Chapter Text
Jeongukk doesn’t remember the drive. Not really.
The city passed in blurred lights, familiar roads, automatic turns. His body moving on habit while his mind stayed somewhere else.
Somewhere smaller. Warmer.
Jimin.
The penthouse greeted him in silence.
Cold. Perfect. Untouched.
He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it somewhere without looking, loosening his cuffs as he walks further in. But his steps slowing down near the living area.
His gaze landing on it. The vase.
Placed exactly where it should be. Where Jimin had left it.
Untouched.
He walked toward it. Stopping right in front of it. For a moment, he just looked.
And then...
His fingers lifted, brushing against the smooth surface, gently.
Him seeing Jimin in it.
Laughing. Leaning forward, eyes bright, attention somewhere else.
Not on him.
His jaw tightened. Fingers curling around the vase as if choking it. Before loosening again, forcing restraint.
It’s stupid.
He knows it is.
He exhaled through his nose, stepping away. The bar few steps away.
He poured himself a drink without thinking. White liquid catching the dim light, reflecting it back.
One sip.
Then another, It burns going down.
Jimin’s voice echoing anyway.
His smile.
Not for him. Shared.
His grip tightened around the glass.
He shouldn’t be caring this much. It was just dinner. Just his friends.
Jeongukk threw the glass before he even realizes it. Hard.
Shattering against the wall.
Sharp, violent.
Pieces scattering across the floor, the sound echoing too loudly in the quiet space.
Jeongukk stood there, chest rising and falling a little heavier now.
Breathing uneven. Jaw clenched.
The anger came fast. Uncomfortable in its intensity.
Possessive and ugly.
His hand flexed at his side like he wanted to break something else.
His gaze flickered back around the room. To the perfect stillness of it, the emptiness.
And then the thought of Jimin.
Soft. Careful.
Easily startled by the wrong kind of intensity. Jeongukk shuts his eyes briefly, dragging a hand down his face.
He exhaled sharper this time, forcing the tension down, containing it the only way he knows how.
“I need a shower.” he muttered under his breath, voice rough.
Before he does something that might scare Jimin.
He turned, walking towards his bedroom. Already undoing the rest of his buttons. Leaving the mess behind.
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The door clicked shut behind Hobi and Minsoo.
Their voices fading down the hallway, laughter lingering even after they’re gone.
Jimin stands there for a second.
“Finally." he muttered to the empty space.
His eyes drifting automatically to the couch, the table, the chair Jeongukk had been sitting on.
The way Jeongukk had gone quiet. The way he left, too easily.
“You’re overthinking.” he told himself, but it sounded weak.
He quickly grabbed his phone. Sitting on his bed, cross-legged. His thumb hovering for half a second, then pressing call.
It rang once.
Twice.
Then third. Longer than usual.
Jimin’s brows pulled together, fingers tightening around the phone.
“Pick up." he murmured under his breath.
A click.
“Yeah.” Jeongukk's voice came through.
Rougher than usual. Anything Jimin has ever heard.
“Hey...” he said sheepishly.
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Jeongukk stepped out of the shower, water still trailing down his skin. A towel hanging low on his waist. Barely secured. His hair damp, pushed back.
As he reached over his bed, he saw his phone lighting up on the side table.
Jimin.
For a second, he just looked at it. Jaw tight, the call kept ringing.
He exhaled sharply, then picked it up. “Yeah.”
“Hey.” Jimin’s voice was timid, careful.
Jeongukk didn’t respond right away, grabbing another small towel, that was on his bed. Rubbing it through his hair.
“You reached home?” Jimin asked.
“Mm.” Jeongukk's reply was short and distant.
Jimin shifted on the other end. “You left kinda early.”
“I told you. Morning.”
Jimin went quiet for a second, then tried again. “Did you… not like it?”
Jeongukk's hand stilled. “It was fine.”
But it didn’t sound fine. It sounded controlled. Jimin heard it.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, a little more firmly.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t do that.” Jimin insisted. Voice tightening slightly. “You were okay and then suddenly you weren’t. Just tell me, please.”
Silence settled.
Heavy.
Jeongukk let out a quiet breath, but there was no calm in it. “You were busy.”
Jimin blinked. “What?”
“You were busy.” He repeated again. “Didn’t seem like you needed me there.”
Jimin’s grip on the phone tightened. His heart skipping a beat, not for a romantic reason.
“That’s not...I was talking to them, they’re my friends...”
“I know who they are.” Jeongukk cuts in sharper.
Jimin exhaled, trying to steady himself. “Then why are you acting like this?”
A pause.
“You didn’t even notice.”
Jimin’s brows pulled together. “Notice what?”
Jeongukk scoffed. “Exactly.”
Jimin swallowed. He knew Jeongukk felt different, but didn't know, why.
“I’m sorry.”
Jeongukk's expression hardened on the other side. “I don’t want that.”
Jimin froze, staring up at nothing.
“Don’t just say sorry because you think you should." Jeongukk continued. “I’m not asking for that.”
“I’m not just saying it..."
