It's been a while...Sorry to keep you waiting. My new job is demanding and I work 6 days a week. It threw me off the grid and I'm trying to get settled.Here's another smutty chapter. Things will grow a bit hot from here. I was a bit stuck on the direction I wanted to take with this story so I took some time to figure that out. Like I said once before, I don't wanna put out things I'm not satisfied with. So please be patient. Love you all guys. Have a great week ahead and stay safe. I'll try to reply to all your comments. 

***

Jimin grabbed his hips, ramming into him with purpose. His grip on his hip was so tight that Jungkook knew it'd leave beautiful bruises later on his skin. It was the only type of bruise Jungkook longed to have in his body these days. A sign of Jimin's possession, his obsession, and his claim.

His cheek was pressed to the deep burgundy, velvet cushion of the couch. It was so soft with numerous plushy throw pillows that Jungkook felt it under his palms, relishing the softness. Jimin was such a keen observer. Ever since he'd picked up on his liking for soft things, Jungkook often found himself surrounded by the softest things one could find.

He loved the extra care Jimin put in everything that concerned him. Jungkook had never felt so desired and wanted before. Jimin's touch ignited the fire in his system. It left heat trails over every inch of his body.

"Hyung-nim..." Jungkook gasped, gripping a pillow to his chest and biting his teeth into the other. He loved to address Jimin as 'Your Majesty' and 'Hyung-nim' during their intimate moments and the reaction was immediate.

Jimin cursed under his breath, pulled out, flipped him over on his back, and climbed between his legs. Pushing his legs until his knees touched his chest, planting one knee on the couch and the other on the floor he slammed right into home again.

Jungkook lifted a hand and puckered his lips, demanding a kiss. Jimin fell forward, releasing his leg to capture his lips in a messy kiss. It was amazing how the leader of the Cobras bent to every whim of his lover.

Jimin knew what buttons to push and when to push them. He was full. So full. The stretch always caused a burn he'd come to relish. Every stroke of his cock against his prostate sent Jungkook a step closer to his release.

"Fuck!" Jimin hissed. "So pretty. All for me."

Jungkook nodded vehemently. "O-Only for you." His body slid up the couch with every thrust.

"Look at you," Jimin moaned. "A fucking Greek God. Gonna keep you as long as you'll let me." He kissed him again, a messy tangle of teeth, tongue, and lips. "Gonna fuck you so good."

"Yes. Yes, please." Jungkook arched his back and threw his head back. The hands that were clawing at Jimin's sides were now tugging at his hair as he let out a broken moan. Tears of pleasure streamed down his cheeks. "K-Keep me. Fuck me," he panted and cried out because of the skyrocketing pleasure. "Do whatever you want."

Jimin stilled with a loud curse before his body shook violently and the telltale orgasm crashed over him. He fell forward; pressing his forehead into Jungkook's chest as he helplessly thrust into him and rode out his orgasm.

Jungkook wrapped his hands around him, rolling his hips in tandem and seeking release. The friction caused on his cock by the tight press of their bodies felt so good. He rutted helplessly against his hips and protested with a whine when Jimin pulled away and pulled out of him.

But Jimin just bent, took him inside his mouth and sucked him off until Jungkook felt his soul leave his body through his cock and then back into his body again. He spilled with a soft cry and his body shook with oversensitivity when Jimin didn't stop licking around the head of his cock.

"P-Please..." He pushed at him. "T-Too much," he cried.

Jimin released his cock with a wet pop, grinning smugly. "You taste so good."

Jungkook whimpered, suddenly feeling shy as if he wasn't begging for his cock a few moments ago. He turned his head, pulling a pillow over his face with a protesting sound.

"Is my baby shy again?" Jimin coaxed the pillow off his face, kissing his nose. "I'm loving this side of you."

Jungkook felt his cheeks flare. He didn't know he had this side in him either. It was as if he was discovering himself when he was with Jimin. He didn't have to be on watch all the time. He didn't have to put up his walls and act strong.

Jimin hadn't let him top him again, but then Jungkook wasn't in the position to do so either. He was recovering and not to mention how freaked out Jimin was. He'd watched over him like a hawk and hadn't let him off the bed.

