"Are you a fucking idiot?"

"Do you want to die? I can just kill you right now-"

"Try me and I will dismember you to pieces!" Jungkook snarls through the mic, hiding himself in the damn closet of the large bathroom with the shower on in the background to mute his voice.

Jungkook expected to have a normal morning, wake up and take a shower so he can get ready for his long day ahead, until he suddenly got a call on his phone. He knew the second he saw the unknown number that it was going to be a certain 5'8 little boy who's been wanted by Karma's men like a damn lost dog.

Jungkook's not an idiot, he knows Karma has been searching for him to this day. He's just wasting energy by this point, his gem won't ever be found since he knows how to hide his tracks.

However, he might just find him with this damn call alone!

"Stop being so intense!" Yeosang groans in the background, "I just wanted to ask how you've been?"

Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose to try to calm down his aching headache, to which he probably should get that checked out, "My arm is okay, I'll survive. Listen kid I can't talk much-"

"I know, I just also wanted to give you some more entail," The kid said with a lot of ruffling noises through the other line.

Jungkook purses his lips and leans against the wall of the dark closet with eyes closed, "That is?"

"So when I went back to my initial stay, I figured out some things," Yeosang says lowly with a clearer throat, "Namjoon-hyung isn't to be trusted."

Jungkook's eyes sprawled open so big that they nearly fell out of its sockets, "Kid, what are you talking about? I've known Namjoon for years, he wouldn't betray me-"

"Well, he did," Yeosang mutters, "Look I cant tell you much because we are on a ticking clock right now, but just trust me when I tell you he isn't to be trusted. So I ran off somewhere else, and it's better if you didn't know where it is."

Jungkook runs a frustrated hand through his hair and his heart nearly dropped upon hearing a loud knock on the door to the bathroom.

"Jungkook! Hurry up! I need to shower!"

It's Jimin.

Jungkook relaxes slightly but still began to feel a bit panicked, "I trust your intuition gem, stay safe and protect yourself."

"Of course, I learned from you."

Jungkook suddenly smirks slowly, "Oh and by the way, the way you handled those men.... I'm impressed."

"That wasn't even my full potential, dad."

When they hanged up, Jungkook was just about to get out of the closet but it's suddenly yanked open.

Jungkook fucked squeaked.

Jimin stands there, in all his naked glory with a scowl on his face.

"Jimin-"

"Should I even ask why you're naked in the closet right now? You know jerking yourself off in the shower is much more convenient than a dark room?" Jimin grumbles annoyedly and turns around, "Let's go, Karma went to his meeting and if he comes back to see us both still not ready he'll literally snap our heads off."

Jungkook rolls his eyes and follows after Jimin and puts his phone on the counter, "Are we showering together?"

Jimin didn't say anything, only slides the glass door and steps on the pebbled floor with the rain like shower. Jungkook drops the towel and follows in suit after Jimin to the fogged glass and closes the door behind him. The space is pretty big to fit at least four people comfortably, so him and Jimin in here together is enough space.

When Jungkook turns his gaze to the man, he sees him rinsing his brunette hair, raking it away from his face. His skin is glistening as the gentle drops of water caresses down his silhouette. Jungkook had to tear his gaze away from the man and get slightly closer behind him, letting the water also rain down on him so the strands of the raven curtain of hair nearly covers his eyes.

Silently they cleaned themselves up separately, not turning to face each other once throughout this entire moment. The tension was there, it definitely was there, but they didn't act on it.

Well, not at first.

While Jungkook was in the midst easing the soap off his body, he pauses when he suddenly feels a palm on his abdomen. He snaps his head, eyes focused on Jimin small hand on his skin.

Jimin's back is still turned to him with his body now frozen as he feels Jungkook's skin beneath his wet fingertips.

The heat in the shower somehow increased, especially when Jungkook slowly clasps his wrist, slowly dragging Jimin's hand down his abs before removing it officially from his skin.

Jimin suddenly turns around, eyes dark as he shamelessly roams his eyes down to Jungkook's body before meeting his eyes once again. They didn't say anything, only let their eyes continue to stare into each other's eyes without another word. Then hesitantly Jimin raised his hand back up, placing his fingers on Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook had to close his eyes upon feeling the slow touch tracing his tattoos of cards, soft and almost dragging. He could feel Jimin slowly move around him until he's facing his back, tracing the specific phrase on his back.