“Then what are you saying Jimin?” he cut in again. Frustration slipping through. “Because from where I was sitting, you were fine. Laughing, talking, like I wasn’t even there.”
“That’s not true.” Jimin said loudly, words final. “I was with you...”
“Were you?” Jeongukk snapped.
The word hanging between them possessive.
“I was right there, Jimin.” The older continued. Voice dropping dangerously. “And you still managed to feel far.”
Jimin went quiet. Because that sounded weirdly painful.
Jeongukk dragged a hand through his damp hair, pacing once.
“I don’t like that." he added, more to himself than anything. “I don’t like sharing you like that.”
There it was.
Raw honesty.
Jimin’s voice was softer, much understanding. “They’re my friends.”
“I know, and I'm not saying they’re not. I just…” Jeongukk paused. Searching for something that doesn’t sound as bad as he felt. “…don’t like not having you.”
The words landed heavier than he probably intended.
Jeongukk closed his eyes briefly, irritation sitting under his skin. "Forget it."
“Don’t say that.” Jimin said quickly. His voice urgent, a little breathless. “Don’t shut it down like that.”
Jeongukk didn’t answer. So, Jimin obliged to keep talking.
“You’re not nothing to me. And I wasn’t ignoring you. I just...I got caught up, okay? That doesn’t mean you weren’t there.”
A pause.
Then, he quietly added. "You’re not…replaceable like that.”
Something in Jeongukk stilled. He decided to push it a little, his voice shaking slightly.
“You don’t get to just say ‘sorry’ and leave it there Jimin. I deserve more than that.” He continued.
“…More?”
“Yeah.”
“What?” Jimin asked, barely above a whisper now.
Jeongukk, paced once, turning his back to the world. Fingers tight around the phone before he spoke again. Slower this time.
“Say my name.”
Jimin’s breath caught. “Wh...what?”
“And tell me how much I mean to you.”
The line went quiet for long, and Jeongukk thought, maybe he pushed it too much.
But Jimin's shaky breath could be heard. Soft.
“Jeongukk.”
A beat.
“You mean so much to me. I notice you." he added, voice low. “Even when it doesn’t look like it. I do.”
Another pause.
“I just…don’t always know how to show it right. But that doesn’t mean you’re not important.”
A breath.
“You are.”
Silence followed after Jimin’s words.
Jeongukk didn’t speak right away, but when he did. His voice is different.
“Do you know what you are to me?” he asks quietly.
But he didn’t need an answer. Jeongukk continued anyway.
“You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the only thing that stays in my head the whole day.”
A pause.
“I could be in a room full of people,,and I still find myself wondering what you’re doing. If you’ve eaten. If you’re laughing like you were tonight.”
His jaw tightening again.
“And who you’re laughing with.”
Jimin’s breath stuttered.
Possessiveness, not even trying to hide. “You’re not just someone I like, Jimin. You’re mine.”
He paused, like it wasn’t enough.
“Mine.”
Firm. Certain.
“And I want you. All of it.”
Jimin could hear the shift in his breathing now. His hand curling into his bedsheet unconsciously.
Jeongukk's tone softens just a fraction, not loosing intensity. "I don’t just want your attention when it’s easy. I want you to look for me.”
Silence stretched
“And right now…”
His voice dropping. “I want you here.”
“You saying my name like that.” he adds, under his breath. “Makes me think about how it would sound if you were right in front of me.”
Jimin’s closes his eyes, leaning back to the wall.
Jeongukk's words wrapping around him.“You’re being unfair."
“I know.”
Jimin shifted on his bed. Grabbing a pillow, setting it between his legs. “You say things like that and then expect me to just sit here like nothing’s happening?”
Jeongukk, settled on his bed. “What is happening?”
Jimin bit his lips, his chest rising and falling.
“You..." he said, barely above a whisper. “You’re happening.”
Jeongukk goes quiet for a second. Then he picks up a pillow, propping it to his bed headboard. Leaning against it.
“I want to hear you Jimin.” he says, lowly.
There’s a soft rustle, faint sound of movement, breath a little clearer now on the line, from Jimin's end.
Jeongguk closes his eyes. “Say my name again.”
“Jeongukk.”
“You don’t sound like you’re sorry anymore.” he said
“I miss you." Jimin admitted.
And something in Jeongukk snapped, as he was on his feet instantly. Moving. "I'm coming."
"NO!!" Jimin shouted. Sitting straight. "I...i won't... i can't see you like this. Please."
Jeongukk halted on his step, sitting back down quietly. He can’t push Jimin, not in this.
"Okay. I won’t." He said assuringly. And continued the rhythm. “You want to fix it?”
Jimin nodded instinctively, even though he could not be seen. “Yeah.”
“Then don’t hold back now.”
A pause.
“Talk to me.” Jeongguk added. “Tell me, what are you feeling right now."
Jimin swallowed. Surrendered in the heat of the moment. A fragile, stuttering sound that went straight to Jeongukk’s groin.
"I feel...weird. Hot. It hurts, Jeongukk."
Jeongukk closed his eyes, his hand moving to untuck the towel, and palm his half hard cock. "Where does it hurt, my baby? Be specific."
