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"So... That was my murderer." Yoongi huffed. He sat at the table, shuffling through the envelopes. Each letter seemed so personal. But he hadn't a clue who that guy was. How could these notes be anything connected to that man?

It just didn't feel right.

Yoongi was lost in his thoughts, trying to understand how that man could be, what the media called him, the Black Butterfly murderer. He didn't know Jungkook was tugging at his sleeve until Kookie poked at his arm. "Oh, hey Kookie. What's up?"

Kookie: so... the murderer died in the hospital. Apparently he lost too much blood

It took a minute for that to settle in.

"He's dead?" Jungkook nodded, sitting down next to Yoongi. The boy noticed Yoongi's sudden troubled look, giving him a confused one. Yoongi saw his confused face and sighed. "I just feel so disappointed. It doesn't feel like I did anything..." He rubbed his fingers together; elbows leaned against the hard table, "What did that man have against me? I didn't even know him." He frowned.

Kookie cleared his throat, clearly troubled. "I..." He rasped, obvious it was paining him, "Think he..." He wasn't in pain technically speaking because of the pills, but Yoongi was already gone to get water for the boy and even told him to be quiet, but he wouldn't have it. "Wasn't th'murderer e-either."

"Kookie, I know it's been a week since..." He shifted in his seat, skipping the words, "But you should still try to wait a little longer until your throat feels better."

"It alr-ready feels... a lot better, thank you." He said, the hint of sarcasm very clear, still taking the water as an offer.

Yoong raised an eyebrow at the sudden sass. "Okay then." He huffed, "But you still have night terrors. I think maybe we should get you medication..."

"I don't want any!" He yelled in frustration. Yoongi frowned. "I don't want to be labeled as a psycho!"

"Kookie you know that's not what it means." Jungkook lowered his head in shame. He had a big pride, and the thought of having to face that he was weak right now, piling onto the fact that everyone was babying him probably bothered Jungkook. Yoongi awkwardly brought a hand over the younger's, "I know, but if you don't want to see a therapist, then a little more pills might be okay, yeah?"

"But they're getting better – I'll be okay after another week or two." Yoongi wasn't sure if this was a good choice, but he'll let it slide for that long.

"If it doesn't get better, we're getting you pills at the very least." Jungkook nodded slowly. They were both silent.

Jungkook started. "... So it's over, huh? I guess, technically, since he was caught, it proves it, right? And he's dead, so no more murders?"

"I guess it is."

More silence.

"Yoongi?"

"Mhm?"

"I... I'm confused."

"Me too."

Jungkook started playing with his fingers. "What are we going to do now?"

"I guess we..." Yoongi sat back in his chair, looking disappointed at nothing in particular. "I guess we just... become normal now." Jungkook's brow raised, obviously skeptical and not wanting to be normal again. It felt too... easy. Too unsatisfactory.

"I don't like that."

"What else do we do, Kookie?"

Kookie stood up, placing his hand on the table. "I don't think he's the murderer we want."

Yoongi looked at the boy, squinting at the sudden determination washed on Jungkook's face. Why was it there? Did he really think he was going back into this shit again? Yoongi stood up, a deep frown on his face. "You almost got killed last time. I'm not letting you get involved again if this is how we're doing it."

Kookie shook his head, crossing his arms. "It was my fault. I won't do it again. I promise, Yoongi, I'll be better!" 

"It doesn't matter if you're better or not!" He raised his voice, getting Jungkook's full attention. "If anything happened to you again... If you happened to die this time, I don't know what I'd do!" The younger's eyes widened, both of their jaws now locked shut while the pressure in the room thickened.

Jungkook broke out of it, looking down with an upset look. "I want to help." Yoongi sighed.

It was painfully long until Yoongi finally decided to say something. "I'll think about it." He sat down without saying another word, looking down at the pile of envelopes once again. Jungkook sighed, too, and walked away with a troubled heart.

-  -  -  -

Jungkook walked into the hallway to go back to their room, wanting nothing more than to sit down and be depressed for a little while. However, as he went to turn into the door, he heard noises coming from the bathroom. He stopped to listen, wondering just what these noises were.

