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CHAPTER 1
The night outside was dark, the city drowned in shadow, but the room itself stayed warm and untouched. Thick drapes covered the windows, and the deep blue walls gave the space a quiet, moody stillness. At the center of it all sat a grand four-poster bed, its sheets messy—like someone had just wrecked them in a hurry. On the soft, abandoned mattress, a phone buzzed again and again. The name flashing on the screen: Taehyung. But the man it belonged to didn’t even glance at it.
Jungkook had better things to focus on. His gaze was locked on Jimin, perched on the edge of a polished mahogany table, legs spread open. He wore a slip dress that looked painted on, barely clinging to his body. The straps had long since fallen, leaving his big, perfect tits exposed—bouncing gently with every deep thrust of Jungkook’s hips. The dress had ridden up to his waist, leaving nothing hidden. Smooth thighs spread wide, cunt glistening. Jungkook stood between them, fully dressed in a sharp three-piece suit—except for his open pants, just enough for his thick, veiny cock to be buried inside Jimin, fucking him slow and deep.
Jimin's head was thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream, neck arched as Jungkook pounded into him. The room echoed with the sharp, wet sound of skin slapping against skin, broken only by the occasional muffled moan swallowed by Jungkook’s mouth. Jimin’s nails clawed into the wood of the table, leaving tiny half-moon marks behind as he tried to hold back louder cries. The need building inside him was almost unbearable—but they both knew they had to keep it quiet.
Jimin’s teary eyes flicked toward the buzzing phone, but Jungkook didn’t spare it a glance—too lost in the tight heat of Jimin’s body to care. The steady vibration against the mattress was just background noise, a distant reminder of a world they’d shut out. His suit jacket lay crumpled on the floor, tossed aside in a rush. A few buttons on his shirt were undone, exposing sweat-slicked skin, his tie still hanging loose around his neck like an afterthought. The screen kept lighting up with the name Taehyung, but Jungkook’s eyes never left Jimin’s face.
"A..ah.. J-Jungkook... your phone..." Jimin tried to whisper, his voice shaky with each hard thrust that jolted through him. Jungkook only grunted in response, his teeth sinking into Jimin’s shoulder as he fucked him harder, his cock driving in and out of Jimin’s soaked cunt. The phone kept buzzing on the mattress, more insistent now—Taehyung flashing again and again like some fucked-up warning sign.
Jungkook finally pulled back, breath heavy as he glanced at the phone. The glowing screen buzzed again, almost mocking in how it refused to be ignored.
"It doesn’t matter. Nothing but you matters right now," he muttered before leaning in to kiss Jimin again—this time slower, deeper, his tongue sliding into Jimin’s mouth like he had all the time in the world to taste him.
Jimin's moans climbed higher, sharp and desperate, like a siren call that made Jungkook’s cock throb harder. Every whimper felt like a demand—more, deeper, faster. Jungkook’s hand slid to Jimin’s throat—not to choke, just to feel it. The way his moans buzzed against his palm, the pulse beneath his skin beating in sync with every brutal thrust. Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut, breath stuttering as he leaned into the grip like he needed it.
Their kiss was fierce, a raw battle for control in a storm of desire. Jungkook’s teeth scraped over Jimin’s bottom lip, drawing blood that mixed with their saliva, leaving a dark, erotic trace on Jimin’s mouth. Jimin’s hands clutched Jungkook’s wrist, not to push him away, but to pull him closer, to make sure he never stopped. The taste of blood hung in the air, an intoxicating reminder of how far they’d gone.
Jimin’s high-pitched moan shattered the silence, filling the room like a siren’s call. It was the kind of sound that could drive any man wild, a sweet symphony of pleasure that hung in the air. Jungkook felt his own desire spike, his hips moving faster, harder, with an intensity that bordered on savage. The sound was like a drug, clouding his mind and making his thoughts scatter. All he could focus on was the overwhelming need to bury himself deeper inside Jimin, to claim him entirely.
“Jungkook! I’m gonna cum!” Jimin’s breathless whisper sliced through the air, breaking the rhythm of their desperate dance. Jungkook’s hand tightened around his throat just enough to make Jimin gasp, his teeth grazing Jimin’s earlobe as he leaned in close, whispering in a voice that was both rough and tender:
“Cum for me, baby. Let me feel it.” The words were a command, a plea, a declaration of control that sent a shiver racing down Jimin’s spine. His body responded immediately, his cunt tightening around Jungkook’s cock as he teetered on the edge of his release.
As Jungkook pulled out, Jimin felt a brief pang of loss, the emptiness where his cock had been making him crave it back inside. But Jungkook had other plans. He reached down, his hand that were already wrapped around the bunched fabric of Jimin's black lace panties that he had pulled down from jimin's legs earlier that night.
They were already drenched with Jimin's juices, a testament to how much he had craved jungkook's cock. Jungkook brought the damp material closer to his face, inhaling deeply. The scent of Jimin's arousal was intoxicating, and he could feel his own orgasm approaching with the speed of a freight train.
With a final, powerful thrust, Jungkook pulled out completely, his cock pulsing and spurting thick ropes of cum onto the black lace. It was a beautiful sight, the stark contrast of white against black, a declaration of his desire for Jimin that could not be denied. Jungkook's breathing was heavy, his eyes glazed with lust as he watched the cum slowly seep through the lace.
The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady perfume that made Jungkook's nostrils flare. He looked down at Jimin, whose legs were still spread wide, his pussy quivering with the aftershocks of his climax. The sight was almost too much for Jungkook to handle. He stepped closer, his hand still clutching the wet lace.
"Wear this." He whispered in jimin's ear, arms caging jimin's petite frame sitting on the table, as he bit jimin's earlobe, tugging on jimin's dangling earring.
Jimin tried to push his dress down to cover his pussy but due to jungkook standing between his legs it was impossible. Jimin looked at his panties in jungkook's hands.
"You want me wear this? It's drenched in your cum." Jimin complained.
Jungkook smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Exactly," he murmured, bringing the soaked fabric to Jimin's face. "I want you to feel me even when I'm not inside you." He pressed the cum-soaked lace against Jimin's cheek, watching as the smaller man's eyes widened in surprise before a blush crept up his neck. Jimin's chest heaved with every breath, his nipples peaked and sensitive from the cool air. Jungkook's cock twitched at the sight, his desire for Jimin unquenchable.
Jimin shook his head with an amused smile. "You're so...
Jungkook didn't let him finish, instead he leaned in and claimed Jimin's mouth again, his tongue dancing with Jimin's, tasting himself on the other man's lips. The fabric of the panties remained pressed to Jimin's cheek, a sticky reminder of the pleasure they had just shared. As their kiss deepened, Jungkook's hand slid down Jimin's body, tracing the curve of his neck, over his collarbone, and down to the swollen mounds of his chest. He teased Jimin's nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a low moan that made his cock throb with renewed vigor.
The phone on the bed buzzed again, the name 'Taehyung' glaring like a neon sign in the dark room. This time, Jimin couldn't ignore it.
