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Jimin sighs as his gun clicks back, he twirls it in his hands idly and the tension of the room increases by the second. The clock on the wall above the old cashier who looks near a heart attack ticks by.

Jimin licks his lips and lifts the gun finally to the head of the man on his knees in front of him. His men on either side of him wait silently but internally whine that Jimin yet again is dragging on.

“Two months? You’re shipment is two months late, right?” Jimin tilts his head, “what exactly did you think was going to happen?”

“I-it wasn’t my fault sir!” Jimin rolls his eyes, puffing his cheeks.

“Were you not in charge? Are you not responsible for mishaps of a shipment that was put under your supervision?” he asks, pouting in mock sympathy.

The man’s mouth flounders for an excuse but the tension is cut quickly by the convenience store door ringing as someone enters. Jimin blinks but doesn’t lower his gun as he looks over his shoulder to the kid walking in.

The kid has a grey hoodie on but Jimin can see the red hair peeking out from underneath. He has earphones in, Anaconda plays loudly through them and Jimin wonders how he isn’t deaf.

The kid doesn’t seem to notice them at all, keeping his eyes trained on his phone.

He walks past them, down an aisle, and still doesn’t look up as he grabs a ramen from the shelf - as if he’s here every night.
He walks back, towards Jimin, and now Jimin can see his face perfectly. He’s gorgeous, sexy even and god knows how hard that is in the gross, stained hoodie the taller is in. He’s mouthing along to the song, rounding the corner and goes up to the cash register.

The old man shakes and looks at Jimin, Jimin raises a finger to his lips and the old man looks back to the kid who’s taking out one earphone and setting the ramen on the counter. The cashier rings him up and says a quick goodbye, eager to get the guy out and safe but the kid turns and walks to the other side of the store and sets up the ramen at the microwave.

Jimin snorts when he puts the earphone back in, he smiles bigger when the guy sits at the small counter near the window and eats as he plays on his phone.

Jimin turns to the man on his right, “put the guy in the car, i’ll deal with him at home.”

He nods and bows, obeying orders and Jimin turns to the other guy, “fix the security cameras.”

He doesn’t catch the response he gets because he’s walking down the aisle and grabbing the same ramen. He sets it on the counter, smiling at the old man sweetly and handing him cash.

The cashier rings him up, still shaken up, and thanks him. Jimin bows and goes to the microwave, he follows what he saw the kid do and as it’s heating up he unbuttons his shirt, taking it off so he just has his white t-shirt on.

Jimin takes the ramen out and stirs it up with his chopsticks before sitting down next to the kid.

One of his men walk out the back room, silently telling him everything was fixed and Jimin nods, he shoos him out so it’s just him, the kid, and the cashier.
He puts his head on his hand that’s propped up on the table and watches the boy next to him play some game on his phone. He purses his lips, pulling out his phone and googling the details and it shows the results of the name.

He sets his phone down, flipping his hair back and checking in the window reflection if he looks okay, effortlessly perfect as always. Jimin clears his throat and touches the kids shoulder, making him jump and take out one earphone.

Jimin smiles sheepishly, “sorry, just, is that Super Rails? I just downloaded it yesterday and I honestly cannot stop playing it.”

The guy smiles, showing his bunny teeth, “me too! Oh my god, like I might not keep my job because I keep playing the game during my shift.”

Jimin giggles and runs a hand through his hair. Something shifts in the kids eyes and he scans over Jimin’s face.

“I’m Jungkook.” he says softly.


Jungkook takes his other headphone out, and turns his phone off. Jimin pushes down his smirk, instead smiling shyly and crossing his legs.
Jungkook asks what he’s doing there this late and Jimin bullshits something, in return Jungkook says he’s here because classes are a pain in his ass and ramen is the only thing helping him write some dumb report.

They talk for another hour, Jimin discretely texting his men to leave without him. Jimin touches him as much as he can to get his point across. Jungkook makes him laugh and he grips the younger’s thigh, Jungkook talks about how awful one of his professors is and Jimin rubs his arm.

Jungkook pouts at the clock over Jimin’s shoulder, “I have to go, my report is due really soon.”

Jimin clears his throat and rises from his seat, “let me walk you home.”

Jungkook’s nose scrunches with a cute smile, “shouldn’t I be offering that? You’re so tiny.”

Jimin smiles through the annoyance, “i’m tougher than I look.”

Jungkook laughs but agrees anyway, he throws their empty cups away and waves goodbye to the cashier who looks relieved to see them go. Jimin waves at him with a smirk behind Jungkook.

They walk in comfortable silence a couple blocks to Jungkook’s apartment building. Jungkook’s apartment is on the bottom floor and Jimin ironically tells him that’s dangerous.

Jungkook stops and turns in front of his door to Jimin, hands in his hoodie, “thanks, it was nice to have the company.”

Jimin shrugs and looks up at Jungkook through his eyelashes, “glad you got home safe, goodnight Kook.”

He turns swiftly, not making it one step before a hand is on his wrist. He smirks and stops, before controlling his face to concerned and raising his eyebrows back at Jungkook.

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, “Jimin, it’s really late out and this isn’t a good neighborhood.”

