Jeon Jungkook finally, and successfully, won Kim-no, Jeon-Park Jimin's heart and body.

The alternate Jikook end for the Netorare series.

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"If only you took care of him much better, this would not have happened to your marriage."

He whispered to Taehyung before walking his way out of the house, even shut the door by himself for the last manners he'll leave after successfully breaking one marriage. His smile can even go from ear to ear, buttoning up his loose buttons and riding inside his Bently while brushing his hair back.

Finally,

Fucking finally.

Jungkook could only laugh in awe, all his prayers finally answered.

It's over, they're over! Jimin and Taehyung are over, and he witnessed it right in front of his eyes!

Jimin is his. He's sure of it. It doesn't matter to him that he'll have dirt in his name, hell, he can even be proud of it as long as he can call him his, and his alone. It was dedication for him, a twisted one, he wasn't just infatuated and entangled for sex, his heart was poured into it. He was in love. Unfortunately, with a married house husband. His eyes were set on him upon his entrance to the company two years ago to bring that damned lunch box for his subordinate, those sparkling eyes he met briefly that caught his breath and the disappointment that poured over him seeing the band on his ring finger. Jungkook was a bachelor with standards that no one can figure out, even himself, that he only realized when the house husband appeared in the office.

Two long years of watching from his office pane, he figured that Jimin was his standard for a partner.

Beautiful, a caring house husband, a charmer with humor. Jimin wasn't a pleasant dream anymore, he was a nightmare hunting his dreams at night. The house husband appeared in his dreams daily, a haunting beauty that swirled his mind, dreams fleeting of him being his, their bodies pressed together with lips against each other that was too surreal for a dream. It happened every single night at a point that it wasn't a wet dream anymore, he's a desire. And fortunately he's an earnest and a hard worker, he will do everything and anything to get him in his grasp.

They hadn't talked at all back then, and he was yet to figure out how to lure him into his honeytrap. He had a few times that he tried initiating but it was always put to a halt when the working husband was too keen, always keeping an eye on that pretty husband of his. Perhaps for his innocent and clueless partner, Taehyung was a patient man. But beneath those loving eyes were blank and hateful glares to his co-workers, perhaps to every man that will stare at Jimin that even him was taken aback at first. He was a gatekeeper, perhaps Jimin might be his only treasure in life that he was both guarding and flaunting him like a trophy.

It was hard, his mind was plagued by the thought of the pretty house husband, but he was persistent. He wouldn't be in that corporate position if he didn't possess such cunning skills. He will get him, and seal the deal no matter what. The first time they talked is when the house husband made those cupcakes he gave away to everybody in the department for Taehyung's birthday. Jimin offered that whole box to him, with that gracious smile and angelic face, down to the body that he was down right sullying in his mind. It was brief, only a few words exchanged but god, that really boosted his motivation. That sweet cupcake might have been mixed with concoction for love, that the taste alone made him fall harder. He was pretty and caring, a perfect man. What else could he be?

From that day, he planned to be close to the house husband. He was getting impatient! He wanted those eyes to stare at him and only him, he wanted those lips to mutter-no, moan his name, he wanted to feel those warm touches against his skin so bad. The greatest way is to remove the husband in the picture, thus he proposed the three week business travels overseas so nobody could bother his plans, and its also a win for him too as a boss, he did provide an opportunity to his subordinates to be exposed on the overseas field while taking a rest, it did produce a boost of productivity to their department.

It didn't go as planned, his body worked first than the mind, the lust spoke first than love. The initial idea was to engorge the man, make him immersed with him, but his mind geared another one; a perverse idea to get the body, play with half of Jimin's heart until he finally gave in and united it with the half of his. Then his soul, everything about him.

"Park Jimin..Jeon-Park Jimin..Jeon Jimin. "

The ink hasn't even blotted the paper, nor the paper hasn't been filed at the court. The couple was just in the process of breaking apart by this very minute yet Jungkook was already familiarizing the name in his lips, mind reaching the furthest of his domestic fantasies, his surname that he'll very dreamed to attach on Jimin's name.

It sounded better.

They were better together.

Days will come that they won't have to pretend anymore, that eyesore of a cheap gold band will finally slip off Jimin's ring finger, and he'll be replacing it with the much deserved shining diamond, a precious diamond on par with his darling's beauty. His beauty that should be flaunted to everyone, he would be proud of bringing him to every meetings, every parties clad in the best clothes that can hug his figure well-make them all feel jealous that he was able to capture a natural charmer, not hidden in a small cheap house doing dishes and feed his husband like a substitute mother for a grown up man.