As he gazed up into his eyes, he witnessed Jimin's features softening and the sides of his eyes crinkling with a fond smile. Jungkook didn't know how it was possible to go from fucking like there was no tomorrow one moment and back to a scene from a romantic k-drama he watched long ago without his father's knowledge.

He lunged, hiding his face into the crook of Jimin's neck again.

"Hyung-nim..."

"Fuck!" Jimin cursed again. "I love it when you call me that. Makes me want to give you the world." He pressed his growing erection on his thigh. "Also, it makes me fucking hard," he growled.

Jungkook's grip on his side tightened and he let out a soft whine, nuzzling into his neck further. "No one's stopping you from taking me again," he mumbled into his skin before pulling back to look into his eyes. "I want you to take me again," he whispered, feeling his skin burning up with the familiar need again. "Perhaps a little slow this time?"

Jimin's features hardened with need, the intensity in his eyes causing Jungkook to shiver. "You want me to make love to you, sweetheart?" He shifted and his cock nudged his entrance. "Want me to love you?" He pushed in and rolled his hips with shallow yet deep strokes causing Jungkook's toes to curl. "Like this?"

Jimin's words went straight to his groin, stirring his arousal, and soon his cock was hard again. His words also sent a rush of warmth to his chest.

"Love?" he gasped. "N-No one ever loved me. O-Only mom."

Jimin paused with an unreadable expression on his face. "I don't know exactly how you define love," he replied after a moment, his face an impassive mask but the look in his eyes was so intense and seemed to peer into his soul. He felt so vulnerable and stripped bare in front of him. "If what I felt for my mom or the rabbit she presented is love, what I feel for my 1953 Corvette is love, what I feel for Taehyung and Seokjin is love, then I love you more, Jungkook." He cupped the side of his face with a soft smile that immediately softened his features. "I feel something more than whatever I feel for them. You're mine."

Jungkook stared at him with his mouth agape, tears spilling freely this time for very different reasons. "I think I love you too," he sniffled. "You're the only one who makes me feel safe. Just like my mother did." He put a hand over Jimin's palm.

Just like Jimin, he didn't know what exactly love was. His mother would often tell him she loved him whenever she hugged him to her chest and kissed his cheeks. She'd tell him that he was her world and how much she adored him. Jungkook thought that was love. While the way Jimin took care of him was different, Jungkook felt the same as he did when he was with his mother and some more.

Safe.

Protected.

Cherished.

Wanted.

And desired.

Jimin began to move. "Fuck emotions and feelings. I can't help the way I feel when I'm around you." He chuckled. "I don't regret anything when it comes to you." He rolled his hips. "There's this overwhelming urge to own you, to possess you," he stressed the words with every thrust.

"I-I belong to you." Jungkook's legs slipped from where he had wrapped them around Jimin's waist. "All yours."

"Mine," Jimin growled, kissing him breathless. "And I yours." He panted against his mouth.

"M-Mine." Jungkook nodded. "Only mine."

Jimin cupped his face. "Yes. Only yours."

"So good..." Jungkook moaned. "Want this moment to last forever."

Jimin nuzzled into his neck. "It will. If that's what you want."

This time Jungkook pulled him into a kiss, briefly pulling away to whisper, "Wanna ride you."

Jimin nodded and allowed Jungkook to switch positions. Jungkook situated himself on top of Jimin, planting his palms over his pecs as Jimin held the base of his cock with one hand, Jungkook's hip with the other.

Jungkook lowered, sinking down his length, letting out a soft moan. "You're so big. Makes me feel so full."

He began to lift his hips and sank down again, finding a rhythm to fuck himself on his cock.

Jimin moaned, running his hand over his toned chest. "Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock. Looking so pretty like this."

"Yeah? Prettier than anyone you ever fucked?"

"The prettiest," Jimin answered without missing a beat.

Jungkook moaned in response. "That's good." He threw his head back. "Play with my nipples," he demanded. "Touch me. Do something."

Jimin obeyed immediately. He gripped Jungkook's cock jerking him languidly with one hand and tweaked his nipple between his index finger and thumb using the other.

Jungkook moaned loudly as he increased his pace, bouncing. His thighs clenched with exertion, the burn of his muscles felt so delicious with the way Jimin's cock was hitting all the right places. With his black hair plastered over his forehead and a sheen of sweat covering his milky skin, Jimin looked like a wet dream. His personal haven.

