This chapter contains multiple POVs that includes other characters andends with cough cough Jikook smut. It's 5k long. Enjoy!

Smut ahead

***

Jungkook was useless and still is. If it wasn't for the fucking paternity test that stated he was the father, Jungwoo wouldn't have believed he had birthed to a walking shame in Jeon lineage. As he watched, the young boy mingled with the crowd he wondered what had gone wrong.

Jeon men were known for their pride. They had a stellar reputation for generations and the public had always looked up to them. Then there was Jeon Jungkook who was unworthy of the family name—weak, pathetic, emotional, sensitive and not everything a Jeon man was.

It was a mistake to leave him with his mother. Jungwoo had brought Jungkook to Seoul in hopes of toughening him up. The boarding school in Busan didn't do the trick, so he had moved Jungkook to a normal school in Seoul with rough football jocks. He was even happy when Jungkook joined the sports team, the only thing the boy was good at. However, it never went with his plans.

He nodded absent-mindedly to something one of the shareholders said, his gaze finding Jimin again. Park fucking Jimin. Why can't he stay dead? Out of all the men in the world, his son had to fall for this tough sonofabitch. Hatred pooled in his chest and bile rose to his throat at the mere sight of his son's personal manager. It all started with him.

"What is that you couldn't tell me over the phone and that demands my presence?" Jungwoo glared at Ahn Heesung as he crossed his legs. They were at his office late at night.

Ahn Heesung, his secret right-hand man who did all the dirty jobs for him along with Lee Hyun pushed his phone wordlessly toward him. "See for yourself."

Jungwoo uninterestedly took the phone only to freeze when he saw the compromising photos and videos. His son, the only heir to the Jeon empire he protected so carefully was kissing another man. Nausea churned his stomach as he threw the phone on the table.

Heesung pocketed his phone and clasped his hand in front of him. "Name is Park Jimin, age 21, goes to Seoul University and does two part-time jobs. They live together."

Jungwoo slammed his fist on the table with a growl. His fury didn't stop there. He shoved his laptop, monitor, the paperwork, and everything on his desk to the floor.

"That fucking sonofabitch! He brings nothing but shame to the family."

His chest wheezed. If the word ever got out that would end everything. The world slipped under his feet.

"Kill him. Kill that bastard."Park Jimin must die. He will never let anyone ruin Jeon's family reputation.

Heesung stiffened his unwavering gaze carefully regarding him. "Jungwoo-ssi, if I may suggest...killing your son's lover will not solve anything."

"What the fuck do you mean?" Jungwoo slammed his fists on the table again, ignoring the pain exploding on his palm.

Heesung flinched. "Jungkook-ssi will move on with time to some other man. I've seen enough to know how deep they are. You must handle this carefully."

Jungwoo straightened at that. Stupid fucking love. But Heesung's smug look said he already had something in mind. "What do you have in mind?"

"My plan requires patience. It will take some time and you can't do something reckless."

"Explain." Jungwoo's patience was thinning, but he had Heesung for a reason. The Chairman of Jeon Corporation had a reputation to behold and couldn't get his hands dirty.

"Love is blind and powerful, Jungwoo-ssi. If you want to win this game, you must destroy their love first."

Jungwoo cocked his head to the side. Destroy, yes. "And how do I do that?"

"Leave them to me." Heesung bowed. "No one knows Jungkook-ssi. He can goof around as much as he wants as long as the world doesn't know of his identity as your son. That will give me enough time to destroy his fantasy bubble."

"Do what you must." Jungwoo opened his drawer, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, and popped one into his mouth. "You'll receive your rewards as usual."

"They look happy," Heesung's words pulled him out of his thoughts. "It's true that your nemesis lost his memory after the accident and started dating the nurse three years ago. Perhaps, we are worrying about nothing."

Jungwoo realized that the shareholders had left him alone at some point in time. He snorted. "If you think you know my son then you're a fool, Heesung," he hissed under his breath. "You said he will forget that bastard and move on." He turned his body fully to face his right-hand man. "But what happened, Heesung? He started drinking and pulling all that shit. I risked everything by handing him the business. It worked but he hasn't dated in six years and turns down every woman I send his way. What does that tell you?"