"Jungkook, we have to go," Jimin murmured, pushing the cum-soaked lace away from his face. His voice was shaky, the aftermath of his climax making his entire body feel like jelly. Jungkook groaned, his cock still semi-hard and gleaming with the evidence of their passion. Reluctantly, he nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. They couldn't afford to be caught like this.
With trembling hands, Jimin slid off the table, his legs wobbly. Jungkook stepped back, admiring the sight of Jimin's flushed skin and swollen lips. He couldn't resist leaning in for one more kiss, his hand finding the soft skin of Jimin's waist, pulling him closer. Jimin's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut, but he managed to pull away. "No, we really should go," he insisted, his voice laced with the sweet agony of denied desire.
Jungkook nodded, his gaze never leaving Jimin's as he took the cum-soaked panties and slid them up Jimin's legs. The coolness of the fabric against Jimin's heated skin sent a shiver through him. Jungkook adjusted the panties, making sure they were snug against Jimin's ass, the cum now nestled between his cheeks and on jimin's cunt. Jimin's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, but he didn't protest. He knew better than to argue with Jungkook when he was like this.
With a gentle tug, Jungkook pulled Jimin's dress back down, the fabric whispering against Jimin's skin. The straps of the slip had fallen down Jimin's arms during their frenzied encounter, leaving his tits exposed.
Jungkook pulled the straps of jimin's dress back up, his eyes feasting on the sight of Jimin's big, bouncing tits as they were swallowed by the fabric once again. Despite the urgency of their situation, Jungkook couldn't resist the temptation. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the warm skin of Jimin's cleavage, leaving a trail of kisses that made the smaller man gasp.
Jimin's giggles, his body instinctively arching towards Jungkook's touch. "Stop.... We have to leave." He said in between his giggles. Jungkook stepped back, his hands sliding away from Jimin's body, but his eyes never left the other man's face.
"I'll go downstairs first and you come down ten minutes later. Okay?" Jimin says, trying to sound composed despite his ragged breathing. Jungkook nodded, his eyes still dark with lust.
He watched as Jimin fluffed up his long, silky hair that reached his waist and fixed his makeup in the ornate mirror hanging on the wall. The dress clung to his curves like a second skin, making Jungkook's cock twitch with the memory of being buried deep inside him.
Jimin held the doorknob and looked over his delicate shoulder at jungkook. He smiled sensually before he turned around and left the room.
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The grand ballroom was a spectacle of wealth and opulence, the chandeliers casting a warm glow over the marble floor and gleaming surfaces. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the faint aroma of fine champagne. The hum of conversation and laughter melded into a symphony of the elite, a stark contrast to the raw passion that had just played out upstairs. Jimin descended the grand staircase, his heart pounding in his chest with every step. The black lace panties Jungkook had forced him to wear clung to his skin, a constant reminder of the illicit encounter that had just taken place. He took a deep breath, straightening his posture and plastering a serene smile on his face.
As Jimin walked deeper into the party, the murmurs of admiration followed him like a soft hum. Eyes turned his way, captivated by his presence, as if he were a rare jewel on display. His dress clung to his body, the faint trace of Jungkook’s cum still clinging to the fabric, a reminder of the secret he was trying so hard to keep hidden. The sensation between his legs remained, but he did his best to ignore it, hoping no one would notice his subtle discomfort.
A waiter approached him with a flute of champagne, offering it with a polite nod. Jimin took it, letting the cool glass ground him as he scanned the room, the hum of conversation and laughter filling the air.
"Jimin-ah!" His heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name. He turned, catching sight of Taehyung and Jungkook’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon, who had spotted him from across the room. The couple stood together, exuding an effortless elegance, their champagne glasses gleaming under the light.
Mrs. Jeon, with her impeccable grace, waved and called out, her voice smooth and warm. “Jimin, darling.” She was a picture of poise, her hair artfully styled and her dress shimmering in shades of berry that accentuated her radiant complexion. Mr. Jeon, dignified and commanding, stood by her side, his arm around her waist.
Taehyung, Jungkook’s husband and Jimin’s childhood best friend, enveloped Jimin in a tight hug, his arms wrapping around him in a way that made Jimin’s chest tighten. The warmth of Taehyung’s body, the steady beat of his heart, and the familiar scent of his cologne seemed to wash over Jimin like a wave of comfort, a stark contrast to the heavy weight of guilt that clung to him from their recent tryst. Taehyung had always been a rock for Jimin, a constant in a world that often felt like it was slipping through his fingers. But tonight, that comfort was laced with a sticky, almost suffocating sense of betrayal.
Taehyung pulled away, his eyes scanning Jimin with a smile of appreciation. “Looking stunning as always. You came back from that Tiffany & Co. shoot in London and didn’t even tell me. Traitor.” Taehyung teased, his tone light and playful.
Jimin rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “I’m so sorry, dad,” he responded sarcastically, earning a laugh from both Taehyung and Jungkook’s parents. “No, but really. I spent two weeks in London, and the moment I got back, my managers bombarded me with ten more things to do. I’ve been busy. This party’s the first real break I’ve had in weeks.” He took a sip of his champagne, the bubbles tickling his nose as he forced a smile.
Of course, what Jimin didn’t say out loud was that the moment the party was over, Jungkook had pulled him into their shared bedroom, eager to claim him in private, no matter the guests still mingling downstairs. But that was a secret he would keep tucked away for now, a smile masking the internal turmoil that churned within him.
“I thought being a model was just about looking beautiful all the time,” Mr. Jeon joked, breaking the brief silence.
Jimin chuckled, shaking his head. “Trust me, Uncle. I thought the same thing.”
The conversation continued to flow easily, a mix of pleasantries and lighthearted banter that filled the air with an almost serene ease. Jimin sipped his champagne, the warmth of the liquid spreading through his body, the tension in his chest momentarily easing as he settled into the role of the charming, polished guest.
Jungkook finally joined them, looking every inch the part of Taehyung's devoted husband. The tailored suit hugged his muscular frame, and the sight of him made Jimin's heart stumble in his chest.
"Where have you been, Jungkook?" Taehyung asked, fussing over the lapels of Jungkook's jacket. "You had me worried sick." His eyes searched Jungkook's face with genuine concern, and Jimin felt a twinge of something unpleasant in his stomach.
"I was just... " Jungkook replied, his voice low and gravelly. His eyes never left Jimin, even as he allowed Taehyung to straighten his tie.
Jimin felt uneasy begging jungkook to look away from him so taehyung wouldn't get suspicious but thankfully neither taehyung nor Jungkook's parents noticed jungkook staring at jimin.
Taehyung pecked jungkook's lips, to which jungkook didn't reciprocate but didn't pull away because they were husbands and they are in public.
Jimin's throat felt constricted as he watched Taehyung lovingly straighten Jungkook's suit jacket, the fabric whispering against the other man's broad shoulders.
Jimin took a huge gulp of his drink and looked away. He has no right to be jealous.
"I was just getting some fresh air," Jungkook said casually. Taehyung held jungkook's arm.