"A doll huh?" Jimin murmurs, tenderly caressing the symbols, "Has a hidden meaning to it I assume."

Jungkook didn't say anything, only continues to let Jimin's fingers take in every detail of the tattoo, especially the scars hidden underneath.

"You're a little maze of cards..... A house of cards," Jimin whispers, slowly making his way back to face Jungkook, "Every card has a story, your own story. How fascinating.... You fascinate me."

Jungkook gulps thickly, especially when Jimin slowly clasps his jaw and starts to lean forward to his face. Instantly he places his hands on his wrists and squeezes it lightly.

"Jimin..... I-I can't-"

"Stop holding back," Jimin whispers, a slow pout on his lips, "Please."

Jungkook gnaws his bottom lip to the sudden plead, feeling his entire guard collapse all the way down just like how Jimin slowly started getting to his knees. His hands are shaking now by how that slow tempting demon is whispering to the back of his head to sin, just he watches Jimin lightly grip his hips and leans to his slight erected dick and slides his tongue against his slit.

His body jolted, scrunching his face up as he feels Jimin's warm breath against his sensitive skin and a low moan escapes his lips when Jimin began to press his plump lips against his cock in small pecks.

By now Jungkook's body burning.

Not only his body but his mind of any restraint he had in his consciousness to stop himself.

For a moment, he broke loose.

Roughly he grabs a fist full of Jimin hair, yanking him to his feet and pins him against the glass. It didn't take long before their lips found each other's once again in an aggressive kiss.

Hungrily or frustrated would be the best way to describe the tensitity that's rising in the space of the shower. A heated and vibrating intensity that has made Jungkook roam his large hands over Jimin's wet body, feeling every inch of his smooth skin on his side and the sensitive areas that would make him jerk a moan against his lips.

One of Jimin's hands messily tangles with Jungkook's hair while the other one finds his erection and pumps it to the base, forcing Jungkook's legs to fucking tremble as he moves his hips against the tight hand.

Jungkook completely presses his body against Jimin's, no space to even fucking move by that point and even Jungkook couldn't keep up kissing Jimin because of how fast his hand kept stroking him and pulsing twitches of pressure to the pit of the abdomen. His forehead presses against the glass, followed by a hand pressed on it too beside Jimin's head with a broken groan.

"Does that feel good?"

Pathetically Jungkook nods, biting on Jimin's shoulder to ease some of his tension but ended up only trailing his raw lips against his skin and let's it drag with delicate pecks.

"I want to feel better."

Suddenly Jungkook's hands move down Jimin's legs and hoist him around, wrapping them around his waist.

Jimin grunts and removes his hold of his dick as he presses his head back against the glass, giving Jungkook access to mark his neck, in which is already marked with Karma's own hickeys and he whimpers softly.

Especially when Jungkook reaches down to his own dick and rubs the tip against Jimin's anus, forcing a loud hum out of him in anticipation while Jungkook was driving himself fucking crazy by the wetness of Jimin's hole and the tightness that he could feel from the outside.

Just one slip.

One slip and he will-

"I prepped myself," Jimin moans quietly, making Jungkook's eyes dilate, "Don't hold back."

But..... Jungkook didn't move....

He.... Couldn't.

Those words.... Something about this words...

Jungkook slowly pull away to stare into Jimin's eyes, seeing him flicker his gaze to him now.

Seeing nothing but emptiness.

That familiar emptiness, not matter how aroused he is.

That's when Jungkook's conscious began to travel back to him.

He promised..

He promised not to hurt him.

He promised to keep him away from those things if it involves himself.

He promised that..... He won't take advantage, even if Jimin is giving him consent.

He still sees himself as a doll and not as a person.

Not as someone who has the right to cry.

The right to say no.

To feel more about things in life other than sex bring the only connection to feelings.

To be..... A human.

This is his journey to figure it out. His chance.

And Jungkook here reminding him of that past he's use to won't let him grow or see life for himself.

He can do whatever he wants with Karma, but with Jungkook...... The ravenette cares too much about not damaging more than he already is.

Especially from himself.

So Jungkook was about to let Jimin go but Jimin holds onto him tighter, a determined gleam in his eyes.

"I know you want me, I know you do," Jimin says firmly, eyes staring hard at Jungkook dull stare, "It's okay...... I'm okay with it."

