WARNING ⚠️:

Depiction of Mature Content;

▪︎ Blood🩸🤍
▪︎ Foreplay 🍼🍭
▪︎ Sex 🥂🦋
▪︎ Gore 💔💥
▪︎ Murder 💀🪓
▪︎ Offensive words 🥀🕷
▪︎ Death 🪦👻
▪︎ Kisses 🧸🎀
▪︎ Sexual Tension 🧊💦

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Jimin, being in his sparkling lilac one-shoulder cropped top over matching pants, just panted as he watched the man walking away in the corridor. But instead of going after his Sire Jimin abruptly began running to the opposite direction of the corridor, going towards a hallway to an unstyled staircase that probably was an emergency back staircase.

Rushingly running all the stairs up, Jimin got to the second floor only to reach the hallway that had glassed doors with two of Jungkook's bodyguards standing by. Jimin opened those doors before those bodyguards could and invaded into Taehyung's house.

Running all the way into corridors he barged into Jihyun's bedroom only to find Jihyun playing with Yeontan being on his knees on the lavender rugged floor, with a few toys scattered by them.

Jimin left his weight infront of them, kneeling down to rest his hips on the floor and pants as if there was no tomorrow, leaving Jihyun and Yeontan dumbfounded as they paused their play.

"What happened? Omg! You are looking so beautiful," Jihyun complimented.

"I have a question to ask" Jimin panted out instead. "Why a man would put his man-part into someone's ass?"

"Well... " Jihyun looked a little perplexed. "First, stop saying man-part. You can call it a dick"

"But Sire says Dick means an idiot"

"Umm... well, Jimin, dick means a man's man-part and sticking it into someone is what sex is about. Remember love=sex=Marriage?" Jihyun made Jimin remember.

"What?! This is also included in sex?" Jimin looked scared and dumbfounded. "Why everything is about sex?" Jimin tsked ahead. Confused.

"Some people call this process 'fucking' and some calls it an intercourse. Sexual intercourse"

"Fucking? I thought the word 'fuck' is added before words to emphasize them. And fuck is also added with off which means to leave" Jimin complained.

"Well, because of 'fuck' babies are born so it nearly doesn't mean to leave"

"Are you sure? Babies are born when someone fuck someone?" Jimin asked as if he had seen a ghost right infront of him fucking another.

"Let's pretend that Sire did that to me, just an example" Jimin started while shoo-ing his ghostly imagination away.

"Just an example?" Jihyun raised his eyebrow suspiciously.

"Yes. What if I say that I really don't want it to be included in my sex with Sire?"

"But that is included in sex, Jimin" Jihyun hesitantly mentioned with a pitiful gaze and low voice.

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Taehyung's house doorbell rang and Taehyung opened it to find a beautiful woman standing by with a smile.

"Good Evening, Mr. Kim" She seducingly greeted. And, Taehyung just stared at her for a good time but then just looked up towards Jihyun's room.

He stared towards the room's hallway expressionlessly as if he was debating on something but then looked back at her and closed the door shut at her face.

Taehyung leaned on the door with a confused frown on himself. Expressionless, as he walked away only to go to his backyard which was connected to Sire's backyard.

Taking out a cigarette to stow it between his lips as he stared at the swimming pool under the night sky all alone, lightening the cigarette up being in a black suit. As if he was ready to go somewhere but now was not.

As he lit up his lighter he saw those hauntingly dark sharp eyes right infront of him getting illuminated by the flame in the dark backyard.

Taehyung screamed the hell out of his lungs and fell backwards in the pool stumblingly, making those eyes to come forward to reveal Jungkook's face.

Jungkook also ended up flinching and sliding his silver gun out only to aim it behind himself as if he thought someone was behind him but there was no one.

"The fuck!? Were you fucking your mother here in the dark to get your pants pussy wet on my presence?!" Jungkook yelled the complained out and Taehyung come up from the water.

"How dare you scream at...?" Taehyung was complaining back until he looked at the black dragon brooch on the man's heart until Jungkook stepped forward from the dark shadow to reveal himself under the dim light of the outdoor lamp by the swimming pool.

Taehyung heaved a sigh while holding his heart. "S.I.R.E, your Jeon Jungkook is showing, don't let your boy hear you" Taehyung unamusedly replied.

And, Jungkook cleared his throat as he fixed his coat like a gentleman and tucked his gun at his back waistband again. Overcoming Jeon Jungkook under the gentleman facade of S.I.R.E.

"I was looking for Jimin, I thought he would be here with you" Jungkook emphasized calmly. He also added a polite fake smile.

"No but he must be somewhere, revealing half of his ass, sassily roaming around with his sharp tongue, listening to Lana Del Rey"

"As long as he wears an underwear I don't mind it. Where is he? We are running late for the ceremony"

"The boy is clearly behaving like his age. Let him be this time, for God's sake" Taehyung genuinely added instead.