“I’ll be fine Kookie-”

“You should stay here, please, it would make me feel better.” Jungkook says more confidently, big doe eyes.

Jimin bites his lips, “and that’s really why you want me to stay?”

He steps closer and grips Jungkook’s arm, “for my safety?”

Jungkook scans over his face once again, he brings up a finger and pulls down Jimin’s lip from his teeth.

“Come inside Jimin.” he whispers.

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Jimin hums contently when warm lips press to his shoulder from behind, pulling him out of a blissful sleep. Jungkook slides a hand from his hip to around his chest.

“Morning beautiful, you up?” Jungkook mumbles against his skin.

Jimin turns slowly, sliding his thigh up around Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook’s rubs it slowly and squeezes his ass lazily.

“I don’t think so, a good morning kiss would probably do the job though.” Jungkook rolls his eyes and giggles.

He obliges the angel cuddling into his embrace and dips his tongue in between his lips.

Jimin moans and tilts his head for better access. This would be his 5th morning waking up in Jungkook’s heaven of a bed.

The first time there was something so addictive about it Jimin now dreads waking up any other way.

Jungkook must’ve felt similar, calling Jimin late at night and coming up with some excuse so Jimin has to come over.

Jungkook rips away from him with a groan and Jimin frowns up at him. Jungkook caresses over his cheek fondly and kisses his forehead before getting up from the bed.

“Go take a shower while I get started on breakfast.”

Jimin sits up and whines, “you’re not going to take it with me?”

Jungkook crosses his arms, “am I going to walk out more dirty than when I walked in?”

Jimin smirks devilishly and Jungkook throws a pillow at him with a laugh. He tells Jimin to go again and leaves the room. Jimin begrudgingly does so, texting back some of his men who seem completely incompetent with him gone if only for a few hours.

He moans as the hot water washes over his back in the shower and is surrounded by steam and the smell of Jungkook. Jungkook’s water bill is high enough so he doesn’t spend too much time in there.

He’s drying his hair roughly with an awaiting towel when he sees it. By the bed, a small bag is poking out under Jungkook’s jeans. He bends down, recognizing the green chunks inside immediately. He smirks and tosses it on the bed, walking out of the bedroom to the kitchen where Jungkook is bustling around.

“There’s my little pothead.” he teases, jumping up on the counter.

Jungkook freezes and turns around from the stove to Jimin, drinking his coffee casually.


Jimin gestures behind him to the bedroom, “found your stash.”

Jungkook gapes, “that’s, um-”

“Holding it for a friend?” he raises an eyebrow teasingly.

Jungkook walks closer to him after turning off the stove, he rubs over Jimin’s thighs comfortingly.

Jimin laughs, “why are you acting so weird? You run a drug ring or something?”

He doesn’t, Jimin knows all the ring leaders in Korea. He owns all the ring leaders in Korea.

Jungkook chuckles nervously, “it’s just, I um, I deal on the side sometimes for extra cash.”

He looks at Jimin with raised eyebrows and scared eyes. Jimin shrugs with a smile.

“That’s kind of sexy.” he whispers and Jungkook coughs, widening his eyes.

“I swear, you have the weirdest turn ons.” Jimin giggles and pulls him closer in between his legs.

“It’s like you’re all dark and mysterious.” he smiles at Jungkook innocently and kisses him passionately.

Jungkook moans, gripping his hips and sucking bruises on his neck. Jimin pants and digs his nails in Jungkook’s bare shoulders.

“Be rough with me like you would a guy that’s late on a payment.” Jungkook huffs a laugh but doesn’t tell him it doesn’t work like that.

He separates from Jimin and drops his sweats, wearing nothing underneath since they both left their underwear somewhere on Jungkook’s room floor last night. Jimin licks his lips as he looks over Jungkook, never quite getting used to how toned and muscly the boy was under that huge hoodie.

“You’re late again.” Jimin shivers at the familiar sentence, “it’s going to take a lot to make it up to me this time.”

Jimin juts out his lip in pout, “i’ll do anything!”

Jungkook tilts his head, fake thinking, “on your knees.”

Jimin pauses without meaning to, it’s too hot, and Jungkook snaps, “on your knees now, are you deaf?!”

Jimin quickly drops from the counter and onto his knees, looking up at Jungkook helplessly. A heavy spark of arousal settles in his stomach as his lover steps closer to him with a dark cloud in his gaze.

“I’m sorry sir, anything you need i’ll do.” he says lowly and Jungkook groans.

He grips the back of Jimin’s hair and pulls him back roughly, Jimin whimpers.

“Open.” he growls and Jimin immediately opens his mouth, tongue sticking out over his lips.

Jungkook bites his lips as he takes his free hand and strokes his already half hard self to full. Jimin has to grip his own thighs from reaching out and helping.
When he’s done he sets his hand on counter behind Jimin and guides Jimin’s head to his cock.

Jimin eagerly opens his mouth wider to accommodate. There’s nothing to stop him this time, he moans as Jungkook hits the back of his throat and Jungkook hisses.

“Hands by your side, don’t move.” he orders and Jimin whimpers but stays still.

