Jungkook immediately walks away, pinching the bridge of his nose with closed eyes, trying to pry the imagine of Jimin's whole figure from burning his head.

He's not going to do it.

He made a promise to himself, he was going to protect him and not fuck him!

"You better start getting your shit together and fuck him," Karma growls against his ear, making Jungkook turn around to face him.

No way in hell.

"Why can't you do it!?:

Karma taps his mask, "I thought I wasn't appealing enough, huh?"

Jungkook grunts and glances at Jimin, who's twirling the lace of his robe between his fingers, temptingly raising it up his body while whistling a childish tune with his plump lips and eyes gazing the room.

"Blind him! Something! Anything! But I'm not doing this," Jungkook hisses with a hand running through his hair, "I...... I've seen things involving him..... I can't.... I can't do that-"

He's panicking.

He's panicking pretty bad.

Karma's eyes slightly loses the edge off his gaze, and he places a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, his awkward attempt to be comforting, "You're not them Jungkook, okay?" He says lowly, debating his eyes over before finally giving in, "Fine I'll do it, but you're blinding yourself too."

Jungkook nods without hesitation and Karma turns to Jimin, who lightly taps the cabinets with the heel of his foot, "Under one condition am I going to do this, you're blindfolded."

Jimin's eyes suddenly sparkled in delight, and he claps his hands, "Oh kinky, I love the way you think when you're not angry!" He purrs and roams through another cabinet, taking out two black silk cloths and extends one out to Jungkook.

The ravenette perks an eyebrow and Jimin's smirk widens, "I may have been fucked a few times, but I'm not stupid. Mask man here likes his privacy, must mean around you too as well. So, time to bondage up."

Jungkook glances at Karma for a moment, who gives him a discreet nod before walking slowly toward Jimin, still remaining a great distance away and wraps his hand around the silk cloth that's on Jimin's palm. Suddenly Jimin grasps his wrists and yanks him forward, forcing him to stand between his legs.

Close, too close.

Jungkook could practically smell his Chanel perfume and double thinks his options over whether to be risky himself or let Karma do it, making Jimin lean closer and caress his smooth lips against his neck teasingly, "Play with me too. I promise I'll make you feel good."

Jungkook shutters his breathes, softly groaning and forceful pulls back from the heated temptation, "Yeah, but will you feel good?"

A sudden flicker of darkness dashes Jimin's eyes so quickly that Jungkook nearly didn't catch it, but then it instantly transformed to a sudden amusement once again as he wraps the cloth over his eyes, "Have it your way then, enjoy the music my ravenette."

Jungkook purses his lips, wanting to say something more but a gentle hand on his snaps his attention. He looks towards Karma, who takes the black cloth from his hands and raises it up tenderly, "Time to wrap you up baby."

His breath hitches his throat for a moment as his vision is completely blinded by darkness. He sees nothing, only feels as Karma wrap the lace around to the back of his head tightly and leads him to walk before settling him down to a chair.

"I hope one day I can show you how good I am," Karma drawls huskily and presses his lips tenderly to the corner of Jungkook's mouth, making the other's gulp and move his face away as Karma lightly grips his thigh before walking away.

Leaving Jungkook to take pleasure in the darkness alone.

Meanwhile Karma sighs and walks towards Jimin, forcing his face up by the chin, "Can't see anything huh?"

Jimin's heart pounds hard against his chest to the sudden unknown and shakes his head, "I keep my word."

So, Karma reluctantly takes off his mask, placing it beside them and places his large hands on either side of Jimin's jawline, "Just so you know, I still can't fucking stand you."

When a breathless whimper stutters out of Jimin's throat, Karma hungrily slams their lips together. This felt anything but gentle, only surrounding in sexual frustration and anger from between the two from their own troubled issues. Jimin rakes his fingers through Karma's mint green hair while the other claws Jimin's back from under the robe, letting his fingers dig his skin hard.

Over the faint scars on his skin.

The smaller moans pitifully and arches his back, "That feels so good Taehyung."

Taehyung....

He said it again..

