This picture/ or this moment is a perfect visual how Jikook physically appear in this book (Jungkook's short hair like that more styled like in the picture of the last chapter while Jimin's is exactly like this -wavy, silver, mostly like this all the time)

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Okay - Chase Atlantic

*explicit scene*
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Jungkook's palace like mansion definitely did not impress Jimin at all. If anything he looks prepared to consider crawling back to the hole of his abandon building of darkness instead. Even as they walk through the main doors of the building to be met by lobby area of crowded men talking over one another, anyone could tell Jimin didn't fit in this environment at all.

These men wore suits of the best tailors in the city with flexing watches and accessorized weapons digging their holster or played between most of their tatted hands, cocky glints reflects their eyes regardless of the position they stand in this empire.

As long as they look good, get money, and follow the boss, they're treated like kings even if they're just the dogs Jungkook's throws a bone to every once in a while.

Meanwhile Jimin only wore what seemed to be like the gum under their shoes; ragged, dirty, maybe even bloody clothes despite Yoongi's efforts to clean up as much of the mess as possible with cleaning wipes to make him appear like he didn't just crawl out a zombie apocalypse. His feline eyes didn't hold anything behind them, only emptiness as he moves them over the room with not a lace of care in the world.

He's been in environments similar to this one before, and he has grown immune to show any sort of emotional fascination towards it. Even with the eyes scanning him from head to toe, he didn't even flinch or shiver away as they expected.

He held his guard almost like the ice over a frozen bond on a winters day; nothing but the sturdiness behind the clear solid surface that one would see as safe unless one tests some edges, where they're bound to break the ice to be attacked by nothing but the burning cold water with no chance of escaping.

That's Jimin. Ice. If one tests his surfaces, he'll come for them just as unexpectedly as one drowns in the water.

He's clear, almost see through, but deadly if made the simplest wrong move.

A beautiful twisted type of deadly like the icy pond, with a never ending winter.

Jungkook took notice in this character trait Jimin has, and instantly began to wonder what type of background this man holds to have this type of cage cocooning him like snow.

Almost like doll; pretty yet with no emotion.

A perfect assassin.

The perfect person Jungkook needs in his life to get the job done.

They suddenly walk through a set of mahogany double doors, leading to a completely different environment than how it was in the lobby.

This is a living room now, empty of people, with old fashioned furniture and paintings hanged up against the wall with a few statues in the correct places. A set of half spiral staircase moves up to a balcony, where another set of double doors are there to lead to the other side.

This is Jungkook's personal living area.

"You're going to be staying here for the time being," Jungkook tells him, making Jimin snap his gaze towards him, "Yoongi would prefer for you to stay with the goons, but I prefer having them alive the next day to do what I need them to do for me."

Smart boy.

Jimin chuckles drily to the thought as he runs a hand against the back rest of the red leather furniture as he follows Jungkook up the stair case, who continues on with his little tour.

More so telling him rather than showing him around.

"There's a kitchen down stairs, you can ask Chungha what you want and she'll make it," He says as he opens one of the double doors to reveal a long hallway, "But don't get on her bad side, she's skilled with knives."

Oh Jimin needs to meet her now.

Maybe they'll become best friends!

Jimin sure does love knifes.

The giddily small male only hums at the tall man as he follows Jungkook down the large hallway. The scenery here feels more like Jimin's type of living area, dim and dark. The lights aren't so blinding on contraire to the living room from the chandeliers hanged up the ceiling. The floor is a reflective crema marfil, almost marching with the lights and the beige color walls. On contrast to the living room, the walls are empty, setting a more casual aura to it rather than this classy and rich atmosphere. There's in total of five rosewood doors in this hallway, and Jungkook's not going into detail on who else shares that space inside until he stops in front of one door.

Right across a smaller pair of double doors.

"This is going to be your room, and if you need anything I'm right across but I prefer if you wouldn't bother me," Jungkook says as he takes out a key and unlocks the door.

Inside reveals the most biggest room Jimin has ever seen in his life.

Bigger than his scrappy one back to his so called home.