Name slipping out casually, easily. Yet neither of them noticed it.
"My chest." Jimin whimpered, voice trembling. "And...and lower, between my legs."
A low growl rumbled in Jeongukk’s throat. "Fuck Jimin. I need you. Close. Under me."
"Yes." Jimin breathed out. "Please. I hate fighting with you. I just want to be good for you."
Jeongukk stroked his cock. Already thick and throbbing with a desperate kind of hunger. He wrapped a hand around the base, squeezing tight.
"You are good, Jimin. And right now, you’re perfect, falling apart for me. Are you touching yourself?"
Jimin let out a choked sob. "I...i don't know if I should."
"You do what I tell you." Jeongukk said. His voice dark and possessive. He began stroking himself. Slow and deliberate, the friction sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. "Touch your pretty cock for me. Imagine my hand on it."
There was a rustle of fabric on the line, followed by a sharp intake of breath. "Ah...Jeongukk."
"Harder." Jeongukk ordered, his fist tightening around his shaft. He smeared the pre-cum beading at the tip over the head, using it to slick the way. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes." Jimin moaned, his voice cracking. "It burns. I wish it was your hands."
"I wish it was my hands too, my baby." Jeongukk groaned.The image of Jimin’s pale skin flushing under his touch made his hips buck involuntarily.
"I’d leave marks all over that pretty chest. Everyone would know who you belong to."
Jeongukk listened intently to the sound of Jimin’s breathing growing ragged, shallow gasps that betrayed his rising panic and arousal.
"Are you naked?" Jeongukk asked.
"Y...yes," Jimin stammered.
"Good. Touch your hole for me." Jeongukk commanded, the words filthy and raw. "Circle it with your finger. Don't push in yet. Just tease it. Tell me what it feels like."
"It's...tight." Jimin whispered, sounding overwhelmed. "It's twitching Jeongukk. I don’t like it."
Jeongukk cursed under his breath, his head falling back against the headrest. "Fuck, Jimin. You have no idea what you do to me. Put a finger in. Slowly. Fuck yourself on it."
A high-pitched whine pierced the speaker. "It hurt...hah."
"Work it." Jeongukk growled, his strokes becoming faster, more erratic. "Add another one. Stretch yourself open for me. Imagine it’s my cock splitting you wide open. I’d make you take every inch, my baby. I wouldn't let you rest until you were screaming my name."
Jimin’s moans grew louder, filling Jeongukk’s ear, a symphony of submission. "Jeongukk... please. I'm so hard. It hurts."
"Touch your dick."Jeongukk ordered. "Wrap your hand around it and jerk it hard. Match my pace. Can you hear me? Can you hear how much I want you?"
The sound of Jeongukk’s fist flying over his cock was lewd and wet, a squelching rhythm that seemed to fill the room. He was leaking steadily now, the fluid coating his shaft, making the friction hot and slick.
"I hear you." Jimin panted, the sound of his own fapping joining the chorus. "You sound so vulgar."
"Yeah? Well this vulgar cock is going to fuck your throat until you can’t speak back to me. And then, I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours."
Jimin cried out, a sound of pure surrender. "I'm close...can I cum?"
"Not yet." Jeongukk denied him, relishing the power. "Edge yourself. Stop."
Jimin let out a frustrated sob, but the rustling stopped. "Please, Jeongukk. I need it."
"Beg for it." Jeongukk demanded, his hand slowing down to a maddening tease. "Tell me exactly what you need."
"Shit...God...i...i need you." Jimin gasped, his voice breaking. "I want to be yours completely. I want to be so full of you. Please, let me cum for you!"
That was it. The mental image of Jimin wrecked and begging, his hole clenching around nothing, desperate to be bred, shattered Jeongukk’s control.
"Do it." Jeongukk snarled, his hand slamming over his cock one last time. "Cum with me, my love. Now!"
Jeongukk’s orgasm tore through him with the force of a hurricane. He gritted his teeth, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as ropes of hot, thick cum shot from his dick, coating his hand and his torso.
His hips jerked violently, riding out the waves of pleasure that left him shaking and breathless.
On the other end, Jimin cried out his name, a long, drawn-out whimper that signaled his own release.
Jeongukk listened to the gasps and shuddering breaths, his own chest heaving as he came down from the high.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their recovery, the heavy silence returning to the line but softer now.
"Jeongukk?" Jimin’s voice was small, sleepy.
"I'm here." Jeongukk murmured, lifting his hand to look at the mess he’d made. "Don't clean it up." he said softly. "I want you to go to sleep sticky. I want you to remember only this part of the night, tomorrow."
"Okay." Jimin whispered, the obedience absolute. "I'm tired, Jeongukk. Can i sleep?"
"Ofcourse." Jeongukk bit his lip at the lack of response from other side of the line. Knowing well, that Jimin have gone to sleep already.
"Goodnight. My love." He whispered, kissing his phone once. Then ending the call and setting the phone down on the bed.
He stared at the ceiling. The earlier tension finally drained from his shoulders, replaced by a dark, possessive satisfaction.