His gaze fell on the corner art studio and his heart swelled. An emotion he never felt before washed over him and drowned him. Perhaps this was love. This was what love felt like. This was how his mother once felt for him.

He looked down at Jimin and smiled, feeling his orgasm closing in on him. As he glanced down at Jimin, he realized, at this moment nothing else really mattered. He didn't care about his father or the reputation he built. Jimin was all he cared for.

Maybe it was too soon, but Jungkook didn't care. Maybe he was just enamored because Jimin has given him something he always deeply longed for.

Jungkook didn't know what the future held in store for him, but he knew one thing. He wanted to cherish this time he had with Jimin.

The squelch of the lube and Jimin's cum was too obscene along with their combined moans and grunts. It felt just right.

This time Jungkook came first and fell forward onto Jimin's chest. His breathing was erratic and his body was coated with sweat. Jimin just turned both of them to lie on their sides as he continued to fuck into him. At the same time, he captured his lips in a smoldering kiss.

Jungkook knew exactly when Jimin came. He gripped the older's hip in a bruising grip, blunt nails digging into his skin. Everything was too good to be true. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

***

Over the span of the next few weeks, several changes happened both in the Dragons and in the Cobras. It began with the Dragons.

Jungkook had been the happiest these past weeks. He began painting once again and was extremely talented at it. When he wasn't working, he was in his art studio painting to his heart's content. Apart from working out, this was something he genuinely enjoyed. Even at work, he could be seen watching videos that taught more about art and painting techniques.

It had become an everyday occurrence now that Namjoon, Yoongi, or Hoseok showed up at Jimin's place. The security barely paid them any need now. Sometimes they even hung out with Taehyung and Seokjin, playing pool or cards.

However, with Jungkook's father back from the hospital, other issues were also happening. Dragons attacked the Cobras and they retaliated. Namjoon was well aware that Jungkook ordered none of these attacks.

Two more buyers of the Dragons went to Cobras and upon Jungkook's insistence, Jimin accepted them. So, Jungkook's father flipped once more. But he didn't dare call Jungkook back to him again. However, Namjoon suspected that there was something else going behind their back.

It didn't help Jungkook was growing distant with mafia-related work. He was there but his mind wasn't here anymore. Namjoon couldn't blame him. He'd seen a glimpse of the kid Jungkook once was. In the years that followed, he also witnessed how the twinkle in his doe eyes dulled and the curiosity died to become a man he never wanted to become.

But the world didn't work that way. Jungkook was deep in their world now. He couldn't just walk away from his responsibilities. Hoseok, however, thought differently. He argued that Jungkook should be allowed to enjoy his moment of peace. He said that Namjoon was the second-in-command for a reason.

So Namjoon did whatever he could without taking everything to Jungkook. But today he couldn't do the same. He needed his boss.

When Namjoon approached Jungkook that evening after work, he found him in his home office plus art studio. He was so immersed in the painting that he didn't even realize Namjoon was there.

The second in command shifted from one foot to the other, wondering if he should call him. But the peaceful and concentrated look on his face was something he was getting used to these days.

His phone kept vibrating inside his pocket. There were some issues between the Cobras and the Dragons. They didn't know who started it, or maybe they did and they had to do something about it very soon. They've been taunting each other and a fight broke out earlier today.

Though no one was dead, two were injured. Namjoon didn't want to disrupt the serene moment. After contemplating for a while, he decided to wait until Jungkook was done painting.

When he entered the living room, intending to make some coffee and wait for Jungkook, he saw Jimin stepping onto the threshold fresh out of the shower and his hair dripping wet, drink in a hand. He still didn't understand his obsession with alcohol. Whenever he saw him, he sported with a glass in his hand and looked elegant while sipping it.

"Oh, Namjoon-ssi, what brings you here? Where are Yoongi-ssi and Hoseok-ssi?"

"Ah, in office," he replied with a polite smile. "I came to meet Jungkook."

"Mhmm..."

"He's painting so I thought I'll wait until he's done."

Jimin arched his brow at that and then smiled. It still baffled Namjoon that Jungkook's name was the only thing that could make this man smile a real smile. "Anything urgent?"

