It's always been you, Oh I got everything to loose

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He smirked at her. "Such a good girl, with such sweet nectar," he said, his voice tinged with satisfaction. Her drowsy eyes widened, her mouth open like a fish as she breathed heavily, cheeks flushed with redness. She watched him lick off her cum from his fingers like it was some sort of sweet treat.

"Th...that's dirty," she whispered huskily, her voice barely audible as she watched him with wide eyes. Jungkook chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Dirty?" he repeated, his voice low and seductive. "You have no idea how much I love your taste, my love."

He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I could do this all day," he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. "Making you feel good, tasting every part of you."

He stepped back when he heard the elevator ding, signaling someone had come up. The dining table wasn't visible from the elevator. Jungkook smirked at Moon and peeked to see who had arrived. His face paled upon seeing the person stepping out of the elevator behind him: a tense Jimin walking in.

"Fuck, no," he muttered, turning toward her. "Moon, please go back to your room and lock the door. Do it now."

He pulled her down and pushed her to walk quickly, but the recent orgasm had left her legs shaky. She made a quick, unsteady run, spurred on by Jungkook's panicked voice.

Once he saw her reach her room, he rushed to the dining table, grabbed her plate, and ran to the sink to stash it. Taking a deep breath, he composed himself and walked toward the living room, where his father was talking to someone on the phone. A bit of distance away, Jimin stood, sweating nervously.

Jimin's eyes silently asked if Moon was inside, and Jungkook responded with a quick nod and an urgent look that conveyed, "Yes, she is, but what the hell is Father doing here?" Jungkook gestured with his eyes to Jimin, who struggled to respond, his nervousness evident.

"So, where was I? Ah, yes! Jimin, son, why are you here at this hour? It's your duty time, right?" Mr. Jeon asked, his phone call finished. Jimin, sweating and nervous, forced a smile. Lying to the mafia king was like standing on the edge of a blade.

"Actually, I was on night duty and I was kind of nearby, so I thought I'd crash at Jungkook's," Jimin said, trying to sound casual. Mr. Jeon seemed convinced for a moment, then his sharp eyes turned to Jungkook, who was also sweating and tense.

"And you, Jungkook? Why are you sweating? Is something wrong?" Mr. Jeon's voice carried an edge of suspicion, causing both friends to tense up even more.

"Huh?"

"I asked why you're sweating, Jungkook. Is something wrong?" Mr. Jeon's voice was sharp and suspicious, making Jungkook's heart race even faster.

Jungkook forced a smile, trying to appear calm. "Oh, nothing, father. I was just working out a bit before you arrived. Didn't expect a visit."

"I had to come around because I heard the chef who was appointed here is dead, by someone unknown. I'm pretty sure it's the Kims; they never leave a chance for it!" Mr. Jeon roared. "Those bastards... their daughter, if I got her, I'm gonna make them beg at my feet."

******

After Mr. Jeon left, saying he had more places to check, Jungkook snapped at Jimin, "You could have dropped me a call or message about him! What if he saw her?"

Jimin, still pale from the encounter, sighed. "I tried, but he was already here by the time I found out. I had no time."

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "We can't take risks like this, Jimin. If he found out about Moon, it could ruin everything." "How the hell did he find out about the murder?" Jungkook asked.

Jimin shrugged, equally perplexed. "I don't know. Maybe one of the guards leaked it, or maybe the Kims have a spy in our ranks. Either way, it's a problem."

Jungkook paced back and forth, his frustration mounting. "We need to find out who it is and shut them down. I can't have anyone jeopardizing Moon's safety. But We can't keep her here much longer." The mere mention of the Kims had brought the danger to their doorstep, and now they were all sitting ducks, waiting for the next move.

Jimin nodded. "We need to get her out of here," He said, his eyes never leaving Jungkook's. "Find somewhere safe, somewhere he won't think to look and I'll start investigating right away. We need to plug this leak before it gets worse." He paused, then asked, "How is she now?"

Jungkook sighed and sat on the couch. "She told me everything in detail."

"That's good," Jimin said reassuringly. "Talking about it can help her avoid trauma."

Jungkook nodded slowly, his brow furrowing with concern as he continued staring at the floor, lost in thought. "But his sudden arrival here unannounced... I think he's doubting me, or there's something more."

Jimin perked up, suggesting eagerly, "Hey, what about we call Hyung? I can help you get out of Seoul to Daegu. Hyung has his place there."

Jungkook sighed heavily, skepticism evident in his voice. "Are you serious? Yoongi will never agree to it."

Jimin waved a hand dismissively, a sassy grin crossing his face. "Oh, come on, it's not like we haven't helped him with his company before."

"Okay, I'll contact him," Jungkook muttered, standing up. "I need to check on Moon."

Jimin nodded understandingly and walked out.

********

Jungkook knocked on Moon's door, and soon it swung open. He found her standing there, freshly showered, wet hair clinging to her pale skin.

"What happened?" she asked, looking scared. Whereas Jungkook was gawking at her in pure daze. 

"Hey!"  Jungkook blinked, snapping out of his daze as he realized Moon's distress. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, concern etched in his voice. She nodded hesitantly and asked, "Who came?"

Jungkook shook his head. "Nobody important. It's just my father dropping by."

Moon blinked, looking down. "Oh."

"Moon," he called softly, "pack some of your clothes."

She looked at him in confusion. "Are you letting me go?" she asked hopefully, but his eyes darkened at her words. Jungkook stepped closer, his gaze intense. "No," he said firmly, his voice low and possessive. "We're leaving together. It's not safe here anymore."