Jungkook pulls back slowly and slides in again, starting a pace. He drops his head, fingers curling in Jimin’s soft hair and pulling roughly.

“Fuck, baby.” he groans and starts picking up speed.
Even as new as they were, he knew Jimin’s limits. That they were barely there. Jimin was into everything rough and dirty.

So Jungkook can let go and fuck into Jimin’s wet and hot mouth as hard as he wants, he does. He lets a string of curses fall out of his mouth as Jimin’s head starts rocking back and forth, trying to stay still.

Jungkook holds his head close and feels his thighs tensing. Jimin is practically against the counter cabinets and his throat burns with every hit but he obeys and keeps his hands to himself.

Jungkook comes with a groan, eyes shut in ecstacy. He pets Jimin’s hair as the shorter swallows everything down. Jimin gets up, wiping his mouth on Jungkook’s shirt sleeve.

Jungkook smiles at him blissfully and kisses him, Jimin reciprocates eagerly, running his hands up and down Jungkook’s chest.

“God you are so perfect.” he nudges Jimin’s nose with his own and Jimin preens.

Jungkook ducks his head and scratches the back of his neck before looking back up at Jimin, “you think this weekend we could stay at yours?”

Jimin’s smile falters, he swallows and nods. Jungkook smiles and kisses his cheek before turning back making breakfast.

Jimin scowls and leans back against the counter, pushing his tongue into his cheek. He knew Jungkook would want to eventually but it’s so much quicker than he expected. He hadn’t had time to think about ‘cleaning up’ before Jungkook can visit.

He silently sighs, going back to the bedroom and grabbing his phone, texting Jin that they need to have a meeting when he gets home.

The response is immediate, informing Jimin the men are ready and waiting by their post still, he rolls his eyes.

Jungkook calls him back whiningly and his smile comes back before skipping back to finish his blissful morning.

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“Woah.” Jungkook breathes, looking up at the secluded mansion looming over him and his new boyfriend.

Jimin grimaces, “not what you were expecting?”

Jimin made sure all his security was hidden away from Jungkook’s eye line, but still tight around the perimeter so nothing disrupts Jungkook’s stay here. Jimin had a few things lightened inside the house to make it more comfortable but, in reality this house is still owned by a mafia prince, there was only so much he could change on short notice.

“Old money, right?” Jungkook mumbles, taking out his duffle bag from Jimin’s Bentley, “it’s kind of scary.”

Jimin huffs, amused, “my grandfather had some creepy taste I guess.”

He takes Jungkook’s hand in his with an innocent smile and leads him up the long staircase up to the doors. Jungkook looks around with big doe eyes when Jimin opens the door for him, he gapes at the staircases framing the main room to the upstairs that looks dark and ominous.

Jimin discreetly checks his phone behind Jungkook to look at the security update.

Jungkook turns back to him, wide eyes, “you live here all alone?”

Jimin waves him off with a soft smile, “it’s not so bad, i’m out a lot anyway.”

Jungkook chuckles and licks his lips, priding himself that he gets Jimin out of this creepy bare house. He turns back to the house in awe and allows himself to explore the downstairs more.

Jimin grabs his arm right before he wanders into the hallway by the kitchen.

He bites his lip and stares up at Jungkook through his eyelashes, “did you want to see the bedroom?”

Jungkook smiles and nods. Jimin pushes Jungkook in front of himself, glancing over his shoulder at the hallway. He’ll scold Hoseok later for not locking it up or shielding it off somehow.

“Down the hall to the right, last door.” Jimin instructs as they get to the top of the stops.

Jimin gasps when he glances over the banister and sees a shit show. Right under him and Jungkook, his men have two men on the ground. Jungkook whips around quickly.

“What?” he puffs in pain when Jimin grabs him and pushes him up against the banister.

“You just look so good today baby, your thighs look amazing in these jeans, I just noticed.” he giggles and runs his hands up Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook smirks and slides his hands under Jimin’s sweater, pulling him closer, “god, you are such a little slut.” Jungkook growls.

Jimin has to refrain from clenching his fist, his men hearing this could set back their respect of their leader but it’s not like he could tell Jungkook off right here.

Jungkook’s hands travel down, resting on his ass and gripping hard. Jimin groans and pulls himself closer to Jungkook, trying his best not to look down.

“Kiss me.” he whispers and Jungkook looks ready to snap at him for ordering him around but does so anyway.

Jimin whines when Jungkook drags his bottom lip away with his teeth, almost forgetting his men are a few feet away. He slides his hand up into Jungkook’s hair and the redhead dips his head down to kiss over his neck.

Jimin bites his lips with a broken whimper when Jungkook sucks down right above his collar bone. His hand gripping the banister gestures down to Hoseok over to the couch.

Hoseok nods and gets down to the floor, pulling out the silencer from under the couch and attaching it to his gun. Jin and Namjoon put their hands over the intruders mouth and Jimin moans over the muffled yells of the men getting shot.

Jimin finally pulls away when everyone has moved the bodies to a different room.

“Bedroom now?” he pants and Jungkook nods eagerly.

He leads Jungkook down quickly to avoid anymore mishaps or loud noises and into the master bedroom. Jungkook’s jaw drops and he tosses his bags and shoes by Jimin’s dresser.