"Jimin," Jungkook's voice was smooth as velvet as he greeted him, "You look absolutely breathtaking tonight."
The words seemed to hang in the air, thick with unspoken meaning. Jungkook stepped closer, wrapping one of his strong arms around Jimin in a hug that was both familial and possessive. His hands lingered on Jimin's waist, his thumbs tracing gentle circles that sent a shiver down the model's spine. Jimin's heart skipped a beat, his breath catching in his throat.
Jungkook leaned in, his nose buried in Jimin's hair, inhaling deeply. Jimin's scent was intoxicating, a blend of vanilla and something uniquely his own, a sweetness that clung to him like a second skin. It was a scent that was both comforting and maddening. It drove jungkook crazy to the point of inhaling everything that once touched jimin's silky like milky soft skin.
He pulled away before the hug would look anything other than a sweet, greeting hug.
Jimin smiled, keeping up the act. "Nice to see you, jungkook.By the way congratulations for the grand opening of your new hotel in Bali. I'll make sure to visit it once I'm in Bali."
It wasn't hard for jimin to pretend that jungkook was nothing more than his best friend's husband. Jimin was used to it. He maybe a supermodel but he was a good actor as well.
"That's right." Mrs. Jeon added. "Also your job requires you to travel quiet often so I'm sure you'll find some time to visit our little paradise in Bali." She said with a warm smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Jimin smiled at her before turning to Jungkook. "Little Paradise. Is that the name?" He asked.
Jungkook nodded as he took a sip of his drink, eyes never leaving jimin's.
Jimin's eyes fell on the way taehyung's arm was hooked with jungkook's, the sight of the two men together was like a dagger to his heart. But he had to remind himself that the third person here was Jimin.
He cleared his throat. His sensual confident back on him as he smiled at them. "I'll go mingle. See you later." He said, turning away from Jungkook's intense gaze. He couldn't let anyone suspect anything. He walked away, his hips swaying with a practiced grace that had earned him countless magazine covers and the adoration of fans across the globe.
Jimin was a supernova in the fashion world. His beauty was a weapon, a siren's call that drew everyone in. He was the epitome of desire, the muse that designers clamored to dress and photographers yearned to capture.
He had strutted down the most exclusive runways all around the world leaving a trail of gasps and whispered comments in his wake. His features were a blend of ethereal grace and sharp feminine angles, a perfect blend that made hearts race and palms sweat. His long, raven hair was a waterfall of darkness that cascaded down his back, a stark contrast to his alabaster skin. His eyes, a piercing shade of hazel brown, could cut through the thickest of air, commanding attention and devotion from anyone who dared to look into them.
Two years ago, Jimin had returned from Paris, the city of love, where he had honed his craft under the watchful eyes of the world's most renowned modelling agency. His father, the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of South Korea, had been less than thrilled with his son's chosen career path. To him, the glitz and glamour of the fashion world were a facade that often concealed a darker, more predatory underbelly. He had warned Jimin of the sharks that would circle a beauty like him, eager to exploit his youth and innocence.
But Jimin had always been a rebellious spirit, his heart set on the thrill of the runway and the flash of the camera. Upon his return, the rift between him and his family had only widened. His parents' disapproval of his modeling dreams had left him feeling like an outsider in his own home. He was an only child which explained why jimin was so spoiled and never backed away until he got what he wanted so he felt his Father's home hoping that he would realize that jimin isn't gonna back away from his dream and bring him back home.
He was staying in a hotel when he caught up with his childhood best friend, Taehyung and apologized for not being able to attend his wedding. Taehyung was an heir to his father's company. They deal with textile and they had their own line of clothing.
Taehyung had told him that the marriage was arranged by his parents because their companies were partnering up for a project. But nonetheless Taehyung said he loves his husband and that Jungkook treats him good.
Jimin was happy for him. When jimin told him about his family situation, taehyung was concerned and scolded him for staying in a hotel instead to coming to him. So he offered jimin to stay at his place, his and Jungkook's mansion.
That's where he met Jungkook. And that was the start of everything.
But that is a story of some other time.
After that Jimin thought of finally giving his career as a model a kickstart. He began with doing small gigs at first but then his parents couldn't bear to stay away from their only precious child and they requested jimin to come back home.
When jimin came back home, his father was so scared to lose him again that he finally accepted Jimin's career choice. This time with a genuine happiness in his eyes.
Jimin had always been a star in the eyes of his father. He was the apple of his father's eye. With the help of his father's connections, Jimin had secured a place in one of South Korea's most prestigious entertainment companies.
It wasn't that hard because the moment, the entertainment company's CEO laid eyes on him, they knew they had found a diamond in the sea of mediocrity.
Jimin's beauty was the kind that could bring a room to a standstill, a silent symphony of awe that played out on the faces of everyone who laid eyes on him. With his unrivaled allure, it was no surprise that the big entertainment company immediately signed him under them. The flash of cameras and the blur of lights became his new reality, the reality jimin has always craved for. The reality jimin would do anything to maintain.
Under the meticulous guidance of the entertainment company, Jimin's star began to ascend at a dizzying pace. His sharp cheekbones and lush lips were plastered on billboards, his lithe form adorning the pages of fashion magazines. Designers clamored to dress him, photographers to capture his essence, and every show director wanted him to walk their runways. The once shy boy from a powerful family was now the center of a whirlwind of glamour and adoration.
Jimin's is on everyone's mouth.
He is the centre of attention in every room in stepped in and jimin reveled in it.</p>
Jimin's career skyrocketed, his beauty and talent speaking for themselves. He became the muse of the industry's top photographers, his likeness captured in every glossy magazine. The fashion houses were at his feet, each eager to dress him in their latest creations. His Instagram feed was a visual feast of haute couture, his every move a carefully choreographed dance of luxury and artistry. Jimin had became a creature of the spotlight, his movements graceful and calculated.