He thought the heartbreak would demotivate Jungkook to find love. It worked for a while only not in Jungwoo's favor.

"Jungkook-ssi is doing well in business..." Heesung trailed off.

Jungwoo let out a humorless chuckle. "And he hired that bastard right when I thought everything is going to be fine. They should have been enemies, but no. That sonofabitch is waltzing under my nose as if he owns this place. And my son...did you look at the way he looks at that bastard, huh?"

Heesung swallowed nervously. "Jimin already has a girlfriend. Even your son appears to be fond of the woman. Also, now he has a reputation to behold. I'm sure Jungkook-ssi wouldn't do something reckless to throw all this away."

Jungwoo shook his head. "Love..." he spat bitterly. He had underestimated love. It made people act foolishly. "I fucking hate that word. What if the bastard regains his memory? What happens then? They're dating and not married. That's nothing. People change all the time."

The bastard was already protective of Jungkook. He might have forgotten, but Jungwoo didn't want to risk it. It was obvious Jimin still cared for Jungkook than he cared for the others. Even as the woman dangled in his arm, Jungwoo didn't miss the subtle glances Jimin threw in Jungkook's direction. He didn't want to take any chances.

Jungwoo's relationship with Jungkook had always been platonic. The rough years in school and college had changed Jungkook. He went from being a shy teenager to become cold-hearted and distant. His son shut everyone out. That Taehyung and a few others were the only ones he let close. Now with Jimin back in his life, his group of friends had certainly evolved.

As he slanted a glance at the dinner table, he saw Jungkook laugh at something one of the women said. Head thrown back, nose scrunched and eyes forming crescents—something he hadn't seen the boy doing in years. Why had the idiot fall in love with a man? Disgust churned in him again.

"What's taking you so long?" He glared at Heesung. "I got you where you wanted. I'm risking everything by having you here. End him and be on your way. You'll have everything you need to start over in another country and we will never have to meet again."

"He's never alone," Heesung sighed. "There's someone always with him. The evening when he goes to pick up his girlfriend is our best chance, but she's always with him."

Jungwoo kept his expression neutral as he continued, "Accidents happen all the time, Heesung. Sometimes you can't avoid the collateral damage." He sipped the drink. "And it's more fitting don't you think?" An evil grin lifted his lips. "I'll pay you for two." A couple killed in an accident on their way home after work. No one will question an accident like that.

Heesung mirrored his expression. "I agree."

***

There were a certain type of idiots in the world who couldn't take no for an answer. Eunji was with Katy's ex Dong-gi, parading around like some power couple. They were too close to Portia's close-knit group for their comfort. Though Katy clung to Jimin's side, she could witness the stress it was putting on Jimin, Jungkook, and Katy.

Her best friend's smile had vanished and her eyes looked distant as she sought comfort from Jimin. Portia and Alvie did their best to cover the couple, keeping them away from the hawks circling them. Too bad they couldn't tell them off at their faces because that would result in another scandal.

Jin rested his hand on her lower back as spoke in a hushed whisper as if sensing her turmoil. "It's okay, sweetheart. We got this."

They had retreated to the game room when Eunji and Dong-gi's presence became too much. But things had spiraled out of control when Dong-gi showed up with the bitch minutes later and announced a friendly match.

Alvie gritted her teeth and Portia knew it would never end well. Alvie lost her cool and went out of her way to protect the ones close to her heart.

Portia didn't have time to warn the others when Dong-gi bumped into Jimin and Katy, slightly drunk as he aimed for the dartboard. What followed next was utter chaos with Alvie, throwing dart after dart at Dong-gi, the actor screaming as her best friend laughed out loud slurring purposefully as she aimed another dart, this time hitting Eunji.

"Sorry," Namjoon was quick to grab Alvie with an apologetic smile. "Sorry guys, my girlfriend is drunk."