"I thoroughly enjoy his company too when he isn't a baby, I know he is fun, wild and always behave like a baby whenever I pamper him but..."

"But what? People grow, Jeon Jungkook. Nothing stays the same. Let me give you an example, let's take your dick for instance. When you were a child it was tiny and then it grew..." Taehyung emphasized.

"I'm afraid we can't say that about you, Taehyung" Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Go inside and bring my boy back. We are running late"

"Why are you so frustrated?" Taehyung sensed it.

"Because he doesn't get it. I'm not his fucked S.I.R.E. I'm no fallen angel on his rescue. I'm a mentally fucked gangster who had never felt love until he happened. How am I suppose to tell him that?!" Jungkook started yelling out of nowhere and Taehyung just blinked at him.

"You don't want to let him go either to any other man, seeing men for him to marry then finding excuses to kill them right before vows"

"Because..."

"Because you have feelings for him? Romantic feelings. Accept it that you love him too" Taehyung emphasized, hitting his hand on the edge of the pool.

"Jeon Jungkook doesn't do romance" Jungkook scoffed.

"Yeah, they way he dances with his Butterfly on the ball'dance floor says it all"

"I'm selfish. I want his love all by myself. Of course, I love him because he loves me back. I'm not in love with him romantically. I never will. All of these years I was loving him as his imaginary friend so that I can have his love in return. But now, I'm continuously falling out of my character of S.I.R.E because he keeps poking Jeon Jungkook out of nowhere" Jungkook looked stressed out.

"Jungkook, you don't have duel personality disorders. You 'act' as his version of S.I.R.E while making sure to not even kill a bug infront of him. I would also fall in love with a man like how you treat him..."

"I took his virginity last night" Jungkook cut Taehyung off and Taehyung got froze into the swimming pool for a good minute.

"What?!" He looked horrified.

"Almost. I almost forced myself on him and succeeded until I suddenly realized that he is my..." Jungkook stated being hyper until he paused and sighed out. "Baby. Until I realized that he is my baby and what on earth I was doing"

"He was just a small baby" Jungkook complained out as if he was arguing with himself. "I can still clearly remember him running around being a five years old baby and now he grew up into this beautiful boy and kissed me out of nowhere and then suddenly discovered what 'Sex' is about only to get sexually attracted and excited over me! Seducing me. Asking for sex. Breathing like a cat in heat around me!"

"He seduced you?"

"Yes. But then, he realized that sex isn't just kisses and touches and tried to withdraw from the ideology" Jungkook rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Rites Hall shouldn't know about it. I can't have sexual relations with the crown Wyvern being myself a Wyvern" Jungkook stated ahead.

"But you already took his virginity. The relation is made. The promise is broken" Taehyung mentioned. Perplexed.

"I didn't ejaculated. He can't be pregnant with my child upon such short intercourse. I hardly gave 12 or 14 thrusts"

"12 thrusts aren't mere. You actually did him for a good minnute. You need to confess, Jungkook" Taehyung whisperedly emphasized.

"I'm not going to confess that I tried to r*pe the child I raised and took his virginity because he is extremely beautiful and I get horny when he seduces me while leaving the facade of angel S.I.R.E and turn into the Jeon Jungkook who loves torture and molestation. That's so pathetic to confess even if I kill the priest afterwards" Jungkook complained.

"What if the word get spread out?"

"It won't"

"Jimin has no censor in his mouth"

"My boy isn't like that. When he isn't a baby he is mature enough to not spread anything related to me or my business meetings to anyone"

"It wasn't a business meeting, Jungkook"

"I just need a new vaccine since the old one has lost its certainty on him and I can not hypnotize an adult mind without its consent. But, at the same time, I don't trust anyone else but Han for the job and I'm too scared to keep experimenting such medications on him. I'm fond of my boy. He is such a glamor... his mind, his heart, his soul, his body. When he isn't a baby he used them all quite fine"

"Then forget about the vaccine. Jungkook, you are his Sire. The S.I.R.E. You hold a lot of influence over him. The inner battle that you are fighting Jimin can not understand. Do not mistreat him because you expect him to understand something that is just inside you. Make him understand the logic behind. He knows nothing about how life is, his exposure to things are quite late. He just knows that he will wakeup in his prince bed, stay away from the Faceless or fight them, piss his nanny Hana with demands he will fulfill, be in his Sire's arms, will ask Sire for anything and he will have it. Sleep and repeat" Taehyung tried to explain.

"Somehow he happened to know that sex lures a man into a marriage and he began doing that to you in a hope for a marriage" Taehyung added and Jungkook just looked at him. "Without even knowing what sex is actually about he attempted it all. He is still the baby. Embrace him like the Sire you are for him, you treated him like a flower all of this years only to ruin him because of his beauty? Your violent side was never revealed on him, maybe he got too scared to let you continue intimacy"

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"I loved that. I think I have fallen in love with his violent way of grasping. The toughest and roughest he could does. He pinned my hands and it was too painful, he grasped my hair and yanked them as he resumed fucking me. And. I loved that" Jimin was now laying on the lavender rugged floor by Jihyun and Yeontan.