The party was in full swing, and Jimin found himself surrounded by a sea of familiar faces, each one eager to bask in his glow. One such face was that of a renowned fashion critic, Mr. Kwon. He is known for his sharp tongue and even sharper pen, Mr. Kwon had the power to make or break a career with a single word. He approached Jimin with a twinkle in his eye, a knowing smile playing on his lips.</p>
<p>"Ah, Jimin, South Korea's sweetheart." Mr. Kwon greeted him with a hug, kissing his cheek. "Back from your conquest of London, I see."</p>
<p>Jimin returned the smile, "Back and ready to take on Seoul," he quipped, sipping his champagne.</p>
<p>Mr. Kwon chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I've no doubt you left London spellbound. Tell me, how does one manage to maintain their poise while wearing those gravity-defying pieces?"</p>
<p>Jimin grinned, "It's all about balance, Mr. Kwon. Just like walking the tightrope of fashion and keeping your dignity intact."</p>
<p>Mr. Kwon's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I was thinking of writing a piece about your London endeavor for the Vogue."</p>
<p>"Oh?" Jimin's curiosity was piqued. "I hope it's all the good reviews." He smirked, teasingly.</p>
<p>Mr. Kwon chuckled and moved forward to caress Jimin's waist, his fingers lingering just a little bit. "How can I every write someone bad about you?" He whispered.</p>
<p>Jimin just smiled as he watched kwon bow and turn around to walk away.</p>
<p>"Is that how you make connections in fashion industry?" Jimin stiffened at Jungkook's deep,chilling voice and turned around. He gasped and backed away slightly when he realized jungkook was standing too close to him.</p>
<p>Jungkook stood there with the confidence of a predator, one hand in the pocket of his immaculate trouser and, other hand holding a glass of whiskey. Jimin cleared his throat and looked around, smiling before staring at jungkook. His words were stark contrast to the angelic smile on his face.</p>
<p>"You scared me. We're in public Jungkook." He whispered, his heart racing.</p>
<p>"You didn't answer. Is that how you make connections in your industry." He asked, raising one of his eyebrows charmingly as he subtly pointed at Mr. Kwon.</p>
<p>"He is about to write an article about my London endeavors in Vogue." Jimin clarified, even though he is not obliged to.</p>
<p>Jungkook scoffed and stepped a little forward, making jimin look around at the crowd but thankfully everyone was too busy in their chats to focus on them.</p>
<p>Jungkook took a sip from his whiskey. "Hmm. So you let him feel you up so that he can write a nice piece about you?" He whispered.</p>
<p>Jungkook's demeanor was calm and composed but Jimin knew he was fuming inside. "Will you stop digging for things that are not there in the first place?"</p>
<p>" I just think it's funny." Jungkook kept his voice low, the challenge clear in his eyes.</p>
<p>"Jungkook, you know he's the best fashion critic in South Korea. His world hold a lot more value then you realize. I know it because I work in this industry." Jimin whispered angrily before he composed himself realizing that they were at a party.</p>
<p>Jungkook smirked. "Oh so next time, Kwon asked bend to end over for him so that he'll write the best piece about you. You will wouldn't you?"</p>
<p>Jimin felt his cheeks heat up, anger bubbling up inside of him. "I don't belong to you, Jungkook." He said and was about to walk away when jungkook held his wrist to stop him.</p>
<p>Jimin quickly pulled his hand away from Jungkook's grip, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of relief and wariness. No one seemed to have noticed their tense exchange, the chatter and laughter continuing unabated. He took a deep breath, willing his racing heart to slow down.</p>
<p>"People are watching! Can we talk about this later? Where is Taehyung?" Jimin asked while smiling at some people who did looked at them.</p>
<p>"I don't know. Must be somewhere greeting guest. I want to meet you today. It's been two weeks since I last saw you." Jungkook said with such urgency as if he suffered signs of drug withdrawal when jimin was away for work in London.</p>
<p>Jimin felt his heart flutter at Jungkook's words, his gaze drifting to the crowded dance floor. "I got so busy," he admitted, his voice a soft whisper that was lost in the cacophony of music and chatter.</p>
<p>"At your penthouse? Tonight?" Jungkook asked.</p>
<p>Jimin sighed. "I have to go to my parents house tonight. I haven't met met for two weeks as well. They're after my ass to come meet them."</p>
<p>Jungkook closed his eyes and took a deep breath to not groan in frustration.</p>
<p>Jimin smiled. "But......I'll be back at my penthouse during midnight. So if you can...."</p>
<p>"Tell me your house pin number. I'll wait for you there until you come back." Jungkook suggested instead.</p>
<p>Jimin's eyes widened. "But, what will you tell taehyung?"</p>
<p>"Work?" Jungkook shrugged casually.</p>
<p>"During night?" Jimin scoffed.</p>
<p>"Well...I'm working on the new project and will be back in morning."</p>
<p>Jimin just shook his head but smiled. "You're unbelievable."</p>
<p>Jungkook smiled charmingly. "Pin?"</p>
<p>Jimin sighed and leaned closer. "5430" He whispered, the numbers escaping his lips like a secret shared in the darkest of nights.</p>
<p>Jungkook smirked they clinked their glasses together before Jimin walked away. He watched Jimin glide through the crowd, his hips swaying hypnotically. Wherever he goes, Jimin leaves a trail of his admirers in awe of his beauty.
Jimin is someone that everyone wants. He is the object of everyone's desire but he is untouchable. No one can have him. He belongs to no one.
Ice Prince. Heartbreaker.....is what Jimin's beauty is defined as.
Jungkook knows who Jimin's heart beat for.....It's him. And he will make sure that it will not go away to anyone else.
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It was almost nine at night. The party in Jungkook's mansion was still going on so it was good enough reason for Jungkook to lie to his husband, Taehyung that the noise of the party wouldn't let him work so he's going to office and will return in the morning.
He had his court hooked on the crook of his album as he stood in front of Jimin's residence building.
The building was a towering beacon of opulence, a gleaming monolith that whispered of the wealth and power that resided within its walls. It was a fortress of luxury, a bastion of the elite that stood sentinel over the bustling streets of Seoul. The lobby was a symphony of marble and chrome, with a grand chandelier casting a warm glow over the plush velvet couches and gleaming floor. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, a subtle reminder of the exclusivity that dwelt above.
The receptionist, a young woman with immaculate makeup and a professional smile, looked up as Jungkook approached. She had seen him countless times before, always dressed impeccably, his confidence as palpable as the scent of his expensive cologne. "Good evening, Mr. Jungkook," she greeted, "For park Jimin?" She already knew as she made an entry in her logbook without waiting for his response.
Jungkook nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. He knew the effect he had on people, especially women. It was a power he wielded with the finesse of a maestro.
He didn't spare her another glance as he strode towards the elevators, the heavy doors sliding open with a soft ding to reveal the plush interior. The walls were lined with mirrors, reflecting Jungkook's handsome features as he stepped inside, his reflection casting a stark contrast against the gleaming chrome. He pressed the button for the penthouse, the number glowing with an almost seductive allure.
As the elevator ascended, Jungkook walked out of it onto the hallway that led to Jimin's penthouse. The walls were adorned with art that could rival any museum's collection, each piece telling a story of wealth and sophistication. Jungkook's footsteps echoed down the hallway.
He know Jimin is still at his parent's house and will be back at midnight. He stopped in front of Jimin's door. He punched in the pin code, the beep echoing in the quiet hallway. The door swung open, revealing the opulent penthouse that was Jimin's sanctuary.
The scent of Jimin hit him like a wave, a heady mix of vanilla and something uniquely Jimin that made Jungkook's blood race through his veins. It was like stepping into a world that was an extension of the man himself, a place where his essence lingered like a phantom lover.
Jungkook walked through the penthouse, his eyes drinking in every detail. The place was a masterpiece of modern elegance, with high ceilings and large windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city lights. The furniture was sleek and minimalist, the color palette a sophisticated blend of black, white, and gray. Yet, amidst all this cold sophistication, there was a warmth that emanated from the space, a warmth that could only come from Jimin's vibrant personality.
The scent of Jimin was like a siren's song, guiding Jungkook through the living room and into the kitchen. He trailed his fingers over the marble countertops, imagining Jimin standing there, barefoot and in a silk robe, cooking breakfast for the two of them.