"Joonie let me go," Alvie whined purposefully. "Can't you see I'm playing?"

"We can continue at home."

"No. I just hit four tens." She stomped her feet, lifting another dart. "I'm winning this round."

Namjoon quickly grabbed the dart. "That's enough, sweetheart. We should go home."

"Let's leave," Portia announced when she sensed the situation getting out of hands. The people were crowding in, amused and curious as Namjoon dragged seemingly intoxicated Alvie away, apologizing to everyone.

They excused themselves, rushing out of the rooftop, finally relieved to be out of there. Katy and Jimin were pulled into Hoseok and Jungkook's arms as soon as the doors closed. For once, Katy stayed pliant, not complaining and just accepting the comfort Hoseok offered. Jungkook had his nose buried into Jimin's neck while Hoseok held Katy in his tight embrace, speaking in a hushed tone.

It was when they were two floors down Portia burst into laughter, the others joining soon. "That was epic, Alvie."

"I thought you were really drunk." Taehyung laughed. "That was crazy, Alvie."

"I was aiming for his stupid face." Alvie folded her hands across her chest defiantly. "But his back was easy to hit."

"I always knew you were trouble." Namjoon chuckled, hand still wrapped around Alvie's waist.

Alvie cocked her side to the side. "Regretting already?"

Namjoon shook his head. "Never. Damage control is my specialty." He tapped her nose and flashe a dimpled smile. "Just remind me to never get onto your bad side and give me a warning before you something like today."

"I'll try." Alvie rolled her eyes.

Jungkook simply rested his chin on Jimin's shoulder while Hoseok continued to murmur in Katy's ears as he rocked them side to side. Katy had her eyes closed, cheeks pressed to Hoseok's chest, and hands wrapped around his slim waist. The peaceful look on her face drew a fond smile on Portia's lips and she found herself leaning to Jin.

Jin threw a hand around her shoulder, pulling her closer with a smile that melted her insides. It was amazing how far they had come once they got past their initial hesitance. They had spent two years pining after each other and like Alvie said 'now is a good time.'

"I don't know why we stuck around for dinner. We should have left sooner," Yoongi grumbled under his breath, hands folded across his chest.

"Corporate parties are always boring," Taehyung sighed, hugging Yoongi from the back. "People will complain if we don't stick around in our party."

"I hate corporate parties," Yoongi huffed. "I'd have gotten some work done if I were at home or sleep."

Taehyung laughed at that. "You slept most of the day today, hyung."

Yoongi turned his head to glare at Taehyung. "I was working late at night, FYI. And you won't stop snoring at night which was very distracting."

"No one asked you to stay in the bedroom with me," Tae retorted.

"Sharing a bedroom now, huh?" Jimin piped in. "When did you become so couply?"

"Since last night." Tae flashed his boxy smile.

"Not true," Yoongi cut in. "This idiot showed up drunk in my bedroom and demanded cuddles," he pouted. "He won't take no for an answer."

"And we all know you would have kicked him out if you didn't want him to stay," Hoseok who was silent all this time teased.

Yoongi huffed but said nothing.

"You're growing soft for this goofball, Yoongi hyung," Hoseok continued. "Just admit it."

Yoongi responded by prying Taehyung's hands off him. "There's nothing to admit," he grunted and the elevator stopped at the ground level.

"I'm going with Jin and Namjoon is taking Alvie," Portia said. "Hoseok can drive Katy, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jimin. Just stop by the side of the road, so Jimin can switch cars." They had to be careful since Jimin was here with a date and if anyone saw him leaving with Jungkook it won't look good.

"Sounds good." They all agreed as they approached the valet parking.

Thirty minutes later, Portia and Seokjin stumbled into Jin's home, hands all over each other, kissing continuously. One second they were sitting in their car in the driveway, gazes locked and the next Portia knew they were kissing.

"W-wait..." Portia pushed at Jin's chest. "We forgot to leave the shoes at the front door."

