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So, we already established Senior Jeon is an asshole. So, there is a bit in this chapter too. Also, you get to see more into Jimin's life in this one.

TW: Mentions of past death, violence

~10.3 k

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One and a half years ago.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He should have known this was coming.

"Sir, this is a public place," Namjoon tried unsuccessfully to avert the oncoming disaster.

"Mind your fucking business if you wanna keep your head, Kim," his father shut him up.

Jungkook tried to act nonchalant and ignore the eyes that were on him as he followed his fuming father into a private room.

"What the fuck was that, huh?" Jungkook's back hit the wall as his father snarled at his face.

Though he had expected the hit, it still knocked the breath out of his lungs. His father sure didn't hold back. His jaw ached and he didn't dare show the pain.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Jungkook looked away.

He knew exactly what he was talking about. However, he would never admit that in front of his face. His father was furious because he hadn't said a word to object to Jimin's thoughts on handling the matters while dealing with the narcotics division that was sniffing at their asses more than they should.

"Don't lie to me, boy. I didn't send you there to just stay and look pretty." He grabbed his collar. "I knew this position isn't for you, but remember why you're here."

Jungkook still didn't meet his gaze. He knew better than that and not to defy his father under any circumstances.

"I did as you told me, dad." For the majority of the part at least.

"Yeah? Is that why you were quiet when that Park boy spoke at the council? The council has met for the first time in six months after you both became the leader of your respective gangs. But look at him and then look at you." He shook him. "That fucking bastard acts as if he owns the place, yet here you are, sitting nice and pretty, nodding your head to whatever fuck he was saying."

Jungkook swallowed. He didn't think there was anything to talk against Jimin though. The Cobra leader had laid out valid concerns that affected all of them and suggested some solutions that would work long term. He didn't see a point in arguing against it because it would benefit him too.

"He made some valid points."

Jungkook should have seen it coming, but he didn't. The punch almost knocked him out of his breath and pain shot from the left side of his face for the second time that night.

"Valid?" he bellowed. "You call them fucking valid? Get it inside your head, boy, nothing that fucking snake say would ever be valid." He pushed his chest, stepping back.

"I'm sorry."

"You're pathetic. A fucking disgrace." He turned around pacing the small space. "Look at that Park boy. Six months and he has doubled their revenue already. He's brought in more buyers and now even dealing with International buyers, breaking into the European market. But here you are. You couldn't even hold onto what I have built all these years. You ran into issues with three buyers in less than six months before I intervened and made them stay."

It wasn't his fault. They were fucking greedy and wanted them to reduce the price, which Jungkook had declined. He had the situation under control. He knew the game they were planning. His source had confirmed the three were in this together. But his father had fucking intervened and ruined it as usual. He clenched his fists, swallowing whatever retort that was forming.

"This is your last warning, Jungkook. You're the leader only for namesake, but do something like this again it'll be your head that'll be displayed as a warning to the others who go against my words."

Jungkook stood in the same position even after his father stormed out of the room they were in.

Namjoon approached him with a concerned look. He put a hand on his shoulder. "You alright?"

Jungkook slapped his hand away and rushed outside. The older stepped back when he bumped into his shoulder in the hurry to get out. He couldn't stay inside any longer. Fuck the crime syndicate meeting and fuck the after-party. Frustrated tears burned his eyes as he ran.

In his hurry to reach his freedom he hadn't noticed how he reached the roof. He panted at the exertion. The summer air was crisp and the humidity wasn't something he fancied. However, it felt way better than being inside with the others, surrounded by synthetic smiles and calculated words.

He wanted to punch something. His chest was heaving with tears of frustration burning his eyes. What did he expect? Whatever he did, his father would never be satisfied. He would never acknowledge his efforts.

The Dragon leader didn't know how much time had passed when he heard someone entering. His entire body went taut, hands automatically reaching to his ribs to see his gun strapped safe and ready to use.

"I thought I'd be alone." The airy voice relaxed his tensed shoulders instantly and he dropped his hand but didn't bother to turn around.

Jimin came to stand beside him. He looked beautiful as ever. Today he had opted for a three-piece suit that fit him like a glove and accentuated his body proportions. His suit jacket was open so he could see the silver handle of his gun poking from underneath. His hair was orange this time and Jungkook thought he was a man who could pull off any hair color.

He stood staring at the world below for a moment before turning to face him. "Syndicate meetings aren't a place to get into a scuffle, Jeon."

"That's none of your business, Park," Jungkook hissed. I'm in this predicament because I didn't talk against you.

Jimin just chuckled much to his dismay. Did I say something funny? He looked away but the Cobra leader inched closer. Jungkook whipped his head to face him ready to ask what the fuck he wanted but was rendered speechless when he felt the press of a soft cloth against his lip.

"Whoever did this to you...I hope you did them worse."

Jungkook stared at him speechlessly as he continued to dab the cloth gently against his lips.

"Such a pretty boy," he murmured more to himself and Jungkook felt the heat rushing to his cheeks. "Put some ice on it when you go home." He stopped and handed him the kerchief.

Jungkook noticed the blood on it and sighed. In his hurry, he hadn't even noticed that he was bleeding. He despised his father for doing this to him in a public place. His men were used to this. They all feared his father and there was nothing any of them could do against him. This was his reality against what the others believed.

He hated walking in front of his men with his head hung low to hide the bruise. He was such a failure. A pathetic fuck like his father often called him.

With a hiss, he snatched the kerchief from Jimin's hand and slapped it away. "Why do you even care? Shouldn't you be happy?"

Jimin just lifted a brow in question. "Why would I be happy when I'm not the one who did this to you?" He didn't touch him again, instead pushed the hands inside his pant pockets.

Jungkook scoffed and looked away. "We aren't exactly buddies, Park."

Jimin smiled again as he looked at the distant sky. "We weren't buddies when you saved me that night, Jeon. As far as I'm concerned we are rivals, not enemies." When he looked back at Jungkook, his eyes were so intense that Jungkook felt his knees weaken for a moment. "You'd have been six feet under the ground if we're enemies, Jeon. Trust me you don't want that." He patted his cheek gently and then he was walking away, leaving Jungkook dumbfounded.

