The main entrance crashed shut, and Yunhee's yelp reverberated throughout the halls when she was shoved against the sturdy door.

Jimin wasn't taking any prisoners tonight, his voracious lips absorbing her needy moans, nipping, and biting until her mouth was as plump as his. He pinched her backside as she messed up his hair, hands roaming, tongues exploring, fingertips travelling under clothes to seek and caress throughout their fiery kiss.

They needed to relocate their business upstairs before they fucked like wild animals on the floor, but it was impossible for Yunhee to tear herself away. Not when he tasted like a promising slice of sinful pleasure. Not when she was hot and ready for him after weeks of separation.

Not when he was consuming her like his life depended on it.

'Ahem...'

Jimin's growl was ferocious as he tore his swollen mouth from Yunhee, drew his weapon and whirled around. Jin stood in the shadows of the west wing, his hands raised defensively in the air with an expression that was anything but apologetic.

'What the hell do you want?' Jimin snapped, making no attempt to lower his gun.

Yunhee recognised when the mob boss wanted to spill blood. She could see it burning in his pupils when he looked his enemy in the eye and pulled the trigger, but this was not one of those times. His stance, though rigid from sexual tension, was not threatening.

Jimin knew it was his right-hand man before he'd even produced his firearm. He was simply pissed off at yet another unwelcome interruption.

'You're that pent up?' Jin sniggered as he ambled forward. 'Hi, Yunhee.'

'Hi, Jin,' she waved while guiltily tidying her dishevelled hair.

'Seokjin,' Jimin forewarned, despite ramming his Raptor away, 'you've got five seconds-'

'Yeah, sorry to interrupt, boss, but something urgent cropped up this evening that I think you'll want to see.'

Yunhee whined, and Jimin threw his head back, his eyes closed as the two of them shared a silent prayer. 'Can't it wait until morning?'

'Um,' Jin cast a brief glance in Yunhee's direction, sending her a thousand apologies as he tentatively replied, 'no, it really can't, sorry.'

The stream of profanities that left Jimin's lips were unrepeatable, and he in turn sent her a huge apology with his sorrowful gaze, but Yunhee's smile was sympathetic as she stepped beside him and grabbed his hand.

Tonight, they had promised to forget the shitstorm that engulfed them, but Jin would not disrupt their evening unless it was absolutely necessary, and it was not within Jimin's nature nor feasible for him to let it ride.

She didn't want him to.

'It's okay,' Yunhee assured. 'I'm sure it won't take long.'

For a millisecond, Jimin looked hurt as he combed her face for answers, but then he sighed in defeat, kissed her forehead, and snapped his attention to Jin.

'You've got five minutes,' he barked, already leading the way to the study.

Namjoon's tired face beheld a bleak outlook as they entered, his obsidian eyes reflecting the fire burning in the hearth from where he sprawled on the Chesterfield supping a glass of whiskey.

'I see you made it back without falling through any vortexes,' he commented as Jin opened his laptop. 'Did you guys have fun?'

Yunhee rolled her eyes; it was pretty clear that Namjoon was sceptical about their parallel world story. She was in two minds to bite back, but when Jimin whispered a quiet warning in her ear to "leave it", she bit her tongue and averted her searing gaze instead.

Perhaps the pervert would fall into a vortex himself and do them all a favour.

'Is that ketchup on your shirt, boss?' Namjoon gaped at his stained top in total horror. Jimin glanced at his chest and shrugged, while his colleague checked out the rest of his uncharacteristic outfit. 'Wow, where did you get that jacket? I've never seen you wearing leather before.'

'Jin gave it to me.'

'That strange item of clothing does not belong to me,' Jin said without looking up from the screen, 'and if it did, I wouldn't give it to you. I would throw it in the furnace.'

'Not you,' Yunhee corrected lightly, sensing Jimin's impatience throughout their tit-for-tat debate. 'Jinnie. The other you.'