"Just leave it here." Jin toed off the shoes, urging her to do the same. Laughter bubbled in her chest. "I want you tonight," he mumbled against her lips as he backed her to the bedroom, pausing at the door, gazing into her soul. "May I?"

"You may." She rose to her tiptoes meeting the kiss halfway as he opened the bedroom to start the next phase of their relationship.

***

"Hyung, let's watch a movie," Taehyung said as he unlocked the door to his apartment. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Katy following closely.

"I'm tired," Yoongi grunted.

"You're always tired."

"Says you."

"I'll wash up and come to your room. We can watch something together or play games."

"I'm going to sleep."

Taehyung rolled his eyes. Since when did he take Yoongi's response seriously. His hyung always spoke the opposite of his thoughts. Fifteen minutes later when he went to Yoongi's room, the door was ajar and Yoongi was already on the bed, laptop propped in his lap. He looked so cute with a bare face and black hair falling over his eyes with a hoody swallowing him.

"Do you want a beer?" Tae asked, trying to hide the way his heart fluttered.

"Sure."

And so Taehyung went to grab a beer. He couldn't contain his joy. Hoseok was in the terrace area, dancing slowly with Katy. His lips curved into a smile. Finally, things were working out for them. A few months ago, his life was plain and simple with no particular ambition other than going to work every day with only Jungkook and occasionally Namjoon to keep company. Now, he had more friends to care for and hopefully someone to fall in love with.

With a smile, he grabbed the can of beers and some snacks before heading to the room.

***

"I owe you a dance," Hoseok said as he led Katy to the terrace.

"We danced already." Her eyes twinkled as she looked around with a wide grin on her face.

"No, a proper dance." He pulled his phone and set on the small coffee table, choosing a slow, romantic song he knew they both loved.

She was already standing in the middle of the terrace with a hopeful look on her face. She was quick to wrap her hands around him when he closed the distance between them. The hug was so warm and welcoming.

"Thanks for not pushing me away," he whispered into her hair, pressing his lips on top of her head.

"I'm tired of running." She lifted her head, meeting his gaze with a tired smile. "I like you, Hobi. I liked you for a long time now."

His smile was bright and came from the bottom of his heart as he cupped her face. "Really?"

Katy nodded. "I was afraid." She stood on her tiptoes, hands around his neck and lips inches away from his. "But tonight, I realized it wasn't too hard." Her gaze darted to his eyes. "I felt safe and comfortable. It was something I haven't felt in a long time."

"Really?"

She chuckled, the soft sound vibrating along his chest. "Kiss me..." she whispered.

"Really?"

"Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind."

Hoseok chuckled, leaning forward and meeting her lips. As the stars shone brightly above their heads, he felt like the missing puzzle in his heart click into place. His heart elated as he finally felt complete.

***

"You can leave now," Alvie said as she slammed the car door shut.

"What?" Namjoon's eyes widened. "Won't you invite me in at least?" He got out of the car as he looked at her expectantly. She had been close to him all night. That should mean something, right?

"Why should I invite you in? It's already ten p.m. You should go home." She met his gaze defiantly.

"I'm an adult. I can stay out for a night," he argued.

"How many nights have you stayed out, huh?"

"Not many." He shrugged.

"Anyway, I want to sleep. Go on." She made a shooing motion that irritated him.

"Come on, Alvie. You know I can't go home. Jin hyung and Portia are there."

Alvie lifted a brow and folded her hands across her chest. "So?"

He mirrored her actions, folding his hands as he glared at her. "Okay then. I'll go and be a cockblocker if that's what you want." He shrugged and pivoted on his heel. But it had the desired effect on her.

"Wait," she grabbed his wrist. "You can come in, but you're sleeping on the couch."

"Couch is too small."

"My floor is big." She was already opening the door and Namjoon sighed. At least she was letting him in.

Their apartment was warm and cozy, well-lived in. He could see their touch in every item that occupied the space. The bookshelf by the wall caught his eyes and he perked up seeing some of his favorite books. "Wow, you got some cool collections here."

"You read?" he sensed the excitement in her voice.

"Of course, I read. You should visit my home someday. You'll love my library."