That fucking Park Jimin.

If Jungkook was hard as stone just by that simple touch no one had to know that.

***

Jungkook bounced his knee as the car sped through the traffic. It was officially on. He started the cold war. Now he would have to wait and see what his father would do next. Yoongi sat beside him in the back seat.

A year ago, it was something Jungkook wouldn't even dream of. He had cut his work short and they were on his way to Jimin's apartment. But he was still nervous.

Yoongi put a hand on his knee. "It's going to be okay, Jungkook. We got this handled."

It was far from over. He was about to respond when Yoongi's phone rang.

"Hello."

Jungkook watched as his expression hardened but it wasn't dangerous just displeasure.

"What?"

The mafia boss frowned. What now?

"I'll be there."

"What is it?" he asked as soon as the call ended.

"There is some issue with the shipment at the cargo. I have to head to the port. I hate the fucking customs."

"Nothing serious I believe." He could do much better without another shit to deal with.

"Nah, the usual. They aren't even any questionable substance in this batch. They just want more money."

Jungkook sighed. The security was growing stringent and the newly elected government had taken several measures to reduce the drug flow in and out of the country. It cost them a bit too much than before. But things like this should be expected when they were in this business.

If his information was right, the Cobras already had someone on their side to sneak the goods without trouble. Now that they were working together, he hoped they could come to some sort of arrangement eventually.

They were silent for a moment before Yoongi broke the silence again. The partition was on, as usual, giving them privacy to talk. "I've been thinking about this Park Jimin situation," he said. "Are you sure about this arrangement? It's a bit too sudden, don't you think? It's just...how do you know you can trust him?"

Jungkook nibbled at his bottom lip. He didn't. It was just a result of their interactions over the years and his gut instinct. But he couldn't tell Yoongi about that.

"I just do," he said instead.

Yoongi sighed, knowing the topic was closed and he wouldn't talk anything more. Soon Jimin's apartment complex came into view. The gated community wasn't too far from his apartment, but it was more secure considering this was the Cobra's turf.

The previous time he came here was at night in Jimin's car and he had left early in the morning. He hadn't run into anyone. But now in broad daylight, he felt eyes on him or more like his car. He was sure they'd recognize his vehicle anywhere because of the Dragon emblem that stood proud against the hood of his car.

They were stopped by the security and Jungkook lowered the window, giving his name and ID. The guy in his early forties looked startled upon seeing his name in the VIP list and he recognized this guy as one of the Cobra members from the small tattoo on his arm.

"He's with me," Jungkook said when he eyed Yoongi.

The security asked for his name and nodded to himself after checking their database.

"That was smooth. I didn't know I was allowed in here," Yoongi commented as they began to drive through the roads that led into the community. There were a total of four buildings and Jimin resided in the second one.

"You are marked as a guest and someone will have to buzz you in. As for me, I'm added as a VIP along with Taehyung and Seokjin-ssi."

"Wow," Yoongi mumbled. "If I didn't know better, I'd have said this guy is reckless and overconfident for letting in his enemies inside his home like this."

Jungkook shrugged. "That's what makes him even more dangerous. You don't think he will let us in without a catch, do you?"

Yoongi smirked. "I believe I won't have to find that out."

"It won't come to that." He was confident even if they had to end their arrangement, they wouldn't end that on a sour note. But he didn't want to think about that now. There was so much he had to learn about Jimin and so much to explore.

"Should I ask Hoseok to come and stay with you for a while?" he asked in a concerned voice when Jungkook exited the vehicle.

"No. I'm fine. I'll call if I need anything else."

He didn't wait for his response and made it to the elevator ignoring the security desk. He was in no mood in dealing with them. Jimin had already added him to the VIP list, but he didn't stop to consider if he should sign in or something. When he stepped inside the elevator and punched the code to go to Jimin's floor, he decided it wasn't necessary.

His mood was sour all day and he began to strip as soon as he stepped inside the penthouse, leaving a trail of clothes behind him in his wake. Jungkook didn't stop until he jumped into the shower. He set the temperature hot and stood under the stream of water, hoping that would erase the remnants of the day.

The look on his father's face kept popping in his mind. He wouldn't let this go. Senior Jeon wasn't someone who accepted defeat easily. The two years hadn't been easy as a leader. His every step was scrutinized and he was tested at every possible opportunity. They both could never agree on the same thing and that led to so many issues.

Only Jungkook knew how many attacks he had called off in the last possible moment, all of them were aimed at Jimin or his gang. He didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps. He only wanted to mind his business and avoid as much bloodshed as possible.

The bathroom smelled like Jimin. The mild citrusy and floral scent wrapped him in a soft cocoon, offering him some comfort. He wanted to call him and see what he was up to, but he shelved that thought because he knew how busy his schedule must look. He overheard him talking to Taehyung about an important meeting with an international client today.

With a sigh, he grabbed Jimin's body wash, lathering a generous amount, and washed his body. At least he now smelled like Jimin. Once done, he mindlessly dried his hair, and boy, wrapping one of Jimin's fluffy bath robes around him.

Namjoon was yet to bring his clothes over so he'd have to borrow Jimin's clothing until then. He went to the bar and poured himself a drink. Jungkook wasn't much of a drinker. If one thing he learned in his line of work was to not trust anyone and to always stay in control.

But now he was in Jimin's bedroom. He couldn't think of anywhere else safe as this could be. He sipped the drink and hoped for the nerves to settle. Only it didn't. He wanted Jimin here.

For some reason, this brought the memory of his time in China. There was this dispute with the Triads which had to be sorted out urgently. So his father had sent him with Namjoon. However, once they reached, they had realized the issue was far worse than they realized and threatened the peace they had maintained with the Triads for years.

They had to be at two different places, meeting different men to solve the dispute. With no option left, they had parted ways as soon as they landed and decided to meet at the hotel later than night.

Maybe Jungkook should have known better, he shouldn't have walked blindly into a place like that with just four guards. But he was young and new to this business as a leader. His position as a leader of one of the biggest mafia groups should offer him some sort of immunity, right?

Oh, how wrong he was that night.

That night, Jungkook learned one of the most valuable lessons in his life. Never turn your back on your enemy. And being the leader only put a huge target on his back. It wasn't a safety net, it was an obligation.

