Shit!” Namjoon threw his sandwich on the table, pulled on his jumpsuit, and grabbed his logs. He hurried past Commander Jeon Jungkook, leading the way back to the battle station. They navigated as quickly as possible through the tight corridors towards the aft of the Submarine where the other sailors manned the command center.
Kim Namjoon, the Submarine’s Senior Captain was a tall man standing at six feet; a giant compared to typical Submariners in the Korean nautical unit. Getting through the first flood chamber for a man of his size, was tricky. In order for him to crawl through the large port hole, he had to grasp the top of the water seal door and jump through by swinging his legs first into the next corridor. But despite his size, Kim Namjoon could traverse the tight halls of the nuclear Submarine as well as anyone on board. In fact, the younger, smaller Kookie found it difficult to keep up with him as they raced towards Command.
“Brief me,” Namjoon barked.
“Protestors, Sir,’ Kookie responded.
“Green Peace?” He questioned.
Kookie quickened his pace to keep up, “We aren’t sure, there’s seven pontoons headed our way as well as three tug boats. They’re fully armed with mobile scramblers Sir and they’ve threatened to attack us.”
“Where are the battle ship escorts?” The Captain wondered aloud.
“Blue Water, Sir. They’re racing back around 100 knots due west but there’s no guarantee they’ll get here in time to intercept.” Jeon Jungkook or “Kookie” as he was referred to on the Submarine, was well briefed and understood the danger of the situation.
The two continued to jungle gym their way towards aft center by swinging through the maze of corridors.
Namjoon chuckled at his young Commander, “It doesn’t matter, we have a “no-fire” rule on protestor’s, we’ve got to handle this with scalpel precision,”
“The no-fire rule does not apply to hostile aggression and attacks on National property, Sir,” Kookie smirked.
“Easy tiger. If the time comes where we need to blow shit out of the water, I promise to let you be the one to pull the trigger. For now, we need to engage in evasive maneuvers,” Namjoon continued on through the dark halls of the Submarine. It took less than five minutes for Namjoon and Commander Jungkook to arrive at the Command Center and take their seats.
“Captain on the bridge!” Yelled Commander, Kim Taehyung, also known as Vante by the crew.
Namjoon entered the small space, “Report,” he yelled brusquely.
“I’ve got three tugboats coming in fast, Sir. This is very unusual for protestors to show this level of aggression,” Vante explained.
“Are we SURE these aren’t just innocent unarmed fishing boats? Who’s done the analysis? I need a sound check and sonar sweep. Lt. Hwang, get your ears on. I need confirmation that these are NOT fishing boats.” Namjoon walked behind the battle stations, watching each of the monitors.
“Yes, Sir,” Hwang responded. Lt. Jung Hwang was the Submarine’s Electronic Warfare Engineer, responsible for engaging the Submarine’s defenses to protect it from attack. He was also the senior sonar specialist on board trained to analyze electromagnetic energy and infrared homing missiles. If the protestors were planning an attack to take down the Sub’s communication, Hwang would be the first to detect it.
“Sir, they’re coming in fast,” Vante belted.
“How much time?” Captain Namjoon asked.
“Ten minutes at the most,” Vante confirmed.
“Start the engines, we’ve got to get the fuck out of here,” Captain Namjoon stopped to once again look over Hwang’s shoulder, “Lt. Hwang, do you have confirmation on the tugboats, are they protestors or fishing boats?”
“Sir, these are not fishing boats. Sonar is detecting fully armed electromagnetic energy. This is for real, Sir,” Hwang said shakily.
“They are loaded down with weapons, Sir. What the fuck?” Kookie interjected.
“What is base saying? Who are these guys and why are they coming in so hot?” Namjoon looked to Vante.
“Captain, base believes this could be an attack but they don’t know who’s sponsoring them,” Kookie informed.
“SHIT! How did they get in these waters undetected? Where’s our fucking escort? Commander Jin, do we have enough room to get this Sub underwater?” Captain yelled.
Commander Jin took a quick look at his map, “Sir, yes Sir, but it’s going to be tight. We are firmly wedged in green water now, but we have a drop off about 200 meters ahead. If we can get there quickly, we can submerge and avoid them completely and travel right underneath them untouched.
“Damnit, I don’t like that choice. Any other solutions?” The Captain yelled. The bridge was quiet. It was becoming clear that the only possible escape was to initiate a very dangerous rapid descent to get the $900 million dollar Submarine out of harm’s way.
With the Submarine being docked in green water, they were a sitting target. Green water in the general sense was defined as the area directly around the shore. Their normal military escorts, a series of heavily armed battle ships, were stationed further out into the Sea of Japan. The KSS - 091 with 120 men on board, was docked temporarily for what should have been one last routine supply pick up before they headed back home. The sudden appearance of aggressive protestors was something that no one could have predicted. It was especially suspicious how well armed they were, even possessing military style scramblers that could be used to attack the Submarine’s communication system. The KSS – 091 was fully surfaced and a literal sitting target as it sat in the bay of Sacheon with no armed protection.
Namjoon and the rest of his crew were all thinking the same thing; these were not simple protestors despite what was being told to them by the Navy base. These were terrorists who had been sent specifically to affect a crippling attack.
“You know my trigger finger is always at the ready, Sir,” Kookie reminded the Captain that he DID in fact have other options.
“Not an option Kookie. God forbid we fire on these clowns and later find they were an innocent group of hippies who just got lost at sea. It could start an International incident.” Namjoon turned to Submarine Navigator, Kim Seokjin, also known as Jin by the crew, “Jin? We only have 200 meters to dive? Confirm?”
“Yes, Sir, which means – w-we gotta’ haul ass,” Jin said clearly.
“Enemy approaching in less than nine minutes, Sir!” Vante yelled again.
“Hobi, get us the fuck out of here,” the Captain finally relented.
Lieutenant Commander Jung Hoseok, the ship’s senior Quartermaster, also known by the crew as Hobi, confirmed the Admiral’s orders, “Crash Dive, Sir?”
“Yes, with a heavy emphasis on the crash part,” the Captain confirmed.
“Eight minutes until contact Captain,” Vante yelled.
“Start the engines, set a course for bearing 0.45 degrees East, proceed at 12 knots,” Commander Seokjin instructed.
Captain Namjoon faced his men on the bridge, “Alright sailor, our first priority is to protect this Submarine. We got 600 tons of nuclear power on this baby and we can’t allow some group of disgruntled grocery store employees to jeopardize her. This is not going to be pretty, but if we want to avoid engaging these mother fuckers, we’ve got to get out of here. Emergency masks now. Lieutenant Wook, check the pressure in all of the oxygen tanks. Cut the dehumidifier for now until we’re under. Close the air induction tanks. Engage full battery power to stabilize the electrical system. We’re going to need every ounce of power to get out of here fast.”
“Ay, Sir,” Lt. Wook, the ships Operations captain, obeyed.
