Chapter 10 (M)
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Jimin’s heart raced as the world narrowed to just the two of them. The tension in the room was suffocating, crackling like a live wire.

Jungkook stood before him, his presence overwhelming, magnetic. His dark eyes pinned Jimin in place, daring him to speak, to move, to do anything other than crumble under the weight of his gaze.

“This is insane,” Jimin whispered, though his voice lacked conviction.

Jungkook stepped closer, the faint scent of his cologne—spicy and dangerous—filling the air.

He didn’t say a word.

He didn’t have to.

His presence was enough.

More than enough.

“You think you can run from me?” Jungkook asked, his voice low, rough. It wasn’t a question; it was a challenge.

Jimin’s breath hitched as Jungkook closed the distance between them. His broad shoulders blocked out the rest of the room, his chest rising and falling with controlled restraint.

Every inch of him was taut muscle and tension, his tattoos winding down his arm like stories waiting to be told.

Jungkook’s hand rose, his fingertips brushing against Jimin’s jaw. The touch was soft, reverent, a sharp contrast to the intensity in his eyes.

“You can’t,” Jungkook continued, his voice like a velvet caress. “No matter how far you run, no matter how hard you fight, you’ll always end up right here. With me.”

Jimin’s body betrayed him, leaning into the touch even as his mind screamed at him to pull away.

"I hate you," Jimin said suddenly, the words spilling out before he could stop them. His voice cracked, betraying the war raging inside him.

Fury.

Disdain.

Yet the uncontrollable lust covered it all.

Jungkook's expression didn't falter. If anything, his smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"No, you don't," he said softly, his lips brushing against Jimin's temple. "You hate that you can't hate me."

Jimin swallowed hard, his throat tight as he tried to push Jungkook away, but his hands faltered.

"This is wrong," he whispered, his voice trembling. "We're...this..."

"This is inevitable," Jungkook interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind.

He tilted Jimin's chin up, Jungkook couldn't help it, his voice low and dangerous, filled with a quiet confidence that made Jimin's knees weak.

"You can't. No matter how far you go, no matter how hard you try...you'll always come back to me. Like the fucking whore you know you are for me and me alone."

Jimin's pulse raced, his thoughts a chaotic mess. Jungkook's hand slid from his neck to his waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together.

The warmth of Jungkook's body seeped into Jimin's skin, overwhelming him, consuming him.

And finally they crashed into each other, mouths seeking each other desperately, lips meeting with a ferocity neither of them expected.

Jungkook pressed him against the door, his lips insistent, devouring. He tasted like sweet wine and the spice of his scent made Jimin dizzy.

His tongue slid between Jimin's lips, and when he groaned at the first taste, Jimin felt a shudder rip through the man's body.

He wanted more.
He absolutely needed more.

He was everywhere, all-encompassing, and it was too much and not enough, all at the same time.

His fingers curled in the front of the man's shirt, clutching the fabric as he pulled him closer, their hips slotting together, the friction perfect.

Absolutely fucking delicious.

It was too fast, and yet not nearly fast enough, but they had an hour, maybe two if they were lucky, and it was not enough time.

To explore each other.
To learn what made them moan.
To learn how perfectly their bodies fit together.

But it was something, and it was right now, and that would have to be enough.

Jungkook's mouth broke away, his lips trailing along the side of his jaw, resting his forehead against jimin' as they breath against each other.

“fuck” he exhaled catching his breath before dragging jimin into a room.

It was a sitting room, with a plush sofa and chairs, red in each corner, the city visible, a huge bar at the side and if Jimin wasn't so intoxicated by something or rather someone it'd be the perfect smoke escapade.

The only thing Jimin saw was Jungkook, who still fully clothed looked beautiful.

Jungkook stepped back just enough to tug his shirt over his head, revealing a body carved from years of discipline and raw strength.

His shoulders were broad, his chest a canvas of smooth, bronzed skin adorned with intricate tattoos that trailed down his arm.

Every muscle rippled as he moved, the faint sheen of sweat catching the dim light, accentuating every ridge and contour of his abdomen.

He looked like temptation incarnate, and it stole Jimin’s breath.

With another swift tug, his pants were off, his shoes already kicked off long ago. Jungkook slid his boxers down his thighs and let them pool at his feet.

He stood there, utterly bare, the moonlight streaming through the window casting shadows over the sculpted lines of his body.

Jungkook’s cock stood proud, thick and heavy. The shaft veined subtly, pulsing faintly with heat, and the flushed, swollen head glistened with a bead of precum that slipped down slowly.