The Triad Underboss he met with had greeted him with a professional smile and offered him drinks. Against his better judgment, he had accepted that drink. And soon he'd regretted his decision because right when they began to talk, his vision swam and his body grew numb. That was when he knew he was screwed.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook-ssi. It's just business. But you should have known better than to take the bait."

The pudgy face of the man had begun to blur and Jungkook stumbled out of his chair, clawing at his throat as he struggled to breathe. He sensed the men surrounding him, pistols getting loaded as their laughter rang louder.

But then the door burst open, splinters flying. The sounds were growing distant yet he could tell those were gun shots. He was being pushed down harshly, his head hitting on the floor and causing him to groan. There was a weight off someone holding him down.

Namjoon?

He had clung to his savior that smelled so good, like citrus and something more. He was drowning. The suffocating feeling he felt in his lungs continue to grow until someone was pulling him up.

"Fuck, Jeon! You should have known better." Someone was dragging him.

A wave of dizziness washed over him and he felt his back slam against something hard before something sharp punctured his skin on the neck.

"You're gonna be fine," the same voice said. "You're okay now."

When Jungkook woke up, he was in his bed in the hotel room he had booked for him and Namjoon. He was alone and there was no sign of struggle. The ache in his limbs, the red pin prick mark on his neck and the lingering scent of citrus was the only thing that told him that what happened wasn't a dream.

That fragrance felt vaguely familiar yet he couldn't piece it together.

According to the records, Jungkook never met the Triad Underboss. He wasn't even there to begin with. When Namjoon made it to the room, battered and bruised Jungkook knew he'd gotten extremely lucky. They'd lost all their guards that day and it was only two of them who returned home.

There was no proof that the Triads tried to kill him. For all he knew, they could turn tables and say Jungkook was the one who initiated the attack. According to Namjoon, a group of men showed up and began to shoot at the Triads. No one knew who killed the Triads that day.

Jungkook and Namjoon decided whatever happened in China had to stay there. No one spoke of that ever again.

A month later, Jungkook returned the favor by saving the man who smelled like citrus and sin. His memory might be vague, but he got one hell of a nose and he never forgot a scent, especially this one.

He wasn't thinking much when he overheard the plan to take Jimin down in that dingy club. His first thought was to get him out of the place before the shit hit the storm. Because if anything ever happened to Jimin in this place, he'd be blamed and it'd lead to a gang war. That was the last thing Jungkook wanted on his plate with every shit his father kept throwing at him.

But then he had found Jimin bleeding in one of the corridors. It was an impulsive decision to go in with his guns blazing, knowing well if someone ever saw him it was over for him. Then he had caught the staggering Cobra leader to pull him out and the fragrance of citrus had hit him like a truck.

It was him.

He didn't want to believe the Cobra leader had saved his ass in China, but the truth was right in front of his eyes. That voice and that scent put together, he had his savior in flesh and blood in front of him.

Jungkook had left him in the alley with a weapon; only after making sure the bullet hadn't nicked his vitals and the backup was almost there. He made Jimin promise that they'd never speak of that night and pretend he was never there.

The Dragon leader sighed as he sipped the alcohol. He couldn't describe why he suddenly wanted Jimin. Their relationship was very new and he was already too attached to Jimin for his liking. This wasn't what he expected when he slept with Jimin in the first place.

There wasn't a semblance of control over his mind or body when it came to Jimin. He was like a drug to his system. Whenever he was with him, he felt safe and comfortable. The feeling was foreign and hard to describe.

How could someone feel strongly for a stranger? Not to add a rival in that case. But then none of what he did with Jimin was an ideal scenario. The council would flip if they ever learned they fucked each other.

He didn't realize he was pacing the room again. His fingers absent-mindedly fidgeted with his robe. Should I call Jimin?

Jungkook eyed the clock and decided against it. Looking around he noticed he left the clothes strewn across the floor. He growled in frustration. He wasn't a messy person. He liked his things organized and in a certain order just like Jimin. But today wasn't his best day.

He went to gather his clothes, walking barefoot around the apartment. He found his phone in his suit jacket. There were a few work-related messages and he decided to ignore them, switching to the 'do not disturb' mode on, so only the selected people could reach him.

He was back in the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. The glass in his hand was drained long ago and abandoned on the nightstand. His mind was in turmoil and he fought the urge to pull his hair.

Just as his mind wandered to Jimin again, the bedroom door opened and the said man entered, looking regal as ever.

"Jimin?" Jungkook was on his feet in an instant. "Hyung..." He closed the distance in a few long strides and wrapped his arms around him, relishing the way he fit so perfectly.

He is here.

"Rough day?" His voice was gentle as he returned his hug, his hand running along the length of his back.

"Worse," Jungkook mumbled, his body went pliant at the mere contact. He nuzzled Jimin's neck, inhaling the comforting fragrance of his cologne. "I did it, hyung." He pulled back to look at Jimin's eyes. "Sungwon is dead. I looked at him in the eyes and told him I've let it go longer than it should."

He dived right into his father's confrontation and how Yoongi had countered him, rendering him speechless.

Jimin's smile was calm as he listened. "I knew you could do it, Jungkook. Come here."

They were hugging again. Finally, his mind was calm. Suddenly, all problems of the day seemed to fade in the background. Only Jimin existed. Jimin was warm and safe. He didn't want to move at all.

"Why didn't you call me?" Jimin asked after a while, his fingers playing with the hair in his nape.

"Didn't wanna disturb you."

"You should have come to me or at least called me, Jungkook," Jimin said sternly. "You don't look well and now it's obvious you needed me."

"I'm sorry. You were busy."

Jimin patted his back, cupping his nape. "Look at me."

Jungkook pulled away half-heartedly.

"I said you're my priority, Jungkook. It's my responsibility to take care of you. In the future, I want you to call or come to me when you need comfort."

The younger of the two was silent. "I never had anyone to rely on before. I'll have to get used to it, hyung."

Jimin's features softened. "You can rely on me, baby."

Jungkook leaned in again, burying his face into his neck. "I know that now. I thought you had a meeting to attend."

"I did."

His brows furrowed. "Why did you leave early?"