He immediately heads to the balcony, “Jimin have you seen this view?!”

Jimin snorts and gets the update that everything was taken care of from Hoseok.

“Once or twice.” Jungkook walks in with a big smile.

He flings himself onto the big, fluffy bed and rolls around with a content groan.

He sits up abruptly with an excited grin, “I could fuck you with a beautiful sunset in the background!”

Jimin rolls his eyes fondly and crawls up on the bed with him, “you could.”

Jungkook wraps his arms around him and pull him to lay on his chest while he leans against the pillow mountain. He pets Jimin’s hair gently and stares up at the canopy ceiling.

“Think of all the rooms I haven’t fucked you in.” Jungkook whispers in awe.

Jimin smiles against his chest and hits his side playfully.

He sits up on his elbows and looks down at the younger, “I could be like your sugar daddy.”

Jungkook’s eyes light up, even though he knows Jimin’s joking, “first things first, the new outcast update came out!”

Jimin raises his eyebrows, “not student loans? Not a new car? A video game?”

“It’s the new one Jimin!” he whines.

Jimin sighs but pulls out his phone and card anyway, “what was it called again?”

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“Harder.” Jimin pants.

His eyes roll back as Jungkook moves his thigh hung over his shoulder further back and pushes deeper.

Jimin almost sobs when Jungkook grips the sheets beside his head and roughly slams into him again.

Jungkook is leaning over the end of the bed, still standing, while fucking Jimin who's writhing underneath him on the once crisp sheets. Jimin whispers his name on repeat like a chant, Jungkook holds his other thigh and pushes it farther to the side.

Jimin’s never let himself be in a position this vulnerable, especially with his men right outside the door but he can hardly think about it when Jungkook hits his prostate so good at an animalistic pace.

“Jungkook i’m so close.” he whines, he feels like he can’t move.

His sweat has stuck him to the bed, and left under the complete control of his boyfriend.

“Yeah?” Jungkook grunts, “I take care of daddy good huh?”

If Jimin could move he’d roll his eyes and kick his boyfriend. Jungkook has taken a liking to that stupid nickname ever since he bought that video game.

He gasps when Jungkook abruptly stops without warning, not even slowing down.

Jimin sits up, wide crazed eyes, “what the fuck are you doing?!”

Jungkook isn’t looking at him but out the balcony view, eyebrows furrowed together.

Jimin huffs, he gets it, Jungkook loves the view but jesus he was this close to passing out from an orgasm.

“Did you see that?” Jungkook mumbles.

Jimin glares, “I’ve seen the view Jungkook, I know it’s great.”

Jimin grabs Jungkook’s arm and starts moving, trying to ride him to get his attention but Jungkook only stops him again and pulls out. Jimin almost screams.

“No,” Jungkook says, “there was a flash, outside, like a camera.”

Jimin looks out there with him and grits his teeth. He gets up and closes the curtains.

“There’s a lot of shiny surfaces around here, but if you’re worried we can keep these closed.”

He turns back to Jungkook and pushes the still confused redhead onto the bed. Jungkook blinks and suddenly he’s on his back, his insatiable boyfriend holding himself up on his chest and sinking back onto his cock.

Jimin hums, closing his eyes and throwing his head back until he’s fully seated.

“Daddy hasn’t been taken care of yet.” Jimin whispers.

Jungkook relaxes back into the bed, but still keeps his hands secure on Jimin’s hips. Jimin starts bouncing and digging his nails in Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jimin looks down at him, “close your eyes.”

Jungkook looks up at him confused, but does it anyway. Jimin carefully leans up and grabs his phone off the side table.

“Feel good?” he asks, typing his password behind his back and skillfully texting Hoseok to check the perimeter.

Jungkook opens his eyes back open after he tosses his phone next to the empty space beside them.

“I could make it feel better.” he smiles cheekily and flips Jimin back over.

Jimin’s phone digging into his back is hardly noticeable when Jungkook makes the rest of his body feel so good.

Jimin’s eyes snap open as feet scuff outside his bedroom door. He almost sighs out loud. Jungkook’s arm tightens around his waist when he moves.

He licks his lips and carefully slips out of the tight grasp, kneeling on the ground and grabbing a gun and silencer under his bedside table. He kisses Jungkook’s forehead and sneaks out of the room.

No one is outside the room when he creaks the door open so he swiftly locks it and pushes against the wall and walks further down the dark hall. He hadn’t bothered grabbing his phone but he prays the boys are okay.

Something hard and small presses against his back, he feels how cold it is through Jungkook’s thin long sleeve. This time he sighs out loud.

The man behind him presses the gun harder against him and Jimin can practically feel his triumphant smile. Jimin sticks his tongue in his cheek before slowly turning around with his hands up.

He gets a good look at the intruders face, one he doesn’t recognize but that’s nothing new. Before the guy can get a word out Jimin breaks his nose skillfully with his own gun. He pulls the man’s gun out of his hand and throws it across the floor.

Jimin covers his mouth to muffle the groans of pain while he knees his stomach and as he’s hunched over, his nose again.