At this, Jin's fingers paused over the keyboard and he glimpsed up to tackle his two friends. 'My doppelgänger owns a tattered leather jacket?'

'He did, and now it's mine,' Jimin gritted his teeth. 'Now, if you're done analysing my attire, perhaps you morons can explain why you interrupted my perfectly happy evening?'

Namjoon placed his drink aside and glided to his feet, his visage no longer comical but severely professional as he addressed his boss. 'There have been a number of changes at the club in the past couple of hours. Significant changes.'

Jimin visibly bristled, and Yunhee flinched at his sudden death grip, but in all fairness, she was crushing his fingers just as hard.

'What sort of changes?' he demanded as his frantic eyes darted between his trusted men.

'Oh, you know,' Namjoon drawled with so much disdain that Yunhee felt herself recoiling against Jimin's tense body, 'just the public ownership details and date of incorporation.'

'What?' Jimin bellowed, his booming voice resonating along the empty corridors as he marched around his desk to seize the laptop from Jin's possession.

A spate of nausea eradicated Yunhee's senses as she followed him to view the evidence, and she wholly blanched when she saw it. The details had changed. Kim Taehyung's name splattered all over the online record.

Jimin opened a browser, his fingers working a million miles per hour and muttering, 'No, no, no,' while he tried to login to check his accounts.

It wasn't happening. Blocked. Locked out. Denied. You name it.

'Motherfucker!' Jimin shouted, launching the laptop across the desk in a fit of rage.

Neither of them needed to see the private partnership agreement to understand the gravity of the situation. It was as clear as day.

The House of Cards no longer belonged to Jimin.

The mobster who'd been robbed of his livelihood remained ominously quiet as he straightened up and cracked his neck, but Yunhee could see that he was brewing like a violent storm. It had been a while since she'd seen him this furious, and even though she was not in his firing line, it was an unsettling sight to bear witness to.

'How the fuck did he manage this without Bu Hwan and I?' Jimin hissed, glowering at his comrades like it was somehow their fault.

Namjoon's eyes were as skittish as an acid tripping addict, while Jin looked completely crestfallen as he broke the dreadful news. 'Hwan was found dead in his office an hour ago.'

Jimin sucked in a sharp breath, his posture stiffening. 'What did you just say to me?'

'He was murdered, Jimin,' Namjoon certified grimly, 'minutes after the club details were switched.'

'I spoke to his secretary over the phone. She found him in his office with a bullet in his head,' Jin explained. 'The authorities were already on scene, but I made a few calls to let them know it would be dealt with.'

Jimin nodded briskly as Yunhee sank into the bureau chair in a daze.

It was no secret that Taehyung was here, but he was closer than ever, not only taking habitat in her mind, but Jimin's property. Had he actually been present in the diner car park earlier? Had he followed them and watched them on their date after cruelly slaughtering Jimin's solicitor?

'Did the secretary see anyone entering Hwan's office beforehand?' Jimin broke into her thoughts, and when Yunhee glanced up, she noticed that he'd set his anger aside to efficiently get to the bottom of the issue.

'After calming the lady down and assuring her that she was not going to join her boss in heaven, she informed me that Hwan's last meeting was with an exceptionally attractive man who gifted her with a bunch of flowers before waltzing into his office uninvited.'

'That fucking prick of a scoundrel!' Yunhee sprang to her feet, three pairs of startled eyes trailing her as she paced in front of the balcony doors.

She was seething at the length's Taehyung would go to.

'If he's not charming his way into getting what he wants, he's taking it through coercion and killing them for kicks when he has it! There was no reason to silence that poor man. It's your club. You were bound to find out one way or another! What Taehyung did was both ruthless and unwarranted. Just wait until I get my hands on him-'

'Yeah, your hands aren't going anywhere near him,' Jimin enforced as Jin guided her to the sofa and poured her a stiff drink.

Downing the contents, Yunhee extended her glass to request a second, but her friend smirked and screwed the lid back with a subtle head shake.