Namjoon shifted from one foot to the other. While he didn't know the depth of Jimin's involvement in the Dragons, he gathered these days Jungkook did not do anything without consulting with Jimin first.

"Um...there has been an incident," he replied and went on to explain the issue at hand.

Jimin's brows knotted and a hard expression fell over his place before he pulled out his phone and made a few calls. While Namjoon watched, he talked to someone over the phone. When he was done, he turned to face Namjoon.

"It's taken care of," he said casually. "Thanks for not disturbing Jungkook."

Namjoon stared at him in wonder. His phone rang at the exact moment with the news that said everything had been taken care of.

"Um...thank you." He bowed and was out of the apartment with the same wonder in his mind.

***

Jungkook descended the stairs with a hop in his steps. His hair was now dry and the blue silk robe slid off one shoulder, revealing his tan shoulder. Jimin looked up from his phone from where he was perched on the bar stool with a drink in his hand.

He beamed noticing his boyfriend and strode toward him with a bounce in his steps. "Hey..."

"Done painting?" Jimin greeted him with a wet smack on his lips, causing him to giggle.

"Mhmm...I'm getting better." He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, teasing his bottom lip.

"You're already the best."

Jungkook tasted the alcohol in his mouth, something he'd grown to love. It was unique to his lover. "You always know the right thing to say."

"Wouldn't have gotten the man otherwise." Jimin grabbed him by his hip, sliding a hand down the curve of his ass to give it a firm squeeze.

"Aish, none of that." Jungkook swatted his hand. "My ass is still sore from this morning."

Jimin grabbed his ass with both his hands. "Want me to eat it better?"

"Fuck, hyung. You can't say things like that and expect me to not react," he moaned into his mouth.

"You can fuck me tonight, Jungkookie..." Jimin bit his bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth. "Perks of being a vers you see."

Jungkook giggled. "I'd love that," he murmured. "I like it when you ride me. You look like a king—"

"Riding a stallion?"

Jungkook burst into laughter. "I'll be your stallion anytime. I'll be your anything."

"Mhmm..." Jimin sucked his tongue before pulling back. "Namjoon-ssi was here."

"Oh." Jungkook frowned.

"You were painting and he didn't want to disrupt you," Jimin said.

"Was it urgent?" Jungkook took a sip from Jimin's glass, admiring his taste in drinks. Whether it was light or heavy that man knew his drink.

"A bit. It's taken care of."

"Okay." He drained the glass and put it aside. "Now how about that ride on that stallion?" He pulled Jimin to his feet, hooking his hands under the back of his thighs to lift him up.

"Don't you wanna know what he wanted to talk about?" Jimin asked, tilting his head to kiss the side of his neck, renewing the hickeys he left earlier that morning.

"Not needed if it's taken care of. I'd rather do you than worry my mind with something that doesn't matter now."

Jimin chuckled. "Alright, then. Do me like this, Jeon?" he whispered seductively. "Put me against the wall and fuck me harder."

Jungkook's eyes darkened with desire. "Your wish is my command, Your Majesty."

***

Something was terribly wrong. Namjoon had no doubt now that Sr. Jeon was trying to divide the Dragons. The tensions were rising inside and outside of the gang.

The underbosses were creating trouble. Some of them were siding with Sr. Jeon and some were sticking to Jungkook. The young leader has been stressed out all week, solving one issue after the other. There was clearly a power struggle going inside the gang and it wasn't just a cold war anymore.

Sr. Jeon called for a meeting with every underboss that worked for them last Friday at their base. The first thing that irked Namjoon was that Sr. Jeon had taken a seat on the throne instead of the chair on the right-hand side that should have been his.

When Jungkook arrived for the meeting, Sr. Jeon greeted him with a smug look. The tension was so thick in the atmosphere that one could cut it with a knife. Jungkook refused to sit anywhere else and ended up standing in the middle of the room through the entirety of the meeting. So did Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, and the other underbosses who stood behind Jungkook.

Namjoon had been ready to face anything that day. He even left a text to Seokjin, alerting him of the situation. The consigliere had promised an extraction team and told him to just get Jungkook out of the building. If that wasn't enough, his phone pinged with another text in less than ten seconds saying the alpha team was en-route and they got their back.