He could finally lay him in his bed, wake up tangled in the sheets every morning with those pretty doll eyes staring back at him endearly. No more leaving before the original comes home, because this time, Jungkook will be his new home.

As soon as Jimin was his, he would have everything planned. When the day comes they will sign those divorce papers, he will snatch him away. Literally away from the country, out of Taehyung's reach, that one uncaring eyesore who has been the thorn to his side, nor any undeserving men in that goddamn office that were salivating over the pretty house husband.

Jungkook hasn't accepted the promotion to become the Operations Director in their branch in New York. He was offered, no, the position was his alone. Believe it or not, as much of an asshole as he was of being a homewrecker, he is competent in his field of work. T̶o̶o̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶p̶e̶t̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶h̶a̶p̶s̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶p̶e̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶u̶b̶o̶r̶d̶i̶n̶a̶t̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶h̶u̶s̶b̶a̶n̶d̶.̶ He won't leave the country not until he can't drag Jimin along with him. Even if he was literally holding himself down and halting his opportunities for a man, all just to share it with him.

He did wonder why he was so kind enough to hide a relationship that he badly wanted to flaunt to the world, even went through lengths to give his 'competitor' a promotion, a new car, and a better wage all upon Jimin's wishes, but it did hit him that he was just too fucking in love and he wanted his dear affair to live comfortably and at best while they're still playing hide and seek.

And now he could have that chance to pamper him with everything he got, and he'll give him everything he had ever dreamt of with just one word. One 'yes' and his ring finger will be all it takes for him to lay on his flowerbed.

"Its not a goddamn excuse for you to fuck Jeon! You're mine-you're my husband! If you really loved me, you would've denied him!"

The sound of objects being thrown and screaming from the house can even be heard inside his car, somehow he can comprehend the couple's arguments, particularly Taehyung's deep bellows, then followed by Jimin's loud wailing and cries that do thug a spot on his heart.

Fuck.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he can't make out whether he'll drive away or listen to the whole fiasco outside. The feelings of guilt were dawning on him, not from the cheating, but the guilt that he had to leave Jimin and left him to face the wrath of his husband alone. He can't stand him crying painfully like that, all he knew of Jimin's pleasured cries were in bed. Hearing him distressed resonates to him too. Maybe he should have just dragged him naked early on and drove off together in his house and continued what they started, or maybe he should have gone back inside. For all he knew he could have gone amok, he could strike Jimin repeatedly inside out of blind rage, or he could end him.

It bothers him, he wasn't sure of Taehyung's character. In his lenses he was just a thorn, a competition, all he knows is he was passively possessive. He was a whole mystery in the office, he had his own world in that table space of his. His whole character revolves around the worker with 'one with a pretty house husband that gets hot lunches everyday'. He had a bad attitude of gate keeping his husband for sure, he already saw him glaring with blank eyes, and that tight grip onto Jimin's shoulder every time he had to walk his husband out of the office after lunch time.

Talking with Jimin in their secret dinners he just knew that the house husband doesn't talk to anybody else, just old high school ones that are probably too busy with their lives. No word on the neighbors either, not even a mailman could get close as every bill was electronically registered, every package had strictly instructed to be left on their doorstep. His best shot of communication was with the grocery staff, but he mentioned too that he doesn't go on groceries often and Taehyung handles it. Jimin lived in a small bubble with him, deprived of human connection and sensual touches, no wonder the house husband also fell right through temptation.

"Should I..?" Jungkook tapped his fingers on his steering wheel.

In speaking of interference, the nearby neighbors had been eavesdropping and gossiping as the quarrels got louder, annoyingly going as far as going near the home just to clearly hear the argument.

"Fools, pretending like they haven't puzzled the facts already."

Those pesky neighbors must have known from the start, there's no way they don't know their affair. Taehyung might only have seen his car twice near their home, but those neighbors must've seen him almost everyday during the three-week period of business travel. He's there too during the days where he forced the poor subordinate for overtime work (that is surely paid thanks to his influence to the payroll department, also courtesy of Jimin's begging.) and takes his sweet time with the house husband.

He was sure it was the juiciest gossip in their neighborhood, the house husband taking another man every day while his husband is at work, the idea itself is close to a cheap pornography theme. But neither men were aware of it, as the house husband was gatekeeped to the neighbors, never talking to anybody else other than their house dogs, while the working husband was too overworked to hear.

crash!