The sight was mesmerizing—raw and intimate—as the slickness reflected the hunger and desire thrumming between them, making Jimin’s breath catch in his throat.

Jimin hesitated for only a moment before his trembling hands moved to his tunic, peeling it away to expose his own lithe frame.

His skin was soft and warm under Jungkook’s hungry gaze, a blush spreading from his chest to his cheeks.

Jimin wasn’t used to being seen like this—so openly, so thoroughly—but Jungkook’s expression wasn’t judgmental.

It was reverent, as though Jimin was something sacred, something to be worshipped.

A shiver raced down his spine.

Kai now a distant memory.

Jungkook moved first, pulling him against his chest, and Jimin's eyes fluttered shut when he felt the man's hands on his bare skin, the sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before.

His hands were hot and demanding, moving across his skin, and it was the first time someone had ever touched him so intimately.

The man's touch was rough, reverent even, as his fingertips explored his body, but it didn't stay that way for long.

Soon, Jungkook's lips were on him again, and he was walking Jimin backwards until the back of his legs hit the sofa, and he was pushing him down onto the couch.

Tongues dancing in each other's mouth breath ragged.

"Finally." Jungkook couldn't help but think.

Jimin gasped, his eyes wide, drinking in the sight of him, the hard planes of his chest, the flat, rigid abdomen, the muscles that rippled beneath his skin.

The man was beautiful, and he was all his, for tonight at least.
Jungkook leaned forward, bracing his hands on the edge of the sofa, his mouth inches from jimin's, his breath hot on his lips.

"Forget kai," Jungkook whispered, his voice hoarse. "I'm all you'll ever need. All you'll ever want"

Jimin didn't have time to reply. A search for one would ruin it all.

Jungkook's hands were everywhere, and the heat of his skin was overwhelming.

He needed to feel it-needed to enjoy this moment, to lose himself in Jimin's presence.

He wanted to feel every inch of him, every shiver of skin and every gasp that escaped his lips, until he knew every mole, every freckle, every contour of Jimin's body by heart.

Learning everything there was to know about the man beneath him in the most intimate way possible.

His tongue swirled around Jimin's nipple, and the sharp sensation was enough to make his hips jerk against the man's thigh.

Jimin could feel the rigid length of his cock, the thick, hard flesh pressing into his stomach, and a moan slipped past his lips.

"You're so hard," Jungkook murmured, his voice low and rich with a dangerous confidence.

He let his fingers trail down Jimin's chest slowly, eyes locked on him with a predatory gleam.

He sucked harder his finger pushing through Jimin's mouth before using it to pinch and circle the hard bud.

Jungkook's fingers began trailing along his hard cock, tracing the veins, the smooth head.

Jimin whimpered.

"Show me how bad you want this"

Jimin's eyes fluttered shut again, his breath ragged as his fingers slid down his chest, circling his nipple before moving lower.

Gripping his hard dick thight moving up and down his mouth opened and moans were the only thing coming out.

Kai was nowhere to be seen.
Nowhere to be felt.
Just Jungkook.

Jungkook's eyes were focused on him, drinking in the sight, watching every twitch, every moan, the man's cock pulsing with need.

His hand began working his own length, but he didn't stop, didn't look away.

His free hand trailed over Jimin's body, and the sensation of his fingers on his skin was intoxicating.

He had never wanted anything
more in his life. He could hear the desire in the man's voice, the lust, the need, and his hand sped up, pumping his length.

"Touch me." Jimin sobbed with a whimper.

Jungkook's gaze burned, his fingers taking Jimin's cock in his huge palm stroking his cock faster.

Jimin's eyes closed again, his breathing erratic, and the world went white.

His climax hit him hard, his cock throbbing, his back arching as his orgasm ripped through him.

It was overwhelming, the heat, the pressure, the pleasure.

"Fuck."

Jungkook pulled away, and Jimin's eyes snapped open. The man was looking at him, his expression filled with lust, his lips swollen and pink.

Jimin could feel his head screaming at him kai his boyfriend, was there, somewhere, thinking his perfect boyfriend park jimin was some loyal boyfriend.

Yet he had no time to ponder on it as Jungkook turned him around, propping him on his knees as he spread his ass cheeks apart, licking and sucking the entrance and making him moan and shiver.

"God."

Jimin's breath left his lungs, his chest tight. The man's tongue slid into his ass, and his fingers tightened on Jimin's hips.

The man pulled away, his hand coming down hard on his ass, and the sharp slap reverberated throughout the room.

Spitting into his fingers he rubbed his dick arlund the pink rim before gripping his thighs, pulling him backwards, his cock sliding between his ass cheeks.