Fortunately, despite the tensions between the members, the matters didn't escalate. When they came out of the base, Namjoon noticed the area was surrounded by the alpha team and the Dragons hadn't even noticed how dangerous the situation had been.

Jimin was away on another business trip, but he was always there. When Jungkook entered the car, Jimin Facetimed him immediately, making sure he was alright. Namjoon's heart warmed when he heard the concern dripping from Jimin's voice. The leader of the Cobras showed the side no one had ever seen only to Jungkook.

Things didn't stop there though. When Seokjin called to inform him that Sr. Jeon had called and demanded a meeting with Jimin, he knew things had gone to the next level. It was apparent he was trying to prove Jungkook was incapable of being the leader of the gang and replace him as a leader.

As he exited the car with Hoseok in tow, his jaw was tight with tension. Yoongi was bringing Jungkook in another car. The Cobra's compound was crowded with a lot of familiar Dragon members. Several cars lined the parking lot and Namjoon recognized every single one of them.

"Mother fucker!" Hoseok hissed under his breath.

The Cobras stood guarding the entrance, their weapons ready and there was so much tension in the atmosphere. Namjoon noticed the confusion in many of their faces and certain discomfort with them being inside the enemy compound.

As he walked toward the entrance, he saw a few members being denied entry and being turned away. A few underbosses were being stripped of their weapons as the other blindfolded them, leading them inside.

The security lifted his head when Namjoon approached. The guy smirked and gave him a two-finger salute before letting them both inside. The eyes of two underbosses who waited in line noticeably widened when they witnessed what just happened.

Namjoon had been here in the base a couple of times already and knew exactly where Jimin's office was. He headed to the main office, his boots clicking on the marble floor. Several Cobra members greeted him with a nod or a salute as he walked past them. Things have certainly changed with how Jungkook and Jimin's relationship progressed.

He noticed several paintings decorating the walls of the corridors along with a few artifacts. The place looked as if it was recently renovated. Instead of its usual plain, gray interior, now it looked warm and colorful. He recognized the majority of the paintings and immediately knew it all belonged to Jungkook. An involuntary smile stretched his lips.

"Wow...Our Jungkookie is so talented," Hoseok commented and even stopped in front of a few pieces to admire them despite the tension of the situation.

He dragged Hoseok from each of them saying they'd come later to admire them together.

When they entered the office, it was utter chaos. The big room was full of people. Sitting on one side was Sr. Jeon along with the underbosses. He clenched his jaw noticing Sr. Jeon once again occupying the chair that Jungkook should have sat on.

He eyed the other side, where Cobra's underbosses sat with a tight look on their faces. Sitting exactly opposite Sr. Jeon was Mr. Park. His face was a mask of calm, if not smug as if he knew something none of the others did. Maybe he did know something just like Namjoon, Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jimin.

Seokjin caught his eye and winked. Namjoon gave him a curt nod and decided to stand by the door until Jungkook arrived.

"What is he doing here?" Sr. Jeon boomed.

Jimin looked up from the bar, preparing his drink at a leisurely pace. "You said you wanted to talk regarding some tensions between our gangs, no?"

Sr. Jeon gritted his teeth. "Of course."

"Don't we need the leader of the Dragons for such an important discussion?" Before Sr. Jeon replied, however, Jimin continued, "I'm not having this discussion without Jungkook-ssi."

As if on cue, the door opened again, Jungkook walked inside with a grim look. Namjoon belatedly realized they matched. Both Jimin and Jungkook wore a gray suit with a black shirt, top three buttons open. He wanted to laugh. He didn't think they could give any more hints. These men had no idea what they were in for.

Jungkook's face hardened even more and their gaze darkened when he noticed Sr. Jeon and the others.

Taehyung, who was standing aside until then, approached him immediately. "Welcome, Jungkook-ssi. We were waiting for you." He reached for his suit jacket. "You might wanna get comfortable," he whispered.

Jungkook shrugged off his suit jacket and Namjoon almost laughed when he noticed his weapon holster. It looked like Namjoon wasn't the only one who noticed.