When he had his ear against the door, Jungkook's cheeks heated slightly as he now understood what it was. It sounded like... his vibrator was on.

Who on earth knew where it was other than Yoongi and Jungkook?

Some muffled moans could be heard behind the door.

... Wait a minute.

Jungkook couldn't help it – he felt his cock twitch in his pants. "Jimin?" He knocked on the door lightly, forcing himself not to get too excited. He didn't know Jimin was such a little horny boy. The moans died quickly and the buzzing noise stopped, so Jungkook assumed the vibrator was turned off.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" He said this to tease him, knowing fully well what he was doing. There were rummaging and shuffling noises coming from inside. Jungkook tampered with the doorknob, only as a way to let his fingers play with something, but he hadn't noticed until he heard a click that the door was actually unlocked. He looked down, shook, but he didn't stop opening the door. 

When he looked inside the room, he saw a glimpse of Jimin's bottom abs, buckling his belt. Jungkook bit his lip in the process as the bottom of Jimin's shirt fell back down. He imagined tracing his fingers along the lines teasingly slow, possibly licking from the top of his chest to the bottom where his –

"Yeah, I-I'm goo—Jungkook!?" As he turned around, Jimin's face turned an incredible shade of red. He lowered his head and had his hands picking at his sleeves, extremely embarrassed but he failed at hiding it. Completely forgetting the fight Jungkook had with Yoongi, he raised his eyebrow and gave an amused smirk, leaning an elbow against the doorframe. Jimin noticed this and if it was even possible, his face turned an even deeper colour of red. "I-I'm gonna go back to my room now!" He sped walked passed Jungkook and went to his room. But Jungkook followed, and before Jimin could even close the door, he swiftly stopped it and walked in. 

"I've noticed that sometimes my vibrator goes missing around the house lately." He dropped an octave and saw that made Jimin excited – sending a heated message to his own dick. He quickly closed the door behind him, "I would even tamper with the remote, but no matter what, I wouldn't be able to hear it." Jimin stared wide eyed as he started walking backwards, but Jungkook was closing the distance between them very quickly. "Do you use my toys, Jiminnie?"

-  -  -  -

Jimin hiccupped at the feeling of Jungkook's breath fanning over his face. Yoongi was his first love, yet Jungkook also gave him the feeling Yoongi emitted deep within Jimin from long ago. Fuck, what in the world is wrong with him?

Jimin wanted them both.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." He moved his gaze away when Jungkook's body was barely brushing against his own, afraid that he'd get sucked too deep into his eyes. The body heat made Jungkook become unbearable; he was so fucking hot and he didn't know why. Maybe the stupid cocky grin plastered on his face, the way he was dominating him, his piercing eyes laying on him imagining what sinful things to do with Jimin were but some of the lustful factors.

Jimin noticed the long silence between the two, as a clear, passionate fire sparked in both of their eyes. How long had Jungkook wanted this?

Did Jimin want this?

He had nothing to lose. Absolutely nothing to lose anymore. He loved Jungkook somehow. So yes, yes, he did want this. It had only started with Yoongi, but Jungkook was an amazing partner, too.

How long had Jimin wanted this?

"Jungkook?" He regretted speaking, because his voice sounded breathless and weak already. He expected the boy to be turned off by this so he lowered his head. However, his moves were quickly stopped when a finger and a thumb gently caressed his chin so they were both looking in their eyes again. Instead of giving the boy an answer with words, Jungkook smashed his lips against his instead, giving immediate heaven to the smaller.

Jungkook let go of his chin, slowly sliding his hands on Jimin's beautiful body. They started from his shoulder and made their way to the bottom of his waist, pulling him closer as he sucked the pink haired boy in with his kissing. Jimin was hazy with just his kiss and secretly he loved it.

He wanted to deepen the kiss. Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck and shamelessly moaned against his lips, earning a smirk from Kookie. The younger squeezed Jimin's ass, growling in the elder's mouth while hearing the material painfully ruffles tightly around his skin. He pushed his knee in between his thighs and rubbed mercilessly against the growing bulge in Jimin's pants. Jimin broke down in moans under Jungkook's touches, making it so easy to dominate him.

