Their look but imagine Jungkook with his Fake Love era hair hehe^^

My oh My - Camila Cabello ft DaBaby

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It smelled like alcohol and sweat.

A very nauseating swirl mixed together.

Jungkook could see the way Jimin is trying so hard not to gag on his blazer, wearing a deep grimace in disgust to the small club they arrived in.

He better hold that shit down since that suit is expensive!

It was hard, very hard to convince Jimin to wear a suit. However after Jungkook's pretty mouth around his aching dick again had him slightly reconsidering the offer.

Slightly.

He was swaying more toward cutting Hoseok's head off to then perhaps consider it but, obviously, that was not happening. So Jungkook offered him something better, in which he instantly took to consderation.

Let's just say Jimin's going to have his blood lust for killing be met when he murders one of Jungkook's traitors.

Nothing like giving a dog a bone to gnaw.

So now they're here, in this dark club, meeting a man by the name of RM.

Jungkook has heard of the Mafia leader before; The God of society as they call him. He is always in charge of any gathering that is presented, owns every club in the city and has a very interesting kink dressed up males.

Why didn't Jungkook think of him before to know who his assasin is?

"Oh fuck this club is fabulous!"

And Hoseok is with them too, with Yoongi along as well.

Let's just say that Hoseok has been cranky that Jungkook isn't spending enough time with him and wanted to come along. Jungkook didn't mind it for the sole reason being that he knew Hoseok can snatch up any type of his information just by using his fliritatious tongue and a very batter of his eye lashes.

He's perfect for this occasion.

Meanwhile, Yoongi had to stop Jimin a few times from actually assassinating the couple.

Oh how much he hates Hoseok, with a fucking passion.

"We could our King of sins be?" Yoongi asks lowly, looking around the dark red lights of the area, making sure they're safe from an danger.

Suddenly a man is approaching them; dressed in all white like an angel suit, tinted lilac hair that gleamed in a beautiful gold with his golden skin and vivid bright smile.

Jimin had to shuffle in his place to the slight twitch of his dick.

This man is fucking sexy.

"Mr. Jeon! How glad am I to see you again!" RM beams, grabbing Jungkook's hand and pressing a kiss on his knuckles, "I heard you wanted to discuss something with me?"

He didn't even bother hiding the lewd look in his eyes when they landed to Jimin, in which Jimin only returns with a seductive smile in return. Jungkook clearly fucking noticed and only plasters a professional smile to the man in return, "Most definitely."

They followed the man to one of the red leather sofas and chairs by the stage of strippers, each being offered a drink that Jungkook didn't even touch, only focuses on the man slightly adjacent from him, "I came for information on a name."

RM places an ankle to his knee, bringing up a tray with stips of white powder before snorting one up with a rolled up won. He grunts for a moment before settling his eyes back to Jungkook, grinning now, "And who may that be?"

"Cupid," Yoongi says from beside the couple, avoiding in disgust the way Hoseok is practically pawing at Jungkook's chest, "Ring any bells?"

There's no type of recognition flying over his face, still remaining expressionless with his grin. He didn't say anything for a moment, not until he looks over at Jimin. The silver haired male stares at him with his icy eyes, arms flat on the arm rest of the singular chair he's on with legs spread, almost as tempting RM by the slightest to yank him out of there.

RM smiles.

"I'm sorry," He says, looking back to Jungkook, "Doesn't sound so familiar."

Jungkook can be many things, but not an idiot. The sexual tension that RM have for Jimin is thick as it gets and he's more than willing to push past his slight annoyance just to get the damn information he needs to find out who his sadistic attempted killer is.

So he looks at Jimin, who's already staring at him.

The two share an look. The type of look almost as if they were fighting for dominance despite being a distance away. After a fierce glare from Jungkook's end, Jimin rolls his eyes before plastering a wide smile, catching RM's attention almost instantly.

Not like Jimin is complaining to get his attention, he's already thinking about what position to be in when he fucks him.

And he's not thinking about RM for that occasion.

"RM, we understand how well of a business man you are," Jimin drawls with a voice that sounded almost like a siren with a song, "I'm sure you can give us a little information..... We won't... Bite."