Jimin gasped, his body tensing, his nails digging into the cushions "look at you acting all cocky like you aren't just a slut meant for my dick”
Jungkook chuckled, his hands moving to Jimin's hips.

"Your mine, say it."

Jimin groaned, his head dropping, his eyes closing. "Say it." Jungkook insisted still teasing the pink hole with a rub of his dick against it "Yes. I'm yours"

He pulled Jimin back, his cock slipping inside him, and he hissed at the sensation, his body tensing, his heart pounding.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Jungkook moaned, basking in the warmth of Jimin's tight hole.

Jungkook pulled his cock out, his hand gripping the base, his thumb stroking the head.

He pushed forward, filling him, stretching him, and the pleasure was overwhelming.

"Shit, you're so tight." The man's fingers dug into his hips, his nails biting into his flesh.

"Fuck."

Jungkook growled, thrusting into him. Jimin groaned, his eyes closing, his breath coming in short gasps.

He was full, the feeling incredible, and it was almost too much.

The man's hand reached around, cupping his chin, turning his head towards him. His thumb sliding into his mouth pulling his hair with the other.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Jungkook pulled out, thrusting into him again.

"Oh, god." Jimin moaned, his legs trembling. His back arched and his head against Jungkook’s hand.

"Come for me, baby." Jungkook whispered fucking into him faster a harsh spank derived once more making Jimin groan, his eyes rolling back.

Jungkook had never heard a sound so sweet.

So addictive.

So obsessive.

"Oh, yes." Jimin cried out, his body shaking as he came, his cock pulsing, his body clenching around the man's thick length, as his dick spurt out white strings of cum.

Jungkook immediately let his hair go for a second as he began jerking jimin off trying to get every bit of that sweet release.

Jungkook pulled his hair once, pulling him completly upright, his cock sliding deeper, hitting against his prostate hips moving harder, his thrusts hard and fast.

Jimin couldn't stop moaning, his body shaking with pleasure.

Jungkook moaned his cock twitching as he filled him with his cum.

They collapsed onto the sofa, their breathing heavy and ragged. Silence filled the space, but it wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, oppressive.

Jimin sat on the edge of the sofa, his skin still flushed, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

The room was quiet now, the sounds of their passion lingering only in the oppressive weight of the air.

The faint scent of Jungkook’s cologne—spicy and woodsy—clung to him, wrapping around him like a noose.

He couldn’t think.

He couldn’t breathe.

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Across the room, Jungkook stood near the door, his shirt  half-unbuttoned, the taut lines of his chest and abs glowing under the dim light.

His tattoos looked like shadows on his skin, his body sculpted like a statue, alive with strength and allure.

His dark, messy hair framed his sharp jawline, his lips still swollen from their kisses.

And those eyes—obsidian pools filled with defiance, hunger, and a dangerous vulnerability—held Jimin captive even now.

“You’re regretting it already, aren’t you?” Jungkook’s voice was low, hoarse from everything they’d shared, but his tone held an edge of bitterness.

Jimin swallowed hard, now fully clothed but still unable to meet his gaze. His hands trembled as he raked them through his disheveled hair, his voice coming out as a cracked whisper. “I shouldn’t have…”

Jungkook took a step forward, closing the distance between them. “But you did,” he said, firm yet quiet. “And we both know why.”

“Don’t.” Jimin’s voice wavered, a plea more than a command. “Don’t say it.”

Jungkook crouched in front of him, his strong hands gripping the arms of the sofa, trapping Jimin’s gaze with his own.

“You want to run? Pretend it didn’t mean anything? Lie to yourself, Jimin. But you can’t lie to me.”

Jimin clenched his jaw, his chest heaving. “This was a mistake.”

“No.” Jungkook shook his head, his eyes blazing. “This is the only thing that’s ever made sense between us.”

“Kai—” Jimin’s voice broke at the mention of his boyfriend’s name. His hands clenched into fists, the guilt clawing at his throat like a vise. “I betrayed him.”

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his expression darkening. He rose to his full height, looking down at Jimin with a mix of frustration and pain.

“You’re only sorry because you got caught up in what you actually want for once.”

“Don’t you dare,” Jimin hissed, standing abruptly. His tears burned as they slid down his face.

“Don’t act like this is simple. Like this is just about what I want. There’s more to this than you and me, Jungkook!”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his hands balling at his sides. “Maybe there shouldn’t be.” His words were quiet, but they hit Jimin like a punch.