The dark brown haired boy leaned in and brushed his lips on his ear. "Do you like this, baby boy?" He purred and slowly, teasingly, kneaded his hands on Jimin's thick ass. "Do you like what I'm doing? Making you into a mess like this?" Jimin responded with a nod and started grinding back onto Jungkook's knee, trying to ride out his growing painful erection. Jimin spread his legs wider, the back of the wall supporting his own weight as he wrapped one of his legs around Jungkook's waist, pulling him closer for deeper friction.

It was okay; he wanted to try this.

"What do you want, Jimminie?" Jimin grabbed Jungkook's shirt on his back, attempting to pull him closer while he mumbled something incoherent; mouth agape and back arched for more heat. Jungkook sucked on his Adam's apple, nibbling a bit at the skin around it. "Tell me, Jiminnie. Use words."

"I – I want you." He bit his lip, looking down to Jungkook's pants and back up again, "I want you to fuck me..." Jungkook grinned against his skin.

"Oh, is that so?" Jimin nodded frantically with little gasps in between, his head laid against the wall as he whimpered and yearned for Jungkook's dick, getting himself excited over the hot feeling of something other than a toy in his ass. He was already so messed, yet Jungkook barely did anything.

"Show me how much you want me." Jungkook pulled away leaving Jimin gasping with a rejected boner. "We'll tell Yoongi about your little problem later... I want to make this special for all of us." With that, the boy left Jimin with nearly quivering legs and a fuzzy mind. He decided to unzip his pants, sliding them off because as much as he had pride, he really wanted to be fucked so hard tonight, now that he was already like this.

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction at the tent in Jimin's underpants and Jimin let a sigh of relief of the lacking feeling of tight pants. Suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed about being in his light blue polka-dot underpants, he hid his throbbing shelter underneath with his hands and blushed. "J-Jungkook, I–"

"Mhm?" He asked, walking closer, yet he wasn't exactly invested in the conversation. Jimin shivered when he saw the dark brown haired boy staring down at him with hawk-like eyes with that little cocky smirk. He swore he could feel his dick getting harder under his hands.

"J-Jungkook..." He shuddered when the younger pinned Jimin's hands high above his head, against the wall. Jimin's breath hitched and trembled under his touch. "Jungkook," He breathed again. He realized his name was the thing he had been moaning the entire afternoon. Jimin was going to say something, but he had it stolen as the boy ravished his mouth with his tongue. His mind swooned over Jungkook's talent for this and nearly made his knees buckle once again. Jungkook, luckily, wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling off Jimin's shirt.

"Do you want me, baby?" He snarled against Jimin's collarbone, biting at a particular spot and suckling as a purplish colour came to the surface. Jimin moaned at his touch, unconsciously tugging at his dark locks while his eyes rolled back. Jungkook responded by licking his freshly made mark, peppering kisses up the side of his neck to his jawline, sliding his hands all over the pink haired boy's naked torso, one finding its way to one of his nipples. 

Jimin twitched and whined at the feeling of his nipple being rubbed and twisted. "J-Jungkook!" He called out, making the darker haired boy look at him with hungry eyes. But then he stopped in his actions, taking his shirt off, making Jimin release a sob at the loss.

"What do you want, baby? Say it again so I can hear it clearly."

"I want..." As Jimin stuttered, Jungkook kept his signature grin on – his predatory eyes not leaving the pink haired boy's – as his hands trailed down to the zipper on his own pants. Jimin's eyes looked down, too, following its motions, eager to see what was underneath.

"You to..." The slow sound of the zipper filled the air; Jimin's imagination taking him places before anything was even happening. Jungkook's jeans and underpants soon dropped to the ground, showing his...

Big...

"F-Fuck me..." Jimin bit his lip, swallowing hard. "God, Jungkook, I need you to fuck me!"