The loud noise of glasses breaking all at once made Jungkook flinch in his car seat, then the seconds of silence made him jump out of his car.

"Shit!"

There was already a crowd at the front door of the Kims, the neighbors unable to hide their shameful gossip mongering that they were an obstacle to get on the front door.

By the moment he approached near, still ragged and all with his dress shirt wrinkled all over the place, their chattering mouths were louder than the worry happening inside the home. He can hear them chatter and even point out of being the homewrecker explicitly, fingers pointing his way.The chattering mongers do make him feel ashamed and burned in the limelight, as if their whole affair was a prime time on TV for them to look out for the next intense drama and episode. He was the antagonist of it, he knows, third parties like him were a subject for revenge of the original, never had a good ending in every show. But he'll make sure the credits won't roll on him, and he will be the protagonist of his own romance.

"Show's over, fuck off!" Jungkook yelled at them to ward them off, and quickly went in, shutting the door rather loud.

It only took a matter of minutes for the house to be shattered, beyond broken, the heavy air of anger and regret filling the home. Jungkook was astounded by the damage Taehyung has done in a short span of time, somehow he was mentally preparing himself for a fight, sure that once he was in sight of the husband yet again all hell will break loose.

There were broken glasses everywhere, the familiar house displays were scattered all over the floor. Their wedding photo displayed in the living room was on the floor, the glass frame cracked in the middle of the couple.

He could hear the couple still but with their voices lowered on the bedroom,

"..you liked him rough don't you? Dirty slut."

"P-please, I l-love you-please let go..'m sorry!"

"Aren't you supposed to like me in this state? This is what Jeon does to you right? You said it yourself, I treat you too delicately."

"Nonono, Tae-love please no! I-i'm sorry! This is not you, I-i know I'm wrong, I cheated! B-but please..please don't do this!"

Hearing the whimpering voices behind the bedroom door, Jungkook could feel his own rage, the heat grumbling in his chest. Did the two have every right to reconcile with angry sex? Yes. But he won't have that shit as long as he's still there! He was in no position to be angry, jealous , he just did something treachery and broke a marriage, but shit , he cannot humiliate Jimin just like that-he wasn't him! That degrading endearments only belong to him. Only he can call Jimin a whore without hurting him, only he can be rough and treat him pleasurably, only he can touch Jimin ferally and nobody else.

He's that one goddamn lover who can only do that.

With his emotions pushing him to compulse, he kicked the door open. He was immediately met with the sight of the married couple on top of each other. The bruise on Jimin's cheek formed as purple as his hair, and their lips latched on each other s. Jimin's eyes were wide as he stared at him, standing still at the door frame, his pupil's shaking and alarmed of Jungkook's re-entry in the bedroom.

His vision was seeing red. Fuck, fuck -his feelings were aligning on anger too, about to burst out. He was the one standing on the wrong side, infiltrating the couple's home, yet he wanted this to hurt more for the cheated husband other than the emotional toll he caused-he wanted to batter him on the floor and bruise him darker, twice on what he impulsively inflicted on Jimin.

How dare he lay his hands on him horribly like that?

How dare he hurt his Jimin?

Jungkook was sure his vision just went dark for a moment, that his body moved on its own and leaped quickly to pry Taehyung off Jimin, and the grip on his fist was too tight, pouncing it onto Taehyung's face in one quick punch.

"Jungkook, stop!"

A tearful Jimin rose from the bed quickly. Before Jimin could even reach Taehyung, the boss already dragged him out the room.

"Let go-'gguk! Taehyung! Taehyungie!"

He won't listen, his ears were closed to his plea. Jungkook was holding Jimin's arm tightly and blocking him to get through Taehyung who was knocked to the floor, head spinning with a cut on his lip from the punch. Out of his pocket he threw cash onto the floor disrespectfully, bills and dimes spread over the place.

"There. Get yourself whatever medical care you need, and file that goddamn divorce paper in the family court tomorrow. Call me or the office if you need money to fix that fucking separation as quick as possible. We are leaving."

Taehyung was still on the floor, vision blurry but was able to put the image of Jungkook holding Jimin back close to him, bringing a much more painful pinch to his heart than the punch he received.

"Ho-how fucking dare you..! You already destroyed my marriage and y-you..you're gonna take my Jimin from me too?!"

" Your Jimin? That's very selfish of you, knowing half of his heart and his body already belongs to me. You are useless, uncaring, too goddamn selfish. Everything holding him back to you is the cheap fucking ring you bought on a surplus shop."