"What's your favorite genre?"

"Thriller and mystery."

"Historical romance, but I also love thriller."

He smiled with ease, finally finding a topic to loosen her up. An hour later, he was even more surprised to find themselves huddled on the couch watching a k-drama, laughing wholeheartedly, and losing themselves to the moment. Another hour later, he sensed her leaning to him, yawning and eyes drooping.

Alvie looked so small beside him, legs curled and fists balled under her chin as she cuddled to his side. A fond smile curved his lips. She was so adorable. He carefully moved the laptop from his lap to the table and adjusted their position to get comfortable on the leather couch, which was surprisingly bigger and softer than he expected.

With a throw pillow to support his head, he adjusted her tiny frame over him so she lay on his chest. Namjoon stroked her hair gently and closed his eyes, giving in to the awaiting sleep.

***

Jungkook could barely hold himself when he drove to his apartment with Jimin, who still looked angelic. His eye makeup was bit smudged, but it only increased his appeal. Jungkook imagined at least three different ways to make Jimin come apart in his hands that night. He rarely felt the need to take control when he was happy. Jungkook preferred to receive, to submit. Though he enjoyed giving, it had happened only under emotional circumstances where he had to take out his anger and frustration on someone.

However, times were changing. The last time he made love to Jimin, he learned the joy of giving pleasure. Tonight once again, he wanted to worship every inch of Jimin's body while showing the older how much he loved him.

He pushed Jimin to the wall of the elevator and captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, tangling their lips as soon as the door closed. Jungkook squeezed Jimin's firm ass rolling his hips against him as the older let out a soft moan, fully catching his intent.

But as they stumbled into the apartment, Jungkook's phone blared and he cursed under his breath on seeing that Chinese investor on the line. He threw an apologetic glance at Jimin who just chuckled and strode to their shared bedroom. It took another fifteen minutes before Jungkook could end the call and switched off his work phone for good. His close friends knew his personal number if they needed him and he knew for sure no one would disturb him tonight because everyone was busy with their respective dates.

He marched into the bedroom, his lips curving into a smile when he heard the shower running. A mild disappointment flooded him when he saw Jimin's discarded clothes on the table. Too bad, he wanted to be the one to remove them one by one as he kissed every inch of Jimin's smooth skin.

Without another thought, Jungkook shrugged out of his suit jacket and quickly removing other pieces of his clothing. As expected, Jimin was under the stream of water, look delectable as ever. The glass door that separated the shower stall from the other part of his spacious bathroom stood open.

Jungkook stepped into the shower stall, closing the glass door behind him as he cages Jimin's body, lips dropping to the crook of his neck.

"Want you so badly," he whispered to Jimin who hummed in response. "Gonna make you feel so good, hyung."

Jimin's body shivered as Jungkook ran his hands along the length of his body, tracing the hard muscles. The assault of his tongue on Jimin's neck continued, moving down as he left a mark that would fade by morning.

He turned Jimin around, capturing his lips again, slow and gentle, taking all the time as he tasted his tantalizing mouth. Jimin opened his mouth when Jungkook nibbled at his bottom lip, Jimin's tongue delving into Jungkook's mouth. One of Jungkook's hands held Jimin's head while the other dug into Jimin's hips.

When they parted after a few minutes, both were panting harder. Jungkook shut the water, the shower was long forgotten as he threw a clean towel at Jimin, who caught it and dried his hair and body quickly. Jungkook threw the towel on the bathroom counter, bending to lift Jimin over his shoulder. The older giggled and Jungkook slapped his ass relishing the way the soft flesh bounced under his palm.

Jungkook lowered Jimin to the bed carefully, climbing and hovering over him. "I want to try something," he said suddenly.

Jimin tilted his head, a frown tugging at his lips. Jungkook reached out to smooth the frown.

"Will you let me, hyung? We won't do anything you don't want to do."

A smile curved Jimin's lips. "Of course, Kookie." He lifted his head to kiss Jungkook on the lips. "I'm yours, baby." Jimin ran his fingers through Jungkook's wet hair. "What do you want to do to me?"