Jungkook had not one but two guns in his holster. Jimin was given one recently when he returned from his Russian trip. While everyone was stripped of their weapons—, which Namjoon was sure, included Sr. Jeon—here was Jungkook and his right-handed men, armed to their teeth. Time and the situation really weren't in favor of Sr. Jeon.

He saw the color drain from Sr. Jeon's face. The underbosses mirrored similar expressions. Jungkook's gaze scanned the room. It tightened further when he saw what his good-for-nothing dad was up to.

"Care for a drink, Jungkook-ssi?" Jimin asked in a sweet voice, garnering Jungkook's attention.

"Yes, please." Jungkook looked as if he'd made his decision. He unbuttoned his sleeve and rolled it back to his elbows. "The usual."

With that, he strode toward the head of the table, instead of taking a seat at the end of the table near one of the underbosses as his father expected. Jungkook stopped right in front of Jimin's throne, he squared his shoulder before sitting on the throne, crossing his leg at the knee.

The silence washed over the room was deafening.

The Dragon's side of the table was a mixture of fear and shock while the Cobra's side looked furious. They'd have pulled their weapons if they were allowed one. However, Namjoon could sense their rising confusion too. If Namjoon hadn't known better he'd be afraid too.

Namjoon unbuttoned his suit jacket just as Yoongi stepped right beside him. He pushed the jacket sleeve behind as he pushed his hands inside his pant pockets. The action revealed their weapons as well. They stood blocking the door with a widened stance while Hoseok, who thought he wasn't much help in a fight, wisely went to sit on the couches lined in the sitting area adjacent to the bar.

He sank into the couch with a relaxed expression. It didn't go unnoticed by the others as well.

Jimin finished the drinks. One for him and one fancy-looking sweet drink for Jungkook. Namjoon recognized the sweet drink Jungkook often could be seen sipping when he was in Jimin's apartment.

He grabbed both glasses; his suit jacket ditched somewhere as well, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Every eye was on Jimin as he casually strode toward Jungkook.

He handed a drink to Jungkook, swooping in to place a wet kiss on his lips before taking a seat on one of the wide arms, leaning back and planting one leg on the space between Jungkook's thigh and the chair.

Jungkook naturally wrapped his free arm around his waist, keeping him closer as he took a sip from his drink.

"Mr. Jeon..." Jimin drawled. "I heard you were having some concerns."

Sr. Jeon's face was tight with tension, having not expected anything like this. It was red and he clenched his jaw so hard that Namjoon thought he'd break his teeth. The underbosses on the other hand were sweating bullets.

"The Cobras keep stealing our clients," he accused. His voice rather came out weak, having unexpected this new turn of events. "Now I understand why our leader didn't bother. He's busy keeping someone's dick wet."

"He has no reason to bother," Jimin replied smoothly, sipping his drink. "Not when the Cobras are purchasing the drugs from him for a much higher price. And don't worry about my dick. Your son takes very good care of it."

Sr. Jeon's jaw went slack. Namjoon almost choked on his saliva.

Jungkook on the other hand looked flustered but masked it well. "Our facilities are working extra hours to meet the demand," Jungkook said. "Our production doubled in the past month and we are looking for another location to expand."

Jimin shrugged. "Now tell me why you're here. Why did you show up without your leader and demand a meeting with me?"

Sr. Jeon swallowed.

"You violated our peace alliance. Your men attacked ours and earlier today a group of them tried to steal our drugs en-route from Gwanju. I think I don't even have to add the raid on our warehouse last week." Jimin's face hardened. "It'd be war if it wasn't for our acquaintance." He turned his gaze to Yoongi. "Yoongi-ssi, what does your code of conduct state for mistakes like this? The Cobras sure as hell doesn't entertain such things."

"Flog to death," Yoongi said without missing a beat. "In front of the gang."

Jimin hummed in his throat and turned to Jungkook. "I'll leave that to my boyfriend." He grabbed his chin, kissing him again. This time going even deeper with tongue and all. The show had a desired effect on the others. He could see the others shaking in their seats.

Jimin pulled away to look at the underbosses on both sides of the table. "Jungkook is mine, so are the Dragons." His voice was so smooth and felt like gliding, but the threat was imminent. "Touch him or his men again, I'll skin you and burn you alive in front of your family."