The massive turbines below them began to turn and a quiet hum traveled through the ship from stern to bow. The panels in the center of the control room lit sequentially across the hundreds of computers and monitors that occupied the space. Everything was quite peaceful and routine, until it wasn’t.
A loud blaring siren erupted on the bridge, coupled by a red flashing light that threw crimson shadows into the faces of the crew. “Emergency, Emergency, Emergency,” screeched an electronic voice from the terrain monitoring system.
“Hobi, hold her stable,” Captain yelled.
Hobi did not respond. His focus was on increasing the speed to pull the slumbering ship to sail. The sound of scraping metal could be heard as the Submarine gently passed over the jagged rocks in the shore.
“Four minutes, Sir,” Vante updated the crew on the enemy boats’ location. “Commander Jin you promised we would haul ass. This is not ass-hauling. Faster please,” Vante interjected a slight air of humor to relieve some of the pressure of the very tense situation.
The next command came from Commander Jin, “30 degrees down angle in the bow plains, turn right in 3…2…1…0, course 1013, increase speed to 26 knots.”
Lt. Hobi repeated the command, “Course set at 1013, 30 degrees down angle, right turn, 26 knots.”
It took less than two minutes to clear the shore and get the large Sub to the drop off point where they could dive.
“Escorts are almost here, Sir. They’re trying to signal,” Vante explained.
“Now they fucking show up? Tell them they’re too late!” Captain said angrily.
“No can-do, Sir. I’ve had to cut communications and engage the invisibility cloak. We’re dead in the water. They won’t be able to hear us or detect us,” Hwang smiled.
“Good job, Hwang. No need to worry, once they see that we’ve left port, they’ll know where we are,” Captain agreed.
“I’m playing defense Sir. I’ve set off the echolocation jamming system and sent the signal to all three of the protestor’s tug boats consecutively. I’ve completely brought down their communications. They’re running blind,” Kookie laughed.
“Excellent. See there’s more than one way to destroy the enemy, Kookie,” Captain said.
“Shooting them is more fun though, Sir,” Kookie responded.
“Sir, it looks like the protestors have already seen us. I’m monitoring the periscope, we’ve been spotted,” Vante advised.
“You’re full of good news aren’t you, Vante?” The Captain teased, cool as a cucumber despite the peril.
“Set depth at 90 meters, set hydroplanes at 30 degrees,” Commander Jin barked.
“Depth, 90 meters, dive angle at 30 degrees” Hobi confirmed.
“Let’s GO. Flood the ballast tanks,” Commander Jin yelled.
“Hold on gentlemen,” Hobi flooded the ballast tanks which reduced the buoyancy of the submarine causing it to rapidly submerge.
“Start the oxygen flow now, masks on!” The Captain repeated himself and pulled his mask over the front of his face.
“More bad news, Sir. They’re firing on us,” Vante said in disbelief.
“Not very bright are they? Sir, I’ve got a torpedo locked and loaded…” Kookie attempted to make another argument for firing upon them.
“Kookie, I said no.” The Captain said firmly, secretly impressed by Kookie’s constant willingness to fight.
The sirens sounded even more loudly. All 120 crew members from the command center down to the engines dawned their masks and braced for the drastic changes in pressure that would beat their bodies and destabilize their balance as they dove beneath the ocean’s surface.
“Deep breath boys. Hobi – take her down. DIVE - DIVE – DIVE!” The Captain’s voice was muffled by the oxygen mask that he held over his face.
“Captain - the battle ships have engaged and are returning fire to the protestors,” Vante updated.
“SHIT! SIR! S -s-something’s headed our way,” Hwang informed. He squinted to look at his monitor for verification of what he was seeing, “FUCK, they’ve fired a shoulder launch missile at the dorsal,” Hwang screamed.
“Shit. Hobi can you change the trajectory?” Captain barked.
“Not in the middle of the dive, Sir, that would tear her in half,” Hobi responded morosely.
“EMERGENCY EMERGENCY EMERGENCY EMERGENCY,” The foreboding red light and ship’s warning alarms continued to sound, ratcheting up the tensile environment.
“We’re almost under, increase speed to 30 knots,” Jin yelled.
“INCOMING!” Vante screamed.
“Brace, we’re gonna’ take a hit!” The Captain strapped himself quickly in his seat and gripped the cross bar.
Hobi’s voice reverberated over the chaos, “The drastic change in pressure switched off the rudder indicator, I can’t monitor our depth.”
“’l’ll switch it back on Hobi, I can reach it,” Hwang yelled back as he bolted from his seat.
“NO SAILOR, STAY IN YOUR SEAT AND BRACE!” The Captain yelled passionately.
Kookie grabbed after Hwang to try to pull him back but it was too late. Hwang was already out of his seat and sprinting across the deck to reach the indicator switch. A loud thunderous boom, followed by violent shaking was felt by the crew. The Submarine rocked so violently that the crew members on the bridge were all thrown forward, smashing their heads into the monitors in front of them. Hwang, the only one not seated, was lifted into the air and propelled at maximum speed into the side panel below the periscope. The loud crack from the sound of his back breaking bounced throughout the main cabin causing all of the crew members to scream for him. It was by God’s mercy that Hwang was knocked unconscious, because the horrific nature of his mangled, injured body would have been enough to send him into cardiac arrest.
The alarm still blared, the red strobe light burned their faces with it’s message of impending doom.
Captain Namjoon ripped away his mask and made eye contact with every single sailor as he lifted a finger and warned, “Do not move. Man your battle stations, we cannot help him until this Sub is out of danger. All Units, damage report now, GO!”
“We took a big hit, sir. But pressure is normal, oxygen at full capacity,” Lt. Wook.
“Dive is completed and ballast tanks are full at 100% capacity,” Commander Seokjin informed calmly. He too ripped away his mask after noting the stability of the oxygen tanks.
“Rudders are intact and operational, I have control of the Submarine, Sir,” Hobi reported. He to pulled off his mask, sensing that the immediate threat was past them.
“Is the hull breached?” Namjoon looked around the bridge for water leaks or signs of hull damage.
Commander Jin answered the question, “Negative, hull intact. We are fully submerged and have reached cruising depth.”
“Did these stupid fuckers just fire on a nuclear sub? Who are these dumb asses?” Kookie murmured as he checked the Submarine’s sonar and EA systems. He pulled his mask away and rested it upon the top of his head, “Uh-uh Sir, I’ve taken over the monitoring of Hwang’s station while he’s injured, looks like all sonar and radar communications are still online. The invisibility cloak is still activated. We do have one small outage in the guidance sonar, but it looks like the backup has kicked in. My systems are fully operational as well and I am perfectly capable of firing at your command. Please let me shoot these fuckers, Sir.”
A voice chimed through the intercom, “All readings in the nuclear chambers are normal. Torpedoes are at rest. Batteries at full power. No damage to the engines. Everything is normal down here, Captain.”
“Vante, where did we take the hit?” The Captain unstrapped himself and resumed his position behind Jungkook.