"To come to you."

"How did you know? Did Yoongi hyung call?"

"No. Did you forget there are cameras here? I was alerted of your presence as soon as you entered the apartment. I rushed here when I saw you restless."

Oh.

"Thank you." He began to pepper kisses along his neck, gently licking the soft skin on his neck as he pulled him closer. "Hyung...are you busy?"

"Not for you, baby."

Jungkook cupped Jimin's neck. "Want you," he breathed, nuzzling into his neck and placing more open-mouthed kisses. "Wanna make you feel good. Please."

"Yeah?" Jimin chimed in a sensual tone that sent awareness down his spine. "Wanna be good for hyung?"

Jungkook nodded immediately. "Wanna take care of you today. Wanna be good."

Jimin tugged at his hair to expose his throat, leaning to kiss the column of his throat. "What does my baby plans to do, hmm?"

"Can I suck you off, hyung? Been dying to do that for a while now," he asked hopefully.

"Okay. I need a shower. Why don't you get on the bed and wait for me?"

Jungkook didn't want to let him go, but there was finality in his tone that left no room for argument. So he settled for an incentive. "Can I get a kiss first?" He puckered his lips.

Jimin smiled. "Sure, baby."

Their lips met in a soft kiss. The hold on the back of Jungkook's neck told him Jimin was in control of the kiss. He wanted nothing more than to deepen the kiss and take more, but it seems Jimin had something else in his mind. He pulled away soon and Jungkook released him with a pout.

"Are you sure, Jungkook? If comfort is what you need I can order food and stay with you. Sex isn't a coping mechanism that I'd recommend." Though his voice was soft, there was conviction.

Jungkook took a deep breath and met his gaze. "I need both," he admitted. "I just...I just want to feel close to you, hyung." He tugged at Jimin's jacket, fisting the material in his hand. "I just want you. Only if you want it to though. No pressure." He forced a smile. "I can wait."

Jimin regarded him for a moment before nodding. "Go on, baby. Wait for me." He stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt before turning away.

Jungkook's shoulder slumped. There was a lot he had to learn about the Cobra leader. He admired his discipline and level-headed nature. But he also understood why Jimin did what he did.

Usually, Jungkook was used to getting his way no matter what. With Jimin, however, he had automatically learned to adopt. Well, when Jimin was pleased, he was rewarded greatly and as he already knew what happened to people who got on his bad side, he never wanted to find out what he'd do to punish him if he was being a brat.

Jungkook hated punishments. So as much as he would do this differently, he would concede and wait for Jimin. He climbed on the bed and settled in the middle. His fingers fidgeted as they did whenever he was nervous or anxious. He heard the shower running and shifted in the bed, staring at the second's arm moving in the wall clock.

Jimin didn't make him wait for long. Ten minutes later when he walked inside the room in one of those bathrobes loosely secured around his waist, Jungkook perked up with interest. His gaze drank in every inch of Jimin's body. He couldn't wait to map those tattoos again.

He shuffled to sit on his knees, eagerly waiting for Jimin to reach him. Jimin went to the bedside drawer, grabbing a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms from the middle drawer before climbing the bed. He crawled over to him and dropped the items on the center of the bed.

"Move back, Jungkookie."

Jungkook obeyed immediately and clutched Jimin's waist when he moved to straddle him. He caressed the side of Jungkook's face.

"Did I make you wait too long?" His voice had slipped into that sultry tone he used that night in the bathroom. Jungkook shivered at the memory. Jimin had felt like heaven.

"No." He shook his head. "I waited two years to have like this. This is nothing." He buried his face into his chest, nosing along the smooth skin. "You drive me crazy."

"Yeah?"

Jungkook nodded and lifted his head to look at him. "You ask as if you don't know that already. Have you seen yourself? You're a wet dream."

Jimin smiled seductively, seemingly pleased with his response. "I know. But it still feels great when someone strokes your ego."

"I'll stroke it in every way you want," he countered.

Jimin threw his head back and laughed. "For now, stroke my insides." He wiggled his hips, playfully and bit his lip. "Tell me." He rolled his hips once. "What do you want to do to me?"

"Wanna taste you," Jungkook replied immediately. "Wanna suck you off. Never went down on a man before, it's something I wanna try with you."

Jimin hummed with a tilt of his head. "That's another first, Jeon. I wanna fuck your throat too, but I'll take it easy on you." He slipped off his lap to settle against the headboard. "Go on, baby. Show me your tongue game." He winked.

Jungkook laughed. Only Jimin could make everything light-hearted yet sensual at the same time. He hovered over him. "Can I kiss you?" His gaze slid over his body. "Everywhere?" he added.

Jimin narrowed his eyes at him. The intense look sent a shiver of heat down his spine. "Yes. You have my consent."

Jungkook kissed him gently at first. He loved how soft and plump his lips were. Jimin parted his lips when he tugged at his bottom lip and then he tasted him. He tasted like mint and up close his citrusy scent was more prominent, sending a pleasant buzz through his system.

He scooted closer, straddling him, and settled on his lap before cupping his head between his palms. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Jimin moaned when he sucked on his tongue. The kiss was growing hotter by every second and Jungkook couldn't wait, but today he wanted to pleasure Jimin. Wanted to see him writhe and come apart.

They were both panting when Jungkook detached their lips. He trailed his lips down his neck, kissing his collarbone. He untied his robe to reveal his smooth chest and tattoos. Running the tip of his fingers to outline the tattoos, he glanced at Jimin.

"What's the first tattoo you got?" he asked, tracing the bold letters of his 'never mind' tattoo along his ribs.

He appeared more relaxed with a pleasant look on his face. "The one you're touching now."

"It's a personal choice I assume."

"It is. You remember the rabbit story I told you about?"

Jungkook nodded.

"I got it after I killed his henchman," he elaborated. "Second was the Bratva tattoo."

"What about the Cobra tattoo?"

"I got it the day I defeated my father and took over the gang."

Jungkook hummed. Tattoos were earned. He got his dragon tattoo when he took over the gang. "They're all beautiful." He bent to kiss the inked skin, tracing the outline to place a few open-mouthed kisses. "Just like you. Once upon a time, I dreamt of getting tats on my own."