"I want to tie you up," Jungkook mumbled against Jimin's plump lips, red and swollen from all his kisses. "I want to eat you out until you come against my mouth," he dragged his lips along Jimin's jawline, relishing the shudder that raked Jimin's body at his words. "And then I want to make love to you...until you fall apart in my arms." Jungkook met Jimin's eyes. "Will you let me do it, hyung?"

Jimin nodded breathlessly, his cock hard and twitching against his lower abdomen. Jungkook pushed Jimin gently back to the bed, stretching his body to grab the tie he discarded earlier from the floor.

Jimin's breath hitched, chest heaving as Jungkook grabbed both his arms. Jungkook brought both wrists to his mouth, kissing over the pulse as their gazes locked. Jimin watched him wordlessly, mouth slightly parted as Jungkook tied his wrists together.

It was a first for both of them. They never tried this. But Jungkook had this strange urge to have Jimin completely pliant and under his mercy for the night as he pleased Jimin.

Jungkook made sure the knot wasn't too tight. He proceeded to secure the wrists on the small wooded protruding on the headboard. When he chose the bed, he never thought he'd put it to use like this.

Jimin bit his bottom lip as he blinked. Jungkook bent to capture his lips again. "If you want me to stop...all you have to do is say so," he nibbled at Jimin's lips.

The older nodded, taking another shuddering breath. Jungkook knew how much Jimin liked to be in control and rarely gave it up. When he did, it was to please the youngest. But they both had an understanding and trusted each other.

"You're breathtaking," Jungkook mumbled as he straddled Jimin's hips. He ran his hands over Jimin's torso. "Your hair was orange when I first saw you in the hall..." Jungkook bend to kiss Jimin's chest. "I couldn't stop looking at you, hyung. Even when you had a girl by your side...I couldn't stop looking," he confessed peppering kisses on Jimin's smooth chest.

Jimin gasped when Jungkook rolled his tongue over one nipple, sucking on the sensitive flesh before moving to the other side, doing the same.

"They were afraid of you for some reason." He moved to Jimin's neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses on his flesh. "I've seen you putting jerks in their places." He licked Jimin's skin, earning a soft moan. "But when we met in the changing room, you were so considerate." Jungkook lifted his head. "You were the first person to show me kindness, hyung."

Jimin's lips trembled. Jungkook kissed his lips once before moving down, kissing Jimin's obliques and trailed his lips down to his pelvic region.

"I didn't even know I was gay until that first kiss, hyung..." His gaze lifted locking with Jimin's as he took Jimin's cock in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the head once. Jimin's breathe stuttered and the older watched unblinkingly.

"I think I've always loved you. Ever since I saw you in that hallway, pinning that idiot who had bullied me earlier that day." Jungkook licked the side of Jimin's length. "You had no idea how happy I was that day." He took Jimin inside his mouth again. Jungkook bobbed his head, letting Jimin's cock hit the back of Jungkook's throat.

Jimin's hips rose to meet Jungkook's mouth, soft moans drifting around them, and eyes rolling back to his head. Jungkook pulled away but lazily jerked his length with a purpose.

"Every time I saw you, I thought how beautiful you were." Jungkook licked his lips as he pushed Jimin's legs apart and settled between his legs. One hand continued to jerk Jimin while the other traced Jimin's pink rim. "I always wondered how could a man so beautiful exist in this world. You were everything I wasn't." Their gazes were briefly locked. "I loved the way you exuded confidence. Even the football jocks taller and buffer than you, feared you when you were on the field. I wanted to become like you, hyung."

Jimin couldn't respond. The old bit his lips as his hips rose to meet Jungkook's unrelenting hand. Jungkook licked his rim, making Jimin's body jerk off the bed. Jungkook's hand left Jimin's cock and yanked his hips up. He spread the elder wide and pushed his tongue deep, curled his tongue, and listened as Jimin let out a strangled moan.