The three of them laying comfortably.

"You did?" Jihyun asked.

"In a fake scenario" Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Jimin!?" They all heard Hoseok's voice. "Sire is looking for you!"

"Oh, I have to go. I can't let them know that I meet you. Just tell me what to do next?" Jimin asked as he sit up.

"I think you should quit the idea of marrying the Sire for some time" Jihyun replied.

"What?!"

"I think you need to understand so many things first before you approach him romantically or sexually. Your relationship with him is so complicated already. Me giving you advices is making it more worse" Jihyun realized.

"What are you talking about?" Jimin asked instead with a frown and Jihyun sat up only to uttur a low sigh.

"Sire doesn't seem to be a man who would care but he did, Jimin. He respected your consent while crushing his desires. You like it when he gives you pleasure but you should also take care of his needs. Besides that, It was all my mistake to push you that far"

"I just don't want 'fuck' other than that we both were making progress on this plan to make him marry me" Jimin looked excited, trying to cheer Jihyun up.

"Jimin, I want to tell you something for a few days" Jihyun started in a low voice.

"What?"

"Your marriage with Sire is forbidden by the Rite Hall" Jihyun revealed to Jimin whose eyes turned into a glare.

"Who are they to decide?" Jimin furiously demanded.

"Dr. Kim's mother told me that no one knows from where you come from. She thinks you aren't Sire's own child since her sister aka Sire's mother has issues with you being a prince Wyvern. It means you are not blood related to Sire. Just one night Sire was home with you when you were five years old and told everyone that you have seen a Faceless's face and you need to be protected from them because he wanted it this way"

"So what? It's just a play. Faceless are all my good friends but religion makes us do it" Jimin interrupted.

"It isn't a game. You can't see the pressure the man has while trying to protect you while being your imaginary friend on the other hand and even protecting you from the criminal environment he lives in. You are 20 years old and till now he hasn't let a single motherfucker touch you or eye you inappropriately. He even protects you from his own desires" Jihyun tried to explain. "You are a beautiful man, Jimin. You seducing someone can get powerful, especially when that someone is a gangster. On the other hand, he is the Lord Sire. They worship him. Sire has a reputation to put up and he has a lot of pressure in the atmosphere for announcing you as his son for Faceless. Marrying you won't be in his favor"

"What are you trying to tell me?" Jimin asked as his eyes were turning glassy as he kneeled up on the floor.

"I asked Dr. Kim's mother, what if Sire wants to marry Jimin? And she replied, 'Not possible in this life'. Then, one day I found a book in Dr. Kim's library and it clearly states all the rules those included that A Wyvern can not go against the Rite Hall or else all the other gangs can rebel, whole mafia The Black Wyvern will get scattered into pieces. Rite Hall binds them all together and makes sure that everyone stays under the same boat and keep worshipping the Sire. Sire can't go against their religious beliefs. He can not go against any of the gangs' religion because he is the Sire, it's his historical duty to safeguard everyone. He couldn't protect you from the Faceless either if he wouldnt have gave them a whole city to rule as a compromise, in exchange they promised Sire that they will not kill you inside this house and will let the Sire to protect you instead of complaining about him to the Rite Hall" Jihyun explained.

"So?" Was all Jimin whispered.

"I think making you seduce him was a wrong idea at this point. Marriage isn't appropriate in such situations. Once he marries you, he will be accused to breaking a belief and anyone can volunteer to snatch his throne. You are alive because he is on the throne as everyone's Sire or else the Faceless would have yanked you out of this house and killed you long ago" Jihyun added and Jimin just grasped Jihyun by his arms tightly as he stared at him with his teary mad eyes.

"First thing first..." Jimin started with his gritted menacing whisper. "He is my Sire, he isn't imaginary or a gangster. I have been hearing these things since I was sixteen and that's why nobody takes my love for Sire, seriously because I refuse to believe everything. I don't care what Sire has to go through to have me. He is an angel sent for me. I love him and in this life and in every other life, where we only get married once, I want to marry him. Him and only him. And, I will. Watch me doing that, Jihyun" Jimin emphasized with his dark blinkless glare and Jihyun just gulped.

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Hoseok lead Jimin down from the staircase of Sire's own mansion and Jimin just looked at Jungkook who looked back, being standing by the mansion's fancy tall double-doors. A beautiful lilac fur cropped-coat draped onto Jungkook's arm.

A man was standing by the door by Jungkook, holding Marama wrapped in his hands.