"You have a lot now."

Jungkook's smile was bitter and he swallowed the thick lump in his throat. "Not the way I wanted." He exhaled wistfully. "Each tattoo represents an achievement. I had to earn it and that involves the death of someone."

The killing was never easy. Jungkook liked to believe he wasn't made to be a mafia leader, but he had little choice in that matter.

Jimin threaded his fingers in Jungkook's hair. "Come here." He kissed him gently. "You can replace all of them with new ones if you want."

Jungkook grinned. "Nah, it's such a pain in the ass. I'd rather let them be and not think about it much. There are a few I love though. Like my sleeve tattoos."

Jimin hummed. "I find your tattoos beautiful, Jungkookie." He traced Jungkook's tattoos gently." I see them as a mark of your strength. You're so brave and I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you." Jungkook hugged him, feeling like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders.

"You're always welcome, Jeon. Now, kiss me and show me how grateful you are."

Fuck.

Jimin had a way with his words. He felt his arousal stir in his gut just at his mere words. Jungkook obeyed him, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Jimin had a habit of addressing him as Jeon when he was aroused and that was hella sexy.

The Dragon leader gripped Jimin's slender waist while kissing along his torso, worshipping every inch of skin before wrapping his lips around his nipple and flicking his tongue over them.

Jimin gasped and arched his back. He raked his blunt nails over his chest, kissing his other nipple and playing with the other. Jimin scratched his scalp, letting him have his way with him. Jungkook took his time, mapping his skin out with his lips before dipping down to kiss his belly button.

"You're such a tease, baby." Jimin's voice was husky. "I never let anyone play with me like this."

Jungkook lifted his gaze to meet Jimin's eyes. "Do you not like it?" He kissed just below his belly button, darting out his tongue to taste the smooth skin there.

"I'm not a patient man and I never did slow." He stroked his hair. "But I like it because it's you."

"Looks like we will have a lot of firsts, Park." Jungkook beamed, ducking his head to kiss down his pelvic region.

Jimin was clean-shaven; his cock was big even in its semi-aroused state. He licked his lips unconsciously. He now knew how it felt to have it inside of him. Heat pooled in his belly.

He bent to kiss the tip of his cock, teasing the head with a few kittenish licks. It was smooth and almost velvety. The scent of citrus was strong here along with something musky that was fully Jimin. Jungkook nosed along his length, his eyes falling shut as he inhaled him. He liked it.

He lowered his body to settle on Jimin's legs with his mouth hovering over his now hardening cock. Their eyes connected for a brief moment before Jungkook took him in his mouth. It felt strange. He sucked on the tip experimentally, running the tip of his tongue over the slit.

Jimin parted his lips, breathing harsher, his hand was still on his hair. His intense gaze was zeroed in on his mouth. He tasted a bit salty. Jungkook sucked the head of his cock gently, trying to remember the times he received his head.

Then he moved to take Jimin fully into his mouth. He didn't fit and he gagged when the head hit the back of his throat.

"Shh...slowly at first," Jimin gritted through his clenched jaw. "Relax your throat and breathe through your nose."

Jungkook followed his instructions obediently. It still felt foreign and maybe he'd have to get used to it but it wasn't something he didn't like. He moved his head, using his tongue to lick around the length. Jimin was patiently watching, occasionally letting out a soft hiss of pleasure.

Soon Jungkook found a comfortable rhythm and settled for it. Bobbing his head slowly, he took him deeper, stopping when he gagged. He sucked on the head of the cock, aiming to make it good. He was being sloppy he could tell that because Jimin was level-headed unlike the time Jungkook went almost crazy when Jimin sucked his cock.

He took a deep breath and steadied himself. Jimin let out his first moan when he sucked at the tip of his cock as if it was a Popsicle. He closed his eyes, moaning as he dipped his tongued in the slit, tasting his precum.

"Fuck, baby," Jimin hissed. "Just like that. Roll your tongue."

Jungkook was a fast learner. Soon he had Jimin letting out soft gasps and moans as he thrust his hip upwards. He licked the entire length of the cock and when he realized he can't comfortably fit the entire length inside his mouth without choking he settled to jerk him and paying his entire attention to the tip. It had Jimin moaning and squirming under him.

"Oh, God! That's right. Just a little more, Jungkookie..." Jimin moaned, both his hands gripping his head to thrust up. "Fuck! Ah...Your mouth is like heaven, baby. Feels so good."

Jungkook moaned, those praises going straight to his cock.

"I'm so close..." Jimin tugged at his hair. "Stop if you don't want me cumming down your throat."

Jungkook made a noise of refusal in his throat and hollowed his cheeks. Jimin let out a loud curse before thrusting his hips up sloppily and spilling into his mouth. The taste was slightly bitter and salty. Though he gagged a little bit, he swallowed it all and found that he liked it too. Everything about Jimin was addictive.

Jimin slumped on the bed, his chest heaving and Jungkook released him.

Jungkook wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Did you like that, Your Majesty?"

Jimin groaned. "I love it when you call me that." He tugged at him until he was hovering over him and kissed his soul right out of him. "You do have a wicked mouth, Jeon. With a little practice, you'll be unstoppable."

"Yeah?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"I like to believe you don't."

Jimin chuckled. "I'm already stretched out. Now fuck me, baby. I miss your dick inside of me."

"Fuck!" Jungkook groaned. "I'm gonna cum if you keep talking to me like that."

"You like it. I'm not lying though." Jimin switched their positions so he was on top. "Your dick fills me up so well and touches me in all the right places."

Jungkook grabbed his hip and settled on the bed. "Am I the best you ever had, hyung?"

Jimin tugged at his hair with one hand and grabbed the condom with the other. "Can I let you in on a secret, Jungkookie?"

Jungkook nodded eagerly.

"I can count the number of people I let to top me with one hand. You're the best!"

It was Jungkook's turn to gasp. "Really?"

"And my partners were all my subs from the club I'm a member of," Jimin smirked. "I don't trust easily, sweetheart."

Jungkook stared at him with his mouth agape. "But you...that night..."