'How is any of this possible, Jimin?' Namjoon quizzed as he snatched the whiskey from Jin to hand to her in a subliminal act of kindness. 'Everything on that public record is legitimate. I checked. The only way he could force Hwan to legally make those changes would be to be in possession of a partnership agreement himself.'

'Taehyung was carrying a briefcase when he came through the vortex,' Jimin confirmed with an air of hostility. 'I had an inkling of what was inside, but I went to his club just to be sure. He'd spitefully left a digital copy of all his official documents for me to find. His business deeds were included, along with a variety of other treats that could come back and bite us in the arse if we're not careful.'

Yunhee's heart went out to the stressed mob boss as she clenched the unopened bottle between her legs. She wanted to get up and go to him, hold him in her arms and tell him everything was going to be alright, but his perturbed gaze was glued to the floor as he chewed on the skin around his thumbnail.

Jimin wasn't done yet.

'Not one of us has seen or heard from Taehyung yet. He's been laying low while putting pieces into place. Hoseok at the beach house to secure Yunhee-'

'Which failed,' Jin added proudly.

'A meeting with my solicitor to secure the House of Cards, and Lord knows what else if he brought that backstabbing viper, Heiran, with him,' Jimin continued despite the sly comment.

The office fell into a subdued stillness, the crackling fire the only semblance of reality until Jimin dropped the biggest bomb yet.

'We need to forget about the club.'

'What?' a chorus of voices shrieked simultaneously.

'I can take it back from him when the time is right. Hell, I could even start again. None of it matters right now,' Jimin said adamantly, much to the chagrin of his reliable companions. 'We need to focus on stopping him before he does any further damage. Taehyung's going to come after this estate, and then...'

Yunhee's eyes whipped to Jimin's, the unspoken truth hanging in the air like a discordant note. He didn't need to finish; they all knew she was Taehyung's end goal.

'This place is a stronghold,' Namjoon said, 'if we lose the estate, it's game over.'

'There's not a chance in hell of him legally acquiring my property unless I'm dead,' Jimin reminded them, 'but...if on the off chance I do die, it will be placed on the market by default because I have no offspring and I've yet to make a will to entrust it to one of you guys.'

'Great,' Jin concluded, 'so, as long as you're alive, he can't touch your home. In the meantime, I strongly suggest you make a will because if he kills you and I lose my quarters, I'll be really upset.'

'Perhaps one day you'll flee the nest,' Namjoon snickered.

Still in the game, Jimin strolled to his bureau and slid the laptop in front of him while taking a seat.

'If the public records for the club have changed, then so has the partnership agreement and primary bank account. I can no longer run my Goddamned business, but I presume we still have access to the building?'

'We do,' Jin verified, 'our staff are on shift tonight. It's only a matter of time before Taehyung moves in to redecorate, though.'

'Close down the premises immediately and send everyone home on paid leave until further notice,' Jimin instructed as he began to type. 'If any of our staff are there when that despot barges in, they're as good as dead.'

'Um, we can't do that, boss,' Namjoon disputed cautiously. 'If everything you say is true, then the club's business account is fruitless. We can't pay them.'

'For fuck's sake,' Jimin muttered, tiredly rubbing his eyes before saying, 'then, send them home anyway and make sure they're well compensated. I don't care if you have to use my personal savings. Just do it.'

'Yes, boss,' Namjoon nodded, already scrolling through his phone to get to work.

Jimin was absorbed in some online mission, but Yunhee couldn't hold back any longer. Placing the whiskey aside, she rose from the Chesterfield to join him, resting a supportive hand on his strained shoulder as he toiled to save what he could from Taehyung.

'What can I do?' she whispered.

Not removing his gaze from the screen, Jimin slipped a hand around her waist and drew her in, his fingers ghosting her hip to let her know he hadn't forgotten about her amidst the mayhem. 'You're already doing it, darling.'