“Looks like they just grazed us Sir. Most of the damage is around the dorsal portion of the sail.” It was a shoulder launcher and the size of the missile was pretty small. But we managed to go under just before it made contact so they only caught the upper corner of the sail,” Vante’s nose was bloodied from his collision with his instruments. He grabbed a handkerchief from the back pocket of his jumpsuit and plugged his wound.
Captain Namjoon ran over to take Hwang’s pulse, “Kookie, Hwang is down. I need you to remove the invisibility cloak and send a call out to base. They need to know that we took a hit and we have at least one injured.”
Namjoon picked up the intercom and spoke to the entire ship, “Do we have any more injuries on board?” He waited for about 45 seconds for a response from his crew. “I will take that as a negative. We have a man gravely injured in the command center, Medic approach ASAP. Hobi, Jin, are we stable?”
“There’s a small anomaly coming from…,” Hobi began.
“Fuck anomalies, ARE WE STABLE? Can we surface? We’ve got to get Hwang to the hospital,” Captain Namjoon replied.
“Control, this is KSS – 091, we’ve been fired upon and we’ve taken a hit. We have an injured man on board. Do you copy?” Kookie’s stable and commanding voice could be heard speaking into his headset.
“Copy that KSS -091. What is your location?”
“We’re about 90 meters below the surface. Coordinates? Uh, Commander Jin, where the fuck are we?” Kookie covered the mic on his headset to get Jin to feed him their location, “We’re 41 degrees north 24’ west, 12.2N 2 degrees 10’26.5” E,” Kookie repeated the call signals that Jin provided.
A group of three Medics rushed into the command center to tend to still unconscious Hwang. “We need to get him help. His pulse is unsteady and he’s barely breathing,” one of the Medics explained as they strapped Hwang to the flat orange board and secured his head.
“We had to do a crash dive. We were hit, we have an injured man. Can we surface? Has the enemy been neutralized?” Kookie demanded.
“Your battleship escort DDH 975 took them out. Nine members of the militia have been arrested, the rest of them are dead. It is ok to surface. We’ll have Navy paramedics ready to meet you in port.”
“Militia?” Namjoon repeated, “I knew they weren’t fucking protestors,” he spat angrily.
A few drops of blood dripped onto Kookie’s hand. He rubbed his temple and realized that he had a quarter sized gash in the side of his head that had begun to seep blood. Looking around, it appeared that all of the members had minor scrapes and cuts but it was only Hwang who was gravely injured. Once the Medics had him properly secured, they lifted him to carry him back to sick bay. Hwang looked horrible, the entire left side of his face was caved in from the collision. His nose was broken, his jaw was broken and both of his orbital bones were collapsed. The crew maintained professionalism, but they grew more and more concerned each minute that help for Hwang was delayed.
“Jin, Hobi, you heard them, let’s get this baby to the surf…,” the Captain’s sentence was interrupted by a desperate call signal from Control again.
“KSS – 091, we have a problem,” The voice loomed from Control.
“What, are we not cleared to surface?” Kookie asked.
“One of the tugboats escaped – the tugboat with the scrambler.”
“What? Why can’t DDH 975 take it out?” Namjoon questioned
“The boat’s too fast, plus they’ve got their hands full with the prisoners from the attack. KSS – 091, we need a favor. From your position, you can catch them. You have permission to fire,” Control explained.
Captain Namjoon stared at his radio as if it had horns, “Repeat that? You want us to engage and fire on these unknowns? We don’t even know who they are or who’s backing them. This could cause problems if we blow them out of the water.”
“Captain Namjoon, this is Vice Admiral Wu,” a new, more authoritative voice was now speaking from the Control center.
“Namjoon snapped to attention and saluted the Vice Admiral even though they could not see each other, “Pleasure to hear from you Sir.”
“Pleasure is all mine. Your crew has done a great job, but Captain, we need you to catch that boat. They have a military grade scrambler on board that could wreak havoc with our fleet. We need them stopped.” Vice Admiral Wu had a stern, but worried tone to his voice.
“Yes, Sir,” Namjoon responded, “we will be in touch once we have completed the task.”
Kookie, understanding fully what this meant, broke into a little dancing shimmy in his seat.
The Captain closed down the radio and then turned to face his men, “Crew! You heard the Vice Admiral. Let’s go get em’.”
“Kookie, with Hwang down, I need you to be both offense and defense, can you do that for this one mission?” Namjoon was now looking intently at Kookie waiting for an answer.
“Yes, Sir. You can count on me,” Kookie said confidently.
“Sir, the boat’s location just came through email,” Commander Jin advised. “Hobi, set course for 0.63, 30 knots due east.”
Hobi confirmed, “0.63, 30 knots east.”
Kookie was now monitoring six different instruments at once, but his primary focus was on the FIRE button for his precious torpedo, “Based on our speed we should be within firing distance in about three minutes. But Hobi we need to decrease our depth by 15 meters and raise to periscope depth. This target is very fast and traveling on the surface, you’ve got to give me a little more room to work with.
“You got it, dump the ballast, we need to raise 15 meters to periscope depth, maintain speed, steady ahead,” Jin called out new instructions to Hobi.
“Careful, we’ve got to stay submerged. We’re in good position to sneak up behind them. They’ll never see us coming.” Admiral Namjoon smiled. His mood reflected that of his entire crew. It was going to be nice to get a little revenge on this gang of rogue ‘whoever-they-were’ who had entered peaceful waters intent upon death and destruction. And as a result, one of their most valuable men was injured and damn near killed.
“Invisibility cloak on, we are dead in the water,” Kookie called out.
“Good,” Captain responded.
“We are closing in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, firing distance achieved, Sir,” Kookie called out again.
“Firing distance, maintain, slow to 15 knots and hold steady,” Commander Jin instructed Hobi.
“Vante, you got eyes on the target?” Kookie asked
“It aligns with radar, they’re right there for the taking. All yours Kookie,” Vante smiled.
“Fire at will,” Captain Namjoon motioned with his hand.
“Affirmative, fire at will,” Kookie confirmed with a slight smirk, “Loading the tunnel, launching the torpedo.”
A loud clicking could be heard from the belly of the Sub’s robotic arm that positioned the torpedo into place.
Kookie flexed his index finger and hovered it over the glowing red button, “Releasing the torpedo in 3, 2, 1, FIRE,” he depressed the button firmly and held it in place until he heard the “swoooosh” sound of the underwater torpedo exiting the firing chamber of the Submarine. Vante switched the images of the digital camera to the screen within the command station so that the entire crew could watch Kookie’s torpedo find it’s target. The heat seeker on the nose of the bomb sniffed out the warm motor of the speeding boat. Kookie watched as his sleek metal cannon whistled through the water at over 3 knots.
The fleeing dissidents gripped the deck rails, arrogantly believing they’d escaped retaliation by the Republic of Korea Naval fleet. The leaders of the terrorist militia cursed profanities at the Korean forces as he steered the tug boat through the choppy waters, he chattered, blissfully ignorant of the desperate fate that awaited him.