Jimin leaned forward, his hand pumping Jungkook's cock gently. "I'll let you in on another secret. You're fucking hot, Jungkookie and I've been wanting you for so long that I was growing kinda desperate to have you in any way I could." He ripped the packet of condoms with his teeth and rolled it over his length before grabbing the lube. "I didn't expect you to be versatile."

Jungkook's eyes rolled back into his head and his hips lifted involuntarily to meet Jimin's slicked hand. Jimin lifted his hip, aligning himself with his cock before sinking on his length. Both moaned at the stretch.

"So good," Jungkook moaned. His fingers digging into Jimin's hip. "Tell me more."

Jimin chuckled. "Have you seen yourself?" he whispered, burying his hand in Jungkook's hair again.

Jimin seemed to love his hair because whenever they spend time together, he happened to pull at it as he pleased and Jungkook loved the sting of pain.

"That night you were looking so delicious and I was horny because it had been a while since I was with someone. I might have been a little tipsy and was thinking with my dick. It didn't help that you were looking at me the entire night as if you were going to eat me alive. Why do you think I dismissed Tae and my bodyguards to go to the toilet? What do you think I was doing inside?"

Jungkook blinked at him. "I don't understand."

The Cobra leader laughed as he began to roll his hips. "I lied. I stretched myself in the toilet that night. I had a feeling you would follow me and you did."

"Wow." Jungkook threw his head back. "That was...wow."

"Right?" He was beaming. His face was so bright that Jungkook thought it'd blind him.

He was happy Jimin went after him. Jungkook didn't think he'd have built the courage to take that step if Jimin hadn't seduced him that night.

"I'm glad you did," he admitted. "I'd have never made a move."

Jimin bent to catch his lips as he began to bounce on his cock. Both moaned at the pleasure. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the pleasure. Jimin was like a dream and moved like a sex god. Fuck. It wasn't until when things got heated he realized they haven't even disrobed fully. Jimin's robe fell off his one shoulder and damn that added more to his allure.

Their breath grew heavy and they panted against each other's mouth. Jimin moaned and continued to kiss him everywhere he could reach. Jungkook loved it. This was sort of the intimacy he never experienced before and he had a feeling it was new to Jimin too because it lacked the usual finesse with which Jimin did things.

Jungkook grabbed him switching their positions in the heat of the moment, caging his body under him. Jimin was smaller than him in size but exuded so much confidence that always made Jungkook feel so small in front of him. He felt so warm and tight. His personal heaven.

Before he realized what was happening, his world spun and he blinked his eyes in confusion to see Jimin's hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing hard at his windpipe and cutting the air. His eyes were narrowed with an intensity he'd never witnessed before. Only this wasn't the usual lust or desire. Instead, this was predatory.

"Never pin me down, Jeon," he hissed. "And you gotta warn me if you don't wanna get hurt the next time you pull some shit like that."

"H-Hyung..." He coughed, tugging at his hand and Jimin's hand eased so he could take shallow breaths. Panic ignited inside him. He still didn't understand why Jimin was looking at him like that. "I-I'm sorry. D-Did I do something wrong?"

He tried to sit up but Jimin had him pinned again to the mattress, unable to move even if he wanted to. His arms were free, but there was something in his eyes that froze him in his spot. His heart raced, the feeling of helplessness registered and he felt fear for the first time in Jimin's presence.

"Don't. Move."

Jungkook swallowed, elbows digging into the mattress. His position was too vulnerable like this. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm his nerves. "Hyung...please." He grunted, gently clawing at his hand that was still on his throat. "C-Can't breathe."

Jimin's chest was heaving, pupils were blown out and jaw clenched. His hold on him relaxed more and Jungkook was able to breathe easily. He gasped and cupped his throat, wide eyes staring at the man on top of him.

Jimin was still stiff. "You tried to pin me down. Never try to do something like that with me again," he said.

Understanding dawned then. "I didn't...I-I'll never do anything to betray you."

"I know. It was an innocent mistake."

"M-Mistake?" Jungkook deflated.

"Yes." Jimin cupped his cheek, caressing it with a thumb. "There are things you don't know about me, Jungkook. My instincts and reflexes aren't something you should take lightly." He lifted himself off him. "It's not something I can control."

Jungkook had gone soft and his arousal fizzled with the sudden change of Jimin's mood. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." His eyes were burning with tears. "I'm sorry."

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I fucked up.

He didn't know he wasn't allowed to. He tried to move but Jimin once again pinned him to the bed. With a palm flattened over his chest, he hovered over him. Jungkook immediately went pliant under his hold, but his heart was thundering against his ribs.

Jimin closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths while Jungkook waited with wide eyes and trembling lips. He looked pissed and scary. Something he never had to face before. He swallowed and waited, hoping Jimin didn't cut him off for a mistake like this.

When he opened his eyes, his expression was stoic and impassive. "Our arrangement is new and while I trust you, most of the things I do with you are new to me." He slid off him and then off the bed, securing the robe around his waist.

Jungkook pulled his robe tighter, suddenly feeling too exposed. He hadn't felt this vulnerable in a while. Suddenly he felt like the six-year-old who was hiding behind his mother's leg. He blinked and tried to pull himself together.

Is Jimin angry? Is he gonna punish me?

He might be new to this entire dom/sub thing, but he knew things like this warranted punishment. Would Jimin punish him? His body shuddered involuntarily as his mind conjured several methods by which Jimin could punish him.

He didn't realize he was lost in his thoughts when Jimin shook him gently. He jolted and scrambled backward. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Please...hyung." He lifted himself to his knees, his eyes blurring with tears. "I didn't...please. I-I—"

"Baby, shh..." Jimin pulled him to his chest and Jungkook wrapped his hands in his middle. "I'm not angry. I just went to grab a drink."

It was then Jungkook noticed the glass Jimin putting aside on the nightstand. "Y-You're not angry?"

"No. Come here." Jimin removed his hands from around him and settled on the bed against the pillows, opening his arm right arm.

Jungkook immediately snuggled to his chest, wrapping his arm around his middle and curling to his side.

"You've been so good, Jungkookie," he murmured. "Such a perfect baby." He kissed the top of his head and held him closer.

"B-But earlier—"

"I could have accidentally hurt you, baby." He stroked his hair.