The penthouse was a canvas of Jimin's soul, with personal touches scattered throughout. A vase of fresh roses on the dining table, their petals a soft blush that mirrored the color of Jimin's cheeks when he was happy, shy or aroused. A stack of fashion magazines with Jimin's face on the covers, were lying on the coffee table in front of the big, fluffy couch, a silent testament to his dominance in the industry.
Jungkook wandered through the penthouse, his eyes greedily taking in every detail that whispered of Jimin's presence. He paused at the grand piano in the corner, the polished mahogany gleaming under the soft glow of the pendant lights. He could almost see Jimin's slender fingers dancing over the keys, creating a gorgeous melody.
Imagine his surprise when Jimin told him, he can play piano. He should have known that Jimin was a man of many talents. He moved his fingers over the keys, playing a soft melody. He walked away towards the couch and sat down, taking a deep breath, filling his lungs with Jimin's scent.
But his eyes snapped to the bedroom door. It was a beacon of temptation, a promise of passion and desire that called out to him like a siren's song. He couldn't resist the allure any longer. He got up and strode towards the room, his heart pounding in his chest like a wild animal desperate for its prey.
As he entered the sanctum of Jimin's private life, Jungkook's gaze fell upon the discarded panties on the floor. He approached the garment with the same reverence one would a sacred relic, his breath hitching as he bent down to pick it up.
The fabric was a delicate whisper of lace and silk. The scent of Jimin's arousal was potent, and Jungkook couldn't help but bring the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. It was a heady mix of musk and sweetness, a scent that drove jungkook to absolute feral madness.
Jungkook could almost feel the heat of Jimin's body radiating from the fabric. He knew that Jimin had worn these during the day, feeling him up, getting himself off, maybe even thinking of Jungkook. The thought made his cock twitch with anticipation.
He kissed the panties and plopped down on Jimin's fulffy bed, almost feeling like he just entered heaven when he realized that Jimin's scent was strongest here. The bed was like a cloud and Jungkook's body sunk into it. He laid there for a moment, savoring the moment.
"Jimin." He whispered to himself, his voice a hoarse whisper.
He didn't even realize how many hours has passed like that as he stepped in and out of consciousness.
But his sleep quickly vanished when he heard the sound of beep, indicating that Jimin had arrived. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat, his hand going to his pocket to check his phone. It was almost midnight. He quickly stood up from the bed, smoothing his clothes and took one last look at the panties in his hand. He tossed it in the laundry basket in Jimin's bathroom and walked towards the door.
Jimin walked in, his long, silky hair a little messy from the party and he now wore a cropped jacket over his slip dress. Jungkook felt as if he was an addict who finally got his drug after weeks of craving.
Jungkook smiled at him and expected jimin to run to his arms instead Jimin glared at him like feisty little thing that he is as he took off his heels and carelessly threw it at Jungkook but obviously he didn't aim correctly as it fell on a good distance away from him.
Jungkook laughed in amusement but also disbelief. "I thought you would be happy to see me, baby?" He asked, pretending to be offended. He loves when Jimin turns this feisty.
Jimin raised his perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. "After you indirectly called me a slut and accused me of sleeping with that Kwon for an article?!" He snapped.
Jungkook's grin fell, realizing he had crossed a line. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to caress Jimin's cheek, but Jimin slapped it away. "Don't touch me," he hissed.
"Jimin, I didn't mean it like that," Jungkook tried to placate.. "You know I was just..."
"Just what?"
Jimin's voice was cold, cutting through the tension like a knife. Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "I was just... jealous. I saw the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, and it... it set me on edge."
Jimin stared at him. "Jungkook....I don't belong to you." He emphasized.
Jungkook pulled Jimin closer by his waist. "Don't say that." He whispered trying to kiss Jimin but Jimin pulled away.
"It's true." Jimin whispered back as he loosened Jungkook's tie. "I don't belong to you. And your are someone else's husband. My bestfriend's at that." He says with a sad smile on his face.
"How many times do I have to tell you that i don't love him. Even before you came into my life. I never loved him. It was a marriage of convenience." Jungkook raised his voice slightly tired of explaining himself again and again to Jimin.
Jimin's eyes searched Jungkook's face, looking for any signs of deceit but found none. "I know but he loves you...."
"I don't fucking care, Jimin!" Jungkook's voice was a snarl of passion and frustration. "Can't you see? I need you. I want you. Only you. I fucking love you, Jimin." His grip on Jimin's waist tightened, almost afraid to let him go.
"But I care. He's my bestfriend. My childhood bestfriend. I'm betraying him...."
Jungkook let go of Jimin. "Fine. If you don't want me here I'll leave." He said backing away but Jimin quickly held him back by holding his hands.
"No! I....I love you..." Jimin said with a tear falling down his porcelain skin. The guilt was gnawing at him. He wanted to stop.....He wanted to stop the first time it happened but he just kept falling and falling into the dark hole....until sex wasn't the only thing they both craved. Until they started craving each other's company, their touch, their love.
Jungkook sighed and pulled him closer. "I love you too,Jimin. Okay....Let's make a deal....when we're together here....it will be just us.....no one else will come between you and me. We will not worry about anyone else. This place is our tiny little world where we can be free." Jungkook whispered into Jimin's ear as he kissed his neck, making him shiver with pleasure.
"Hmm. Just us." Jimin murmured, his eyes closing as Jungkook's breath tickled his ear Jungkook's arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, and Jimin could feel the hardness pressing against his thigh. He leaned into the embrace.
Jungkook leaned in to kiss him but Jimin leaned back with a playful giggle and place his delicate index finger, adorned with a beautiful ring on Jungkook's lips. "But I have to freshen up first." He whispered.
Jungkook smirked beneath Jimin's finger and gently nipped at his finger with his teeth making jimin pull away with a soft gasp as he slapped jungkook's strong chest playfully.
"Let me go!" Jimin whined cutely.
"But I think I have to freshen up as well." Jungkook whispered looking down at his clothes from the party.
Jimin looked at his looked at him before he gave each a mysterious smirk.
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They were now in Jimin's luxurious bathroom, the room a symphony of white marble and chrome fixtures that gleamed under the soft lights. The shower was a walk-in masterpiece with a rainfall showerhead that created a veil of water that surrounded them. Jungkook's strong, muscular arms held Jimin against the wall, his large hands cupping Jimin's hips as he pushed into him. Jimin's legs were wrapped around Jungkook's waist, his thin ankles crossing at the small of Jungkook's back. The water cascaded down their naked bodies, mixing with the sweat that glistened on their skin.
Jungkook's teeth sank into the soft flesh of Jimin's bottom lip, drawing a gasp from the smaller man as Jungkook's cock fucked into Jimin's cunt with a fierce, possessive hunger. Jimin's nails raked down Jungkook's back, leaving a trail of red marks in their wake, as he moaned into the larger man's mouth. The sound was like music to Jungkook's ears, a sweet symphony of pleasure that only he could elicit from Jimin's beautiful, trembling body.