“Get out,” Jimin murmured, his voice cracking on the edge of tears. Desperation surged within him, and in a burst of anger, he grabbed the nearest lamp and hurled it toward Jungkook.

The lamp sailed through the air, missing him by inches, crashing against the wall with a sharp clatter.

Jimin’s chest heaved with emotion, and he shouted louder, his voice raw and trembling, “I said, get the fuck out”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Jungkook stared at him for a moment longer, then reached for his shirt. “Fine,” he said, his voice cold and distant now. “If you’re so determined to run from this, go ahead. But don’t pretend this is over. You’ll feel it again. This.. it's all going to happen again no one not even fucking Kai is going to stop me or better said us”

With one last glance, he turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

And Jimin was alone.

His anger flared, and his emotions consumed him. His hands trembled as he grabbed the nearest objects, throwing them with reckless abandon.

His body shook with the force of his rage as he dragged his hands through his hair, tugging at the strands, the pain grounding him in the storm of emotions he couldn't control.

His heart hammered in his chest, and before he knew it, the wine bottle was in his grasp.

“Fuck!” Jimin screamed, his voice raw with frustration as he hurled it with all his might.

The bottle collided with the window in a loud crash, sending shards of glass scattering across the floor.

He didn’t care about the mess, didn’t care about the damage—he only cared about the turmoil raging inside him, the hurt, the betrayal, and the overwhelming need to escape from the suffocating tension that seemed to have no end.

Painted with fury, his eyes darted around the room. He grabbed the nearest lamp, slamming it into the wall with another yell, “Why the fuck did this happen?”

The lamp shattered, its fragments skittering across the floor like the pieces of his heart. “Why the fuck did i Park fucking Jimin let this happen”

His emotions were a violent storm, and every object he threw was just another attempt to silence the chaos inside his mind.

He had learned better, his mother had taught him fucking better and this... this was just.not.it.

Jimin’s chest heaved as he spotted the guitar—the one thing that seemed to belong to Jungkook.

Their connection, now tainted and broken. He reached for it, fingers curling around the neck, his thoughts clouded with anger.

“Why couldn't you just leave me, Jungkook?!” he shouted as he swung it to the floor.

The guitar splintered with a loud crack, strings snapping like fragile threads, and he screamed again, “Fuck you! Fuck you Jeon jungkook ” The wood cracked open, the instrument ruined, just like everything else.

Jimin stood over the wreckage, breathing hard, his hands trembling as the weight of what he’d done hit him.

The destruction, meant to offer relief, only left him emptier, more broken. He collapsed to his knees, staring at the mess he’d made.

The pieces of the guitar, now useless, lay scattered at his feet like the remnants of his own shattered soul.

“I fucking hate this! I hate you, I hate me!” he screamed, his voice hoarse and raw from the constant shouting.

His chest tightened, tears streaming down his face as he gazed at the destruction around him.

Every shattered object felt like a reflection of everything he had tried to destroy—yet the pain still remained, gnawing at him, unbearable.

Jimin had broken something. He wasn’t sure if it was the guitar, Kai’s trust, or something deeper inside himself.

All he knew was that with every scream, every object he threw, he was only digging a hole that he couldn’t climb out of.

And as the silence of the room consumed him, the pieces of the shattered guitar lay scattered across the floor like the pieces of his broken heart.

The tears came fast, hot, and unrelenting. As he sank to the floor, burying his face in his hands as sobs wracked his body.

Jimin’s chest ached as he stared at the ceiling. The heat and pleasure of the moment ebbed away, leaving a gnawing void in its wake.

Guilt struck like a thunderclap.

Kai.

His boyfriend. His best friend. The man who trusted him, who loved him.

What had he done?

What was he going to tell Kai?

The thought of facing him, of seeing the betrayal in his eyes, was unbearable.

“Shit,” Jimin whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of everything he felt. He leaned forward, burying his face in his hands.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He wasn’t supposed to betray the only person he’d love

His heart felt like it was being torn in two, the guilt of what he’d done and the undeniable pull he felt toward Jungkook battling for dominance.

He whispered into the emptiness, his voice a broken plea. “I’m so sorry, Kai.”

But no amount of apologies could undo what had been done. And as the silence swallowed him whole, Jimin realized something terrifying.

What scared him most wasn’t the guilt, the betrayal, or the consequences he would have to face.

It was the fact that somewhere deep inside, he knew he would do it all over again.

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Yoooo well that was... intense hope y'all enjoyed this chapter what do y'all think about the smut its been a hot fucking minute since i wrote the last one anywho y'all know the drill vote and comment kisses jammies xoxo

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