They were silent with Jimin just holding him and Jungkook trying to process everything. Jungkook felt his chest rise and fall. "So you aren't gonna punish me?" he asked after a while.

Jimin chuckled softly and continued to run his fingers through his hair. "No. I won't punish you for something like this. Besides, you didn't know. We haven't talked about a lot of things and that's my fault. I won't hold you accountable for my mistakes." He tried to protest only to be stopped by Jimin with a finger over his lips. "We are yet to discuss each other's limits. Do's and don'ts. So I won't punish you for things like this. Also, I did give you my consent, didn't I?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"You said you can't control it sometimes. Why?"

Jimin sighed and stared at the ceiling. "You wanna know the truth?"

Jungkook nodded. "Yes."

"For that, I'll have to tell you about my past. It's not pretty."

"None of our stories are pretty," Jungkook said. "We all got our demons, hyung."

"Yes. We all have our own demons." Jimin exhaled again.

He was silent for a long moment and Jungkook waited patiently for him to talk.

"My mom was the sweetest woman, you know. She was so kind and wouldn't hurt a fly. Her only mistake was she fell for the wrong man." His voice grew distant. "She didn't know the truth about my dad's double life as a businessman by day and a gang leader by night. He kept it perfectly hidden from her and she trusted my dad too much to even doubt him. In her eyes, he was a perfect husband."

Jungkook tightened his hold on him. He knew where this story was headed.

"My father wasn't much of an asshole that time." He chuckled, but it held no humor. "But he was a sneaky bastard. Enrolled me and Tae into martial classes when we were just four. We enjoyed it though. As we grew up, he added more to our plates. Archery, hand-to-hand combat...you name it. We did everything in the name of extra-curricular activities and my mom didn't doubt a thing."

Jungkook began to draw random patterns on Jimin's chest. He was growing anxious and he didn't know what else to do. He wanted to offer some sort of comfort but he never comforted anyone in his life.

"Then there was my little sister, a spoiled brat if I might add."

Jimin had a sister?

"Only a few know of her, Jungkookie," he said as if reading Jungkook's thought. Or did he say that aloud? "She's two years younger than me and Tae. Dad tried to train her too, but it never worked with her. She also had a habit to report everything about her day back to mom so he kept her out of his business."

Jungkook chuckled at that.

"Anyways, tension began to rise between the gangs, and we were constantly in danger. There were a few attempts at my dad's life. So he hired bodyguards for all of us. Did I tell you my mom was best friends with Tae's mom? They hung out often. It was one such day. My sister was at her friend's birthday party so it was just me and Tae with our moms. We were at this restaurant for a luncheon." He paused and took a deep breath.

Jungkook swallowed the invisible lump in his throat, his fingers curling around Jimin's robe on his chest involuntarily.

"We were laughing and bickering as usual, while our moms talking about something. Tae's mom had just found out she was pregnant again. They were so happy that day. Tae was so excited. We...were happy." His breath hitched. "Tae and I were all about placing bets on if the child would be a boy or a girl. Tae wanted a sister you know. Then, suddenly, there were gunshots." His voice wavered.

Jungkook lifted his head slightly to see the pain on Jimin's face. His jaw was clenched so tight.

"They shot her. My mom. One second she was laughing at something Aunt Heejin said and the next I saw a bullet passing through her head and she was falling."

Jimin paused again and he saw his throat working up and down. His jaw flexed. Jungkook felt tears burning his own eyes. He thought of his mother whose face was a vague memory in his mind. His father would never tell him where he sent his mother off to. It was something he held over his head for years to get him to do his bidding. But Jungkook had learned his father never planned to tell him the truth.

"There was so much blood. Everything happened so suddenly. Then Tae was jumping over me, knocking me down. It was chaos. Bullets were flying and Tae was bleeding. He had taken a bullet for me, you know. Then everything was a blur. My survival instincts kicked in. I kicked off a table to shield us from their bullets and dragged him out of there."

Jimin was silent again. Jungkook could tell this was a hard topic for him. The silence stretched between them and he waited patiently. Jimin clutched his hand that was drawing a pattern on his chest and brought it to his lips. The kiss was soft and lingering. He felt the slight tremble of Jimin's hands as he held his hand over his chest. The hand wrapped around his shoulder tightened.

"I was ten and helpless. I didn't know how to fire a gun and I was weak." He swallowed. "Tae was dying; bleeding out in my arms. It was the day I'd never forget. I hid like a coward until help came." His thumb drew circles on the back of his palm. "Tae survived, but this sort of shit fucks with one's mind, you know. My dad was blinded by anger and wasn't thinking clearly. He packed us off to Russia. In a day, we both lost our mothers and then our fathers in a way."

"I'm sorry."

Jimin scoffed. "I'm not." The hand on his shoulder began to stroke his hair. "Every decision I made from there was a conscious choice. I decided I'd never been that weak to protect what's important to me again. But nothing comes free. Everything in this world has a price. To become stronger, I've sacrificed a lot."

What did Jimin do?

"Meeting Viktor was a coincidence. So was saving him one day. But then, things changed. Do you know how Bratva trains their chosen ones?"

Jungkook shook his head.

"They break you, literally," he scoffed. "Physically, emotionally, and mentally." He took a deep breath. "I'm trained to kill even in my sleep and to fight even in my inebriated state or when I'm blinded."

Jungkook was speechless. A strange emotion coiled in his throat. He'd only heard of the ruthless training methods some gangs provided to make someone lethal. The stories alone were enough to give him nightmares. He understood now. Everything made sense. He thought he had it hard, but Jimin had it harder. Though his father was an asshole, he felt like Jimin went through a different type of hell.

Jimin turned to face him, running the tip of his fingers over his cheek. "It's partly why I have to be in control, especially in the bedroom. I could have easily snapped your neck today. I would have if it was someone else. I won't lie. I had done it before. That's why you shouldn't surprise me like that, Jungkook. Ever. That's my warning to you. It's important to me that you verbalize your thoughts when you're with me, especially when we are having sex."

"I'm sorry." He closed his eyes. He felt stupid but he also understood it wasn't entirely his fault, still, he felt the need to apologize. "I-I got carried away."

"I know. I don't blame you."

"Just wanted to make you feel good."