The water from the shower rained down on them, cascading over their intertwined limbs and mingling with the sweet scent of their desire. Jimin's huge, round tits bounced with each of Jungkook's punishing thrusts, the nipples pebbled and sensitive from his relentless teasing. Jungkook's hand was full of them, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh before his mouth found one, suckling on it greedily, as he held Jimin's body with only one hand.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Jungkook growled against Jimin's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His free hand slid down from Jimin's tits to Jimin's clit, his thumb circling the swollen nub with the same rhythm as his hips. Jimin moaned, his body arching into the touch, his cunt tightening around Jungkook's cock as his delicate arms held onto jungkook's strong shoulders tightly.
His long hair was plastered to his back, and the water beaded on his flushed skin, as his tight cunt clenched around Jungkook's cock with each powerful thrust. Jungkook's tongue delved into Jimin's mouth, tasting the sweetness of the champagne from earlier, now mingled. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the steamy enclosure, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of the water.
Jimin's moans grew louder, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain as Jungkook's fingers played with his clit, mercilessly driving him closer to the edge. "You're going to come for me," Jungkook murmured against Jimin's ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You're going to scream my name and tell me how much you need me."
"I need you," Jimin whimpered, his voice a desperate plea. "Fuck me harder, Jungkook."
Jungkook's grip on Jimin's hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he drove into him, each one hitting that perfect spot that made Jimin's toes curl. "Fuck! Such a tight cunt!" He grunted, his voice thick with lust.
Jimin's eyes rolled back to the back of his head from the intense pleasure as loud moans slipped from his lips due to the constant abuse of Jungkook's cock on his G-spot.
Jungkook lightly slapped jimin's cheeks. "Is my baby already so cock drunk? Huh?
Jimin's eyes snapped open and he glared at Jungkook, his pupils dilated with lust. "Fuck you, Jungkook," he panted, "Fuck me like you own me."
Jungkook's eyes darkened, as he gripped Jimin's jaw harshly. "I do fucking own you." He grunted as he claimed Jimin's mouth with a brutal kiss, his tongue invading and claiming what was his. Jimin's feisty nature never failed to turn him on. It was like throwing gasoline on a smoldering fire, and Jungkook was more than happy to fan the flames.
"Brat," Jungkook murmured against Jimin's swollen lips, a smirk playing on his own. He smacked Jimin's ass, the sound echoing in the tiled bathroom. Jimin yelped but his eyes gleamed with excitement. He knew what was coming. He craved the dominance Jungkook had over him, the way Jungkook could turn him into a puddle of need with just a look or a touch.
"Is that all you got, Jungkook?" Jimin taunted, his voice a sultry challenge. He squirmed in Jungkook's arms, his body begging for more. "I'm not some delicate doll. Man up and fuck me like you mean it."
Jungkook narrowed his eyes as he slapped Jimin's tits that were bouncing due to his the power of Jungkook's thrust, which made Jimin yelp at the sting. He placed Jimin back on his feet as jimin needily looked at him while panting. Jungkook harshly turned Jimin around to face the marble and as he pressed Jimin's cheek against the cold, tiled wall.
Jimin cried out when Jungkook slapped his ass with a bruising force. "Fine. Then don't fucking cry when I'll give you exactly what you want." He hissed in Jimin's ear and with one swift motion slammed his huge, veiny cock inside Jimin's tight cunt from behind.
Jimin's nails scraped against the marble wall as Jungkook's powerful body collided with his, his cock invading him without mercy. He could feel Jungkook's hot breath on his neck as he whispered more degrading words into his ear, each one sending a thrill down his spine. "You so desperate, aren't you, my little whore?" Jungkook's hands found their way to Jimin's wrists, pinning them above his head.
"You're the one who can't keep your hands to yourself," Jimin spat back, his voice filled with both anger and arousal. He pushed his hips back, taking Jungkook's length deeper, his insults only fueling the fire of Jungkook's passion. Jungkook's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Jimin's silk like soft skin. He needed to mark Jimin, to claim him in every way possible.
With a snarl, Jungkook slapped Jimin's perky ass again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the bathroom. Jimin's moan was music to his ears, that made his cock throb with need. "Is that what you want?" Jungkook demanded, his voice a low growl. "You want me to treat you like the whore you are?"
Jimin's only response was to push his ass back further, silently begging for more. Jungkook chuckled darkly, his grip on Jimin's wrists tightening. He knew what Jimin craved, the roughness that made him feel alive, the dominance that made him submit completely. Jungkook was more than happy to give it to him.
He slammed into Jimin's cunt, each thrust a punishment for his insolence. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a cacophony of pleasure and pain. Jimin's moans grew louder, his insults turning into whimpers as Jungkook's cock hit his sweet spot with every plunge.
Jungkook was fucking him so brutally, that he couldn't help it when tears started to form in his eyes, mixing with the water from the shower. But it wasn't from pain, it was from the intense pleasure that Jungkook's roughness brought him. Jimin felt alive, more alive than he had ever felt in his life. He threw his head back, exposing his neck, silently begging Jungkook to claim him, to mark him.
Jungkook didn't disappoint. He leaned over Jimin's body, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his neck. Jimin's moans grew louder, his body writhing under Jungkook's dominance. Jungkook's hand slid down to Jimin's clit, his fingers working the sensitive bundle of nerves with a roughness that made Jimin's knees buckle.
"A..ah don't stop...I'm c..close..." Jimin cried but the moment he said that, Jungkook's fingers on his clit stopped and his fast, brutal turned torturously slow.
"Jungkook!" Jimin whined as Jungkook chuckled at his desperation.
"Beg me. Beg me and I'll let you come. You were being such a brat a few minutes ago....now be my good little slut and beg." Jungkook whispered menacingly in Jimin's ear as he continued to thrust into him with agonizing slowness.
Jimin's eyes snapped open, the fire in them burning brighter than the sun. "I don't beg." He spat stubbornly. But his body was betraying him, his pussy was spasming around Jungkook's cock, begging for release.
Jungkook smirked, enjoying the playful banter. "Oh, but you will." He said, his voice a dark promise. He slapped Jimin hard across his face, the sound reverberating in the bathroom. Jimin's breath hitched, his walls tightening around Jungkook's cock.
Jimin's eyes narrowed, his cheek red from the slap. "You're such an asshole," he spat, his voice filled with defiance. But the tremble in his voice betrayed his need.
"Did you forget how you always beg me to slap you? Hmm? Daddy's only precious child, always getting whatever he wants, wanted me slap and degrade him, show you your place."
Jimin's feisty persona didn't falter even when Jungkook slapped him again, harder this time, his cheek burning from the impact. "Fuck you," Jimin spat, his eyes sparkling with the same fiery challenge, his insides bubbling with excitement.
Jungkook fucked his cock into Jimin strong but slow, each thrust punctuating the silence of the steamy bathroom with a wet slap. Jimin's insults turned into whimpers of pleasure, his body responding to Jungkook's dominance. "Is this what you want, baby?" Jungkook taunted, his voice thick with lust.