The torpedo from KSS-091 struck with deadly silence, yielding so much power that is completely sliced through the bow of the terrorist’s boat before lodging into the engine. The wide eyes of the walking dead watched helplessly as the lodged torpedo ticked a few seconds – and then exploded. The fiery storm could be seen all the way back to the Control center of the Navy base.
The crew aboard the KSS – 091 erupted in applause. Person after person punched Kookie in the shoulders and slapped him on the back with congratulatory praises for his pin point accuracy.
“Good job Kookie, uncloak us please so we can reestablish communications. We’ve wasted enough time, we’ve got to get Hwang back on dry land,” Namjoon reminded. The mood on the ship instantly fell silent again and the crew was reminded of their injured brother who lay close to death in the sick bay.
“Affirmative, Sir.” Kookie reactivated their sonar and unscrambled their signals so they were once again recognizable. “KSS- 091 to Control. We have neutralized the target, we’re on our way back home. Repeat, we are surfacing and returning to base. Do you copy?”
“Yes, we copy. Good job KSS – 091, this is the stuff of legends,” Control center applauded their efforts.
“We’re approximately one hour away travel distance at 30 knots, but Sir, we are still registering some anomalies. I strongly suggest we don’t push this big bitch until we’ve had full diagnostics run by the maintenance engineer to assess the damage. Something isn’t quite right,” Hobi advised.
Commander Jin interceded, “We’re losing hydraulic power in the left rudder. We can’t run over 12 knots, that means double the time back to base. Hwang can’t hold on that long.”
Namjoon shook his head, “Kookie get base back on the line. Tell them we need a helicopter extraction for the wounded ASAP. They can be here in about five minutes and back at base in fifteen.”
Jungook nodded and immediately hailed home base “KSS – 091 to Control. We’ve got a wounded paw which is going to delay our return to port. Captain Namjoon is requesting a helicopter for an emergency extraction for an injured sailor.”
“Roger, sending the Air Medic Unit. Surface the submarine and then check back with your coordinates. Helicopter ETA is eight minutes,” Control affirmed.
“Alright boys, let’s bring her up - slowly.” Namjoon picked up the ship intercom and sent a message to sick bay telling them to prepare Hwang to be air lifted to the hospital. “I’ll escort him to the top and wait with him. In the meantime, we got a full deck of injured men. Nothing major, but they’re bleeding all over my equipment, can we get a Medic up here to get them stitched up?”
Kookie turned away from the monitor, still holding a make shift bandage to his head, “Permission to escort Commander Hwang to the helicopter, Sir? He’s my partner and it feels only right that I be there with him.”
The Captain didn’t hesitate to give his permission, “Yeah, I know you two are close. I see no problem with that Kookie. Get suited up and meet them in sick bay. Vante will get the latch open once we surface.”
The team of Medics, flanked by Kookie, slowly crawled Hwang up the sail through the open hatch. Overhead, the Medic helicopter hovered in place while the team lowered a long plastic gurney suspended on a single rope. Kookie and two of the members of the Submarine’s medical team balanced themselves on the slippery deck of the surfaced submarine. Once the helicopter gurney was within reach, Jungkook tip toed to grab the edge and guide it in closer to where Hwang lay on the spine stabilizer board. They strapped him to the helicopter gurney and signaled to the Pilot to lift him off. But before he went, Kookie leaned over to say a few words to his unconscious body, “You’re a hero Hwangie. You’re going to be ok, ok? I’ll come visit as soon as can buddy.” He grasped Hwang’s limp hand and held it tightly as the helicopter lifted him off. With a click of his heels and a taught stiff hand raised diagonally to his forehead, he saluted Hwang as he flew away in the helicopter.
***
Blowin’ Smoke
Jungkook rode his motorcycle down the pier’s embankment and parked it at the water’s edge. Submarine KSS- 1013, the second Sub in the KSS fleet, was docked at the port and being heavily guarded by military personnel, all of whom had their guns drawn at full attention. The atmosphere seemed unusually tense for a Sub that was docked at rest.
KSS – 1013 was the oldest in the fleet of Submarines for the South Korean Navy. She was the first full nuclear Sub that could protect herself in blue water. Older subs were only self-sufficient in green water or brown water where they could be accompanied by armed tug boats or bomb bearing battleships. But the KSS -1013 broke that mold and became the baddest bitch of the sea. She was the mother of them all; spanning over 3000 feet long and weighing over 200 tons. She moved like an elephant through the water but what she lacked in speed, she more than made up for in fire power. Unlike his own Sub KSS -091, the KSS – 1013 boasted a rich history of exstended combat missions in the most dangerous of situations. She was the only Sub in service stationed off the coast during the Gulf War where South Korea joined the allied forces. The crew of the KSS – 1013 was older, more experienced but it was the young stand outs aboard her that made the crew Elite. The Sub sat erect, fully surfaced on the edge of the pier. Jungkook wound his way down to approach his old friends and welcome them back home after a long mission.
“Commander Jungkook,” a young Ensign spoke and saluted as he passed Jungkook along the shoreline.
“Ensign Hu, nice to see you. At ease please, I’m not on duty.” Jungkook gave a tight salute which he quickly released.
He walked further down the dock until he met Commander Min Yoongi, the Dive Captain, Instructor and elite crew member of the KSS - 1013. Yoongi left his post and ran to embrace Kookie as he saw him walking down the dock. “What’s up sailor? It’s been a long time. Fuck you’re all muscle now. I remember when you were just a scrawny shit faced kid afraid of your own shadow.” Despite his teasing, Yoongi gave Kookie a deep meaningful hug.
Jungkook laughed profusely and gave Yoongi a hug and a high five, “Yeah, that kid is long gone.” Jungkook was speaking to Yoongi but his eyes were busy scanning the imposing water behind them. He walked all the way down to the waters break and ran his hands through the waves. He let out a slightly worried sigh, “It’s cold down there. The waters are super choppy today too. Looks like a head wind coming in about 10 knots from the East. Damnit, Yoon how long has he been down there?”
Yoongi shook his head and gave Jungkook a warning, “Chill. He doesn’t need you freaking out. He’s a bad ass, you know that right?”
“How long has he been down there?” Jungkook repeated his question. He removed his leather jacket so he could put his full arm into the water to get a better gauge of the temperature.
“About an hour. They’re running bomb sweep exercises...”
“Bomb sweeps? What the fuck is going on? We’ve got Military Police guarding this Sub like its Fort Knox and now bomb sweeps on the bottom?
“You tell me. All of this started with that suspicious attack on your Sub a couple weeks ago,” Yoongi explained.
Jungkook ignored him and continued to lament, “The weather’s changing too, there’s a front coming in.” He was anxiously upset and seemed to be taking it out on Yoongi.
“Kookie, will you calm the fuck down? We know what we’re doing? We didn’t just start doing this shit yesterday.” Yoongi took a puff from his e-cigarette and read the depth monitor that was regulating the air supply for the divers. A large white cloud of vapor billowed in front of his face causing him to briefly disappear.