Jimin’s not that shocked when the man tackles him to the ground, but he is shocked at how loud the noise it. Fuck, Jungkook definitely heard that.

He whispers curses under his breath as he flips the man on his back and hits the side of his head with the gun to knock him out.

Jimin’s eyes widen at the footsteps shuffling closer from behind his bedroom door.

It’s locked from the outside meaning Jungkook can still easily walk out.

He gets up and drags the man quickly to a nearby room, almost shooting him right then when the man groans. He closes the door quietly just as Jungkook walks out into the hallway, he listens through the door.

“Jimin?” Jungkook asks in his raspy sleepy voice.

Jimin rolls his eyes at his own dick that twitches from it. Jungkook squints down the hall, completely oblivious to the discarded gun by his feet. He walks further and down the steps, looking around.

“Baby?” he calls again.

Hoseok waves Jin to shuffle back into a shadow as him and Namjoon hide under the staircase. Jungkook scratches his head and heads to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Jimin probably went to the bathroom.

He grabs a glass and fills it up at the sink, taking a sip and looking curiously at that creepy hall he didn’t get to see yesterday. Jimin didn’t seem to want to answer when he asked about it, granted it was in the middle of Jimin blowing him but Jimin still never answered.

He sets the glass down quietly, looking around to see if Jimin was anywhere again before tip toeing to the hall. There's a small lamp on a table, it being the only thing in the bare hall, Jungkook turns it on.

There’s only one door, weirdly metal. Maybe it’s like a freezer. Jungkook scoffs to himself in his head, no Jungkook, obviously it’s where Jimin cuts up his victims.

He laughs and shakes his head, ready to turn back and find Jimin but something in him tells him to look in the room.

Obviously, no part of him thinks Jimin is some crazed killer. But. It couldn’t hurt to look.

Jungkook looks behind himself once more and turns back to the door. There’s a padlock on the door but it’s unlocked. He purses his lips and take it off, setting it down on the tiny table behind him.

Slowly, he creaks open the door, cringing at the loud sound. He pulls it far enough so he can step inside. He feels around on the side of the wall till his hands hit a light switch.

Flicking it up he’s prepared to see hanging meat or at least a room full of ice cream. Instead, it’s not cold. And there’s man inside. A beaten up, bloodied man tied to a chair in the middle of the room.

Jungkook gapes at him and the man scans over Jungkook with annoyance. There’s a file and gun sitting on top of a metal table by the wall. Jungkook gasps for air and stumbles back, turning off the light and slamming the door behind him.

He stares lifelessly at the floor in shock. Jimin’s small feet hit against the stairs and Jungkook’s face hardens.

“Jungkookie?” Jimin calls innocently and Jungkook clenches his fists.

He walks down the hall back to the doorway, Jimin jumps back in surprise as he almost runs into him. Jimin glances over his shoulder to the hall but keeps his smile intact.

“You scared me, where’d you go?” Jimin asks.

He gasps when Jungkook’s hand shoots up and wraps around Jimin’s neck, tilting it up so Jimin is looking him in the eye. Jungkook looks down at him blankly but there’s a hardness in his eyes Jimin hasn’t seen before.

Hoseok and Namjoon step out from the under the steps quickly and aim their guns at Jungkook. Jungkook doesn’t even flinch, he looks to them and back to Jimin, trust void in his eyes.

“Stand down.” Jimin says, they don’t move.

“Guns down now!” Jimin snaps and they finally listen, lowering them and stepping back.

Jungkook glares down at him, “who are you?”

Jimin blinks, he brings up a hand up carefully and caresses over the hand wrapped tightly around his throat, “i’m still me Jungkookie, just let me explain.”

“Why’d you lie?”

Jimin huffs a laugh, “it’s not really idle date conversation.”

Jungkook doesn’t soften in the slightest, Jimin clears his throat. He tries to step back but Jungkook keeps the hold on him.

“I’ll make some coffee, we’ll talk over everything okay.” Jimin side eyes Hoseok, telling him to leave the room and Hoseok does so without hesitation.

Jungkook watches them leave and finally releases Jimin. Jimin sucks in a deep breath and walks back to the kitchen, Jungkook closely behind.

They stay silent while Jimin moves around, making their drinks. Jungkook keeps hawk eyes on him. Jimin takes creamer out of the fridge and pops it open.

“No creamer.” Jungkook says, he wouldn’t risk it.

Jimin nods, instead pulling the lid off the sugar container and emptying it into their cups. He mixes them with the same spoon and sets it in front of Jungkook.

“You going to explain?” Jungkook snaps.

Jimin nods guiltily while sipping his drink, Jungkook sighs and takes a big gulp of his coffee.

“So, you could say i’m your boss.” Jimin teases with a tight smile.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow, “my boss?”

Jimin sighs, “whoever your supplier is, they work for the Busan drug ring leader, that person works under me.”

Jungkook scoffs, “and who exactly are you?”

“Still your boyfriend.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and gets up, plopping himself onto the leather couch in the living room. Jimin follows and tries not to frown when Jungkook makes sure there's still distance between them.

“I’m in the mafia, Jungkook.” Jungkook chokes and starts coughing roughly.

