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Oh no!

His n*pples stood at tension, erected, poking the inner top he wore as goosebumps covered his skin, spreading through the layer like fire.

Jimin felt his throat drying up rapidly as his fingers threaded the locks of Jungkooks' hair.

This is the first time all his life. First time he'd be getting any part of his body exposed to the same sex. Not even his bestfriend, Seokjin has seen him naked.

Ok fine...he saw his ass in the bathroom, but that was because this crazy guy barged in, but right now he's in his trap.

In his arms.

In the pool with him.

Just the two of them, and he's not fighting it.

Jimin could feel the hard bang of his own heart against the ribcage as their eyes locked, and he gasped sharply when Jungkook touched his cleave, caressing and tracing invisible lines on the skin with his thumb.

The touch felt new and raw and so good that Jimin pushed further into him before he knew it, and Jungkook lips twitched, seeing the response.

"You haven't been touched before?" His voice came gravelly, and Jimin swallowed, shaking his head.

"Words" he squinted.

"N...no" Jimin stuttered, his hold on his hair getting tighter as he pulled down his singlet straps, and they fell in the water.

Drip.

Drip.

The sound of the dropping water on their skins filled the place.

Jungkook pulled down his singlet to his waist, and the moment his tit touched the warmness of his palm, Jimin couldn't stop the sweet moan.

He shivered in his arms as he pinched his nipple harshly.

Pleasure mixed with pains, and insane heat pooled in his pant.

What's he doing to him??

"Ohh..hh" Jimin moaned gently, and he pinched again, leaving deep red marks on his nipples.

MARKS.

He couldn't hold back the sounds of pleasure, they sneaked out of his throat and cracked on his face like fireworks.

He's shattering, unable to look away from Jungkook eyes as he tortured his nipples.

He looks like a devil straight from hell, custom-made to ruin and break him.

Jungkook was studying his facial expressions as he panted slowly, and it's priceless.

Jimin looks so fucking pretty while moaning.

So damn beautiful.

And it's a turn on.

And his scent....he smells like numerous freshly picked tropical fruits.

Damnit, he almost came in his shorts.

If he doesn't stop anytime soon, he might actually sink himself into him and take him till he bleeds and his blood colours the water.

No matter how beautiful that sounds, he had to restrain himself, not yet.

He slowly let go of his nipples, and the moment he did, Jimin exhaled, unable to close his mouth.

"Go back" he told him, and Jimin pulled his singlet up then drew his top down, covering up.

"Did i do something wrong?" Jimin asked.

"Get out" he replied harshly, and Jimin immediately felt used.

He felt like crying, hurtfully trapping his bottom lip between his teeth as he walked out of the pool.

Water was dripping out of his shorts as he made his exit, and when he was finally out completely, Jungkook sighed, picking out his fallen singlet straps from the water.

His phone dinged where he kept it at the poolside, and he went there to see Hyunjin's text.

Hyunjin: We should meet soon... I'll send the location.

"Sounds like a plan" he muttered blankly, typing a reply.

Jung-Kookie: Cool,. Don't wear anything under your pants. I want you naked underneath.

Hyunjin: Deal...I can't wait.

He dropped the phone afterwards, then he looked at Jimin's singlet straps on his palm, remembering the look on his face earlier when he sent him out.

It's hurt mixed with disappointment.

Is he that fragile to actually torture emotionally?

Interesting.

"Mate!" Namjoon rushed in with Rosé and Hoseok.

"What did you do to the maid's son?" Hoseok asked.

"We saw him running out of this mansion on our way here. You didn't try anything funny, right? I won't allow you to prey on him like you do to others, he's too small for you" Rosé said.

"It's not that bad though. C'mon I want some drama!" Namjoon faked a cough.

Everyone stayed silent, just staring at him.

"You dunno what I mean? Like what happens when the son of the house impregnates the maid's child. It'd make a good novel, dawgs!" Namjoon continued.

"No I'm fucking serious, Joon" Rosé deadpanned.

"Ok, mama bear is serious on this one. Do you actually like him this much?" Namjoon giggled.

"I support Rosé...he looks too... fragile for you, Kook" Hoseok talked, jumping into the pool.

"Did y'all take me serious? I was joking! Of course I don't support Kook playing with him too! Newsflash! I like his mother's food so I won't allow her son to cry" Namjoon declared, jumping into the pool.

"I get to decide what I do to him myself" Jungkook replied curtly, stepping out of the pool.

His legs are so straight in the black tight swim pants, and his huge meat is bulging as he started walking towards the exit.