Jungkook just pressed his head on the side of his waist. "I won't waste that much time on them, hyung-nim." He then eyed the men at the table. "Go after Jimin hyung or his men, I'll just put a bullet between your eyes. No questions asked."

Jimin hummed with a pleasant smile. "Now that's sorted, you may leave. I'd like some time with my boyfriend." They all scrambled to their feet. "Whatever you saw here stays with you until we say so. Spill it out and I'll spill your brains."

Numerous acknowledgments shot through the air before they bowed and left the room one after the other in a hurry.

Namjoon and the others waited until the last one was out. He turned to give a smile and nod to both Jungkook and Jimin before leaving the office room. That was epic and he believed that would send the message to the others.

However, he wasn't fooled to think everything will go smoothly immediately. Some people wanted to tear Jungkook's world apart and this wasn't going to stop them. He relaxed a bit knowing Jungkook was now stronger than ever with Jimin right beside him.

***

"Brace," Jungkook grunted and lifted Jimin off the arm of the throne as if he weighed nothing and put him on the table, standing between his legs and kissing him hungrily.

His hyung-nim giggled against his lips, but his hands were on his ass, squeezing them.

"You're called," he murmured, grabbing his crotch.

Jungkook rutted his hips against his hand with a groan. "You can't call me boyfriend like that and expect me not to react."

"You called me hyung-nim too." Jimin brought his hand to his crotch.

"Fuck!" Jungkook began to work on his belt and fumbled with his zipper.

Jimin leaned back on his elbow with a hiss, grabbing his drink from where he left it earlier. He sipped it as he stared at Jungkook who just freed his cock.

The young leader pumped his cock to full hardness before taking him into his mouth. Jungkook was getting better at blowjobs. It was evident with the way he was not able to pull out moans from Jimin. He sat on the throne, and got comfortable as he hooked Jimin's legs around his shoulder.

Jimin looked so sexy, leaned on the table as if he was posing for a photoshoot, his intense eyes trained on him. Jungkook worked his tongue around the head of his cock, occasionally dipping his tongue into the slit and tasting him earnestly.

Jimin seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. He sipped his drink and threw his head back, thrusting his hips into his mouth occasionally.

"Your mouth feels like heaven, baby." Jimin left his drink to comb his fingers through his hair. Jungkook's gaze was on him as he took him deeper. Jimin threw his head back with a loud moan. "Mhmm...Just like that, baby."

Jungkook beamed as he showered his ardent attention on his cock, worshipping it as it should be.

"Hmm...that's enough, baby. Wanna come with you inside me."

Jungkook immediately released him and stood with urgency, pulling Jimin's pants down and removing them. He laid it on a chair.

"Are you stretched out? Lube and condoms?" Jungkook asked. He already made his way to the desk that was pushed up against the wall in the corner of the room. He rummaged through the drawers and found them. "Don't wanna make a mess now."

"No. You'll have to open me up," Jimin said casually and Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. In their short few months together, he never once allowed Jungkook to do that. He always stretched himself before coming to the bedroom.

He hurried to Jimin, removed his underwear before drizzling some lube in his fingers, and warmed it between his fingers. Jimin spread his legs, lying back comfortably with a hand bend under his head.

"Is this okay?" he asked, pausing a couple of inches from his rim. "May I?"

Jimin nodded.

Jungkook's hand trembled slightly as he circled his rim. "I'm a bit nervous. You never allowed me to open you up before."

"Looks like we have another first, Jeon." Jimin smiled lazily at him. "Never allowed anyone to do it before. I don't like lying pliant for someone in bed. Don't like it when someone catches me in one of my vulnerable moments."

Jungkook smiled. "Thanks for letting me." He took his time opening him up.

"Hmm..." Jimin hummed gently. "Feels good when you do this."

"You look stunning like this, hyung." He pushed a finger inside him. "Won't let anyone see you like this as long as I'm alive."

Jimin giggled. "They'll be six feet under if they dared to try." Then he moaned.

Jungkook opened him up gently before donning the condom and sliding inside. He almost came from how tight Jimin's hole clenched around him.

"I love how tight you are." Jungkook threw his head back with a pleasure-filled hiss. "Tell me, hyung-nim. Tell me how you want it."

"Faster, baby. But look at me when you do so."