This evidently causes a reaction from RM, who thickly gulps when Jimin places a hand to his own thigh, tracing a thumb to the outline of his inner thigh, "Hm? What do you say?"

The tension between everyone here is completely passing it's limitation now. Jungkook feels his own member hardening to the slight feline gaze in Jimin's eyes, finding something attractive by how the red lights are gleaming over his presence; oozing an evil angelic aura that has Jungkook tempted on poisoning every cell in his body with his own lustful desire on tainting the angel.

Jungkook looks away, grabbing the glass of whiskey and drowning it down now to maintain himself calm.

It only made him feel worse

RM is recieving the full effect of Jimin's seductive aura, making him slide a thick gulp as he eyed the way Jimin traces his ringed fingers closer up to his pelvis before outlining the length of his dick. Any sense of logic travels out of RM's mind, feeling his own dick hardening as he sits up straight now, coughing lowly.

"I-I've never met Cupid personally," He says, making Jimin twitch a slow smirk, "They do rent out some of my clubs from time to time, nothing much from there. He's like a ghost, I don't know who he is."

This made Jungkook sit up, intruiged now, "Did he rent out one of your clubs recently?"

RM is now staring at the way Jimin purposely tracing to tip of his now harden dick from over his pants, making him shiver on the spot, "Yes he did..... But one can't enter without an invitation."

"Well that's easy," Hoseok mocks, a tender smile on his lips, "Can't you just get us an invitation?"

Jungkook himself is even having a hard time staying focused in this conversation, eyes forcing their way to Jimin's bulge on his pants that he can see perfectly well as he continue to tease himself with his fingers, keeping his eyes trained straight to RM like if he's his prey ready to pounce on.

Yoongi and Hoseok can't see his intention from their angle, beside Jungkook and RM.

Oh Jungkook knows that if it wasn't for the fact that Jimin is across RM, far from his reach, the lavender haired man would've fucked him on the chair by now.

And that alone infuriated Jungkook by the second.

"I can't," RM says, fighting his eyes to not look at Jimin to focus on Jungkook, even though he's long gone now, "This is a private type of event they do."

"I'm sure you can figure out how to get us an invitation," Jimin says, leaning farther back on the chair to give himself more of a better angle to let his hands explore farther up his length, "Right?"

Jungkook's grip around Hoseok's waist tightens, now bouncing his leg to control the rush of lust he feels deeply in his groin.

His tolerance is running very thin.

RM rubs his own leg nervously, his hand now twitching, "I-I will do my best."

Perfect.

Mission accomplished.

Jimin stops, a broad smile on his lips as he stops his teasing fingers from palming himself and sits up, "Good," And he moves his eyes to a frustrated Jungkook, "Well, we can leave now right?"

Yoongi and Hoseok are sitting there with lips gapped, unsure how the fuck Jimin managed to make RM choke out to become putty on his hands. If only they knew his little seductive actions that had him and their royal majesty lusting for him alone.

This snapped Jungkook out of his own lusting thoughts, standing up when Jimin did with a smile and a hand out to RM, "Pleasure doing business with you. Hope to see more information on those invitations!"

And he walks away while dragging Hoseok, more than eager on getting away from the small male with silver hair before he actually grows too tempted. Yoongi only bows at RM respectfully and walks behind his boss while Jimin only sends the man a smug smile and was about to walk away but a hand latches to his wrist.

"Can you spare a few more minutes?"

Jimin can tell by the slight quiver in RM's voice and the the way his hand his gripping his wrist that this isn't some business talk type of minutes being spared.

He smirks, broadly.

"Sorry," He says with a playful tone, ripping his hand from his grasp, "I already have a master,"

And he walks away, that cocky smirk toying his lips as he sees Jungkook eager to leave this place while the demon trails behind him.

Knowing one day, he is going to give into him soon, and Jimin will be patiently waiting for that day to come.

After all, RM wasn't the one he was trying to seduce.

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A/N:

Oop-

Wow......

I honestly really like this chapter. It shows more of Jimin's colors and his relationship with Jungkook in a way.

What a loyal man.

I'm debating how spicy to make the next chapter.... No smut yet but.... Hmm....We'll see haha

I PURPLE YOU!! <33