Jungkook laughed at himself, “Sorry Yoon. I do get carried away sometimes.”
“Well I guess all this lovey- dovey overprotection is a sign that things are good between you two? How’s it going Kookie?” Yoongi bounced his Vape pen against his thigh.
“Things have never been better. My God I love him so much Yoon. We went through our shit when we were younger and things got tense there for a while but... the love was always there and once the maturity caught up, we were unbreakable.”
“That’s good man. How long has it been?” Yoongi slapped Kookie into another high five.
“Six years in May. Yoon, we’re thinking of,” Jungkook took a deep breath, hesitant to release the thought that rested on his mind. He turned around and looked at Yoongi, studying his face, trying to decide if he could still trust him. Yoongi remained a solid confidant, one of very few people they trusted with the truth. He’d been a good steward of their secret for many years. Jungkook concluded that there was no reason to stop trusting him now. He blew another deep breath and continued, “we’re thinking of going to America to legally get married.”
“Well fuck me. Congratulations. Things are THAT serious huh? Go to Vegas. If you go to Vegas, I guarantee me and Hwasa will be there. I’m sure Namjoon will invite himself as well.” Yoongi slapped Kookie hard on the shoulder and then released another cloud of vape smoke, this time he formed it into a large heart that floated over Jungkook’s head. “Now that all the shits and giggles are out the way, let’s talk seriously for a minute. How do you plan to hide this “marriage” from the Council? The stakes are already high with you two living together, throw a trackable marriage license in the mix and your volatile situation becomes a ticking time bomb. The punishment is harsh Kookie, I don’t need to remind you.”
“I don’t care. It’s worth it and I’m willing to fight - and so is he,” Jungkook said confidently.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret. This man’s career is everything to him. Why do you think he’s pursuing ANOTHER master class diving cert when he’s already the top EW Engineer in service today?” Yoongi asked the question rhetorically, understanding that Kookie already knew the answer.
“Because...he wants to command his own Submarine someday. He knows that all KSS Commanders have Level diving certifications,” Kookie said clearly.
“Yeah. Exactly. This additional certification is completely unnecessary, but he is so driven to be at the top that he’s willing to work his ass off to get it. So how sure are you that he’s willing to risk his career for - love?”
The intense conversation between the of them was interrupted when an alarm sounded amidst all of the different screens that Yoongi was monitoring, “Ah they’re running out of air.”
“What?” Jungkook said, concerned.
“Perfectly normal. It means it’s time to haul their asses to the surface. They should be popping up right abouuuuuuuuut…now.”
Jungkook turned quickly to begin scanning the water again. About three meters out, he could see bubbles rising to the surface. An unintentional, unguarded smile crossed his face. He thought to himself, was it possible to even be in love with his air bubbles? It was Jr. Lieutenant Hyun Young who popped up first. This, of course, displeased Jungkook. He knelt down on his hands and knees, so close to the water that a few of the choppy waves broke over the dock and doused the knee caps of his jeans. “Come on baby, where are you?” His eyes darted through the dark waves searching for more bubbles. “Lieutenant, where is he? Why hasn’t he surfaced yet?”
“He’s still down there. There was something suspicious under the left rotor. He decided to bring it up. He’s right behind me,” Hyun said confidently. The Lieutenant began removing his diving gear, “It’s a fucking nightmare down there. The waves are rough, visibility is low. It’s shark central in this area of the bay. Damn, I’m happy to be back up.”
Nothing he said made Jungkook feel any better. It was already dangerous to dive in these conditions, but it was even more dangerous to do it alone. Jungkook was struck with fear, worry and anger all at the same time, “Baby, please get up here so I can kick your ass,” he mumbled worriedly to himself.
Yoongi’s alarm continued to sound, this time a little louder and more urgently. Jungkook’s nerves began to fray, he was truly starting to worry. “Why did you leave him alone? If conditions are as bad as you say, you should have stayed together. You’re safe and he’s still out there.”
Yoongi could see that Jungkook’s temper was rising. He created a diversion for Lieutenant Hyun so he and Kookie could be alone, “Lieutenant, great dive. Can you run up to the office and file your report, quickly? I think they need to know about the conditions. It could affect the launch when they try to recharge the batteries tomorrow.”
“Yes Sir,” The Lieutenant ran off wearing shorts and a t-shirt and carrying his dive gear and oxygen tanks under his arm.
Yoongi spun Jungkook around and began to lecture him, “You’ve been away a long time. You have no idea what he’s accomplished and the skill level he’s developed over the last 8 weeks. He’s also not an idiot. If he told Hyun to go, then it means he has things under control. I suggest you get a grip before he comes up. I have a feeling he won’t appreciate your lack of faith in his skills.”
Jungkook felt a wet, hard thump in the back of his head. He turned around to see a diving mask laying on the dock at his feet; it had been thrown at his head. “Hey, I’m a fucking Level 1 First Class Diver you piss ass. You can’t even hold your breath in the shower, trust me, I know better than you.” Jimin let out a loud obnoxious laugh that could be heard all the way back to shore.
Jungkook’s goofy, uncontrollable smile was back again.
“Whew, buddy, you came in hot. That was an amazing ascent. Is that what you’ve been practicing?” Yoongi asked.
“Fucking nailed it, less than three seconds!” Jimin began removing his diving gear and drying his hair using a large towel adorned with the Republic of Korea Navy, also known as ROKN, logo, “This diving shit is too easy.” He peeled himself out of the top half of his one-piece diving suit and allowed the excess to hang loosely around his waist.
“Arrogant much?” Yoongi teased.
“That’s what happens when you’re born and bred on the beaches of Busan baby.” Jimin flexed, showing off his Submarine tattoo on the front of his shoulder.
Jungkook spoke no words. It was all he could do to contain his silly smile as he watched the love of his life, stand there, soaking wet, with the sun setting behind him as he stripped off his diving gear in public. Commander Park Jimin removed all of his clothes until nothing remained other than a pair of tight, black, diving speedos that clung tightly to his bare waist.
Jungkook felt himself start to rise, but he quickly pushed all erotic thoughts out of his head because there would be plenty of time for those thoughts – later. It had been eight weeks since the two of them laid eyes on each other; the longest deployment that each of them had ever served.
Jungkook’s longing to touch Jimin was almost unbearable and each step that Jimin took towards him only ratcheted up his anticipation. It was as if he moved in slow motion. Step 1, As he shook his head, water flew from his wet hair, trickling down his forehead and temples and puddling in the crease above his lips. Step 2, the muscles in his chest constricted and flexed as he maneuvered the towel around him to dry his silky flesh. Step 3, his hard, brown nipples stood at attention and greeted Jungkook’s thirsty eyes while the frigid chill in the air created miniature bumpy undulations across his arms where the cold attacked. Step 4, he stood inches away from Jungkook’s face, but unable to touch him because of their audience. Jungkook could see him clearly now; never had Jimin appeared more beautiful.