Even with a trashing Jimin on his grip, he managed to slip off the gold band on his ring finger, throwing it across the room that unfortunately, rolled right in front of Taehyung. The gold band was worth a dime, it was only gold plated and fading to a darker, oxidized silver hue. Nowhere near to a real expensive gold, but was held in high regard as it holds the simplicity and memories of the couple back in time where their money didn't matter as a young couple, and everything was all feigned innocence and simpleminded unity of love.

And sadly, their unity did fade like their cheap, golden rings.

"Take that back. I'm buying him a better one soon."

Jungkook held Jimin's arm even with the man's resistance. He was only wearing that oversized shirt he might have hastily picked up to dress himself, only dressed in that, still in the stockings and thankfully the shirt at least rode down until his knees. He dragged the sobbing elder with him, opened the front door with pesky neighbors who were still swarming around to get gossip.

He ignored them, and continued to drag Jimin with him and pushed him inside the car, and they left the scene quickly.

Jimin's sobs inside the car were loud, his breath hitching with his makeup smeared all over his face. That ugly bruise resting on his cheek was turning darker, and Jungkook mentally noted to put ice and ointment on those as soon as they reached his place.

"Jungkook-ggukkie, please, please , let me go back to him! H-he needs me, you shouldn't have hurted him!"

"We won't be turning back." Jungkook drove faster, almost flooring the gas pedal.

"He needs me! Your punch might've bruised him badly! H-he's weak to pain, he's sensitive!"

"Bullshit! It's over, he caught us already! What the hell do you need more? Death? Can't you look at yourself? He fucking slapped you ugly- he almost subjected you to marital rape!

"I deserved this bruise! He could kill me, fuck me all he wants, he could kill you too! We wounded him..we..we broke his heart. Hurting me..hurting me wouldn't compare to what he'll go through next!"

Jimin's voice faltered, his tears rolling down his cheeks.

"The next point is he would be disgusted with you and throw you away! Let him cry over his pain, I don't care what he does, but you cannot also deny that you two are beyond repair! He isn't that stupid to take back a man who fucked his boss for three months!"

"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't barge in tonight!"

"Even if I don't, it wouldn't change the fact that you were fucking with me behind his back, and will continue to do so! If we weren't caught red handed then what would we do, huh? Fuck the next morning, the next week, and the next months behind closed doors? And you? Keeping two men at bay, maintaining your personas of being a faithful and good house husband for Taehyung and an unfaithful, thrill seeking, adulterer with me? Jimin, baby, you weren't meant to stoop that low."

Jungkook's free hand took Jimin's smaller ones, entwining it with his. Hurting his feelings with the truth was the best way to shut him up, even if he didn't wish to add further stress to him. He watched from his rear view mirror how Jimin's chest heave, shutting his lips thin with a few thick teardrops falling. The brunette breathed shakily, his thumb caressing Jimin's soft knuckles. He directed Jimin's hand to his lips, giving a calm wet kiss on the back of his palm to calm him down.

"...you can fret until morning. You can mourn over that marriage of yours while you're at my place."

Jimin was supposed to calm with the gesture, but somehow he cried more, but now with silent tears. His heart was being rattled, being ripped to half out of confusion. His heart ached for Taehyung, he was his first love. But he cannot deny nor confirm his feelings for Jungkook too. His body belonged to him is the only feeling he was sure of, but his heart? He wasn't sure who owned it at all, whether it belonged to the man who clouded him with love or the man who poisoned him lust.

Was his heart left at their home when Jungkook dragged him, or was it in Jungkook's hand all along?

Shit, he doesn't know.

"Gguk. I don't know-fuck, I don't know! I-i..what would people say about us? My family, my brother-my classmates , the people who knew me? Taehyung's office mates? You..you can be fired from causing a scandal too! I don't know if you want me or do I want you too? What are we gonna do?"

"I got it baby, I got you. I got us ."

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"It scares me, Jungkook!"

Looking down below with the people looking microscopic and ant size, it brings shivers on Jimin's back. It felt like a whole new world to him, with all those tall buildings surrounding their place, those reflective and collective square windows he could only see on magazines, and the chilly foreign air on his skin.

"Sorry, baby. I'll find a better place once I've settled in my work here." Jungkook took off his trench coat, hanging it on the nearby rack.

"No, no, the condominium is splendid! It's too much! But is it really safe to live in like..the 15th floor?"