Jimin had a gloomy face. He offended Sire for some unknown cause, Jihyun wasn't on his side anymore to plan his marriage to Sire, he doesn't want an intercourse but everything else in sex, just has learned that Sire can not marry him within the Rites, He was going to an asking-for-hand ceremony without Han for the first time. Atleast, Han considers Jimin's approval to any man who asked Jimin's hand at the ceremony. And, suddenly, Jimin's eyes started to turn glassy as he avoided Jungkook's gaze. Missing his Hana.

As Jimin walked upto the door, Marama on his own slithered onto Jimin's neck, getting away from the man who was holding it and getting wrapped all over Jimin's torso to slither up onto Jimin's neck and rested its face onto Jimin's side face fondly as if he could sense Jimin's inner hurt.

Jimin expected Jungkook to ask something about why he had disappeared to Taehyung's house instead of coming after him and made them late. But, Jungkook just wrapped the coat around Jimin and Marama.

Making Marama to went down on Jimin to get wrapped like a belt on Jimin's waist under the coat to stay hidden as if he was trained to do so.

"Come on, Heart. Let's go" Jungkook softly lead Jimin out of the house and lead him to the car. Making Jimin to look up at his Sire. He thought he had offended his Sire last night but it didn't seem to be the case anymore.

Jungkook's huge driveway was filled with atleast nine black cars aligned one after another, flashing their headlights as if they were ready to leave before and after Sire's car.

"Don't get into the car until I tell you" Jungkook emphasized to the driver while opening the backseats door for Jimin, himself.

Jimin got in only to look away when Jungkook got into the car too from the other side of the backseats.

The car was all silent and dark.

Jimin kept looking away and Jungkook blankly staring in space.

Not knowing where, when and what to say to Jimin about his outrageous behavior after giving Jimin a rough hand-job.

"Is your... neck hurting a lot?" Jungkook started in a soft voice.

"Not more than my heart, My Pretty Sire" Jimin replied, still looking out of the window.

Until, he saw a beautiful pink rose extended to himself by his Sire.

Jimin slowly looked up from the rose to look at his Sire. It was probably the first time Jungkook had offered Jimin a rose himself.

Jimin let go of everything he was holding onto and got buried into his Sire's chest only to sob.

"Shh... it's okay. Forget about it" Jungkook whispered assuringly, caressing Jimin's hair. "Forget whatever happened last night between us. I know Sire owe an apology"

Jungkook thought Jimin was crying because of last night. But he was crying on the newly discovered chances to watch his Sire marrying someone else who wouldn't be him.

Jungkook just pecked Jimin's beautiful chain covered forehead. "Let's restart, huh?, Sire's heart?"

Jimin nodded on Jungkook's offer and wrapped his arms around the man's torso to get buried in his chest even more, sobbing. Leaving Marama with no other option but to remain like a lifeless waist belt even being that close to Sire.

"Human are selfish, my love" Jungkook whispered while tucking Jimin's blonde hair behind his ear fondly. "They are all monsters over beauty. So am I. Never do this to yourself again. You have a beautiful body and a beautiful heart. And, I'm going to protect it forever even from myself" Jungkook emphasized as a whisper, leaning his face on Jimin's head.

"I love you, My Pretty Sire" Jimin whispered out. All he ever wanted was a marriage out of this love.

"Sire really, really love you too, His Pretty Baby" Jungkook whispered back.

But, guess, Jimin was back being his Sire's baby.

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Detective Park tucked his brown parted hair behind his ear from the one-side as he wore that beautiful sparkling amber honey-brown pendant by its white-gold chain around his neck. Being infront of the mirror in Han's cabin, with his dimples revealing smile. He picked up a fine-liner pen from the dresser, and trace Han's writing on his ring finger stating 'Henchman's Bride'. Re-doing it since those words had gotten dull after his shower.

Had worn a black fitted long sleeved shirt that was looking quite expensive and had a round neckline with a v-slit in the middle. He fixed his shirt on himself and on his black pants as he opened the door of the cabin to walk out.

His walk was a little limped still due to his injured thigh and as he approached the mezzanine he heard painful yelps and screams.

Upon looking down from the mezzanine's metal railings, with a concern frown, he found a man lying on the floor drenched in his own blood, halfway alive and conscious. He was definitely not an Asian.

And, Han was crouched down by him with his bloodied machete. While rest of Han's men were standing by casually doing their work.

"I want a fucking answer!" Han yelled at the man. "Who told Oliver Smith about this ship?!"

"You know, I have made many people speak. Though, I'm a doctor by profession" Han grinned while wearing a pair of white nitrile gloves. "Let's play doctor and patient, shall we?"

"N-No... I don't know anything..."

"Let's see if I can find your heart... shh... don't worry, I will put it back..." Han whisperedly assured as he thrusted his hand into the open wound of the bullet into the man's chest.

The man screamed his lungs out and Detective Park frown out of discomfort and pity out of his soft heart.