Jimin spoke hundreds of words, but only through his eyes. The stare between the two was so intense that the rest of the world went black. They could only see – each other. Jimin’s lips began to quiver from the cold.
“Commander,” Jimin said, “nice to see you again. What brings you out in this chilly weather?”
Jungkook’s glare was still locked on Jimin. “We had an attack on our Sub. I heard you guys were back so I thought I would come lend a hand to be another set of eyes to look out for anything suspicious.” Discreetly, he mouthed, “I love you.” He made a small finger heart and placed it over his real heart.
Jimin watched the contortion of Jungkook’s lips and received his message. He controlled his shivering long enough to mouth back to him, “I love you too and I missed you.”
“Sailor,” Jungkook said authoritatively, “don’t you think you should put on some clothes? The temperature has dropped five degrees just in the thirty minutes that I’ve been out here. Take my jacket. I’m sure that Captain Ji would not approve of his top Engineer catching a cold.” Jungkook removed his leather coat and attempted to wrap it around Jimin’s shoulders.
Jimin blocked him immediately and pushed the jacket back towards him, “No thanks. I have clothes and a coat back at base camp. And you should know that germs cause colds Commander, not chilly weather,” Jimin said defiantly. He was purposely teasing Jungkook, by not allowing him to touch him. As an additional bonus, not covering up allowed him to continue to flaunt his hot semi-naked body in Jungkook’s face.
“The fucking restraint you two have is unworldly. Hasn’t it been over 8 weeks since you’ve seen each other? And all you got is an argument over what causes a cold? Jesus, me and Hwasa would have been fucking on the dock by now,” Yoongi chimed in from his monitoring station behind them.
“You and Hwasa cannot be jailed for publicly showing affection. We can,” Jimin said curtly.
“Restraint is a necessity of survival,” Jungkook added. Both of them still glared at each other with deep passionate love in their eyes.
“You can sneak a lil’ kiss, nobody here but us fishes,” Yoongi joked and blew another cloud of vape smoke.
Jimin and Jungkook chose to ignore him, “Will it take long for you to change?” Jungkook asked.
“No, I can shower at home and my motorcycle is parked near camp. Maybe…five minutes?” Jimin looked around and then mouthed silently, “GO, I’ll meet you at home.” He also put a finger heart up to his chest and flashed it at him.
“That’s five minutes too long, but I guess I have no choice,” Jungkook stood aside so Jimin could continue traveling the few meters up to base camp. His large expressive eyes lay riveted upon Jimin’s plump ass as he walked away.
“I think he’s got a six-mile run with his unit in the morning,” Yoongi offered unsolicited information.
Jungkook still staring after Jimin, responded to Yoongi with, “So?”
“So, I’m just saying you may want to take it easy on that ass,” Yoongi yelled a vile grunting noise as he sexually thrust his hips into an imaginary person.
Jungkook threw his head back and laughed heartily, “I make no promises.” He retrieved his helmet from the ground and headed towards the parking lot to ride away on his motorcycle.
***
Jimin rested on his motorcycle at the stop light, waiting for the light to change to green. Another motorcyclist dressed in all black; black leather jacket, black jeans, black motorcycle boots, black helmet and a skull face mask across his face, pulled up next to him. Jimin glanced at the other rider, giving him very little attention. He smiled under his helmet. There was a silent agreement between the two and both knew what would come next.
The light changed. The ghost rider next to Jimin held up a gloved hand revealing five fingers. He used his fingers to silently count down, reducing the fingers until only one remained. Jimin popped his clutch and revved his engine, waiting for the last finger to drop. The other rider dropped his last finger and they were off, speeding through the streets of Jinhae topping 100 miles per hour. Shadows from the dorsal sail of the docked Submarines could be seen in the distance behind them as those raced away from the pier. The streets were empty but slightly slick as the rain began to fall over the city. Jimin maintained the lead with the ghost rider close behind. Noise from their twin motorcycles reverberated against the tall architectural buildings within the city creating a trail of explosive echoes in their wake. The ghost rider was gaining on him, despite Jimin pushing his bike to it’s limit and maxing out at speeds of 110 miles per hour, his opponent was closing the ground between them and soon took the lead.
“Fucker,” Jimin swore under his breath and released the tiniest giggle even though the other rider was now a healthy distance ahead. They swerved side by side along the winding roads that led up the hill to the tiny apartment on the military housing base. As they approached, Jimin’s back wheel hydroplaned slightly as the rain began to intensify. It was then that he decided that the race was off. No bragging rights were worth the risk of laying his bike down so he laid off the gas and slowed the bike to a more manageable speed. The rain was falling heavy now and he could barely see ahead of him, but the light from his garage shone brightly in the dark night and he was able to slowly ease his bike in. His mystery racer was already parked inside of the garage waiting impatiently.
A thunderous clap of thunder, followed by a sizzling lightning bolt wrapped against the exterior of the garage door. Before Jimin was barely off of his motorcycle, Jungkook had him in his arms. He pulled Jimin’s helmet away and threw it to the ground and then removed his own.
“Take it easy with those helmets, they were over $300 bucks a piece,” he giggled as he hugged Jungkook’s waist.
“As if seeing you half naked at the pier wasn’t enough, I had to bear witness to you in all of this sexy as fuck black leather,” Jungkook growled.
“I could say the same for you. You know racing makes my dick hard,” Jimin laughed.
“Oh I was counting on it,” Jungkook nodded. “I missed you, I missed you, I missed you, I missed you,” Jungkook mumbled into Jimin’s mouth as he carried him through the kitchen towards the bedroom. Their kisses were sloppy, raw and desperate. Touching each other after two months was almost like a fantasy. Wet leather didn’t come off easily and peeling each other out of their motorcycle attire proved to be an aggravating chore that neither of them wanted.
“Damnit,” Jimin yelled, “be naked already.”
Jungkook laughed so hard that he lost his grip on Jimin and dropped him on the bed. “You’ve waited two months for this big sexy cock, you can handle another two minutes while I dislodge it from within all of this leather.”
Jimin wasn’t interested in that level of patience, he pulled Jungkook close and unzipped his jeans, taking his dick into his mouth.
“Baby, too fast, slow down or else I’ll cum before we even start,” Jungkook’s protest was mild at best.
Jimin removed Jungkook’s cock from his mouth and spoke between licks and kisses, “Isn’t it you who always says we need to rub out the easy one first?”
“No, never heard that. Wasn’t me,” Jungkook objected. “You taste like the sea.”
“I guess that means we’ll need to fuck in the shower. Lube me up baby cause you’re diving deep tonight,” Jimin rushed to the bathroom first to start the shower and allow the water to warm.
Jungkook arrived shortly after, with a tube of lubricating oil gripped tightly in his hand. He bent Jimin over the sink and inserted the two fingers of his right hand that were covered in a generous amount of lube. Jimin watched in the mirror as Jungkook massaged into him, tenderizing his tight ass. Jungkook pressed his naked body against Jimin’s, trapping his hand inside of him. “Is that good? Is that how you like it?”