Jimin's hands reached behind him to pull Jungkook's face closer as Jungkook kissed him roughly, his tongue plunging into Jimin's mouth with a ferocity that matched the thrusts of his hips.
"Fuck me.." Jimin whined.
Jungkook's thrust were still torturously slow. "You're almost there baby. I won't give you what you want until you beg."
Jimin's breath hitched and he bit his lower lip to keep from screaming in frustration. Jungkook knew exactly how to push his buttons, and the taunting was making him crazy. "Jungkook...please," he whispered, his voice strained.
"Please what?" Jungkook's grip on Jimin's wrists tightened as he held Jimin's hand behind his back, his hips rocking into him with a maddening slowness that had Jimin's knees trembling.
"Please...please let me come," Jimin begged, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
Jungkook's smirk grew wider as he watched Jimin squirm under his touch, the delicious frustration painting his features. "So pretty when you beg," he murmured, his voice a soft caress in the steam-filled room. He gave Jimin's ass one final, hard slap before he pulled out of him, making the smaller man whine at the loss of his cock.
"Now, I'm going to fuck you like the greedy little slut you are," Jungkook growled, and with that, he slammed back into Jimin, his hips moving fast and hard. Jimin's eyes rolled back in his head, his moans echoing off the tiles as Jungkook's cock hit his g-spot with every brutal thrust. Jungkook's hand found Jimin's clit, rubbing it with a fierce precision that had Jimin's knees giving out.
Jimin's body was a taut bowstring, every muscle tight with need. He was so close, so close to that sweet release that he could feel it coiling in his belly like a serpent, ready to strike. "Ah, Jungkook, please, I'm gonna come," he begged, his voice hoarse from the relentless pleasure Jungkook was giving him.
Jimin's cheek was pressed on the marbled wall while jungkook held both of his delicate hands behind his back, holding them with his single hand. Jungkook's other hand rubbed jimin's throbbing clit with an unyielding rhythm that had Jimin's body tightening like a bowstring. Jungkook's cock slammed into Jimin's cunt with a force that was almost brutal, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through Jimin's body.
Jimin's legs were trembling, his whole body was trembling, as Jungkook fucked him without mercy. The water from the shower washed over them, mixing with the sweat and precum that coated their bodies.
Jungkook grabbed Jimin's long hair and bunched them in his fist, pulling him back roughly. "Look at me when I make you cum," he demanded, his voice a dark growl that sent a shiver down Jimin's spine. Jimin's eyes fluttered open, meeting Jungkook's intense gaze as Jungkook began to pound into him with a ferocity that stole his breath.
The sound of Jungkook's cock slamming into Jimin's tight cunt was the only sound in the room, a rhythmic beat that matched the pounding of their hearts. Jimin's moans grew louder, his body shaking with the force of his impending orgasm. Jungkook's thumb circled Jimin's clit with a merciless precision, the sensation driving Jimin wild. He could feel his orgasm building, a storm gathering inside him, threatening to break free.
"Fuck, Jungkook," Jimin moaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Fuck me harder, please, please..." His begging was music to Jungkook's ears, the sweet sound of his baby's surrender. Jungkook's grip on Jimin's wrists and hair tightened, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of Jimin's slick channel with a wet, slapping sound that filled the air.
Jimin's body was a symphony of pleasure, each stroke of Jungkook's cock playing a note that resonated deep within him. He could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that was threatening to consume him entirely. Jungkook's thumb worked Jimin's clit in a relentless rhythm, the pressure building until it was unbearable. "Jungkook," Jimin screamed, his voice breaking. "I'm going to come, I'm going to come, oh god, I'm going to come!"
And with that, he did. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, a wave of pleasure so intense that it brought tears to his eyes. His walls clamped down around Jungkook's cock, milking him for all he was worth. Jungkook's name was a desperate cry on Jimin's lips, his body shaking with the force of his climax. Jungkook watched with a dark satisfaction, his own need growing more urgent with every spasm of Jimin's body.
As Jimin's orgasm began to subside, Jungkook pulled out of him, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He stepped back, his own climax building to a crescendo. Jimin's legs gave out from under him, his knees hitting the cold marble floor with a thud. Jungkook's hand was in Jimin's hair, guiding him down, down until Jimin's mouth was mere inches from his pulsing, desperate cock.
"Open your mouth," He instructed, his voice strained with need. Jimin's lips parted, and Jungkook's cock slid in, filling his mouth. Jungkook's hand tightened in Jimin's hair as he began to thrust, his movements jerky and erratic.
Jimin looked up at Jungkook through hooded hazel brown teary eyes, his cheeks flushed with aftershocks of his intense orgasm. He could taste the saltiness of Jungkook's precum on his tongue, feel the heat of Jungkook's cock as it filled his mouth. Jungkook's grip on his hair was almost painful, but it only served to make him more eager to please.
"Good boy," Jungkook murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched Jimin take him in, inch by inch. "Now, suck me dry."
Jimin eagerly complied, his mouth moving up and down Jungkook's shaft with a hunger that was palpable. Jungkook's eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel his orgasm approaching, the tension in his balls tightening until it was almost unbearable. "Fuck, Jimin," he moaned, his hips bucking.
Jimin's eyes never left Jungkook's as he sucked him off, the water from the shower beating down on his back. He could feel Jungkook's cock thicken in his mouth, the veins standing out against the velvety skin. Jungkook's hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, forcing him to take even more of his length.
And then, with a grunt that was almost feral, Jungkook came, his hot cum spurting into Jimin's mouth. Jimin swallowed it down, his eyes never leaving Jungkook's, his own pleasure at giving Jungkook such intense pleasure evident in the way his eyes fluttered closed briefly.
Jungkook's cock pulsed in Jimin's mouth as he milked the last drops of cum from him, his eyes never leaving the smaller man's face. He pulled out of Jimin's mouth, his cock still twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He looked down at Jimin, who was now kneeling before him, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed over.
With a gentle smile, Jungkook reached down and picked Jimin up, cradling him in his arms. Jimin's legs wrapped around Jungkook's waist, his arms going around his neck as he nuzzled into Jungkook's shoulder. Jungkook's strong arms flexed under Jimin's weight, but he didn't falter, carrying him out of the shower with an ease that spoke of his love and care.
The bathroom floor was slick with water, but Jungkook's grip was firm and sure as he stepped out onto the plush, heated bath mat. He carried Jimin over to the large, jetted jacuzzi tub that was already filled with steaming water and bubbles. It was a stark contrast to the cold marble, the warmth enveloping them as Jungkook lowered himself and Jimin into the tub with the grace of a man who knew exactly how to treat his love like royalty.
Jimin's legs were still trembling from the intense orgasm, but the warmth of the water began to soothe the ache in his muscles. He leaned back into Jungkook's embrace, sighing contentedly as Jungkook's strong arms held him close.
"I love you." Jungkook whispers into Jimin's ear, holding Jimin close.
Jimin smiles and snuggle more against Jungkook's strong chest. "I love you too."
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Later that night when Jimin and Jungkook were sitting in Jimin's balcony, watching the city lights.