"I found it..." Han announced as the man was screaming. "Umm... no, it's your ribs..." Han pouted, confused.

"Plutonium! Oliver smith! He wants the Plutonium this ship had...! He wants to take revenge for his brother's death... fuck! Fuck! His woman...Hee-Mun tells him everything! Let me go! I beg you!" The man started screaming out of pain.

"Hee-Mun? What's her full name? Family name?" Han was demanding ahead until he happened to glance at the Mezzanine to find Detective Park watching the scene.

"Dorian?" Han abruptly let go of the man. "Evening, Gorgeous. I was just treating him, he is badly injured. He will get all well just in a minute" Han abruptly started justifying noticing Detective Park's teary eyes until that man slided down on the ground. Dead. Drenched in his own blood.

"Fuck it! He's dead" Namjoon scoffed while walking by.

"Yeah, you don't have to word it out. We can see" Han cut him out.

"Throw him into the ocean and make a list of each and every, woman, girl or even babies who has their name Hee-Mun" Han muttered to a man before taking his bloodied gloves off and abruptly approaching Detective Park.

"I thought my Gorgeous wanted to sleep a little more" Han abruptly climbed the staircase up and Detective Park keened his eyes at him as if he was about to smack him right then and there.

"I was hungry but now I lost my appetite" Detective Park rolled his eyes while trying to walk back into the cabin until Han abruptly turned him around only to pin him to the wall.

"I won't let you go without a kiss" Han demanded.

"I wanted to meet my team" Detective Park demanded instead out of nowhere.

"Why? They are all well-fed and in a nice room. As promised" Han replied and Detective Park just looked down, making Han to hold his chin and make him look up to him again.

"When we will reach Seoul, I want you to leave them" Detective Park added in a low voice.

"Since when we began talking Business, Dorian?" Han sounded a little displeased in a serious tone and Detective Park just blinked at him.

But then, Han grinned to ease the tension he had created between them.

"Forget it. Come on, let's have dinner together?" Han offered while pecking Detective Park's lips. "Or you want to have a dinner in a lush restaurant? I can arrange a bird and we have permits to land. Let's have a date night in Philippine"

"I would love to go..." Detective Park stated as Han started kissing his neck.

"Damn, you smell so good" Han breathed out.

"But, please for me... will you let them go when we will reach Seoul instead of giving them to your boss? They all have families those must be waiting for them to be back..." Detective Park whispered and Han stopped kissing him.

"So... we are indeed talking business" Han sighed while backing away from Detective Park.

"Since we are negotiating now, I have three conditions" Han started. "First, I want the tracking device they have. Secondly, I want your boss Yoongi to not come after the Butterfly and forget about him as if he was his imagination"

"And... What's the third condition?" Detective Park asked hesitantly.

"My last condition is that, when we will reach Seoul I will let each and every cop in this ship go as promised but, you" Han emphasized with his serious gaze but Detective Park simpered out instead and grabbed Han's hand only to start re-doing the letters with the pen Dorian's Husband on Han's ring finger.

Making Han to watch him fondly until he couldn't and grasped the beautiful man into a vibrant kiss.

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THE-ASKING-FOR-HAND CEREMONY.

Into a beautiful luxurious all white and castleton green themed restaurant. A lot of gentlemen were sitting.

"My Sire, I thought Iseul was already selected" An older man stated as he was seated right beside a younger man who was looking in his early 20s. Both the men in their formal suits and seated in their respective chairs without a table so that Sire could see them from top to bottom, infront of a black cushioned canopy-couch-chair (The mafia leader's chair).

"Yes. He is. But, what if there is a man better than Iseul for my Butterfly but I'm not looking enough?" Jungkook replied while being in his sexy grey dress shirt under black vest, leaned back into his couch chair with his black dragon brooch shining over his heart. Caressing those beautiful blonde hair scattered on his lap.

Well, Yes. Jimin was kneeled down onto the rugged floor by his Sire, resting his legs sideward of himself as he had placed his side face onto his Sire's knee.

Making his Sire to caress his blonde hair down to his forehead sparkling chain by his black painted nails.

Jimin had his gloomy bored face on with his cheek squeezed onto Jungkook's thigh. His eyes unamusedly watching the men infront of them.

"My Sire, the most brilliant and strongest among my all sons," That old man patted the younger's shoulder beside him. "He holds a nice position in the gang as well".

Jimin just unamusedly eyed that old man's son sitting into the chair infront of him. Overall, the man had good-looking facial features but if you compare him to a teenager.

Then, Jimin looked up at his Sire who was listening to that old man's speech, resting his elbow on the chair's armrest, his fingers supporting his chin. Sharp gaze and fiercely looking facial features.

Manly features:

Candidate Groom | Jimin's Sire

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Jimin then looked at that young boy's collar, his neck was too skinny that his collar-button closed neckline was looking pool on him. He was a little crouch down in his seat as if he was used to of playing a lot video games.