He sucked at the rim, circling his tongue as he pushed it in and out. Jungkook loved Jimin's response whenever he did this to him.

"Oh, god, Kookie..."

Jimin was a moaning mess, his moans oh so sensual and angelic moans drowned Jungkook and he hummed, motivated to please his hyung.

"Ah...Oh my god."

His hyung writhed and thrashed under his hold, babbling incoherent things. Jungkook released him and grabbed the lube he left under the pillow. He once again settled between Jimin's thighs, uncapping the lube and warming it between his fingers.

He took Jimin's red, throbbing cock into his mouth as he spread the lube around his rim and pushed a finger inside. Jimin mewled, letting out a string of curses, hands tugging at the binding that held him immobile.

"Ah! K-kookie—ah—"

Jungkook was relentless as he deep throated him, feeling the way Jimin's muscles tensing under him. Jimin was panting harder, moaning his name. Jungkook was three fingers deep inside Jimin, having found his prostrate when Jimin came without a warning. The youngest took it all, sucking him dry as Jimin involuntarily thrust into his mouth.

Jungkook released Jimin's cock with a popping sound. He slowly removed his fingers only to replace them with his aching cock. Jimin arched his back as he bottomed out, waiting for the older to adjust to his length. Jungkook lowered his body capturing Jimin's lips again.

Jimin moaned when Jungkook rolled his hips once. "You're fucking perfect," Jungkook growled. "I love the way you fall apart. So beautiful, hyung." He began thrusting, starting off gentle and slowly picking pace.

"K-kookie...oh...feels so good. You're amazing...oh—"

"Mhmm..." Jungkook nuzzled Jimin's neck, kissing his cheek before sloppily kissing his mouth and swallowing his moans. "I love you, hyung..." He began to fuck harder and faster.
"I'll never be able to hate you even you rip my heart out of my chest." Jungkook's eyes stung at the confession and he met Jimin's gaze to see tears running down his face.

"L-love you..." Jimin sobbed. "O-only you."

Jungkook smiled genuinely. "I want you to come again, hyung."

"Oh..." Jimin's eyes rolled back again. "I don't think I can..."

Jungkook gripped Jimin's semi-hard cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Jimin whimpered, tugging at the binding. "T-too much..." he gasped.

"Shh...baby," Jungkook whispered. "Do this for me? For your Kookie. Come with me."

"J-Jungkoo—"

Jimin's hole clenched around him as he hit his prostrate, more tears sprang free and rolled down Jimin's cheeks as his thrashed, but never asking him to stop. "S-sensitive...fuck!"

"Want me to stop?" Concern etched Jungkook's voice, his thrusts slowing down.

"No." Jimin shook his head. "L-love it...oh— faster, baby...faster," Jimin panted. "I think I'm c-close."

"Me too, hyung."

Jungkook kept going until he sensed the familiar tension coil in his stomach. His movement grew sloppy as his orgasm approached, soon engulfing him in a massive wave that left him breathless and collapsing on top of Jimin. For a moment, Jungkook felt like he blacked out from all the pleasure he was feeling them. Underneath him, Jimin too came with a scream of his name, spilling all over his stomach and hand.

It took a while before either of them could speak again. Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jimin's forehead before he pulled out gently. Jimin winced a little but said nothing. Jungkook cleaned them both and released Jimin's hand, massaging his wrists before pulling his closer to his chest.

Jimin sighed into his chest as they held each other close. "Love you, baby," Jimin whispered.

"Love you too, hyung," Jungkook whispered as he slowly drifted off with his hyung safely tucked in his arms.

Until we meet again...💜💜💜

A/N:

Phew...Work is keeping me busy. But we are nearing the ending.

This fic has cross 136k words...damn. I never meant for it to be this long. Can you blame me? The plots keeps building itself and it's a fanfiction so I don't have to worry about the length. Lol.

I have a name for the prequel. It's called "Love Will Find You." It'll will revolve around Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung. I haven't started writing it yet, I'll do only after finishing this fic. 

We are almost there by the way. Three to four chapters more until we have our happy ending but buckle up.