The way Jimin was intimidated and mesmerized by the place brings a smile onto Jungkook's lips. His brown hair bouncing around like a child seeing things for the first time, even afraid to touch some of the interior in the house. The fully furnished home amazed him, like everything is in place and wouldn't require months of saving for furniture. But the height does make him nervous, everytime he looked out the window, he had fears of the glass window breaking and falling down the pavement below being squashed to pieces.

"Is this the first time you've been in a condominium?"

"I've seen it in those Seoulites. But I've never lived in one, much less settled for the first time in a foreign country."

Jimin's smaller hands traced carefully on the surface of the cold window, eyes reflecting the bright city lights. Feeling an arm snaking on his waist and chin resting on his shoulder.

"You are more than those Seoulites now, my dear Jimin." Jungkook pressed his lips onto the exposed skin, sucking softly, earning a moan from his lover.

"Mmm, s-stop. The windows are clear, they'll see us 'gguk." He can feel the heat of shame and excitement run through his cheeks, his body being pressed to the cold window, feeling the hand that circled around his waist ride up inside the fuzzy sweater he wore.

"They better do. Want everyone to see that I'm fucking my pretty fiancé and they can't even get to please you like I do."

"Fiancé is still a- ah!" The pinch on his buds sent a surging wave through his body, the circular motion of Jungkook's warm thumb awakening his lust. Fuck, the full view was embarassing, everyone who has eagle eyes can see how pink his cheek was, and how his siren eyes were hazed from a simple teasing.

"Still a..? Come on baby, tell me." Jungkook smirked.

"You..you haven't put a ring on my hand yet! And my divorce- shit, I'm still Kim-Park Jimin.."

"Soon baby, soon. We'll pick you out the glamorous and shiniest diamond out there of your wish, hm? The prices don't need to be named, I don't care if it's a grand. Will definitely make your hand prettier and dainty as my Jeon-Park Jimin, hm?"

The name Kim-Park Jimin already sounded foreign to Jimin himself. The name he held for three years dearly is now fading in his memory. Every single day he was staying with his lover, Jungkook made absolute efforts to dissolve that name in his head. Jeon-Park Jimin. The name he had been promised sweetly into his ear, the name he would embrace as soon as the ink blots the paper.

After the night of separation with Taehyung, he never saw him again. Not even his shadow at all, nor a phone call, not even a text message, but he did receive the divorce papers on Jungkook's mailing address the next day, everything left to sign is just on his part to file at the court. He wouldn't even contest for a court trial, his last act of remorse was to leave every single property to Taehyung, the house, every single article at their home, even that shared bank account as a married couple and resigned that he won't be getting any of it.

Their affair has spread like wildfire, Jimin wouldn't even dare to step outside, he was confined in Jungkook's home, too afraid to even go out in fear of eyes following every single movement of his. Not one employee in the office was spared from the gossip, the image of the pretty and perfect husband now stained in their eyes. His former neighbors, his classmates in Busan, even his brother Jihyun had spited him through text before his ex husband could do first. The message from his little brother hit the hardest, it isn't the feeling of being disowned, but the feeling of being chewed and coughed up by your last living family.

It was a trainwreck, he knew what he did, he was facing the consequences of his actions and was being punished with a sullied reputation. His nights were miserable, crying endlessly, satiating the pain with making love in the arms of the man that he committed the sin with.

Desperately clinging to his lover as he had nowhere to go-nothing left to do other than being another trophy wife of another man. He was guilty of being a cheater, he was closing his ears with all the ghosts of guilt chasing him. As shameful and scared he was, Jungkook approached it the opposite. Jimin didn't understand how he had the will to go to work the next day, and how he even got a promotion that sent them together to New York. He expected him to be fired for sullying the company reputation for being a part of an extra marital scandal, but being an operations director in the New York branch as a form of 'reprimanding' of his acts? That was borderline insane.

It only took a month of preparation, Jungkook paying for everything for him from the passport arrangement, the tickets, down to being his sponsor for their migration-it's all on him. It was a promise to start anew together, new life in the foreign land. That his sullied reputation will be no more, he can go backwards royr, and this time, a spoiled house husband image or whatever he wanted to pursue, as long as he's going to be Jungkook for the rest of his life, live anew as Jeon-Park Jimin.

"All yours 'ggukkie, all yours .."

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"Mmm-ggukkie! A-ah, ah! Mhm..!" Jimin gripped on the edge of the counter, pressed and bent down, back arching, as the brunette thrusted in sloppily with splurging sounds fucking his own cum inside the gaping hole.

