Breaking The Angel Wall, Bring Him To The Pure Hell

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Author's Pov

"Where is him?" Jimin asked impatiently, looking at NamJoon's reflection from the mirror who stood beside him while his hairstylist finished up his tousled hair. The second morning is up and there Jimin is, ready to shoot for the second time in Jungkook's company. He was excited all the way here but when he arrived at the setting, he immediately frowned when there's only NamJoon while Jungkook's appearance is nowhere to be seen.

"Mr. Jeon at his fiancee's house... He'll be here any minute." NamJoon replied, lying all the way. To be honest, he didn't know where Jungkook is after the younger left the club but he purposely answered that to see Jimin's reaction and also to give a tiny teeny bit of subtle hint to stay the fuck away from the male. He watched how Jimin clenched his fists, making the palm completely white.

......WeLL.

"Really? At Aíden's house? That's shocking..." Jimin mumbled deferentially, showing how the information triggered him. There's something about the male that NamJoon always notices. One moment he brings you the bubbly kind of atmosphere, the second moment he brings you the sexy kind of atmosphere but in a blink of an eye; he brings you that kind of dangerous feeling. NamJoon doesn't understand why his guts sense like that, but surely he doesn't like it at all.

On the other hand, Jimin was raging inside. His palm feels like there's fire coming from it. Not to mention how his crescent eyes, feel extremely hot as if he was 1 cm apart from the sun. But besides all of that... There's something more hurt.

His heart...

Jimin doesn't know why everything about Jungkook triggered him like nothing before. The mere thought of the male, sleeping with Aíden is enough to make his heart aching and filled with some kind of toxic feelings. If Jimin really got to see the scene, surely he will blow up there and yanked Aíden far away from Jungkook. It hurts him and he knows... No matter how he denies the fact, the pain in his heart will always come back to him and hit his face with actuality.

"Your hair is done, Mr. Park..." The hairstylist announced, breaking his thoughts as he looked up at the mirror and give a nod to the girl; watching her walk away with a trolley that filled with hair supply. "Since you're already done... How about we started it first? I'm sure Mr. Jeon is a little bit late today." NamJoon said politely, still keeping the formality to the person he hates; catching Jimin's attention who titled his head a little bit, looking at the entrance.

Suddenly, a strange kind of feeling arose inside him. He somehow wishes, for Jungkook to be here in the studio; watching him like yesterday. But of course, Jimin wouldn't accept that. As much as he hopes, he won't show it to anyone. It's too stupid– for Jimin at least. Ignoring the desire he has deep inside, he glanced to NamJoon and sighed before giving a nod to him as they both made their way to the set.

Unlike yesterday, Jimin feel like the time had slowed down. Is it because Jungkook is not here? He doesn't know but surely he doesn't like the feeling. Two minutes had passed but for him, is like two hours already. He didn't enjoy the shooting at all. Though he loves the sound of those cameras clicking and those studio lights flashing bright around him because that makes him feel appreciated; there's something that feels hollow.

"One more shot, sexy!!" One of the photographers said as Jimin fake his smile and lay down on the beach chair, holding his tequila a little bit more up. It's not like he doesn't like the nickname– hell knows he loves it so much because that makes him feel worshiped. But for some reason, deep inside him dreams that name coming out from someone's else mouth. Someone who is none other than Jungkook of course.

It will be a lie if Jimin said he didn't wait for the younger arrival because he indeed waiting and still waiting.  He keeps glancing at the door, hoping the one and the only Jeon Jungkook to step in but an hour already passed, the younger is still nowhere near. Knowing Jungkook, Jimin learns that the younger is strict about time so when this happens, he couldn't help but wonder what happened between the male and Aíden.

Am image of them, having sex and making out passionately entered Jimin's mind; immediately changing his mood as he sat upon the beach chair. 'Stop thinking. It's getting worse...' He thought to himself and shake his head a little, trying to end those nasty images that filled his brain; making his bitterness rise inside. But unfortunately, the more he tried; the more those images flashed inside his head as he imagined the younger moaned in pleasure every time Aíden clenched his hole.

That's enough for Jimin as he stood up and threw the glass in his hand, hearing the pieced shattered on the floor while others gasped by the action. "Mr. Park are you okay?!" One of the staff asked, worried that he might be extremely exhausted which leads him to act like that. "Y-yeah... I'm just dizzy a little." He answered, stuttering at the front since he was shocked by what he had done.

"It's okay. Take a break. Take a deep breath." The director said and Jimin nodded before making his way out from the setting, not wasting any time than to lead the way to Jungkook's office; not caring people will see his body in the see-through black lace that has pink roses embroidery on it. "I need to see Jungkook. There's no such thing as fucking with Aíden. He loves me, he would never do that." He mumbled to himself like a mad man while pushing the elevator button.