'I have a question,' Namjoon announced out of the blue as he maintained dealing with the employees. 'What's that crackpot going to do with his current enterprise?'

'Nothing,' Jimin answered as he finished up online and slammed the laptop shut. 'He intends to inhabit both worlds.'

'Come again, Jimbo?' the dimpled man blinked as if he could not quite believe what he was hearing.

'There's no way Taehyung's going to give up everything he's built,' Jin expounded as Jimin subconsciously stroked Yunhee's skin. 'He plans to expand his empire. With the stone at his disposal, he can come and go as he pleases. It would be no different to flying between two countries to oversee two branches.'

'Right,' Namjoon snapped, 'so, not only is he a fucking prick of a scoundrel, but a complete and utter megalomaniac.'

'To put it lightly,' Jimin murmured as Yunhee nibbled on her nails in thought.

Locating Hobi and preventing Taehyung from infiltrating Jimin's life were not the only obstacles they needed to tackle. The stone was an issue, perhaps their biggest if the man got his hands on it. As long as it existed, he would be able to move freely between their worlds.

'Let's move it,' Yunhee suggested animatedly.

'Move what?' Namjoon asked.

'The stone. Let's move it out of that bastard's reach,' she said with a new source of determination.

'Like where?'

Yunhee's fervour to make a distinct and particularly important change must have swept out of her pores and straight into the heart of Jimin, because the mobster was on his feet, his expression as confident as hers as he smiled at her.

'Here.'

'You think it's doable?' Jin frowned. 'That thing looks like it's buried pretty deep, and I for one have no desire to touch it. It gives off too many weird vibes.'

'There's only one way to find out,' Jimin replied determinedly as he looked between his closest allies for their endorsement. 'If Taehyung is stuck here, it increases the odds of us cornering him and taking him out. It'll also keep Jinnie out of harm's way until I can return and break him out.'

'Right,' Jin spoke decidedly, 'so, we dig up the stone and hide it here. Everyone in agreement?'

'Yes,' Yunhee concurred as Namjoon and Jimin nodded favourably.

It was appeasing for the group to come to a mutual decision to act against Taehyung; the stone was a key element, right at the centre of their current endeavours, but a part of Yunhee felt dismayed that Jimin had lost his beloved club tonight, and there was still a huge elephant in the room that they had yet to address.

'What about Hobi?' Yunhee broached.

Jimin exhaled, looking at Jin with a flicker of optimism. 'Any word at the docks?'

'I spoke to a few contacts in Incheon, but they had nothing to report.'

'Damn it,' he cursed, averting his gaze to Namjoon. 'What about that list of containers you promised me?'

Namjoon was already producing a thin catalogue from the drawer, placing it on the desk for his boss to leaf through. There were so many combinations, scores and scores of specialised sequences that Yunhee's head began to ache.

'Did you check for anagrams of Kim Taehyung?' Jimin asked as he flipped from page to page and scanned the items with a furrowed brow.

'Yup,' Namjoon responded non too positively, 'I've spent the past twenty-four hours scouring through them, but nothing suspicious stood out.'

Jimin appeared calm, but Yunhee detected the high levels of exasperation radiating from his body as he tried to siphon out the container Hobi could be inside.

'You said yesterday that we have eight days to find him before this Changwook comes looking for trouble, right?' she mentioned for only him to hear.

'Right,' Jimin replied without taking his eyes from the list. 'Now seven.'

Yunhee thought of how unrelenting Tae and her friends could be, flashes of the cork board crammed with photos and information in his apartment flying through her mind. She had already recommended they ask for their help last night, and Jimin had flat-out refused.

That didn't mean she wasn't capable of knocking some sense into the pig-headed man, though.

Catching the eye of Jin who - coincidentally - was glancing at her as if he knew what was on her mind, Yunhee raised her brows in question, to which he silently bobbed his head in reply.

And then she took a deep breath and let the proposal tumble from her lips.

'I really think we should call them.'