Jungkook snapped. He rammed his mouth back onto Jimin's, shoving him onto the bed. Jimin automatically wrapped his legs around Jungkook's waist and grinded their lower half together, causing Jungkook to groan into Jimin's mouth. He pulled himself off of Jimin and sat down on his knees and pried open Jimin's legs as he lowered his head down to the elder's chest. He did what he wanted to do; his wet tongue trailed from his chest, following the prominent lines of his cute, chubby yet muscular body, all the way down to the base of his dick. He didn't touch it though; teasing the boy was definitely on his mind.

He heard Jimin whine underneath him and he nipped at his skin in response with a grin. "Be patient, baby." Jimin watched the boy go and open a drawer to get lube. At the same time, he couldn't help but touch himself. When Jungkook came back, he tapped his hand and tsked, then kneeled down on the ground, ready to lubricate the boy's asshole, but Jimin consciously closed his legs. "Are you sure you want this, Jiminnie?"

Jimin felt Jungkook touch one of his legs, putting little pressure on it as if he were asking to spread his legs open. Of course, Jimin wanted this. It had just been years since somebody had seen him completely naked... "I-I do." He let Jungkook slowly lean his leg to the side, meaning he had given complete trust to the boy.

Jungkook smiled, this time more sincere. "I promise I won't hurt you, baby." He kissed Jimin's inner thigh and Jimin could've sworn he felt his heard fall for Jungkook even deeper than before. Jungkook inserted his index finger coated with the cool lube. It started out not as uncomfortable as it would've been, because Jimin was a little kink and used Jungkook's vibrator, which meant he was already touching himself beforehand. It didn't take long for him to spread the boy out.

"Fuck- I can't take it any longer!" Jungkook stood up and coated his own throbbing dick. Grunting at the cool feeling, he couldn't wait to get into the boy's ass and ram him to oblivion. "I hope you know that using my vibrators without me knowing will give you rough punishment, baby." Seeing the worried yet anticipating expression on the pink haired boy's face, he chuckled deeply and grasped at Jimin's ass, squeezing it apart as he slowly entered the tip in. Jimin hissed in pain but still excited for what was to come. Soon, he was balls deep in and Jimin never felt so full in a long time.

He took it slow and grinded at first, but to give more of a punishment to the boy, he picked him up and placed him against the wall. He started thrusting before Jimin could even ask any questions. Soon, he was pounding deep into Jimin's ass at an animalistic pace. The pink haired boy gripped at Jungkook's back letting scratch marks string along his sweaty skin, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead as his mouth let out sinful, loud, shameless moans. He gripped onto Jungkook's hair occasionally, the younger's face snuggled into the crook of Jimin's neck and shoulder.

"F-Fuck-ah! Oh God-!" The noise of their skin slapping and grunting echoed in the room, as well as a hard thud against the wall within each thrust Jungkook rammed into Jimin with. The elder cursed and tried holding back his moans because Yoongi was still in the house. When his noises soon became more muffled, Jungkook grunted.

"Let Yoongi hear you baby," He breathed. Jimin didn't listen, so Jungkook started thrusting him harder against the wall mercilessly if that was even possible. Jimin couldn't hold back his moans anymore. He was practically yelling and calling out for Yoongi, calling out Jungkook's name, being completely wrecked.

-  -  -  -

He was in inner turmoil. Of course he wanted Jungkook to help... But he couldn't bear the thought of Jungkook dying on him. Then there would also be all the shame drawn to him from his family, his friends... Everyone loved Jungkook. Everyone knew Jungkook. But, that was only if the murderer was actually still out there.

What if that man really was the murderer?

What if he was just fooling around with Yoongi?

But that didn't make sense; murderers don't exactly work that way when he barely knew anything about Yoongi. He was certain of it. What if he looked into the man's background? Yoongi opened his laptop on the table, searching up the man's name.

"Okay, so..." He started, leaning his elbow against the table as he was about to get invested in his research. But then...

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

... Why was there thudding against the wall?

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WHAT WILL YOONGI DO 

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also sorry again bc its a really long chapter wao im amazed if u guys even made it this far cuz my smut sucks 

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