Karma froze so suddenly, his heart thrusting to fast upon hearing that same name escaping Jimin's lips once again and he pulls away, gripping his neck and pins his head back to the mirror aggressively, "How the fuck do you know my name?"

He made sure to say it hushly so Jungkook wouldn't hear and Jimin only chuckles, "I know you Kim Taehyung, after all.... Aurous use to be my home."

What...

His home?

Taehyung's heart dropped to his knees, especially when Jimin pulls the robe past his shoulders to reveal a branded burn mark right on his shoulder blade.

A mark that was so desperately burned by another mark over it, and Karma had to take a step back to catch his breath. The outline of the Star is still there, clearly visible through his eyes.

What the fuck.

"You see, when I was kidnapped and taken to do those horrific videos, it was your father's men who did it," Jimin drawls lowly, rubbing the mark with his thumb, "Oh how much they loved their little prince, sadly they couldn't get their hands on him because of the king. How sad, hm? Dragged little boys like me to do the dirty work instead, saying your precious name like a praise, sadly never revealing the face for us to hate for ruining our lives."

Karma couldn't even breath by now, his heart accelerating at a massive speed, and he shakes his head, "D-Dont lie to me. My family would never-"

"Oh this wasn't your families bidding," Jimin mocks and leans back, "It was just theirs, their little secret from the royal family before they got caught after.... Well, that's a story you must remember yourself sweetie."

The hard forced reality didn't feel good in Taehyung's chest, not knowing what the fuck to feel right now to this news yet feeling this strange disconnection to reality at once by the holes to his memory. No wonder he never saw those a couple of the men who use to play with him in the backyard or in his room; too innocent to know their lewd desire for him. They were killed by his parents after.... Something?

Wait, did they?

What...

What's going on?

Almost as if Jimin senses his hysteria, he pulls him closer and travels his hands to his face from his blinded vision.

"Let it out on me, don't be a little bitch now," Jimin murmurs and pecks his neck, "Your name will be our little secret, Karma."

Karma bites his bottom lip as Jimin nibbles his skin, making a low growl escape his throat as the sudden switch to drown in this moment consumes him to remove the distress the body felt. He slithers his hands around the smaller's waist and yanks him closer by the hips and slams his back against the mirror. His rough and angry kisses left much harsher and darker marks on Jimin's sensitive skin, his moans only growing louder and louder, especially when Karma begins to jerk his erecting dick off.

Jimin cries and moves his hips, meeting Karma's every stroke as their lips molded together; angry tongues fighting for dominance in which Jimin submitted to after a squeeze on his ass from Karma's large hands.

Through the buzz session, Jimin's hand opens a cabinet, roaming his hands and finally pulls out the square loose paper and raises it up.

A condom.

Karma furrows his eyebrows for Jimin's choice instead of a lube, but then Jimin says, "I don't fuck without a condom, that's my rule and everyone respects it. I make sure of that."

Karma can only imagine the many times Jimin has experienced the horrors of possibly having a sexual infection, probably going on annual checkups to make sure he's okay.

However, that's something that's always nerve wrecking, so he understands him perfectly well.

So, Karma takes the condom and slides down his pants jerking his dick off a few times before sliding on the condom, letting it hug his cock comfortably while adding a bit of lube on it.

"I don't need prepping," Jimin murmurs edging the man closer, "Fuck me."

Karma couldn't help but stare at the blind folded man, not fighting his tender kiss on his lips that escaped out of him before rubbing his cock against his entrance and thrusting inside his warm walls. A choking gasp escapes Jimin's lips, along with gasp of Karma on his own by how fucking amazing he feels. He's loose to begin with but so fucking tight the farther he sinks inside him.

"Ah- you're so b-big," Jimin whimpers, followed by hiccupping moan when Karma thrusts inside him again, making it deep and quickly. Karma had to close his eyes as he starts to pick up his speed, slowly losing his mind completely by the multiple things going on in his head.

Jimin's back presses hard against the mirror, fogging up to Karma's warm breathes as he moans out to Jimin's fingers clawing his back; hard enough to feel the blood being drawn through the button up shirt.