'No,' Jimin clipped without hesitation while still engrossed in the container inventory. 'I don't want them under this roof.'

'We need help, Jimin,' Yunhee exhorted with a little less patience.

Her irritated attitude was enough for Jimin to forsake his task and squint at her in disbelief. His jaw was taut, unimpressed words ready to explode from his strained lips, but before he could retaliate, Jin slithered into view and beat him to the punch.

'Yunhee's right, boss,' he shrugged. 'I see no harm in asking for their help on this one. We have a deadline. The more eyes, the better.'

'What, you, too?' Jimin scoffed as if he had just been betrayed by his nearest and dearest. 'I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that-'

'Jimin!' Jin turned on a dime, the hoarse antagonism in his throat taking everyone by surprise. 'I love you, but for once I have to disagree. I understand the family feud runs deep, and I certainly don't expect you and Tae to kiss and make up, but Suga, Jungkook and Hobi are Yunhee's friends, which you're not taking into consideration.'

Shuffling closer to a caught off guard and rather agitated Jimin, Jin lowered his voice and spoke to him man to man.

'I was with you ten years ago when this fiasco started, and I've stood by your side ever since and helped you build this empire, but please, can you for once, put your never-ending hatred for Tae to one side and work with us as a team before someone ends up dead?'

Yunhee forgot how to breathe as she watched the two men she'd come to adore scowl at each other with flared nostrils.

The friction between them was unmistakable, Jin having touched a nerve on a topic that his boss would always struggle to brush aside, but she was impressed by his courage to stand up to him, despite the hurt and uncertainty emanating in Jimin's eyes.

Kim Seokjin was unforgivably blunt, but behind that hard shell lived a man with a heart of gold that would do anything for those he cared about. He was the perfect companion to have around; dangerous, protective, compassionate, and someone that was not afraid to make a person realise when they were being unreasonable.

'Jesus,' Jimin sighed, his icy shield cracking under the pressure of his steadfast buddy as he peered at a hopeful Yunhee. 'We can't do this unless they know the truth.'

'Then let's tell them.'

'They need to believe it, Yunhee.'

'So do I,' Namjoon snorted.

There was a prolonged pause, the silence bubbling with apprehension as the room waited for the decision that ultimately belonged to the Mafia King.

'Okay.'

'What?' Yunhee squeaked giddily while Namjoon muttered an astonished 'bugger me' and Jin winked at her victoriously. 'Really?'

'Yes, but only on mutual ground,' he agreed. 'Tomorrow, after we move the stone, we take it with us and show it to them. Can I trust you to arrange a meeting somewhere?'

'Yes,' Yunhee replied breathlessly.

Jimin's mien was uneasy as he swiped up the container list and filed it away, but she returned his tight smile with gratitude, knowing that he was bone-tired after thirty minutes of disturbing news and burdensome choices that resulted in him having to liaise with Tae.

It was clear that their date was well and truly over, but she didn't have the heart to complain, not if Jimin chose to remain with Jin and Namjoon to try and salvage whatever they could from Taehyung.

It was a sacrifice she was prepared to make, a part of the underground life that she would have to get used to if she wished to be in a relationship with its king.

Yunhee stifled a yawn and stretched her limbs. 'I'm gonna head up. I know you guys have a lot to do, so I'll see you tomorrow.'

'Tomorrow?' Jimin rumbled as he clutched her wrist. 'I don't think so. Give me two minutes-'

'Jimin, it's okay-'

'The both of you get out of here, for God's sake,' Jin ordered as he plonked himself at the desk. 'We'll take care of matters and update you in the morning.'

'You go ahead,' Jimin urged, squeezing Yunhee's wrist as he placed a smooth kiss on her lips. 'I'll be right behind you.'

A flurry of butterflies infested Yunhee's stomach as she scurried from the study to the upper floor.

It had been so long since they'd slept together that she felt like a teenager all over again, anticipating her first night with her biggest crush despite being twenty-six years old and no angel in the bedroom.