Jimin moaned in short sporadic bursts, unable to really respond, “Yes,” was the only word that managed to escape him amidst the heavy moaning. Another clap of thunder made them both jump. The lights flashed three times and then went dark; but the darkness didn’t deter them from exploring the bodies that they each knew so well. Rain slapped violently against the roof creating the sound of flooded grates and fast-moving water just outside of their window. The strong storm swirling around them served as a perfectly sensual backdrop for the release of their frustrated passion.
The hot shower awaited them. Jungkook removed his fingers and found the shower entrance in the dark, gingerly pulling Jimin with him. “Yoongi says you have a six-mile run in the morning,” he whispered as he kissed Jimin’s neck with a thinly veiled attempt at determining how gentle he needed to be with him.
“How else do you think I keep my body sizzling hot for you? It’s voluntary, I do it twice a week. I don’t have to go,” Jimin spoke softly, almost a whisper, but not quite, “My patience is exhausted, you’re either going to fuck me NOW or I’m going to fuck you.” Jimin turned to face the wall and held on to the towel rack inside of the shower.
The darkness made things a bit more challenging, but nothing that a little exploring couldn’t resolve. Jungkook grabbed his cock and used his hand to feel for the right spot to insert himself. The glide into Jimin’s familiar warm space was smooth and comforting and intoxicating. He pulled himself out quickly and held his tip, trying to postpone his orgasm. “I don’t know if I can do this, it’s so fucking good baby.”
“Shhh, let it happen, we have all night to reload,” Jimin whispered encouragingly over his shoulder.
Jungkook mounted him again, sliding his dick back into his space. He successfully pushed his way through the tight resistance and began his steady stokes, but by his seventh stroke, he was beginning to tremble. The thunder charged again, aligning with the rhythm of Jungkook’s rotating hips. A flash of lightning erupted through the window, illuminating their naked bodies as they clapped against each other. During the brief glimpse of light, Jungkook saw his cock submerged in Jimin’s plump ass and the vision inundated his senses with pleasure. “Ji-ji-jiminie – ahh- fuck Jiminie...”
Jimin continued to encourage him, “Don’t hold it, it’s ok. I want to feel it - cum for me,” he hiccupped between fits of his own pleasure. He lost himself in his own moaning and began a slow chant of, “I missed you, I love you, I missed you, I love you.” Simply saying the words elevated his sense and caused him to grip the towel rack tighter. Jimin didn’t expect his own orgasm to surface so quickly. But saying the words and feeling his life love inside of him and hearing Jungkook’s hungry pants behind him created the perfect storm for his intense release. The thunder clapped again and the rain fell even harder against the roof, the ferocity of the storm was the perfect metaphor for their impetuous fervor. Another glow of lightning flashed through the window highlighting their wet silhouettes as they threw about loud proclamations of love. The burn of the hot shower water passed over them as they climaxed together.
***
Jimin laid in the bed behind Jungkook, spooning him and holding him in his arms.
“The new assignments come out next week,” Jungkook gently reminded.
Jimin buried his face in the back of his boyfriend’s hair, “Yeah, I know.”
He shifted to move even closer to Jimin. There was already no space between them, “Could be another long one.”
Jimin whispered kisses along the back of Jungkook’s neck, “Please stop. I finally have you in my arms. I can’t bare to think about letting you go again, not right now. We have a week, maybe more. Let’s just enjoy it.”
“Jimin, this is the life we chose. With both of us being Submariners, we’re going to have these large spanses of time where we’re away from each other. Especially with your aspirations to command your own Sub, it’s just a matter of time before you go on a deployment that’s beyond twelve weeks.”
“Shut up, shut up,” Jimin placed his hand over Jungkgook’s mouth, “kiss me instead.”
Jungkook found Jimin’s lips in the pitch-black room and kissed him over his shoulder, “I’m sorry. These thoughts overwhelm me sometimes.” He selected a brighter topic to discuss, “Jimin, have you given any thought to what we talked about a few weeks ago? Getting married?”
Jimin would have preferred to continue talking about their new assignments because this new topic was a touchy one, “It’s all I’ve been able to think about. Jungkookie this puts me in an awkward position. Of course, I want to marry you and make our love official, but at the same time, it’s risky. I mean what will it accomplish other than leaving a paper trail that could lead right back to us? Hell, heterosexual couples don’t even get married anymore, why should we? What are we trying to prove? It won’t change the way I feel about you.”
Jungkook suddenly pulled away from Jimin and stepped out of the bed, “Would you like some wine? I suddenly need a drink.” He pulled on his robe and walked out of the bedroom. Jimin watched as he stumbled in the darkness towards the kitchen.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Jimin punched the pillow, knowing instantly that Jungkook was upset. “Ok, here we go,” he too hopped out of bed and then trailed behind Jungkook hoping to smooth things over with a couple glasses of wine. The kitchen was blanketed in darkness when he arrived and he couldn’t even see his hand in front of him, let alone locate Jungkook. A sudden flash of lightning did the job for him and illuminated Jungkook’s shadow as it stood leaning against the counter taking small sips of red wine. Jimin managed to slide along the counter until he was standing next to him.
The sound of the rain continued to pour and the thunder grew louder. Jungkook passed his glass of wine to Jimin to allow him to take a few sips, “It’s really good. My mother suggested it. I can pour you some if you like.”
“No thanks. I’ll just share with you.” Jimin smiled in the darkness.
“What if I don’t want to share?” Jungkook sulked, but both of them knew it wasn’t over the wine.
Jimin searched in the dark and found Jungkook’s hand, “I do want to marry you. I’m just conflicted Jungkookie. Eight years, eight fucking years in the Military and we’ve worked our asses off to get where we are. We are the two PREMIER, most highly ranked EWE Officers in the entire fucking fleet, Airforce included. We’re the best and we’re fast tracked to go to the top.”
“Yeah and…? We’ve been careful Jimin. We know how the game is played,” Jungkook said dismissively.
“But marriage raises the stakes exponentially. It’s one thing to lose the careers that we’ve sacrificed for, but it’s another thing to lose our freedom. We could go to prison just for being in love and living as a couple. Need I remind you that you fucking me up my ass is considered sodomy and against Military law?”
“Yeah, fucking that tight ass should be against the law cause DAMN, it’s good,” Jungkook joked inappropriately.
Jimin found an oven mitt in the darkness and threw it at him, successfully slapping him in the chest with it, “Be SERIOUS!” Jimin was quite thankful that the darkness hid his smile because he didn’t want Jungkook to see him blushing and enjoying the compliment.
Jungkook continued laughing, “I get it Jimin. I get it. I agree the timing has to be right, but please promise me that you won’t dismiss the idea altogether. There’s value in making you mine forever.”
“I’m already yours forever. You know what your problem is? You’re an old-fashioned soul who still places great importance on the concept of holy matrimony and – there’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, I think it may be beautiful.” Lightning flashed, followed by a long rolling roar of thunder, “Now tell me more…” Jimin beckoned.