It doesn't take Jimin much time to reach Jungkook's office as he grabbed the doorknob, ignoring others' judgment stares, and twisted it; before entering the room only to meet with no one except for silence that erupted the space. Oh well– forgot about the Aíden photo. Jimin immediately glared at the poster; badly wanted to throw the big thing away from his eyes even though he knows he couldn't.

He walked near the picture, decided to take a good look while he waited for Jungkook but unexpectedly one of his legs hit a small trash bin beside the office's table, leading it to drop. He furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed there's a piece of shattered glass, coming right from the dustbin. "It's nothing." He mumbled and walked further, ignoring the mess he made as he stared at Aíden's beautiful face.

Oh... It takes a lot of Jimin to not just– crush the poster there. But not only did anger feelings wander around him, for some reason curious feelings filled his stomach making him turn around and spare a glance at the dropped trashbin. He doesn't know why but there's something deep inside him that screamed for him badly to check it.  So he did.

He reached the trashbin again and kneeled down, decided to check out where the glass came from but failed to do so when he heard the door click open revealing Jungkook with messy hair and heavy breathing who immediately noticed the other present. "J- Jimin? What are you doing here?" He asked, trying to keep calm as he walked over to his table and put his work case there; facing the older straightly.

"I should ask you that. Where have you been all along?" The older raised a question, earning a hesitate scoff from Jungkook as he watched him take a seat on the black leather chair. "Why do you need to know? I spent the night with Aíden... Got a problem?" He asked boldly, acting as if Jimin didn't affect him at all. But of course, the older noticed it which caused him to chuckle to himself; find it amusing how Jungkook badly wanted to act strong and such.

"Yes. It is a problem..." Jimin stated with his sultry voice and walked closer to the younger, decided to end this for once and for all. Besides, how long Jungkook could hold his walls up?

"You. Are. Mine." He spatted one by one and he landed his right hand on top of Jungkook's left thick thigh, slowly caressed it all way up to the younger's crotch. Jungkook gulped and hold out his hand, pushing Jimin's hand away from his private part harshly; feeling it almost arouse instantly. The power Jimin hold around his fingers is hella dangerous. "Aww, how impudent of you to reject me, baby..." The older whined needily against Jungkook's neck who almost– just almost moaned at it.

"Don't call me that. Get out." Jungkook defended himself, growling seeing his lower region half hard already. Jimin's hand touched down the clothed dick, feeling the bulge under, and immediately smirked. The other who understand what will happen, quickly hold out his hand to push Jimin again but before he could do that– the lucifer already beat him to it.

"Ahh~~ f-fuck!!" Jungkook moaned, feeling Jimin's short fingers tightening around his already hard dick. If you asked him, he would have begged the older to finish him up but since he already promised to himself that he won't be a fool no more; he hold his trembling hand out, wanted to push Jimin's hand away but once again failed to do so when a shot of pleasure shoot through his whole veins, making him moan out loud.

"Ahh!! Ahh~ f-fuck!! Jimin!!"

"Still not giving up?" The older asked sickeningly sweetly as he stroked the dick one time and let it go before placing himself on top of it. "You're so weak for me Kookie..." He said and giggled a little bit before positioning Jungkook in between his thighs, immediately grinding onto the younger. The other was lost, lost in the hell pleasure that feels so sweet yet so painful.

Tears rolled out from his eyes by the mixed feelings he feels inside. It would be a lie if he said that his heart didn't do a flip by the action but it would be also a lie if he said that it doesn't hurt. No, you don't get it. He's confused whether he wanted to push Jimin away or pull him more closer. He can't do both because when he pushes Jimin away, his inner will pain badly but when he pulled the older closer– his inner indeed, suffer too.

Can't seem to let Jimin go.

Can't seem to hold Jimin close. 

"Aww... Baby. Don't cry." Jimin mumbled and stopped grinding to wipe the tears off, feeling his chest start to aching watching the liquid crystal fall like a river. Without a doubt, he moved his hand to Jungkook's side face and pulled him closer; crashing their lips hungrily as the other couldn't help but melt in the feel like heaven kiss.

"Ugh, hmm–ngh" Jungkook moaned, finally giving up himself as he felt his walls break down; melting in the hot yet tasty craven of his ex-lover whom he claimed to hate so much. Just like the first time they kiss, butterflies filled Jungkook's stomach; drowning him in the ocean of darkness for the second time. He moaned when he feels Jimin's tongue exploring his whole mouth hungrily, tasting their mixed saliva.

The older sucked on his tongue, making a slurping sound; making Jungkook lose his mind. They broke the kiss and stared at each other, hearing the room filled with hard breathings sound. "Now, tell me... Do you want me to continue?" Jimin asked and hold on to the younger's nape, slightly caressing it and feeling the growing boner under him turn harder.

Jungkook bit his lower lips and nodded nevertheless, earning a smirk from Jimin who once again crashed their lips each other, feeling satisfaction filled inside him.

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