What did she do until Jimin arrived? Wait on the bed with clothes on? Without clothes? Should she slip into a matching set of sexy lingerie?

Damn, she had nothing of the sort at the mansion, but if there was anything she could do to help take his mind off the life-changing event of the evening...

Before Yunhee could sift through her jumbled thoughts and come to some sort of verdict, she heard footsteps clipping on the foyer tiles below. A tingle of excitement pierced her belly; Park Jimin was a taunting son-of-a-bitch who enjoyed flirting with her twenty-four seven.

Perhaps he'd enjoy a taste of his own medicine.

Feeling mischievous, Yunhee dashed along the red carpet and positioned herself around a corner just as Jimin reached the top of the staircase and marched towards the master suite.

She watched him from the shadows as he walked inside, hearing his ragged breath increase when he realised that she was not where he expected.

Chuckling deeply, Jimin meandered out, his tongue poking his cheek as he stopped on the landing.

'Where are you, Hahm?'

Yunhee whispered Jimin's name, her heart pounding like a jackhammer when his head snapped in her direction.

'Don't toy with me,' she heard him snarl as she slid further along the wall.

Jimin's feet padded rapidly across the floor, but Yunhee scooted into the nearest guest room seconds before he rounded the corner. She cringed as she closed the door as quietly as possible, the thrill of the chase exhilarating her as she spun on her heel and crept into the en suite to hide.

With her ear pressed against the wood, she waited with bated breath and a huge grin, listening out for signs that he'd entered the bedroom to catch her out. The atmosphere was so unnervingly quiet you could hear a pin drop, giving the euphoric woman pause as her forehead wrinkled in confusion.

Had the Mafia King given up and gone to bed? Maybe he was not in the mood for games tonight.

Opening the en suite a smidgen, she peeked out into the opaque space, her avid eyes skirting over the dimmed double bed and oak furniture in search of him.

Certain that Jimin was not in the room, Yunhee tiptoed back through the dark space and creaked the door open with clenched teeth to assess the landing.

He was nowhere in sight.

'What the heck?' she whispered.

Peeved that she was going to have to pursue him, Yunhee huffed and grasped the handle to swing the door open. She jumped in fright and hunched her shoulders, however, when a firm hand slapped it shut right above her head.

Jimin's hot, panting breath wafted against her curls, his knuckles whitening against the oak as his lips brushed along her shoulder and up to her ear.

'Where are you going?'

Yunhee shivered, turning around with meticulous care and precision to find Jimin towering over her. His looming presence and blackened eyes sent a pool of heat straight to her core, a pool that throbbed to life as he tucked her chin and trapped her against the exit.

'Were you trying to escape?' he rasped as his fingers splayed along her jaw.

Yunhee could do nothing but gulp and nod, ensnared by his penetrating gaze as he held her captive.

'What are you waiting for, hmm?' he whirred as he played with the hem of her blouse. 'Door's right there, darling.'

The words departed Jimin's lips in a gravelly veil of lust, the familiar phrase reminding Yunhee of the night he'd kidnapped her and challenged her to run from his club. It was what she wanted, and she was more than willing to participate in their heated role-play after kick-starting the game.

Her breathing became perilously shallow as Jimin ironed his thumb along her lips and tilted his head with a terrifyingly stern expression. There was no weapon holding her in place, but she was very much in danger of perishing as his eyes twinkled with mischief and desire.

Swooping down, he captured her mouth and sucked her bottom lip between his teeth until she moaned and surrendered beneath his body.

'Much better,' he mumbled after retreating an inch.

Yunhee fisted his shirt to prevent herself from sliding to the floor; she'd never been so turned on in her entire life, but when Jimin spoke his next words, she swore the relentless ache that only he could heal would be the death of her if he didn't act now.

'Stay with me for a while, darling. I insist.'