"I'm serious" Rosé blocked him."Look for your regular bitches, not him"

"That's up to me, girl" he replied stonily, and she sighed, crossing her arms on her chest as they started a staring competition.

"Kook, c'mon" she broke the eye contact first, and he smiled his usual sadistic smile.

He hasn't replied when their phones buzzed at once. All four of them.

They checked to see an inbox from a number saved as Lord Kim, and they exchanged glaces.

"Ok...next gathering is on Saturday. We should start preparing" Rosé said.

"Choose a car for the journey, Namjoon said Hoseok should get it ready" Jungkook ordered, stepping out of the place.

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ANNEX*

Jimin sat in bed, quilt piled over him with his phone in hand__his new phone.

He decided to start using the phone Taehyung got him because it's obvious he'd never take it back except if he throws it out.

He's currently playing a game, but he kept losing because his eyes are only on the phone, his mind isn't there.

It's filled with vivid pictures of what Jungkook did to him at the pool some minutes ago, and the more he thinks about it, the more used he felt.

How he told him to GET OUT after touching him like that, and his tone.

Nothing good comes from suckers like him, but still...He has no right to treat him that way.

He bit the flesh on his bottom lip again...to hold back his tears.

He cocooned himself more deeply into the sheets, and he was about to give up on the game when Seokjin's text came in.

Seokjin: Cheeks! You need to visit IG right now! Jungkook just uploaded a picture and it's to die for!

Jimin was undecided at first, but curiousness made him ask Seokjin for his IG handle.

Immediately he got it as Jung-Kookie, he found him easily.

Landing on his page felt like landing in another world totally.

He uploads pictures of himself almost every hour, and only that made it clear that he's a full-time narcissist.

Fun fact __ he's madly handsome.

The picture he posted just now was snapped in the pool, and he's holding two singlet straps, colour green!

Fuck!

Those are his for sure, what the...

He sat up in bed to read the caption__INTERESTING NIGHT.

Interesting? That bastard!

He clicked on the comments section which clocked 7 thousand already, and what he saw almost made him puke.

People are literally auctioning themselves for sex, posting their faceless nudes for him to see, and some wishing it's their singlet straps he's holding.

Pu$$y, boobs, tits and ass holes pictures filled his screen.

It's so vulgar that he had to leave there and go back to the pictures.

He wears the same sadistic smile in all his pictures, only the wise will know the smile is all fake.

He's in every picture, and Hoseok seems like the introvert of the group because he's always getting dragged in by Namjoon.

Rosé is always beside Jungkook.

Jimin saved some of her pictures immediately.

"Baby" Jennie came in, and he dropped the phone quickly.

"You don't have to worry about Jungkook anymore, I took care of it" she said.

"How?"

"I just...did it ..." she replied, and Jennie sat beside him in bed.

"Why didn't you tell me about the upcoming audition?" She asked, and he blinked.

"How did you find out?"

"Seokjin told me you silly boy! Are you afraid that we'll go broke if I give you the money for your audition outfit?" Jennie held his face.

"I'm seriously fine with not going " he insisted.

"No you'll attend the audition. I know how hard you love to be an idol, can't ruin your dream baby" Jennie smiled.

"Mum...

"I'll give you some money to go get the outfit tomorrow, ok?" Jennie assured, and Jimin hugged her with a big smile.

"Thanks, mum"

If only his father is here...will things change???

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MAIN MANSION*

Rosé got hungry even after the plenty dinner she had, so she decided to come for more.

She was about to push the door open when she heard talks from inside.

Seems like Haeyung and Lisa are discussing, and it's about Jungkook.

"Jessi is not getting better at the psycho ward. She tried to jump down the balcony today" Lisa said.

"I stopped worrying about her since long ago, Lisa. She's the architect of everything happening to her right now so I see no reason to feel pity" Haeyung replied straight.

"But Jungkook needs her to heal since she caused his emotional wounds" Lisa said.

"Can you hear yourself Lisa? You know him the best in this house so you should understand that he's only waiting for her to get better so he'd kill her by himself, and I won't stop him" Haeyung replied and stood.

"Haeyung!" Lisa called, rushing after him as he went upstairs.

Rosé sighed and opened the door afterwards.

She went straight to the kitchen and dished out some pasta from the leftovers, and she was about to get chicken when someone blew air on her neck from behind.

"Fuck!" She jumped, turning swiftly to grab the person's face violently.

Survival instincts.

"Ahhh!!!" Yoongi's scream made her quickly let go, and her eyes widened when she saw her fingerprints on his face already.

"I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you!"

"Damn! I almost lost my face " he whined.