Jimin abruptly looked up to his Sire next, his Sire's grey dress shirt's buttons weren't even able to close on his thick neck or on his toned muscular chest. Revealing his half of the chest from his dress shirt's open buttons till his vest. Sitting straight, sunk back into his chair like a boss he was, with his cigarette in his hand.

Manly Posture:

Candidate Groom | Jimin's Sire

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Jimin then scanned the candidate groom's white suit, under a brown checkered vest to try his best looking like an adult because when Jimin eyed his feet he was wearing a pair of white sneakers with skulls printed socks.

Well...

Black vest. Black Wyvern brooch on his heart, a silver chain dangling from his vest button to his pocket, his grey dress shirt's sleeves rolled up, a man standing behind him only to carry his Sire's coat and his black haunting cane to the ground. Black classy dress boots having a metal silver dragon badge tucked on the revealed ankle of his boots.

Manly Dressing Style:

Candidate Groom | Jimin's Sire

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"Sire...?" Jimin whisperedly nudged his Sire's knee. Making the man to lean down as if he thought Jimin wanted to say something to him but Jimin just tucked the white rose he was holding onto the man's ear.

Completing his Sire's attire.

Jungkook snickered wide while the both men just looked at him before Jungkook started talking again, carrying that rose proudly on his ear like a crown.

Perfect.

"I want you to keep his brother in the abattoir and wait for my further orders. Keep him alive. I want to make sure to hear his fucking screams. He will come out of his hole wherever he is hiding to have his brother back" Jungkook emphasized to the older man as if they were discussing business on the side of the ceremony along.

Jimin trailed his gaze down on the candidate groom to see his hands resting onto the chair's armrest. Soft, pale, harmless tender hand. Clipped tod nails. Skinny fingers. Thin hair on phalanges. A heavy gold ring on his thumb.

And then, Jimin abruptly looked at his Sire's hand place on his own thigh by Jimin's face. Sexy veins covering his hand, slender fingers, tattooed skin,
black painted nails, sterling silver rings with dark blue sapphires on his index, pinky and middle finger. Black crystals' beads chain wrapped around his whole hand and fingers. Dangling that haunting 1.5" sterling coin that had a black dragon embossed.

And suddenly, Jimin got a mental g.i.f picture of his naked chubby ass-cheeks getting a tight smack by this hand right in the middle to get a nice jiggle.

Jimin gulped as he shoo-ed the thought away.

Manly Hands:

Candidate Groom | Jimin's Sire

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Jimin then unintentionally looked down at that young man's crotch. He didn't mean to observe but... Barely visible crotch. Small pelvis. Skinny thighs. Knees joined. He was sitting with his knees touching one another.

Jimin then looked right on his Sire's legs and his eyes widened. A big visible buldge in the middle of his legs on his crotch. Thick thighs that can rest Jimin's whole hips. Knees were completely parted. Well... the man can't join his knees with that crotch. Not his fault.

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Candidate Groom | Jimin's Sire

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But then suddenly, Jimin was thrown back into flashbacks again, with him... lying on the table with his legs parted and his Sire 'fucking' him bare, filling him up with his huge dick and his toned naked hips thrusting in and back into Jimin, making the whole table to jerk.

Jimin abruptly gasped loudly while tightly locking his legs close as he came back from the flashbacks. Making the rest three men to look down at him.

And Jungkook tucked his fingers under Jimin's chin softly to make him look up. "What happened, Sire's heart?" Jungkook demanded but Jimin shook his head in denial with a smile.

Jungkook leaned down to slowly and softly kiss Jimin's cheekbone before he let go of him to give his attention back to those men.

Jimin's cheeks blush red as he softly touch his cheekbone where his Sire had just kissed.

Right then and there, Jimin zoomed into his thoughts and suddenly everything and everyone in the room froze like any freeze game.

Those two men infront of him froze with the older man's mouth open as if he was speaking before he got froze. His son's eyes on Jimin. Every man in the hall stationary in their casual gestures all frozen.

Jimin's Sire having his glass of champagne raised with his parted lips to sip upon but everything was froze now.

Jimin stood up only to go behind his Sire. Caressing his toned shoulders down to his revealed chest teasingly.

He walked infront of the man and dropped his fur coat down, Straddling Jungkook's pelvis and caressing Jungkook's side face with the back of his hands, curling into his Sire's body to make sure his chest and nipples were well-pressed into the man's toned hard chest.

Jimin threw away the glass of champagne froze by his Sire in the air and captured his parted mouth for a sip, into a kiss by his own mouth.

Slowly riding his Sire's 'big'clothed crotch while leaning his face onto the man's. Caressing his Sire's chest down to tuck his hands into his black dress pants' waistband.