The floor is the exact same material as the hallway along with the walls, a queen sized bed with red duvet covers and a neat set of pillows. There's a cute set up of a coffee table and a love seat with two chairs across, a desk to one side of the wall with a computer resting on it waiting to be used.

Then came the best part, the large window beside the bed. It reaches from the ground to the ceiling, slim but not wide, revealing a scenery of trees and the city in a long distances like beautiful stars.

This is beautiful.

So beautiful.

This room is completely breathtaking.

Especially with its natural dim lights.

"There's also a closet and bathroom behind these two doors," Jungkook nods over, seeing how Jimin wordlessly moves his hands against the soft comforter of the bed, "Maybe we can do a little something for your..... Attire."

This made Jimin snap his head up instantly, narrowing eyes, "Style stays. I'm not going to be dressed up like your ken barbie dolls downstairs," he mutters, feet to the window with arms crossed, "I don't want to stay here, this is too.... Grand for me."

Jungkook frowns deeply to this in annoyance with arms crossed, "Well get use to it, this is your new home for now."

Jimin only gazed out the window and turns to look at Jungkook, "I can easily escape you know," he scoffs and strides towards him, the challenge glint in his eyes practically glowing brighter than the lights, "Or I can easily kill you right now for not giving me what I want."

The ravenette didn't even nudge to his threat, only glares down at him, "We have a deal-"

"Doesn't mean I have to put up with what you say on what I do," Jimin taunts, a smug smirk slightly tugging his lips, "I can easily do my job without your eyes on me, sir."

By now Jungkook is growing irritated, especially by how Jimin isn't showing the least bit intimidation by Jungkook's strategy of dominating the situation.

He's not afraid, of course he's not.

Everyone fears him, he doesn't do being afraid by anyone.

"You are staying here," And Jungkook snarls his teeth a him, jabbing a finger to his shoulder, "And that's final."

Oh how Jimin hates being ordered around.

And he'll make sure Jungkook understands that.

Jimin pursues his lips to the demand, narrowing his eyes like a menacing snake as he leans to his face, "Suck my cock, and then I'll reconsider."

All air suddenly clogged up Jungkook's throat, feeling as if he just got punched on the gut to the sudden suggestion.

Not even suggestion, to the sudden demand.

Did he fucking hear correctly?

Jungkook follows the way Jimin's eyes didn't even spare an emotion besides that same slithering narrowed eyed gaze of frigid darkness as he turns around and sits at the edge of the bed with hands planted on the mattress to lean for support. Jungkook still did not process what did he just said, most so hoping he was actually fucking around.

"Excuse me?"

Jimin narrow daze turned to a cocky one, so he tilts his head innocently, "Did I not make myself clear enough?" He asks and his smile drops, "I want my entire cock inside your mouth, now."

No way in hell was Jungkook going to do that, at all.

Absolutely not.

Who the fuck does he think he is barking orders in his fucking territory!

So he marches towards the small male and grabs the back of his hair to force him to look into his glaring eyes, "You think you can just make demands here-"

"I don't know.... That new beauty mark on your neck does look pretty convincing."

"Fuck you!" Jungkook growls angrily, gripping his hair tighter, "I make the demands here, me."

Jimin appears indifferent by Jungkook's barking and rolls his eyes, "Listen here kid, you came for my help. I make the demands on your life because I can easily walk out of here with your head sliced off or let your little sadist secret admire take that pleasure for themselves," and he suddenly stands up, making sure Jungkook sees the depth of his hallow glare, "If you want me to stay so badly, start putting that pretty mouth to good use, lovely."

Oh how badly Jungkook wanted to kill him right now.

He wanted to dismember him to pieces until he's nothing but body parts on the ground.

Maybe feed him to his dogs down stairs and figure out a better plan-

No.

Jungkook has tried everything, and it nearly costed his life every single damn time.

Jimin the only one who can find his fucking stalker with his skills and kill them already.

If he wants Jimin to stay close and make sure he does his job.... He has to put his little pride aside...... For fucks sakes.

After an angry glare Jungkook gives to Jimin, he aggressively lets go of his silver wavy hair, and gets to his knees. Jimin grins sadistically and sits back down, leaning back against his hands and nods to his pants.

