"Do you want to explain what's going through your mind first, and then I'll fill in any blanks on my end, and we can figure out where we went in completely different directions?" I plant my hands on my hips, fighting the urge to reach out to him as he sits with his legs sprawled on the countertop. The empty space between us pulls me closer, but I resist the instinct to bridge it immediately.

He nods, taking a moment to gather his thoughts without pressure. "I completely understand if you want to be reassigned," he begins, his voice carrying a heavy weight of guilt. 

"The truth of my situation that I dropped on you this morning is shitty. I know I fucked up. I let all those other men get hurt while saving just myself, and I feel guilty beyond words." His voice cracks, and I can't help but feel a surge of empathy, though I maintain my distance, letting him find his voice. "I would be beyond mad at me too if I were in your position," he admits, his gaze shifting toward the ceiling, and slowly, it begins to make sense.

This man.

This man.

He has no clue. Not one. And I need to rectify that immediately.

Grabbing his jaw, I pull his face down so he can meet my gaze, leaving no space between us with one step as my body takes control. "Jimin, are you crazy? I'm not mad at you; I'm mad for you," I bite, unable to keep the rage from my tone as he stares at me with wide eyes.

 "I know that Seokjin and a crew of men are in Busan right now, scoping the location and looking for leads. I know they have men tailing Yoongi, ready to bring him down with a single word, and I know there are also people out there looking for the details on the hitman so you'll be safe."He seems to visibly relax before me, his hands resting on his thighs as he keeps his gaze fixed on mine.

"Why?" The gulp that follows his question is possibly more audible than the word itself."Because no one deserves to have to go through what you went through, Jimin. No one. I hate that you were ever put in a position like that," the truth rolls off my tongue despite myself.

"But you've been hiding away from me," he mutters in response, eyes searching mine like he'll find a lie, but we should both know by now I can't give him anything but the pure, raw, honest truth.

"I've been hiding away because I want to be out there, finding the enemy and wiping them from the face of the earth. I want their blood on my hands, I want revenge for you, I want you to be able to look at me without seeing who I really am, and right now, I can't control it," my chest heaves with every breath, each word getting louder and hoarser as I stand before him, gaping at his stunned face, wondering where he gets the audacity to just split me wide open like this.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

We're completely in sync, lost in each other's gazes, and I have no idea who moves first.

Him?

Me?

Both of us?

The semantics don't matter. Not when his lips are pressed against mine. Jimin's mouth melds to mine like they were made to be together, his soft, plump lips crashing into mine again and again as my hands reach up to cup his face.

I can't hear a sound.

I can't see anything.

All of my senses are on lockdown, catering to the two sensory needs of feeling and tasting him. Kissing has never been my thing. Ever. I go to a bar for fuck, sometimes outside, sometimes in the bathroom, but that's it. This, on the other hand, feels like something else entirely.

Our kiss deepens, a slow and passionate exploration of each other's mouths. His lips are soft and inviting, like a secret waiting to be discovered. My tongue traces the seam of his lips, seeking entrance, and he grants it eagerly. Our tongues meet in a sensual dance, twirling and caressing, as if they've been longing for this moment.

His hands move from my shoulders to the back of my neck, fingers threading through the hair at the nape, sending shivers down my spine. I pull him closer, our bodies pressing against each other, the heat between us undeniable. The taste of him, a mixture of sweetness and desire, ignites a fire within me that I never knew existed.

I want him, in ways I've never wanted anyone before. Breaking away to catch my breath, I look into his deep, longing eyes. "I'm supposed to be protecting you, not fucking  with you," I grumble, my voice raspy with need, my thumb gently stroking his cheek. "We should stop," I add, though my desire is strong, my duty to protect him takes precedence.

To my surprise, Jimin nods in agreement, his fingers tracing over his own mouth as he speaks. "Yeah, you're right. You're right," he repeats, and I can feel the disappointment in both of us, our desires temporarily restrained for the sake of the task at hand. Our eyes lock onto each other, the kitchen around us fading into nothingness as all that exists is him and me. In the next breath, our lips collide once more.

This time, I can't resist the urge to let my hands drift to his waist and pull him closer to the edge of the countertop, feeling his body pressed against mine. It's as if the dynamics have shifted, with him slightly tilting down to meet my mouth, yet he encourages and accepts every move I make. The balance remains a delicate dance between us.

We want, we take, we devour, giving in to the passionate intensity of the moment. The sensation of his arousal pressed firmly against my stomach ignites a fiery need within me. His fingers tangle in my cropped hair, urging me closer, keeping me near, and pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. I have no idea what this is growing between us, I've never felt anything like it, but I do know that I don't want it to stop. Ever.

My chest feels free, my soul feels full, and my mind feels consumed by him.Pulling my lips from his, I trail them down his neck, a move that he encourages, tilting his head back to give me better access. He shivers when I run my tongue over his racing pulse, and I groan.

"If we don't stop now I'm going to take you upstairs and devour you," I state, a complete turnaround from suggesting we stop moments ago, but fuck it, I'm lost to him now. Jimin's eyes lock on mine, his chest heaving with every breath, before he nods, sliding his legs together as he jumps off the countertop.

My head slumps forward, disappointed, yet understanding why he would take my word and put a pin in it. My cock throbs for attention from him, and my chest tightens with an antsy feeling. Fuck.

"What are you waiting for, Koo?" I whip my head around lightning fast to find Jimin at the door, mischief, and desire swirling in his eyes as he smirks at me. His nickname for me only seems to send a jolt of ecstasy to my cock. I stand frozen in shock for a moment, watching as he grabs the back of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. "Now we're even," he murmurs, discarding the material, but my eyes are locked on his toned frame.

A grin spreads over my face as I prowl toward him. If he wants this too, I'm all in, no backing out now. I might be chasing him down now like I'm the predator and he's the prey, but we both know this is more on his terms than it is mine. He takes off in a flash, racing for the stairs, and I follow after him, happy to let him win as I watch his ass. To my surprise, he rushes into my room instead of his when he reaches the top of the stairs, and when I follow him inside, he's right there, claiming my mouth before I can fully close the door.

As soon as I hear it click shut behind me, I grab his waist, spinning us around so his back hits the wood. The grunt that falls from his lips only encourages me more. Now we're both bare from the waist up, our skin touching as we explore each other.

"How can you make me this obsessive?" Jimin asks. I think it's more of a question to himself, but I have no idea either. I'm right there with him with this level of chemistry that is sparking between us.

"You tell me, Darling," I murmur back against his lips, and he grins. Jimin chuckles back, but I don't respond because his mouth consumes mine once more.

I can feel the length of his cock nudging against mine, the material between us blocking what I truly want, and I can't stand it anymore. Blindly searching for the waistband of his jeans, I unbutton them with ease, slipping my hand inside only to realize he's completely commando, and a groan of pleasure falls from my mouth.

"Holy fuck," I grunt, wrapping my hand around his thick cock, tugging and testing his length in my fist as he moans against my mouth.

"Please, Koo, please," he chants, his eyes closed as I pull my lips from his and drop my shorts.