Moaning in desperation and panting in arousal, Jimin licked the man's face from his lips to all the way up to his forehead like a cougar.

While, moving on his crotch.

Guess 'Fucking' wasn't that bad. Jimin felt himself somehow drawn to the thought of letting his Sire's strong hands grasp his chubby pelvis roughly and fuck him hard by his big dick.

Utturing uneven heaves as he grind on Sire's lap.

Making his Sire hold his hips from both sides, Jimin rolled himself back, messing his own blonde hair. Slowly coming up only to fondly kiss his 'Man'.

But then, Jimin blinked and realized that he was still sitting on the floor by his Sire with his head rested on the man's knee. And everything and everyone in the room was operating/moving normally, music was being played casually, his Sire was sipping on his drink casually.

"I believe you both have read the rules that I had sent by the invitation for this marriage" Jungkook stated.

"Well, the rules were foreshadowing the Butterfly as some beautiful treasure" The candidate groom started. "It's my first time seeing The Butterfly. Not to be rude, My Sire, but I think he is a quite fat for my liking" The boy in brown vest suit stated, sounding like a spoiled brat and Jimin keened his eyes at him with a wide open mouth.

Jungkook processed a deep frown and the boy's father looked taken aback eyeing his son to apologize.

But, well... nobody could be a bigger spoiled brat than Sire's Butterfly, isn't it?

"And, I think the way his pants look, I doubt he even have a dick" Jimin sharply complained out loud to his Sire who blurted out a loud laugh while sinking back into his chair as everyone laughed in the hall.

Making that candidate groom boy to just sulkingly glare at his father who was laughing too and then he glared at Jimin who smirked with a shrug and hugged his Sire's knee tightly while resting his side face on it that clearly meant; 'His Sire is by him, what can you do, bitch?'

He kept the hatred filled glare at Jimin until a swift slit across his neck by a black knife was made. Silencing the whole laughing room.

As that boy was fell down from his chair with his bleeding neck, withing with his last agony on the floor until he was lifeless.

"Next time, When you are invited for your other son to participate in the ceremony, make sure to teach him some manners on the way here" Jungkook ordered that old man while wiping his bloodied black knife with a napkin. "Nobody talks to or looks at my Butterfly like this in my presence" Jungkook casually added. "It was nice meeting you two. Who is Next?"

While, Jimin and that old man was froze watching his son dead on the rugged floor, with his neck parted slit bleeding on his own white suit.

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3:00 A.M

Jimin was in his bed. Being in a rose-white silk booty-shorts and a matching lace strapped shirt, wrapped in his white silk sheets. Staring the ceiling blankly in his dark bedroom illuminated by the moonlight.

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Jungkook was sitting in a black quartz bathtub, having his naked tattooed arms rested out of the water on the bathtub's edges. Holding his burning cigarette between his black painted nails' fingers. Staring the water blankly in his dark bathroom illuminated by a dim fancy wall sconce.

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Jimin turned on his side to face his nightstand being in his bed. Slowly opening the drawer of it to take out a floral tiara from it.

Jimin made space for the tiara in his bed and placed it on the pillow beside his, as if it was a whole person itself.

Jimin just caressed those flowers weaved into the tiara as he made the thing sleep beside him. Covering it a little by his sheets fondly.

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Jungkook smoked from his cigarette, being in his bathtub with water covering till his chest.

He opened his fist and looked down at that slightly ruined white rose that Jimin had tucked on his ear earlier at the asking-for-hand ceremony, resting on his open palm.

Jungkook carefully picked it with his black painted nails' fingers and softly tucked it on his own ear. Slowly caressing it.

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Jimin tried to sleep by the Tiara but it was not his Sire.

Jimin just looked at the tiara for a good time but then turned back to face the ceiling again.

'Where the fuck is your tongue?' Jungkook words began echoing in Jimin's ear.

Remembering how his open wide mouth was screaming moans had stuck his tongue out to Jungkook again, practically wailing in pleasure with his teary eyes and holding Jungkook's wrist that was hitting Jimin's groin forcefully when Jungkook was vigorously shaking Jimin's shaft up and down. Still.

Jimin being in his bed started breathing heavily. Touching his own lips slowly and seducingly down to his neck.

Remembering how Jungkook had trailed his lips down on Jimin's chest and invaded the hem of Jimin's top to eagerly pump his nipples with his both hands and was making Jimin to process pleasure filled whimpers.

Jimin being his bed tossed and turned himself around in the bed, touching his chest down to his neckline like how Jungkook would do.

Flashbacks of himself panting and moaning as Jungkook rolled Jimin's top up to hungrily suck onto Jimin's nipples. Playing them with his tongue began flashing infront of him.

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Jungkook was in a black bathrobe, pouring whiskey from a glassed bottle into his glass being in his bedroom's couches. His black cigarette between his lips.