"I know. It'll improve with time," he said. "Until then you have to be careful."

"I'll be careful."

"You better." He pecked his lips. "Because the next time you break the rules, I'll have to punish you."

Jungkook stiffened but relaxed when he noticed the playful glint in Jimin's eyes. "What punishments are we talking about?"

"Hmm...let me think." He scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Spanking. Either with hands or I can also use a riding crop. I've got a few in my closet. Oh, I also have nipple clamps—"

"W-What?" Jungkook squealed, his hands flying to cover his chest as he scrambled away from him. Jimin was laughing, his eyes forming crescents as he threw his head back. "That's not funny. You're not getting anywhere near my nipples."

"Are you sure I cannot persuade you, Jungkookie?" Jimin was up, crawling toward him as Jungkook tried to get away. "How about cock rings?"

"Nope. No nipple clamps. No cock rings." He continued to scramble away from Jimin who was chasing him on the bed.

"Ah, come on. It'll be fun."

"Uh-uh. Get away from me, you monster. You're not getting anywhere near my privates."

Jimin was laughing, but it only lasted a couple of seconds. Jungkook contemplated running off and turned away. Big mistake. Never turn your back to your enemy.

Jimin caught his leg, pulling him toward him, manhandling him easily to pin him to the mattress. One hand held both his arms above his head while the other slid his robe off his shoulder.

Jungkook struggled in his hold. His attempts were futile. Not that Jungkook couldn't break free this time. He could if he wanted to, but he didn't want to. Something about this was igniting the heat in his system. Jimin dipped his head to flick his tongue over his nipple.

Jungkook gasped and jerked in his hold. His nipples were sensitive. Something he discovered after his sexual encounter with Jimin and the older of the two was using it to his advantage. Jimin's lips wrapped around his perky bud, teeth gently scrapping over it before pressing his tongue flat over it.

A moan slipped out of him, causing Jimin to chuckle. "Are you sure you don't want me anywhere near your nipples, baby?"

Just like that, the atmosphere shifted again. He arched his back in response. "Hyung..."

Jimin hummed in his throat, going back to shower his attention to his nipple with his tongue and lips while rolling the other one between his thumb and index finger. It didn't take long for Jungkook to lose the sense of his surroundings.

The sounds drifting around them, the gasps and soft whimpers sounded foreign to his ears. His back was arched at an angle that put a strain on his spine only to be pinned in place with a steel-like grip. Jungkook barely recollected how he ended up being the one who was doing the fucking to the one who was getting fucked.

He still had no logical explanation as to how Jimin was able to take control so easily and reduced him into a moaning incoherent mess. His body moved with every thrust and he jostled. He had to put a hand against the headboard to keep himself grounded.

Jimin had set a rough pace from the moment he had entered him and proceeded to wreck him with powerful, yet calculated thrusts. He had already come once but Jimin had fucked him through the orgasm and now his overstimulated body was on the verge of exploding again. He was shuddering and whimpering.

All his logical thoughts and the things that bothered his mind all day had evaporated and he was floating in the cloud. It felt great. He was high and didn't want to come back. Hands down sex with Jimin was the best sex ever.

***

"Why do you look like you sucked on a sour lemon?" Taehyung asked with a frown on his face. "No. Don't answer that. That expression doesn't fit you."

Jimin scoffed. They were at his indoor gaming room with a big pool table. It was way past dinner time and Jungkook was still asleep in his bed. Their earlier activities had drained him and he was out like a light.

Taehyung put his hand over his cue stick and stared at him. "Come on. Spill the tea."

His shoulders slumped from where he was bent over the pool table. He aimed while his mind reeled. "I almost hurt Jungkook today."

"What?!"

Jimin straightened, throwing his cue stick carelessly on the table before grabbing his drink. He drained the glass and walked to the mini bar in the room, refilling his glass.

"I let him top me again. He got carried away and caught me by surprise." His jaw clenched. "I almost snapped his neck."

Jimin would never forgive himself if he had accidentally hurt Jungkook. What happened today could never happen again.

Taehyung cursed under his breath. "Jimin, we talked about this. This is why I always tell you to bind your sub whenever you're switching. I didn't think you'd be so reckless with him for a second time."

Jimin ran his hand through his hair. "I know. Fuck! It's my fault. I should have been more responsible."

"Yes, you should have." Taehyung was never the one to sugarcoat things. "This boy didn't even know he was a sub until a week ago. You're responsible for him, Jimin. I bet you both haven't even gotten to negotiate the boundaries."

Jimin looked guilty. "We just..."

"Thinking with your dicks. I get it. But that's not an excuse. You know better."

"Taehyungie...I don't know what's happening to me. It's just..."

"Not lust anymore." Jimin hated when Taehyung read him like an open book. He also loved him for it. There were literally no secrets between the two. "You thought you could fuck him out of the system, but that wasn't the case, was it?"

Jimin was silent. Taehyung was right.

"You thought your attraction to him will fizzle once you have had him. However, you didn't expect him to be perfect for you in every sense, did you? You feel protective of him. He's someone you see worthy to be your equal. Yeah, I know. I expected this since the day you both walked out of the bedroom together."

Jimin deflated. "Fine. I already admitted that I wanna keep him."

Taehyung shook his head with a scoff. "Promise me, Jimin. You will not fuck him until you both have talked and set the limits. You have to educate him and make him aware of what he's getting into. It's not just about sex. You're even sleeping in the same bed as him. He has to know."

"I told him about our past," Jimin confessed. "Once he awakes, I'll talk to him about setting the limits."

"You haven't promised me yet," Taehyung reminded him.

Jimin sighed, knowing Tae won't let him go unless he promised. "Fine. I won't have sex with him until we clarified everything and set the limits."

His best friend nodded. "Good. I can see he's important to you. Do the right thing and don't fuck it up just because you couldn't think straight when you're with him."

Jimin nodded. Jungkook was too important to lose now. He won't fuck this up. Ever.

Once again, there is no kink play in this fic. Jimin was just teasing Jungkook when he talked about Nipple clamps and cock rings.

Also, Jungkook is still searching for his mother without success. We will get there when the time comes. For now, hold on tight.

Feel free to shoot me any questions you might have.