Jungkook obeyed. He grabbed his hip, spread, and bent his knee so it touched his chest before he began to ram into him. He snapped his hip forward, fucking into him faster and harder, just like Jimin preferred it, but kept their gazes locked as he did so.

He didn't know if it was just him or Jimin also felt it too. Unlike before when they were only driven by lust and need, now there was something more between them. He could feel it every time they touched. It made his chest feel warm and his stomach to feel weird.

Jimin was just so beautiful. Underneath that entire hard exterior, mostly hardened by the circumstances they had grown into, there was something soft inside of him that he showed only when he was with Jungkook or Taehyung.

"I love you," he found himself whispering as he let his legs go, falling forward to capture his lips.

Jimin's lips trembled against his and his hips bucked against his seeking hand that was now jerking his cock. "Fuck, baby." He dropped his head back with a thud. "Fuck me like that."

Jungkook panted against his chest, thrusts growing erratic as his pleasure spiked. "G-Gonna cum," he stuttered. "I'm so close."

"Come for me then, baby," he urged softly.

Jungkook shuddered as if his body was just waiting for that command. His hips stuttered as the orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. He slumped against Jimin's chest, panting harder. He reached between them, jerking Jimin off and planted his hand on the table, lifting himself up.

"Use your mouth, baby," Jimin panted. "Wanna cum in your mouth."

Jungkook immediately pulled out before bending and taking him in his mouth. It didn't take long to make him cum. He swallowed every drop, licking him clean.

"Come here." Jimin tugged at him. "Let me kiss you."

Jungkook went with a giddy smile, kissing him and letting him taste himself in his mouth. "Are we telling everyone now?" he asked. "I didn't expect you'd call me your boyfriend today."

Jimin shrugged. "They had to know you're mine and that they shouldn't fuck with you."

"I loved it when you claimed me and the dragons like that."

Jimin grinned ear to ear. "I'm possessive. I can't help it."

Jungkook brushed their noses together, something he copied from his mom. She'd often do that with him when she was happy. He began to do that absent-mindedly with Jimin one day and that now became a habit. Jimin for some reason found that endearing just as he found everything else about him endearing.

"I like how possessive you are." He pecked his lips. "Now come on, hyung-nim. We messed up enough for a day. I'm sure Taehyung hyung and Namjoon hyung are drilling holes outside this door."

He pulled away half-heartedly with a grin. Jimin stood up unbothered as Jungkook discarded the condom.

"They can wait a little more." He slapped Jungkook's butt, causing them to giggle.

"Hyung-nim, stop doing that," Jungkook groaned.

"What? Growing hard already."

Jungkook turned away from him. "I'm not answering that."

Jimin wrapped a hand around his waist pulling him flush against his body. "You're insatiable. Want me to take care of it?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Says the one who gets hard just by hearing the word hyung-nim." He grabbed Jimin's already hardening cock to prove his point.

Jimin just shrugged. "Blame the hot specimen of a man in front of me."

He released his cock with a soft, teasing caress. "As much as I'd love to bend over that table or that throne, we really have work to do, hyung. Come on."

"Fine." Jimin dressed up with a grunt.

Jungkook zipped his pants and buckled his belt, running his hand through his hair to get presentable. It felt amazing. He never dated before so he didn't know how being in a relationship would feel.

Jimin was now introducing him to new things. He'd taken him on two dates. One to a fancy restaurant where they ate until their stomach exploded while watching the city of Seoul at night. The second was to a gaming arcade. He looked forward to doing more fun things with him. But there were other things that required their attention immediately.

Jungkook sighed as he strode to the bar, pouring himself a drink and looked back to see Jimin dressed up, unbothered to tuck in his shirt. He looked thoroughly fucked out and Jungkook felt proud.

When Taehyung, Namjoon and the others came inside, they weren't thrilled but Jungkook could tell they were still getting used to this side of Jungkook and Jimin. Hoseok on the other hand was gushing over them at every chance he got.

"Alright, let's discuss the issue at hand," Taehyung started. "We need to monitor everything closely."

Jimin nodded. "I agree." He took his seat and Jungkook knew it was going to be a long day.

If you haven't already, don't forget to check out my completed one shots - Paradise, Hate that I Love you, Our Little Peach. Game Over and The Throne is also now completed :)