Jungkook just placed the filled glass aside on the glassed table instead of drinking it and rolled his head back on the couch.

Exhaling out a vigorous amount of smoke from his mouth into the room and looking at the light grey floss of smoke until...

Jimin's thick naked hips could be seen to him into that smoke. When he had yanked Jimin's pants down from behind to watch Jimin's thick chubby naked hips-cheeks moving on his finger. Making Jungkook to forcefully thrust his finger even more deeper and faster.

Remembering how Jimin's hole was swallowing his whole finger and hitting Jungkook's palm wrapped in his black crystal chain. Getting fucked. Faster.

But then it all got vanished and suddenly the five years old baby Jimin flashed infront of Jungkook's sight. 'My Pretty Sire, I want every doll in this store, today. All of them today' His cute innocent voice echoed into Jungkook's ears.

Jungkook's breath hitched as he abruptly sit up into the couch. Massaging his forehead, Jungkook grasped onto his raven hair. Frustrated. Tossing his cigarette on the table harshly.

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Jimin bit his own lower lip with a pleasing moan as he bounce on Jungkook's finger in his imagination.

Jungkook's coin dangling from his crystal chain hitting Jimin's hips.

Jimin touched his own nipples with his nails and trailed them down.

Feeling as if Jungkook's lips were tracing his skin down and down on his beautiful smooth stomach, licking Jimin's bellybutton as he went further down and down. Kissing Jimin's lower waist.

Jimin whimpered out heaves, being sexually aroused.

Messing his own hair wildly and bedsheets aside to reveal his naked legs (he is wearing shorts).

Hugging his full sized pillow in his arms weakly and turning around to hover his pillow dearly. As if it was a man. His man.

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Jungkook was now lying in his bed, being in a black silk robe over matching pajamas. His head hanging upside down from his bed as he lit up another cigarette between his lips by his silver lighter.

Watching his dimly lit bedroom upside down. Expressionlessly.

Couldn't help but Jimin's beautiful naked thickly skinned waist began flashing into his mind.

His beautiful stomach revealing his bellybutton next into Jungkook's mind.

His naked 'fat' pelvis that Jungkook loved. His naked fat hips-cheeks that Jungkook loved. Not all man would like Jimin's figure but Jungkook does.

Reminiscing how he had spanked Jimin's naked fat hips' cheek harshly and Jimin was whimpering and his bare hole was getting fucked by Jungkook's finger.

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Jimin was utturing uneven pants, making out with his pillow and closing and opening his legs tightly. Almost riding his pillow and having his nipples collapsed on it.

But then, Jimin tsked as he sit up harshly only to throw that pillow and tiara away off his bed.

His blonde hair messed up, all scattered on one side of his face as he pushed his sheets aside and got up from his bed.

Opening the door of his bedroom flung open, Jimin dashed out of his room.

The mansion all vacant and dark at night with only moonlight shadowing through the big windows as Jimin ran passed the hallways. His straps messily rolled down on his shoulders barely covering his nipples as he wildly ran.

His ankle displaying his beautiful black anklet stating: 'Sire's'.

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Jungkook sat up on his bed while holding the bridge of his nose and stood up.

Harshly tossing all of his pillows on the ground from his bed and kicking them aside as he approached his bedroom's door.

Vigorously opening it to step out into the dark mildy lit black rugged corridor.

Jungkook looked at the right end of the corridor and then looked at the left end of the corridor.

But the corridor was all empty.

Dark and empty. Like his soul.

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While, Jimin ran towards the fancy dark staircase of the mansion as if there was no tomorrow.

Climbing the staircase up, running with his bare-feet on the rugged staircase. His anklet sparkling Sire's name in the dark.

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The Sire kept looking at the empty corridor while standing infront of his bedroom.

One more time watching both the ends of the corridor entrance but it was all vacant.

He just smoked from his cigarette with a soft snicker, he shook his head.

Jungkook turned to get back inside his bedroom. The door was already open so he just stepped in.

As he put his first foot into the room, he heard footsteps.

Jungkook abruptly quit going back in and stepped back to look at the corridor's end again only to not find it empty this time.

Jimin was standing and panting right on the corridor's end, being in his white silk top and ruined lace shoulder straps rolled down from his shoulders. His blonde hair wildly messy as if a cat had attacked on him.

They both looked at each other from a afar. Expressionless.

Until, Jimin started running upto Jungkook, making Jungkook to toss his cigarette away and open his arms for him. Abruptly sprinting toward the boy as well.

And as they neared, Jimin wrapped his arms around his Sire's neck with all of his might as he jumped up to wrap his legs onto the man's pelvis as well, making his Sire to support his hips.

As they both started kissing each other's lips wildly.

Grasping each other with their passionate desires as they ruined each other's mouth with their saliva.

Until Jungkook carried Jimin into his bedroom vigorously. Slammed the door shut and locked it after them.

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