Jimin rubs his back comfortingly and Jungkook scoots away from him with wide eyes.

“The mafia?! I’m fucking someone working for the mafia?!” he screams, Jimin grits his teeth at the muffled snickers coming from behind them in the next room.

“Technically, the mafia works for me.” Jungkook looks confused again.

Jimin bites his lip, “I guess the best term for me would be mafia prince, since my father is still alive.”

Jungkook gawks at him. Looks away and around the creepy mansion, yeah, yeah okay that makes sense.

He shakes his head, “Jimin, I can’t, i’m going to need a minutes to think about this.”

Jimin rubs his thigh with a pout and this time Jungkook lets him.

“Take all the time you need.” he whispers, reaching behind himself.

Jungkook grunts in pain and looks down at his thigh in shock. His goddamn mafia prince boyfriend just stabbed him with a needle. He looks at Jimin who’s petting his head in sympathy.

Jimin presses down so the yellow liquid seeps under Jungkook’s skin.

“I’m so sorry baby, it’s protocol.” he says guiltily.

Jungkook’s eyes start getting heavier and he tries to stand but Jimin keeps him held in place with a strength Jungkook wasn’t aware he had.

Jungkook pants and leans against the couch trying to stay conscious but Jimin’s lips on his cheek lull him into the darkness.

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Jungkook comes to with his thigh still throbbing in pain. He groans and opens his eyes to slits. A black blob moves quickly from across the room to his side.

“Jungkookie?” Jimin asks gently.

Jungkook groans and scowls, he tries to turn but his body feels so heavy.

“Be careful, you’ll get a headache if you move too fast.” Jimin pushes Jungkook’s hair out of his eyes and sits on the side of the bed.

Jungkook groans again and opens his eyes fully to see he’s back in bed. He thinks Jimin will try to convince him it was all a dream but when he tries to sit up he’s pulled back. Jungkook blinks and looks up, his hands are handcuffed to the bedpost.

Jimin clears his throat, “usually you’re supposed to be in a chair but I wanted you to be comfortable.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow, “they’re pink and fluffy.”

Jimin glances at the flashy handcuffs and blushes.

“The normal ones could hurt your wrist.” Jimin mumbles.

Jungkook sighs and closes his eyes, “Jimin, let me go.”

Jimin bites his lip and gets up from the bed. He fidgets with his fingers and paces while Jungkook glares him down.

“I would, but Jungkookie you have to understand this is protocol, I have to keep you here for at least the day.”

Jungkook gapes at him, “Jimin!”

Jimin pouts and whines, “I don’t want to!”

He goes back to Jungkook’s side and lays down next to him. He runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and Jungkook puffs.

“Baby, I just need to know you’re not going to run off telling everyone who I am.” Jimin sets his hand on Jungkook’s knee and squeezes.

Jungkook rolls his head on the headboard to look at Jimin, “believe me Jimin, once I leave here you will not exist to me.”

Jimin gasps and jumps up, “are you breaking up with me?!”

Jungkook looks at him incredulously and shakes his cuffed arms dramatically.

“You drugged me and cuffed me to a bed!”

Jimin frowns and lays back down, Jungkook doesn’t seem to have a choice so he follows. He stares at the ceiling while Jimin plays with the end of a pillow.

Jungkook sighs loudly after five minutes, “you wanna play a game?”

Jimin snorts, “like truth or dare?”

“Twenty questions?”

Jimin sits up on his elbows, flipping onto his stomach, trying to think about what he doesn’t know about his boyfriend. They start with dumb stuff, favorite food, favorite color, but Jungkook can’t help but dig deeper.

“Have you killed anyone?”

Jimin looks at his dumbass boyfriend flatly, “i’m a mafia prince Jungkook.”

Jungkook mocks his words silently and fakes coming at him, Jimin giggles as he’s pulled back roughly by the cuffs.

“Have you killed anyone?” Jimin asks, laying his chin on his palm.

He scans over Jimin with a scowl, “no but i’m considering it.”

Jimin sticks his tongue out at him and Jungkook does the same. He rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out to check the time. It’s barely 1pm.

“Feel like you could sit through a meeting?” Jimin asks, putting his phone back in his pocket.

Jungkook looks away, fake thinking it over, “my schedule is a little jam packed today, check with my assistant.”

Jimin huffs and shoves him before getting up. Jungkook rolls his eyes and kicks Jimin’s butt as the smaller crawls off the bed. Jimin turns around gaping and Jungkook raises an eyebrow to challenge him.

“Yah! You just kicked a mafia prince!”

Jungkook sits up, glaring, “oh what are you going to do? Tie my feet up with a matching pink boa?”

Jimin fakes hitting him but Jungkook doesn’t flinch, Jimin smacks his lips and crosses his arms. He stomps out of the room and down to the boys.

They bow at him and he waves them off, “he talking yet?”

Hoseok shakes his head with a frown, “we were waiting for you but you’ve been…busy.”

Hoseok clears his throat and Jimin stares at him silently, baiting him to say something else. Hoseok only looks down at him feet and Jimin nods with a sigh.

“Put Jungkook in my office, and be careful with him.”

