There is a bridge connecting heaven and earth.

It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge is a land of meadows, hills, and valleys with lush green grass.

When a beloved pet or person dies, they go to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. The old and frail are young again. Those who were maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other.

There is only one thing missing. They are not with the special person who loved them on earth. So each day they search until the day comes when everything turns dark for a moment and the light fills around the bridge. The humans' noses twitch. The dogs' ears perk up. Everything remains the same except in the new light, the loved ones appear out of nowhere.

And when you and your special one meet, you take them in your arms and kiss their face again and again and again and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet. 

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated again. Eternity starts then.

Jungkook believed that he would get to meet his late best friend and a pet on the Rainbow Bridge again. He had lost his pet when he was five.

At the age of twenty, his friend left him two weeks ago, a few hours before his eighteenth birthday. 

He was walking, the darkness around him was giving him a sense of safety of not being watched. The last two weeks had been overwhelming, with his family checking up on him in the middle of the night, with his friends not leaving his side to make sure that he wouldn't do anything drastic. He felt a sense of privacy enveloping him in the form of black as he strolled down the rocky and slanted pavement leading up to a temple. 

He had worn his cotton co-ords, the color white calming him as his thoughts stilled to a distant memory of him and Taehyung playing in the fields behind their school when he heard something.

His legs halted, and his neck craned as he quickly examined his surrounding. It sounded like something was breathing. From the sound, he could sense that it ought to be an animal, a big one. "Is someone there?" He called, his voice steady, his fists tight. 

When no one answered, he lurked ahead, his speed increasing. He started regretting not going with his family in their car and taking up this lonely route. The little light from the street wasn't doing much to help his situation. 

For the rest of the way, he kept his head low and kept striding. His mother used to tell him stories about an evil spirit that wandered in the wilderness. She would tell him that the spirit often took the shape of a woman or a wounded animal. If any man or woman stopped to help it, it would possess them until they killed themselves. 

Jungkook loved listening to those stories. He liked being afraid. It made him think of ways to preserve himself if he ever encountered a situation like that. He would silently spend hours scheming, his imagination would run wild. In the end, he would fall asleep, exhausted.

Now he realized that there wasn't much he could do if he was attacked, but by now, he was used to the feeling called fear.

He didn't panic and continued to walk fast. When his eyes fell on the rust-colored grandiose walls of the temple, a victorious smile bloomed on his face. Temples were sacred. Everyone knew that. No evil ever came close to it.

The temple was big with four worshiping rooms in each direction in the right wing. The center hall was colossal, separating the sanctuary situated on the left wing, which was a two-story affair with numerous rooms.

A few caretakers and monks took their permanent residence inside. The place was also open to anyone traveling from a different city. The administration offered a free quarter for vagrants to stay and economical meals three times a day. It also offered locals a place to dwell in. 

After finishing the formalities like submitting the cell phone outside and taking off his shoes, Jungkook began to walk towards his room where he planned to stay for the next week. His parents were among the many locals who contributed to the maintenance of the temple on an annual basis, and they were planning to set up an electricity connection in the coming week.

As Jungkook was now an adult, he offered to help. He needed a distraction, and what better than working for a good cause? He looked around to find his parents, but his feet stopped when he found a man standing ahead of him.

He wasn't looking at Jungkook, but his frame was facing the young adult. Jungkook should have gotten inside his room, but instead, he wanted to take a closer look at him. 

The cold floor under his feet was hard, creating a slow thump as he strode toward the man. With every step in his direction, he could see him better. He wore a black blazer over the rust-colored shirt. He had black pants. His bare feet were planted on the ground. Jungkook's brows were pinched in an attempt to make out his face, which was hard to do in the limited glow from the lanterns. He stopped three feet away from the man, his chest rising and falling as if he had been running.

"Hi," the man spoke and the voice felt like warm honey on the boy's ears. 

"Hi," Jungkook found himself responding. 

"Come closer." The man asked softly. 

Jungkook's feet as if moved on their own. All he wanted was to take a look at his face. He stopped right in front of the man, their breaths heavy and audible. "Are you staying for the night?" The man asked. 

Jungkook nodded mutely and saw the man's face when he lifted it. His breath was knocked out of his lungs. The man in black was beyond beautiful. There was a stillness about him that called to Jungkook.

Hypnotizing. 

If Jungkook had to describe how he felt after his eyes met with the man, it would be hypnotizing. Jungkook couldn't look away from his eyes. There was pain behind them, there was gluttony and sin behind them, and there was longing. 

Jungkook gulped, his hand raising to touch the man's face, but the older stepped back. 

It annoyed Jungkook to no extent, but he didn't quit. He stepped closer to him, wanting to attempt again. "Do you want me to touch you?" The man chuckled slowly, halting Jungkook for a moment.

The 18-year-old breathed and nodded again, his body felt like it was heavy, like he was falling asleep. 

The man smiled, setting fireworks inside Jungkook. Slowly, his hand reached forward and wrapped around the boy's wrist. The skin-to-skin contact was seared hot. Jungkook looked up in shock as if to explain that he never felt anything like this before. The warmth had an undertone of cold. When the hand loosened its grip and the fingers trailed up his white cotton sleeve, the electricity zapped through Jungkook's entire body and he shivered. 

He had felt orgasmic pleasure with his own hands a few times before. It was a sweet pleasure, leaving him shaking and gasping for more, but this, this was much more fierce. It was the build-up before the burst. He shook so hard that he would be embarrassed if he was thinking straight. 

When the warm palm pressed against his chest, Jungkook's pupils dilated and before he could double over, his feet losing strength, knees buckling under, he found himself being held. There weren't fireworks, no. There were explosions. Dangerous and murky. He craved more.

A moan escaped him, his lashes closing as his eyes started hooding. The man's lips came closer to his ear and he whispered. "What's your name?"

"Mm... Jungkook," the boy answered, tucking his lips between his teeth. His belly began to pool with heat and he wanted the build-up to stop. His eyes were tearing and his skin was alive. He couldn't take it anymore. 

"Do you want to come with me?" The man asked. 

Jungkook answered by gripping his blazer, pushing himself farther into the stranger. 

"That's good, darling." The man swept him up and turned towards a room. 

Jungkook had to fight hard to speak. It took him great strength. "Who are you and what are you doing to me?" His voice came out weak and breathy as he was being carried towards the bed. 

"I am Jimin," the man answered, gently putting him down. Even when the direct contact was lost, Jungkook could feel the after currents, his chin trembling. "And I just showed you a slight speck of my feelings."

"I want more," Jungkook was speaking before he could think. In the rational part of his mind, he knew that he was in trouble, that whoever this man was, would ruin him, but the wish for getting consumed by that feeling again was far stronger than anything sane. 

"Are you sure?" The man sat down beside him, his lips slightly upward in a soft smile. 

"Yes," Jungkook wanted to touch Jimin, but his strength ceased to exist. 

Jimin laughed. "Then you have to promise me that whatever happens inside this room...will stay inside this room."

"I promise," Jungkook said quickly.

Jimin stood up, licked his lips, and exhaled heavily. Before Jungkook knew it, he was feeling like himself again, an empty feeling replacing his earlier surge. All he wanted was the feeling of being high again like a new addict.

There wasn't much inside these rooms except a bed, a small wardrobe, a chair, and a table. Jimin walked towards the window and looked down at the table. "I must warn you that if you fail to hold good to your promise, bad things will happen. To you and everyone around you."

"I promise," Jungkook definitely knew this time that he shouldn't consent. He was in a sense, but after getting the taste of pleasure not known to him, he wanted more than he could take. "Please..."