"I'll get ice pack for it" Rosé quickly rushed to the freezer and got one, coming back to start pressing his face with it.

"I'm cute, aren't I?" He said.

"I've always known you're a narcissist like your brother" she laughed.

"Nah, I'm different from Jungkook. At least, I'm not breaking hearts for trophies " he replied.

"You do know he's doing everything to heal, yeah?" She said.

"But there are other ways to heal, and what he's doing is not helping at all, but he doesn't listen to anyone" he replied, and she smiled.

"How old are you?"

"Jungkook is three years older than me" he replied.

"You're 17?"

"Yeah, will be in college next year, but I'm attending Harvard" he replied proudly, and she smiled again, dropping the ice pack.

"Good for you, Yoongi" she said, taking her plate of pasta.

"Goodnight, and thanks " he said.

She replied with a wink before stepping out, and he chuckled, taking the ice pack for disposal.

*

NEXT DAY, A CLOTHING STORE*

"I can't believe I'll actually be attending the audition tomorrow! I definitely can't wait to see Hyunjin in person" Jimin gushed, coming out of the store with Seokjin and the bag containing his new purchase.

"I can bet it with anyone that we're the two who'll get chosen tomorrow" Seokjin replied happily, and Jimin smiled largely, but his smile cleared off when he remembered what happened with Jungkook in the pool yesterday.

He hasn't seen him since then.

His friends came for breakfast in the main mansion this morning, but he wasn't with them.

They said he wasn't interested in breakfast, and that made him bite into his tongue.

Is it right to ghost him after the intimacy?

Or is he the easy one for allowing it???

"Are you ok?" Seokjin's voice brought him back, and he blinked twice.

"Huh? Of course!" He covered up with a smile.

"Let's get ice cream! Right there!" Seokjin pulled him to the other side of the road where they got their favorite ice cream flavours in waffle cones.

They were about to cross back when Taehyung's car stopped beside them, making them halt.

"Taehyung!" Seokjin beamed.

"It's been a while, SeokJean" he smiled.

"It's Seokjin, just Jin! How many times do I tell you?" He pouted, and he grinned, facing Jimin who's eating his ice cream slowly.

Taehyung smiled when he saw the new phone with him.

"You guys wanna go out for lunch?" He asked.

"No!" Jimin quickly replied.

"Yes!" Seokjin nodded.

"What are you saying? He has a boyfriend and I don't wanna get in trouble" Jimin whispered.

"Not like you're dating him. He's just a friend and he offered it himself. Grow up Jimin, stop being a baby!" Seokjin retorted.

"Ready?" Taehyung asked, opening his car door.

Jimin looked him in the eye, and he pulled him to the car.

"C'mon... just an hour " he said.

Jimin entered the car with a grunt, and Seokjin rushed in with him.

Taehyung bit his lip before settling on the driver's seat.

Yongbok's text dinged on his phone almost immediately.

Yongbok: We need to talk, like now!

He ignored it and dropped the phone.

They haven't talked since he did what he did, and now he wants to meet?

He has taken enough of his bossiness... he's not a pushover.

*

NEXT DAY, PARALLEL PREMIER*

Jungkook entered the dinner house at exactly 6pm.

He was supposed to meet Hyunjin by 5:30, but he knowingly came 30 minutes late because he suspected a foul play, and now it's looking real because he's not on seat yet.

He settled on a couch, retrieving his phone to give him a call, but throughout the five rings, he didn't pick.

He gritted his jaws, clicking on texts.

He typed him a message...

Jung-Kookie: Is this some kinda game? It's sick, and I'm losing interest.

Hyunjin read it and didn't reply, and he almost smashed his phone, but he kept his cool.

He turned off his screen, rubbing his tattooed neck for a minute before rubbing his lips slowly.

Hyunjin's knowingly playing with him, and he'd be stupid if he thinks he's a pro-gamer like himself.

He shifted his attention to the chandelier hanging up, and the bright light made his eyes dim.

He picked a bottle of vodka from the table and threw it at the chandelier, shattering it across the room.

Four staffs rushed in almost immediately.

"Are you ok master?"

"Are you ok?"

"Is everything alright?"

Several questions were thrown at him, but he answered none.

"Add the chandelier bill to my tab" he said, stepping out of the house.

That little dim reminded him of Jimin, and he hates it.

He has been locking out his thoughts since yesterday and has been avoiding his sight because if he sees him, he'd actually do what Rosé hates.

Not that he cares, but their friendship is golden to him, and he won't let a maid's son ruin it.

He entered his car, and he immediately got a text from Namjoon.