They all go up and Jimin goes back into the hall to get their little intruder. The man Jungkook found had been taken care of while the younger was asleep but Jimin still had to deal with the guy from last night.

Jimin pushes open the door, looking the beaten up man up and down in boredom.

He puffs, takes the gun off the table, and unties the man. He puts the gun to the man’s back in retaliation of recent events and pushes him to walk out, through the kitchen and livingroom and to his office on the other side of the downstairs.

Thankfully Hoseok works fast and has Jungkook on a comfortable chair in front of his desk, still cuffed. Jimin pushes the intruder onto a random chair, gesturing for someone to tie his hands.

Unsurprisingly the intruder looks to the other prisoner in the room, looking very cozy in fuzzy handcuffs and a laid back expression. Hoseok comes up to Jimin while Jin fixes the ties.

“Jungkook didn’t fight back, do you really think he needs to be cuffed?”

Jimin laughs, “not at all, but it makes him annoyed.”

He points at Jungkook and silently laughs, Hoseok looks at him weirdly and moves back behind the intruder.

“Jungkook.” Jimin calls gently.

Jungkook licks his lips and looks at Jimin, blank expression with his head tilted in question.

“Ready for something exciting?” he doesn’t wait for a response, instead dropping his gun and piercing the intruders thigh with a small knife. He gets a loud groan of pain in response.

Jungkook hisses in sympathy, “what is with you and thighs?”

Hoseok furrows his eyebrows in confusion but doesn’t ask. Hearing Jimin and his weird boyfriend late at night is way too much for one lifetime.

Jimin smirks and pulls the intruders hair back roughly so they’re making eye contact, “Kyung send you?”

The guy doesn’t answer but Jimin’s been doing this long enough to know the man’s confused by the name.

“Not Kyung? You working for my dad?”

“Your dad?!” Jungkook screeches in horror and Jimin shushes him.

The man doesn’t know anything about his father either it seems. Jimin sighs and crouches down on his heels. He clears his throat and Hoseok hands him another jagged edge knife.

Jimin twirls it in his hands, “I’ll go easy on you because it’s my boyfriends first time in the office, but if you’re going to be difficult I can send him out, because I have a lot of fun toys for us.”

Jimin glances at Jungkook and has to do a double take. He looks at Jungkook and scoffs playfully. If there’s one thing Jimin knows about Jungkook, it’s his aroused face.

Jimin stand with a smile and points his knife at Jungkook, “are you getting turned on by this?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, he starts sputtering a response. How dare Jimin, the lunatic has him tied up and is about to torture a guy in front of him!

“Oh my god,” Jimin mumbles, “you’re getting off by me torturing some poor guy.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!” Jimin laughs and claps his hands.

Jungkook grits his teeth and stands up with difficulty. He looks at Hoseok, head held high.

“I want to go back to the bedroom.”

Jimin snorts, “I bet you do.”

Jungkook glares at him, he tries to kick Jimin but Jimin easily moves away, still laughing.

“Hobi, please take him back.” Jungkook huffs and nods.

He takes one more look over his shoulder. Gulping harshly when he sees Jimin pull a blowtorch out of nowhere.

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1 week later

Jungkook sighs, apologizes to Taehyung and says he’ll be right back. He gets up and walks across the cafe, knowing exactly where to go before plopping down in front of his boyfriend.

Jimin recently dyed his hair to lavender and big sunglasses frame his face. He’s been hidden away in the booth ever since Jungkook and his friend got here.
Jungkook sticks his tongue in his cheek and puts his elbows on the table, Jimin doesn’t look up from his book to acknowledge him.

“Jimin.” he gets no response.

“Are you ever going to stop following me around?”

Jimin looks over his sunglasses at Jungkook with raised eyebrows, “i’m sorry do I know you?”

Jungkook clears his throat and nods, “I think you might remember me, i’m your very pissed off, tired boyfriend.”

Jimin hums, “I’m pretty sure I dont have a boyfriend, pretty sure I got dumped a week ago”

“And yet you’re still following me around.”

Jimin puts down his book and scowls, “alright, look, stranger! I just want to drink my coffee and read my book in peace, so if you would kindly fucking go away.”

“First, that book is upside down, second that is not a book that’s a blank journal that i’m sure you just grabbed from a random space in the house.”

“Do I sit here and judge your reading habits?” Jimin huffs with crossed arms.

Jungkook looks at him blankly, “do I follow you around everytime you leave your home?”

“I dont know do you?”

“You would know you’ve been following me!”



“Wha-” Jungkook groans, “Jimin just go away!”

Jimin gapes at him, “you’re the one who came over here!”

Jungkook nearly screams and grabs his arm, pulling him out of the booth and outside. Tae watches them leave with wide eyes.

“Where’s your dumb car?!” Jungkook looks around furiously and sees his Bently right across from them.

He pulls Jimin roughly and grabs the keys from Jimin’s back pocket, ignoring the sultry smirk he gets in response.

“Get in the car.”

“Where are we going?” Jimin asks once he’s seated in the passenger side and sliding on his seatbelt.

“Home-” Jungkook says and quickly corrects himself, squeezing his eyes shut, “your house.”