Jungkook’s face was confused amidst the darkness, “…more…about what?”
“…about how you like being in my ass,” Jimin took another sip of Jungkook’s wine.
***
The power was still out, but the room glowed brightly from the light of numerous blueberry scented candles. Jimin slithered across the floor with his messy, black, air dried bangs hanging over his eyes and framing his sleek, chiseled face.
Jungkook sat on the floor slumped against the corner, with his legs gaped open and his massively thick erection pointed directly at Jimin. A slight throbbing in his nuts began as his anticipation grew. Quietly, he tilted his head back and opened his mouth, waiting for Jimin to insert himself and slide his cock across his tongue.
“You’re such a good boy, always ready to please me,” Jimin teased. His cock was still tepid, not fully erect. Bringing him to full erection was going to be Jungkook’s pleasure. He directed the tip of his cock and bounced it around Jungkook’s face, finally landing on his thin lips. “Here baby, is this what you want?” He pushed his semi-stiff cock into his young boyfriend’s mouth.
Jungkook immediately collapsed his lips around the shaft, sucking his jaws inward to fully stiffen his lover. He used his long soft tongue to slide along the underside of Jimin’s shaft as he sucked the warm tip. Almost instantly, Jimin began to grow in the back of Jungkook’s throat. He grabbed a fist full of his hair and squeezed gently as he fucked his lover’s mouth, “Just like that, don’t stop. Oh you’re such a good boy.” Jimin’s hip thrusts became more aggressive until his nuts were slapping against Jungkook’s chin; all the while he held on tightly to the patch of Jungkook’s hair, controlling his every move and forcing his dick deeper down his throat.
Jungkook felt a momentary urge to gag. But instead, he forced it down and continued to take the abusive mouth fucking. He understood that the real “turn on” for Jimin was not just about the feeling of getting his cock sucked, but in the power of making Jungkook succumb to him. The smaller exerting power over the larger and forcing him to relinquish control, that was what really turned Jimin on. A thick moisture of orgasmic fluid tickled the back of Jungkook’s throat. He dutifully accepted Jimin’s stream of cum, all while masking his amusement. Allowing Jimin to pretend to have any sense of control was just a courtesy because control only belonged to him.
Jimin leaned down to Jungkook’s mouth and kissed his own fluid onto his lips, “Good. Very good,” He whispered.
“You still taste like the sea,” Jungkook teased.
“I can’t help it, I’m a sea-man,” Jimin’s loud demonstrative laugh filled the room once again. Something about the glint in Jungkook’s eyes, told Jimin to run. He ran naked down the hallway with his now limp penis flapping about.
Jungkook, who’s cock was still very hard, gave chase. He caught his fleeing lover just outside of the bedroom and carried him the distance to the bed, “Ride me.”
“Say please,” Jimin taunted.
“Ride me now,” Jungkook was stern and no longer in a playful mood.
“Please ride me now, Jiminie. Say it,” Jimin was stern too.
“Why must we constantly fight for control? Why can’t you just do as I say?” Jungkook roughly pulled Jimin on top of him.
Jimin let out a pained and shocked gasp, “Do as you say?” He began to rotate his hips and grind his hairy bare crotch against Jungkook’s quivering dick. “You should do as I say,” Jimin straddled Jungkook and held the cheeks of his ass open while he inserted Jungkook into him. “Do as I say…,” he repeated again, pointlessly.
Jungkook pulled him forward for a kiss, but Jimin groaned, preferring to stay upright, “I love you.”
“I know,” Jimin began a delicate bounce over Jungkook’s cock, forcing it through his oil slicked entrance.
Another flash of lightning shone through the window, revealing Jungkook’s heavy lidded eyes as he gazed over Jimin’s tight muscular naked body. He closed his eyes, all awareness focused on the sinuous strokes of Jimin’s hips. He made an agitated sound as he felt the heat from his cock slipping in and out of Jimin’s ass. He began to sweat and strain, biting his lip to keep from screaming. The long strong fingers of both of his hands gripped Jimin tightly as moans and sobs came from the depth of his lungs. He pulled him close again, this time forcing the kiss onto his silky eager tongue. His hunger sharpened intolerably and he began to push against Jimin’s bounce, countering every stroke.
Jungkook thought he heard a distant laugh followed by the words, “Do as I say.” He couldn’t register his words. His cock began to throb and the temperature from his agitated groin began to rise. “I’m cumming Jiminie, don’t stop.” He held on to Jimin’s hips and the two of them moved in concert with perfect harmony. The volume of liquid that Jungkook released was so plentiful that the flow reversed itself and trickled back out of Jimin’s ass and on to his stomach. The aftermath was like losing consciousness, his limbs were too weak to move and his head was giddy with sensation. His face was wet with perspiration as well as tears.
“Oh Jungkookie, are you ok?” Jimin began to lift himself off, but Jungkook stopped him and held him down, refusing to allow him to dismount.
“No, please don’t get up. Let me stay inside of you for a little while longer. I don’t ever want to lose this feeling,” Jungkook said innocently.
“Jungkookie, it’s ok. What are you so upset about?” Jimin did as Jungkook asked and remained seated.
“It’s getting harder and harder to leave you because every time we part, it feels like my guts are being ripped out. I know I should be used to it by now, but it’s not getting easier Jiminie.” Jungkook spilled his inner most thoughts. His cock deflated and slipped out of Jimin, breaking their seal. To compensate, he pulled Jimin into his chest and held him tightly against his heart.
Jimin kissed the damp skin of Jungkook’s chest, “Yes, you should be used to this by now. It’s been four years since we graduated Officer school and started our assignments.”
“I know, just… the incident with Hwang was a reminder of how dangerous our jobs are. It’s got me thinking, that’s all.” Jungkook ran his hands through Jimin’s dark hair and caressed his face.
Jimin rolled off and laid next to him, “Yeah. I’m sorry about that by the way but I hear Hwang’s going to recover, may have some trouble walking, but he’s alive. I’m just glad you’re ok. I was out to sea when it happened so I didn’t even hear about it until we got back to shore and read your email. Jungkookie, is this what’s behind your push for marriage? You’re suddenly feeling your own mortality?”
“I want to marry you. There’s no other reason behind it,” Jungkook didn’t want to have the hurtful discussion again.
“The rain has stopped. I guess the power will be back on soon. Let’s go for a ride in the morning. Just you and I, along the coast. What do you say?” Jimin asked hopefully.
“You’ve changed the subject, but ok. Let’s go,” Jungkook agreed.
“We should fuck again,” Jimin casually suggested.
“Jimin! I’m not a robot,” Jungkook giggled and covered his face with his long fingers.
“You’re two years younger than me, if I can go again, so can you.”
“Again?” Jungkook asked incredulously.
“Again, and again, and again, and again…,” Jimin rolled away from Jungkook and laid on his back to reveal his hard cock, standing at attention.
***