Joon: Tonight is the audition for Hyunjin's band. I think he knowingly told you to come just to play you. *Laughing emoji*

Jungkook's palm tightened on the phone.

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K-IDOL STUDIO*

There are 50 boys who got picked for the audition, and the building is bubbling with the sound of music and the feel of dance.

The participants filled the hall, and they all have their entry numbers attached to their chests.

Jimin is number 40, and he's already fidgeting, blowing air out of his mouth to calm himself as he awaited his turn.

Jennie wanted to follow him, but he declined, so he came with Seokjin who's number 42.

His knitted white crop top covered with a green leather jacket and a green leather pant reaching just to his thighs stood out of all the outfits he has been seeing because of the bright green colour, and he started hoping it's not too tacky.

"You didn't forget your lines, right?" Seokjin asked after returning from the restroom for the uptenth time.

"I didn't, you're sweating" Jimin replied, fanning him with his fingers.

Inside the hall, there are six members of the team, then Hyunjin and Wooyoung are in front of them as the main judges.

Hyunjin was smiling as he stared at his phone screen, reading Jungkook's texts and imagining how disappointed he must be feeling.

He almost laughed out loud.

"Focus, Hyunjin" Wooyoung cautioned beside him, and he rolled eyes before dropping his phone.

Immediately he concentrated back on the stage, Jimin came in.

A spotlight came on, circling him completely as the tune of the song he registered started playing.

He followed the beat with his mind, and Hyunjin smirked proudly.

Tacky.

He was about to return to his phone when Jimin began singing, his ordinary voice seeping through the room.

His phone almost fell from him as he snapped his attention back to the stage.

How could he sound exactly like late Erik?

How could...

Jimin started dancing enthusiastically too, smiling and cheering himself up in the middle of the spotlight.

His high notes came out perfectly, and Hyunjin's bones almost cracked.

He looked at Wooyoung and saw him smiling already, obviously enthralled by Jimin.

The team at the back are already cheering him up, and that boosted Jimin's energy.

He went on a even higher note which angered Hyunjin so much.

He was unaware of when he threw his phone at the stage.

The phone hit Jimin on the forehead, and wounded him right there.

Blood trickled out, and Jimin fell on his butt, holding the head in shock.

"Hyunjin are you crazy?" Wooyoung spranged up with the team.

Everyone ran to the stage to help Jimin up...

"I changed my mind, we're only taking in one member, and it can never be him! Look at his eyes, he uses medical lenses, meaning he's partially blind without them, and his perfume smells like charcoal, I can smell it from here! He needs to leave!" Hyunjin barked, rushing to the stage too.

Wooyoung ran after him.

"Get out of here!" Hyunjin ordered Jimin who's currently surrounded by the team.

GET OUT, again?

Why does everyone keep saying that to him?

Is he ugly or unappealing or what???

To think that he likes Hyunjin the most, and he's treating him this way when he did nothing wrong.

Tears stung his eyes, and hid blood stained his face.

"You're not fit to be in the band! Leave!" Hyunjin shouted bitterly again.

"Stop this shit, Hyunjin! He's joining in!" Wooyoung replied.

"Not here!" Hyunjin stepped forward and pushed Jimin.

He fell back, but it's not on the ground.

He fell into waiting arms, and the spicy scent made him gasp, his stomach did the flip as he looked up to see Jungkook's blank face.

What's... what's he doing here???

"Jungkook?" Hyunjin sounded, looking shocked too.

Jungkook remained frank, and Hyunjin smiled.

"Did you come for me because you were tired of waiting at the location?" He said and started coming closer, but his movement paused when he got his phone from his pocket.

He flung the phone forward, and eyes widened when the phone flew straight to Hyunjin.

It got his right eye, and he staggered back, falling on the ground as that eye went blind temporarily.

"Fuck it!!! Hyunjin!!! Hyunjin!!!!" He cried out, and his second eye closed automatically.

Darkness took over, and water filled his face from the underlids.

Jimin couldn't believe his eyes as the team started trying to help Hyunjin up, but he couldn't even stand.

"Jungkook how dare you!!! You're screwed!!! Do you know who my father is?!!" He cried again.

Jungkook smirked.

"No I don't. Your mother didn't tell you?"

"What!" He gasped.

"And he doesn't smell like charcoal, it's tropical fruits, fucking numerous fruits from the lush greenery of the tropical forest!" He snapped, and Jimin's eyes widened.

He grabbed his small wrist and took him out with him.

Jimin smiled widely, feeling euphoric. 'You came for me, again'

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TBC.