"F-u-uck, hm, gripping my cock so good 'minnie..my pretty fucking doll..been fucking my cum in you for a while..my personal slut, hm?" The feeling of the linen cloth of Jungkook's suit grazing onto the delicate skin of his legs were uncomfortable, creamy legs rashing into red. But he wouldn't care too much, he could get all the spa pampering in exchange for gratifying his husband's needs.

Marrying him meant the greatest of both worlds. The sex he craved so much from his previous marriage gratified into a ten, fucking at any give time in their home, or discreetly in public when they feel like it . The love he was being overwhelmed with, and the absolute pampering he received, all that dolling up he does daily to be prettier-to be flaunted proudly by his dearest Jungkook to everybody else.

A house husband to an Operational Director of an international company, living in a fancy condominium in New York city, getting all what he wanted and wished. Very far fetched from being a husband of an ordinary office worker living in a rent-to-own small house in Seoul, making ends meet.

Being married to Jeon Jungkook was the best decision he made.

"Yes, yes, all yours to take.." He moaned, thumb caressing his red and plump lips slowly protruding the digit into his mouth, pressing his tongue sensually. His tongue worked in a reflex, swirling the warm muscle and sucking obediently.

"Dirty baby, serving your husband so well.."

Jungkook's free hand entwined with Jimin's, their rings scuffing together as their bodies quiver in rhythm.

He picked up the pace, thrusting faster and harder, their skin slapping together, and the sticky cum spreading filthy onto them.

"Y-your so loud for me..taking my thrust like a slut.."

Jimin felt his knees were about to give out, he himself wanting to pass out from the intense pleasure, white dots already clouding his vision that he can't even think straight other than the overwhelming heat on his body. Being fucked silly by his spouse was a normal occurence during sex, but god, how he loved it when he cannot think at all, degraded and used, all his function is to receive and relive his spouse like a good house husband he is.

When the thumb in his mouth was off and all Jungkook had in mind was to release, Jimin's cheek lay flat on the counter with pleasured tears streaming down his face and drool pooling onto the tile as his body rocked back and forth.

"'gguk..l-love you s-so much.."

"S-shit! J-jimin! I fucking love you too!" He was near to his orgasm, and Jimin didn't even hold back, releasing on his own, splurts of his cum ruining the counter and shivers running through his body.

Jungkook gave a few more thrusts then he came, stuffing his pretty spouse more of his cum and the liquid overwhelmingly dripping on his sweetheart's creamy leg. He wanted to plug him all night long, hold him close till the next morning where they could share the day again.

"I love you, Jimin. Always, always. Mine and mine alone. " He whispered hot in his ear, nipping the soft muscle.

"L-love you too, 'gguk.."

Jungkook pulled him to his, in a back hug even when Jimin felt like tipping over still lax from the sex. His hand took Jimin's ringed one and raised it to gaze at the ring, a smile forming on his face.

"Hm..you're doing it again." Jimin noticed Jungkook's habit after sex by often staring at the ring, somehow proud as he did back when he first slipped it into his ring finger, even though they have been married for around five years already.

"Oh baby, I'm just too proud up to this day that I got to replace the ring on your hand."

"It's been five years, you're still fascinated by the ring? Well..it's very pretty."

The ring was bought hours after Jimin's divorce was finalized and dropped on the news in their home in New York, they too were married the night after that. It was disrespectful somehow, that Jungkook had been arranging the marriage even before the papers came by, but it was his way of securing Jimin.

And he did so, more than successful, that their marriage was even longer than what Jimin shared with his former spouse. He made sure he was satisfied, exceeding what he Jimin had expected, and flaunting him to people to feel the thrill of guarding his affection. Fucking him out of his mind to drill in that he will be the only man that can please him like that.

After all, he stole him.

What do you do with the goods that you stole?

You keep it and guard it with all you got.

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Hi, finally the long awaited Jikook end for the Netorare series, porbably the last LAST now since I wanted to move on and I may only add smut additional in between just for excuse to not write any setting any more while horny writing like the last posted 'stalls could talk'.

I knowwww everybody hated the Vmin end like how its supposed to be hated because that is the actual purpose of it was to imitate the end of the netorare stuff which the spouse still accepts the cheating wife or so. But here I am, back to satiate your need and dimish the annoyance (well, depends you can still be annoyed) and created an alter end, since most of you craved the Jikook endgame.

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