"Don't bite, unless you want another carving on your milky skin," Jimin mocks drily, his dark gaze staring intently heavy at the way Jungkook's hands unbuttons and unzips his pants, moving his large hand to brush the end of his hoodie up to claps his waistband of his boxers to slide it slightly down to pull out his cock.

Now Jungkook felt a little nervous.

It's not like he hasn't had a whole dick shoved in his mouth before, but it was never because someone ordered him to do it. It was usually to make them melt between his fingers so he can take the dominance. However now, his dominance or intimidation doesn't exist. What does is this sudden need to please Jimin overcame his better senses, making his eyes slightly look up at him through his thick black eyelashes.

Jimin still held no emotions behind his eyes, only watching Jungkook as if this was a movie and he was the main protagonist about to do something impacting to the fuck with the whole plot of the story.

And that he was doing.

So after Jungkook licks his lips nervously, he closes his eyes and slowly takes his dick in his mouth. Jimin instinctively grunts with a mix of a sigh when feeling Jungkook warm breath against his sensitive skin as he slowly takes his whole, and slowly start to grind his tongue against his hard rock length.

"Fuck!"

Jimin groans and snags a fist full of Jungkook's hair with a rough hand, making Jungkook only travel his hands to Jimin's legs and grip his thighs tightly as he bops his head with hallow cheeks. That desperate want and need to hear Jimin make those noises of moans of desire only drove Jungkook to fight back his gag reflexes or the way his eyes began to tear up just to only hear Jimin unravel himself like this.

He sounds so fucking good.

Too good.

But Jimin had other plans.

He suddenly yanks Jungkook's head back by the hair and slams his back against the bedpost to sit down. Jimin is on his feet, hovered over him and his dick is shoved back inside his mouth.

And he's completely pounding into him.

Jungkook whines and moans against the tip of Jimin's dick slamming against the back of his throat, sending the sound waves of vibration to circulate Jimin's entire body as it feeds into his lustful cells in his body.

"Oh you're so going to my new favorite toy," Jimin bubbles a laugh with a head thrusts back to face the ceiling, "My favorite favorite toy indeed."

Jungkook couldn't even say anything by how roughly Jimin is fucking into his mouth, his lips now swollen with the tears gushing down his cheeks but he only grips the back of Jimin's thighs as he continues to fuck into his mouth.

Only thinking how it would feel to fuck him instead. How it would feel if his own dick was inside his mouth. Oh the many things Jungkook could do to Jimin, the possibilities drove him wild.

This is not fucking over, he will get his end for this.

After a few hard jerks, Jimin glances down at Jungkook, "Would you like my seeds in your body?"

The glare Jungkook sent him was enough to send Jimin into a fit of laughter again and he pulls away, releasing all over Jungkook's clothes instead.

By this point Jungkook was too breathless and frantically gasping for air to even care how his designer made suit is now covered in a psychopath's cum, only leans against the footrest of the bed relaxes with closed eyes as he catches his breath.

Damn his fucking jaw hurts now.

Jimin puts his package away and sits beside him, also breathing heavily as he leans his head against Jungkook's shoulder, "Well, this stalker is probably that bad huh? Guess I'm all yours for the stay, lovely."

Jungkook rolls his eyes to the nickname, raising a hand and trails it in between Jimin's legs as he turns to look at him with those murderous dark eyes, "Good," he chirps and grips his dick hard, making Jimin's breath hitch as Jungkook leans to his face, "In that way I'll show you who's the one in charge here, angel."

And with that he hastily lets him go and gets to his feet. Jimin follows him with his eyes smugly as he walks out the door, leaving a dazed Jimin to slide from the wooden footrest to lay on the floor with a lazily smile on his lips.

"I'm sure you will lovely, I'm sure you will."

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A/N:
Wow what a nice greet for a first stay :)

Well as you guys can tell already.... This story will have very explicit scenes, not just smuts but also gore scenes and drug abuse moments. If it gets overwhelming at any point in time, please stop reading.

Let's get it!!

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