Jimin snatched her arse and hiked her up off the ground, their mouths melding together in a filthy clash of tongues while her feet locked around his waist and he fumbled for the door. They were free within seconds, colliding into tables and ornaments as they blindly navigated their way across the landing.

There was no room for air, their lips barely parting when he carried her into their bedroom, but there was time for stolen glances of devotion, two pairs of eyes that spoke volumes to each other as she cupped his face and smiled down at him.

'You're so beautiful,' Jimin croaked, laying her on the mattress before sluggishly removing his clothing.

Yunhee admired his imperfections as he knelt between her parted legs and brushed his fingers along her quivering thighs. The toned abdomen blemished with fading bruises, the ribs and shoulders puckered with bullet marks, both old and new.

They were wounds she longed to touch and shower with love while he fucked her languidly.

Stripping away her floral blouse and skirt, Jimin made light work of tonguing every inch of her flesh as he deprived her of her underwear. His mouth savoured her dewy skin, gravitating around her trembling limbs until he dipped between her legs and enveloped her pulsating bud with a husky growl of satisfaction.

The euphoria lasted mere seconds, the cry that leaked from her throat short lived as Jimin crawled over her body and rubbed his cock along her entrance. Arching her spine off the bed, she gripped his shoulders, his fingers twisting in her locks as pushed inside her.

Yunhee objected when he drew away, his brow creased in delightful agony as he fisted her hair and thrust into her again while muttering fractured words of passion and immorality. She sensed his frustration, knowing he craved the solace of their companionship before he broke into a thousand pieces.

Rolling their bodies, Yunhee slapped her palms onto his thighs and inhaled sharply as she adjusted to the tip of his cock brushing her cervix. Lifting his head, Jimin's lips parted in bliss, his gaze glued to where they were joined as she began to ride him.

'Fuck...' he gasped, promptly sitting up to help her bounce on his lap. 'That's it, darling.'

Yunhee rested her cheek on his shoulder and focused on pleasuring him for all she was worth, but it was all too much, the flurries of air bounding off her neck, the jubilation flowing through her veins.

The scarlet welts sliced through his skin at the top of his back.

'Jimin,' Yunhee choked, tears stinging her eyes at the distressing sight. 'Jimin, what-'

He knew why she was crying. And that was why he cloaked her face with his hands and made her look away.

Pressing their foreheads together, Jimin left her with no option but to peer into his doting eyes as he bucked his hips and fucked her. He kept a steady pace, beads of sweat dripping from his temple, his mouth swallowing her sobs of joy until they came undone.

Yunhee's damp breasts were plastered to his chest, a contented smile on her lips as he stroked her damp hair and kissed his way along her clavicles.

It took a few minutes for them to come down to earth and catch their breath, but when they did, Jimin flipped her onto her back, dragging the sheets over their clammy bodies as he tugged her into his embrace.

'Did he do this?' Yunhee muttered as she delicately ran her fingers over the lashings decorating his shoulder blades.

Jimin winced, but nodded in response, his eyes glazed with moisture as he alleviated her woes with a gentle kiss.

'I'm sorry, Jimin. For what he did to you. For losing your business, for everything-'

'Don't,' he cut her off firmly, his fingers wringing her waist in a desperate bid to forget. 'Not tonight, darling.'

'But your club-'

'Yunhee,' Jimin sighed, clasping her chin as her salty tears dripped onto the pillow, 'stop thinking about it. Jin will handle everything.'

With a shaky breath, Yunhee nodded and allowed him to blanket her in an affectionate hug.

'I'll always be right behind you, Little Legs, no matter how crazy things are.' Jimin's drowsy voice seeped through the muggy air as he balanced his chin on top of her head and lulled her to sleep. 'I'll always find the time for us, no matter what.'

***

And there you have it, two humongous chapters of fun, filth and drama.

It's almost time for the truth to come out muahahha - will the stone prove everything that's happened? Will they be able to remove it? :D

I hope you all enjoyed.

27th April 2021