Jimin was just in his panties and Jungkook's oversized shirt, the fabric swimming around Jimin's slender frame, and it smelled faintly of Jungkook's cologne. Jungkook, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of grey joggers that hung low on his hips, showcasing his toned abs and the dark trail of hair that led down to the waistband. He was shirtless, his skin glistening with the remnants of their shower.
They were cuddled up together on the small couch in Jimin's balcony. Jimin had a Tupperware container balanced on his lap, the lid off to reveal a decadent chocolate cake that he had made earlier in the day for Jungkook since he was meeting him after two long weeks of staying apart due to work.
Jimin's was giddy with excitement, the silver spoon glistening in the moonlight. Jungkook leaned in closer, his eyes on the treat, his mouth watering. Jimin giggled, feeding him a small spoonful. Jungkook's eyes never left Jimin's as he took the bite, savoring the sweetness and the slight tang of the cream cheese frosting.
"Mm, it's heavenly," Jungkook murmured, licking the remnants of the chocolate from his lips. Jimin beamed with pride, his cheeks flushing at the compliment. He had slaved over the cake all afternoon, wanting it to be perfect for Jungkook.
"I made it for you all afternoon." He said proudly.
Jungkook raised his eyebrows, eyes brimming with adoration as he looked at Jimin. "You made it?" He asked and Jimin nodded proudly. "Wow...Park Jimin in the kitchen? How did that happen?" He teased, making Jimin laugh.
"Well....I failed like ten times but at the end I managed." He shrugged, as he made Jungkook eat another spoonful of the chocolate cake.
Jungkook chuckled, taking the spoon from Jimin's hand. "It's delicious, baby," he assured, taking another bite before feeding Jimin.
Suddenly Jungkook gasped dramatically making Jimin look at him with a confused frown. "What happened?" He asked with his mouth filled with cake as he quickly gulped it down his throat.
"You know what I think it is?" Jungkook leaned closer to whisper as if it was secret.
Jimin looked at him curiously. "What?" He whispered back just as secretively.
"I think you're turning into a good little housewife for me." Jungkook whispered and burst out in laughter when Jimin threw a small cushion at him playfully.
"Eww," Jimin retorted, his cheeks red from both the cold night air and his own embarrassment. "Never!"
Jungkook chuckled, taking the Tupperware from Jimin's hands and placing it on the small table next to them. He pulled Jimin closer, so that their legs were tangled together on the couch, the warmth of their bodies creating a bubble of heat against the coolness of the night. Jimin snuggled into Jungkook's embrace, feeling the comforting beat of his heart against his chest.
"I'm sorry about earlier," Jungkook whispered, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet night.
"About what?"
"That Kwon thing." Jungkook clarified. "It's just....I know there are such disgusting people in industry. And you're too pretty. I don't want someone to take advantage of you or hurt you." He sighed, his eyes searching Jimin's.
Jimin felt a warmth spread through his chest at Jungkook's concern. He leaned in to kiss Jungkook's neck. "I know. But you don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself."
Jungkook nodded, his eyes still filled with love and protectiveness. "I know you can, baby. It's just that sometimes I get so possessive." He admitted, his hand stroking Jimin's bare thigh.
Jimin leaned into the touch, his eyes softening. He cupped the side of Jungkook's forehead. "Stop thinking too much. I'm not going anywhere." He said pecking Jungkook's lips.
Jungkook hummed and pulled Jimin closer to him, hugging him tightly.
But the moment of peace was shattered by the shrill sound of Jimin's phone ringing beside them. Jimin casually reached for his phone but his smile dropped when he saw the caller ID.
"Who is it?" Jungkook asked, peppering kisses on Jimin's soft cheeks.
"It's Taehyung." Jimin whispered as Jungkook looked up at Jimin with a frown.
"Why is he calling you?" Jungkook asked.
"What if he knows we are together?" Jimin worried.
Jungkook just leaned back on the couch. "Don't worry. Pick up." He said.
Jimin took a deep breath and picked up the call. "Hey Tae."
"Jiminie. I thought you were asleep. I didn't wake you up right?" Taehyung asked on the phone, Jimin has put the phone on speaker so that Jungkook can listen to.
"No. I wasn't sleeping." Jimin said. "What's up?"
"Nothing...I was just bored." Taehyung said.
Jimin gulped and looked at Jungkook. "Why? Where is your husband?"
Taehyung sighed. "Jungkook is still at the office. Some emergency or something. For two weeks he was perfectly at home. Always comes home on time, spends time at home....But now again he's back to being busy at work."
Jimin looks at Jungkook. The same two weeks when Jimin was not in Korea.
"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that Tae. Is there anything I can do to help?" Jimin offered, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Can we go shopping tomorrow? It's Sunday. You must be free." Taehyung suggested, sounding hopeful.
Jimin's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know how to tell him that he had plans with Jungkook, the very husband he was talking about. "Um, sure. What time?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"How about 1 PM? I'll come pick you up." Taehyung said cheerfully.
Jungkook's hand tightened around Jimin's thigh, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and anger. Jimin swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in his stomach. "I'll be ready." He forced a smile into his voice, hoping Taehyung couldn't hear the tension.
After hanging up, Jimin looked down at his lap, pensive.
"Tomorrow was for us." Jungkook's voice was low, his eyes dark with a mix of anger.
Jimin looks up at him. "I know. But......Jungkook, I'm already betraying Tae so much....I mean imagine.....me, his bestfriend is having an affair with his husband. How bad is that?"
"I said not to think about this."
Jimin looked down at his lap, playing with the delicate rings on his fingers. "He said you were perfect for him in these two weeks. When I was away to London. Did you......did you had sex with him?" He asked softly, his voice trembling.
Jungkook's eyes flashed with anger. "How can you even think that?" He snapped, his grip on Jimin's thigh tightening.
"I mean.....He's your husband Isn't that...."
Jungkook gripped Jimin's jaw making him to look at him. "Jimin....I don't love him. Yeah before you came into my life, I did had sex with him out of marital obligation. I don't even get turned on seeing him. You know how hard it was to pretend that I'm into him?" He whispered.
"Jungkook....."
"But then you came into my life and drove me fucking crazy. You are all I ever wanted and desired. You're everything I have wanted for me. I haven't touched Taehyung ever since we started our relationship. Unfortunately I have to kiss him, otherwise it will be too suspicious and I'm sorry for that." Jungkook whispered, his eyes searching Jimin's.
Jimin felt a warmth spread through him, his fears momentarily assuaged by Jungkook's confession. He leaned in to kiss Jungkook, their lips meeting in a tender embrace that spoke volumes of their love and need for each other. Jungkook's hand cupped the back of Jimin's head, his thumb tracing lazy circles on Jimin's cheek as they kissed, the taste of chocolate still lingering on both of their tongues.
"I love you." Jungkook whispered against Jimin's lips, his breath warm and sweet with the scent of chocolate.
Jimin's eyes searched Jungkook's, looking for any signs of deceit, but all he saw was love and sincerity. "I love you too," he murmured, his voice a soft caress against Jungkook's skin.
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