Their lips felt numb against each other, and Karma couldn't help but find himself gazing at a specific someone across the room through the mirror. His dick fucking twitched inside Jimin as he sees the sight of Jungkook's large hand palming himself from over his pants, head thrusted back with sweat gleaming his neck.

If only Karma could see his fucking eyes, he knows he would quickly cum inside Jimin without hesitation.

"H-Harder please!" Jimin whines but suddenly chokes when Karma grips his neck tightly and fucked into him relentlessly, causing the damn drawer to fucking rattle against the wall.

The simple noise got so deep under Karma's raging annoyance that he slams into Jimin so hard that caused the drawer to aggressively crash to the wall, muting the sounds with little thudding noises instead.

That's something Karma can work with.

"I-If I go with you, a-are you going to hurt me?" Jimin suddenly asks, his voice hoarse yet his words soft.

For a second, sounding.... Vulnerable?

Maybe scared?

Karma slowly moves his lips to his shoulder, right where the brand mark is and bites on it hard, leaving a large redness there, "If you fail me, I'll make sure to brand this little mark here myself, all the while fucking you against my bed."

A low hum comes from Jimin's throat and he thrusts his head back against the glass, "Intimate yet deadly, I'm a sucker for that."

Karma moans loudly upon hearing that and slams into Jimin to release inside the condom, riding out his high while jerking Jimin off. The male's breathe increases and he squeaks when a string of cum explodes out from his dick.

Heavy pants escape the two males, and Jimin finds himself clasping Karma's face and molding their lips back together. The kiss isn't rough or angry like how it was only moments ago, it's much softer and it filled Karma with something in his chest that he didn't like.

So he pulls away quickly and pulls out, all the while removing the condom, taking a tissue from Jimin's tissue box on the table and cleans himself and Jimin off before pulling his pants on, and grabs his mask.

He turns around to see his partner in crime with cum stains on his button up shirt, dick now shoved in his boxers from when it was previously out as he jerked himself off. Karma rolls his eyes and grabs a few tissues and throws it to him.

"Being a little clean wouldn't kill anybody."

Jungkook makes a face and lets Karma drag the blind fold off his eyes, revealing his glittering dark orbs.

Such a little show he gave, all that Karma witnessed from the mirror.

But this wasn't over.

"Yay! Now I got my security deposit..... And my leverage."

Both Jungkook and Karma snaps their eyes to Jimin, who still remains on the dresser with a cocky smirk, "Somewhere in this room there's a hidden little camera, in which recorded everything when I went to grab my cigarette that I activated it. So not only is your face recorded Karma, that could ruin your little fear of privacy but also the little other secretive detail we discussed, but I could show this to the FBI headquarters and this could ruin Mr. Jeon's whole career too for backstabbing the agency. There it is. That's my security deposit."

The second they stepped into this room, Jimin had this all planned out in his mind. And it all fell into place, just as he wanted it to. Karma revealed not only a face but his name and Jungkook revealed their standing.

Jimin's own perfect leverage.

Karma snarls his teeth beneath the mask and begins to storm towards the man but Jungkook yanks him back, while zipping up his pants.

"I will fucking dismember you to pieces Park Jimin!"

The boy only closes his robe and smiles widely, swinging his legs on the dresser like a damn child, "You're not the first who came here for me, and I always need to secure my end of the bargain. I took my shot of freedom with you two after seeing how desperate you are, usually I just ask for money," And he hops off the desk, approaching the two with arms crossed, "Now that we have that settled, know how serious I am about this too. Everything in that camera automatically saves to a hard drive with copies. I will always have a copy. So, when shall we proceed?"

He's clever, all too fucking clever.

And Jungkook fucking loves that.

Someone who can get under Yoongi's skin like that is perfect, and even though Karma is on his second to murder him, he thinks the same way as well.

The man knew how to play the cards, all too well. It's sad how it took mostly all his life being taken away in order to be like this.

So Jungkook extends out a hand, a small smirk on his lips with Karma fighting the evil glint behind his eyes, "We have a deal, Park Jimin."

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A/N:
Jimin coming through with the backups yess!!!

This was a pretty intense smut. I did have to do a few edits and remove a few.... Explicit details, but I hope this still delivered well!

I PURPLE YOU! <333