Jimin smiles and lays back in the seat while Jungkook starts the car and pulls out.

“Your big, creepy mansion where you tie up people and beat them.”

Jimin frowns, “people who try to kill me Jungkook.”

Jungkook sighs but softens. Jimin bites his lip and casually puts a hand on his boyfriend's knee. Jungkook tenses and glares at him out of the corner of his eye.

Jimin pouts, “i missed you Kookie.”

Jungkook scoffs, “well i’m doing great, yeah okay maybe, I cry in my bathtub and eat my weight in ice cream, but better than fucking a killer.”

Jimin rolls his eyes fondly, smile dropping when he glances in the rear view mirror.

“Kookie, how good are you at driving?”

Jungkook purses his lips in annoyance, “I’m not going to crash your car, Jimin.”

“We’re being followed.”

Jungkook blinks and looks behind them to see a very cliche big black car on their tail. He starts freaking out, practically bouncing in his seat.

“Calm down, speed up and turn the corner.” Jungkook does, swallowing loudly.

Jimin unbuckles and Jungkook forgets the situation momentarily to scold him, trying to push Jimin down when he reaches behind them.

“Oh my god!” the piercing sound of glass breaking flies by and Jungkook gapes at the bullet hole in Jimin’s windshield, “Jimin get down now!”

“Just keep driving baby.” Jimin pulls out a gun from behind their seat and Jungkook swerves in surprise.

Jimin is slammed against the car door because of it, he closes his eyes and sighs. More shots ring through the car, he clicks the gun back and opens the window.
It’s almost comedic the way Jimin sits calmly as it slowly slides down.

He climbs up on his knees and Jungkook speeds up, making him hold onto the dashboard to stay still.

Jimin leans out the window and takes a few shots but is jerked again by Jungkook turning the corner. He sighs patiently and gets back in the car.

“Baby I need you to stay still for just a minute.” Jungkook licks his lips and nods.

Jimin gets back out the window and closes one eye, he shoots the tire and the car immediately stops and flips over.

“Holy shit!” Jungkook screams, looking back and forth between the road in front of them and the car.

“Go home.”

Jungkook follows his instructions without hesitation, pulling into Jimin’s long driveway. Jimin and him walk out, but Jungkook’s still pretty shaken up, looks to be contemplating life.

Jimin takes his hand runs his thumb over it comfortingly. Jungkook squeezes back and Jimin feels like he can breathe a lot easier now. He takes Jungkook inside, gun still in his other hand.

His men are in Jimin’s office because Jimin told them to wait there for him. And his men are there, with raised guns at other men. God, can’t Jimin have one nice day of following his boyfriend around.

An old shipment manager of his that ran away about a year ago is in his chair, he can’t remember the man’s name but it’s not that big of a priority right now.
The guy has his feet propped up on Jimin’s desk, smirk on his face. Jimin sighs and looks at Hoseok who shrugs at him.

“You’re late on a payment.” Jimin jokes, getting no laughs.

The man and Jimin aim their guns at each other simultaneously, and Jimin can’t say he’s not impressed. Jimin grits his teeth as the guy raises an eyebrow and slowly slides his gun to face an armless Jungkook beside him.

Jimin sucks in a breath blinking twice at Hoseok. Hoseok subtly nods once and looks at Namjoon and Jin behind him.

“Your name again?” Jimin asks.

“You dont remember your favorite?” the man teases in mock hurt.

“You’ve gone so long how could you expect me too? I’ve had to find new favourites.”

Jimin accidentally tightens his finger on the trigger and the guy catches it, standing up with a now hardened face.

“Sungjin.” he says, slowly walking closer to Jungkook.

Jimin whistles and Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jin fire and drop to the ground. Jimin swiftly locks an ankle around Jungkook’s and makes him fall to the floor with a groan.

He shoots Sungjin’s wrist, making his drop the gun but quickly lunge for Jimin, making his drop his own gun. They fall on the floor together, Sungjin gets in one good hit but Jimin kicks his head and wraps a leg over his shoulder, pushing his onto his back.

Jimin grabs for his discarded gun, punching Sungjin and shooting the back of a man still standing behind him. Hoseok takes advantage, and Jimin lets them do their thing, taking down Sungjin’s men.

He hits the side of Sungjin’s head with the gun and gets up on shaky legs.

Jungkook has risen to his feet, the wall supporting him and he pants, looking around with wide eyes.

Jimin sighs, falling back in his chair and propping his feet up, twirling his gun in his hands. Hoseok and Namjoon sit Yungjin down in a seat across from him.
Sungjin stares at his feet, glaring at them. Jimin nods to him as a signal to Hoseok and Hoseok grabs the back of his hair, pulling back roughly so Sungjin looks up.

Sungjin scans over Jungkook in the corner of his eye, “who’s the kid?”

Jungkook looks at him, then Jimin, and his face hardens, “his boyfriend.”

Jungkook sits on the table by Jimin and reaches behind him. Jimin smiles brightly and sets his gun in Jungkook’s hand.

“We’ll get to know each other very well, don’t worry.”

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second part of the series is up my guys

You guys have been so sweet