Jungkook continue to doubt, feeling an odd sense of guilt in his chest, especially from seeing the hickeys on Jimin's neck that he made, "I don't want to be like them-"

"You're not," Jimin says, cupping Jungkook's cheeks softly, "What about I make a promise to you? I promise to only let you and Karma be the only ones to have sex with me. If it makes you feel so uncomfortable the thought of me with someone else, I won't sleep with anyone."

Jungkook gulps thickly and adverts his eyes to the ground, "We aren't in a relationship for you to do this for me. You must do it because you want to. I don't want you to think you're obligated to oblige to everything we do or say towards you."

"Jungkook listen," Jimin sighs, forcing Jungkook to face him again, "So far I've been the one going after you and Karma, not either of you, except for Karma a few times. Point is, you both respect me, and I see that, that's why I respect both of you. Trust me, I want this. I wouldn't do this if I didn't."

Jungkook grew more and more conflicted, wanting to rip his hair out by now. Being around Jimin never makes him think a solid thought properly. He doesn't want to take advantage of Jimin, he really doesn't, but he also just wants to fall for his temptations so badly. He wants to destroy his insides so viciously until he won't be able to sit or walk properly the next day.

After taking in a deep breath and centering his mind once again, he slowly leans in and softly presses his lips against Jimin's. The smaller instantly melted under Jungkook's hands on his hips, moving his own hands to run through his hair. Jungkook could clearly tell that Jimin wants to take this farther more with his hand traveling down his chest, but Jungkook only grabs his hand gently, trailing it back to his neck and he pulls away.

His glittering eyes studies Jimin's confused eyes, taking a deep breath, "Let's just kiss.... Okay?"

Jimin remains silent, taking in Jungkook's tender gaze, feeling even more confused by the ravenette. Any man would've taken this opportunity without hesitation, fucked Jimin senselessly against the glass just to hear his screams echo the small space. Jungkook mentioned that this has to do with Jimin's perspective on himself but why would he care about how Jimin sees himself? It's not like he's narcissistic about himself, but he doesn't hate himself either. He has grown to just.... Not feel anything negative.... To just not feel at all in general, positive or negative.

However being rejected by Jungkook yet again just kept making him think that he perhaps...... Just isn't good enough for him. Too disturbing for Jungkook's taste. It's not like he wants the man to fall in love with him, but he wants to be fucked by him.

That's the problem with Jimin.

He has connected sex with want.

If someone wants to have sex with him, they want him.

He's desirable.

And it further makes him feel numb, that at the end of the day as long as they want his body then that's okay.

He's still wanted somewhere.

His reputation and identity will always haunt him, as a whore, of course it will if he's acting like this.

And one thing Jimin isn't is a beggar. He won't ever beg for a male's attention, ever again.

So if Jungkook doesn't want anything to do with him in a sexual way, so be it. He's here for a fun time, not a long time, even though this little mission is far more than just entertainment. Being like this is all he knows, what he's good at besides how to use a gun and knives.

If Jungkook highly believes there's more to Jimin, he's wrong. Jimin is as black and white as it gets, yes or no. He's no idiot, he can take a hint for sure.

So Jimin only presses one last peck against Jungkook's lips and slides his legs off him, pressing a hand against his chest to guide him back, "We should wrap this up, can't have Karma come back and see us not ready, right?"

He looks okay, well that's what Jungkook sees through his eyes. However after years of working in the FBI, being in a gang, and studying psychology, he knows how to read people.

Far too well.

Before Jungkook could be able to glimpse at the unease storm behind Jimin's eyes, the male turns around and rinses his face with the water before Jungkook could even say anything to him.

The perfect disguise for his tears sliding down his cheeks.

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A/N:
Okay so this wasn't the chapter I was rambling about thinking that was coming next but wow, this was pretty intense!

So for Jimin's perspective on this, I want you guys to understand that he's just not use to someone being very..... Careful with him. Jungkook putting distance in his perspective just shows that he doesn't want any relation with him, even after their conversation. In the world that Jimin was forced in, he doesn't really understand that.

He was molded as a child to be a certain way, to expect certain reactions and that's just the aftermath of it. He's just a kid who never got the proper care or attention he deserves.

I hope this clears up a little his attitude.

I PURPLE YOU! <33