The heavy doors of the Emperor's grand bedroom closed behind them, sealing them in their private sanctuary. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, with the weight of something inevitable. Jimin's fingers were still laced with Jungkook's as the Emperor led him forward, his grip firm but gentle—like he was guiding him into something sacred. Yes the emperor had for the first time bought his spouse to his bedroom & Jimin he was equally aware what this meant, he had slowly entered not only in the Mafia Emperor's heart but also entered in his life in his bedroom with slow yet deliberate steps immersed of his love for his husband.

The room was bathed in the dim glow of golden chandeliers, casting long shadows across the lavish space. Deep crimson curtains framed the enormous windows, swaying lightly from the cool breeze slipping in through the gaps. At the center, an enormous bed stood, black silk sheets pooling onto the black marble floor, as if waiting—just like Jungkook was waiting.

Jungkook turned to face Jimin, his dark eyes scanning him, drinking in the sight of his lover in his space. His home. His bedroom. He had brought Jimin here tonight, not as the right hand of the Jeon Empire, not as his shadow, but as the person who had become his everything his spouse.

Jimin met his gaze, a small knowing smile playing on his lips. He lifted his hand, brushing his fingertips along Jungkook's cheek, his touch feather-light.

"I will show you tonight," Jimin whispered, his voice smooth as silk, "the fourth stage of love."

Jungkook exhaled slowly, his anticipation evident in the way his hold on Jimin's wrist tightened. He had been immersed in every stage before this—he had surrendered to them completely. But tonight... tonight, he was eager. He wanted this. Wanted Jimin.

Wanted to be devoured by whatever this next stage of love had to offer.

But then—

A sudden shiver ran through Jimin.

His body tensed, and for a brief moment, he froze.

His breath hitched, his fingers gripping Jungkook's forearm as his vision blurred. His pulse spiked, and an unfamiliar chill wrapped around his spine. His gaze flickered up—

And he saw it.

Crimson red eyes.

Jungkook's irises burned, the deep red swallowing the black entirely, glowing ominously in the dimly lit room. The color of blood and fire. The color of something ancient, something terrifying.

Jimin's heartbeat slammed against his ribs.

But just as quickly as it came—

It was gone.

The red vanished, and Jungkook's dark, familiar black eyes were staring at him again, laced with concern.

Jimin inhaled sharply, willing himself to stabilize.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook's deep voice cut through the silence, his brows furrowing. His hands came up to hold Jimin's arms, grounding him.

Jimin blinked. Was he imagining things? Maybe it was the lighting, or the exhaustion creeping in from the long day. He forced a small smile, shaking his head.

"Nothing," he murmured. "It's nothing."

Jungkook didn't look convinced, but he let it go. For now.

Instead, he reached for Jimin's waist and guided him towards the massive bed. They both sat, the mattress sinking beneath their weight. The space between them was almost nonexistent, their knees touching, their breaths mingling.

Then, Jimin exhaled, letting the moment settle.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the fourth letter, placing it gently onto Jungkook's palm.

"This stage," Jimin began, "is Admiration with Trust."

Jungkook unfolded the letter carefully, his eyes scanning the delicate handwriting.

Jimin's voice was low, sultry, as he began reciting the words.

"My eyes start to smile when they see you."

Jimin's fingers brushed against Jungkook's temple, tracing the shape of his brow, then lower—ghosting over his cheekbone.

"You don't even have to speak, master," Jimin whispered. "The moment I see you... I feel everything."

Jungkook's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He simply felt—letting Jimin's words seep into his soul.

"I feel that you're closer to me than my own life."

Jimin leaned in as he sang, his forehead pressing against Jungkook's, his breath warm against his lips.

"There is nothing that separates us anymore," Jimin murmured. "Not this empire. Not our pasts. Not even ourselves. You are me, and I am you."

Jungkook's throat bobbed. His hands instinctively found Jimin's waist, gripping tightly.

"You're God's gift to my empty hands."

Jimin's lips brushed against Jungkook's jaw, barely touching, just a whisper of warmth.

"You were alone for so long, weren't you, Emperor?" Jimin whispered against his skin. "No love. No warmth. Nothing but shadows."

Jungkook closed his eyes, his grip tightening.

"But now," Jimin continued, kissing the corner of his rosy pierced lips, "you have me."

Jungkook turned his head slightly, capturing Jimin's lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Slow. Deep.

A kiss of acceptance.

Of devotion and trust.

"There can never be anyone like you."

Jimin tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his fingers weaving into Jungkook's thick long hair. He tugged slightly, and Jungkook let out a quiet groan against his lips.

"Never," Jimin whispered against his mouth. "No one else. Just you."

Jungkook's hands roamed lower, gripping Jimin's hips, his breathing heavier now. But Jimin wasn't done.

He pulled back, just enough to see Jungkook's slightly dazed expression. His rosy thin lips were slightly swollen, his pupils blown wide.

Jimin smirked.

He continued.

"Even your doorstep is sufficient for me to bow down and my head to worship you."

Jimin trailed his fingers down Jungkook's chest, over the hard planes of muscle, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

"You are the only thing I bow to," Jimin murmured. "My Emperor. My beloved."

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his fingers digging into Jimin's hips, trying to ground himself.

But Jimin wasn't letting him.

He was making him feel.

Making him surrender.

And Jungkook let him.

He wanted this.

"I ask for your well-being, my beloved."

Jimin's hand found Jungkook's, fingers interlocking.

"I don't ask for power," Jimin murmured. "I don't ask for wealth. I don't ask for anything else in this world."

Jungkook stared into his eyes, his heart pounding.

"I ask for you."

A deep inhale.

Jimin lifted Jungkook's hand, pressing a slow kiss against his knuckles.

"I ask for your happiness." A kiss to his wrist. "Your safety." A kiss to his palm.

Jungkook's entire body shivered.

And then—Jimin smiled, bringing Jungkook's hand to his own chest, pressing it over his pounding heart.

"Because this heart..."

He leaned in, pressing his plump lips against Jungkook's once more, deep and consuming.

"Beats only for you."

Jungkook broke.

Whatever restraint he had, whatever control he clung to—snapped.

He pushed Jimin back against the silk sheets, his body hovering over his lover, lips crashing into his with raw hunger.

Devotion.

That was this stage.

Not just love, not just passion.

But the kind of surrender that was eternal.

Unbreakable trust.

And as they tangled themselves into each other, as their touches became more feverish, as their whispers turned into gasps—

Jungkook realized something.

Jimin wasn't just his shadow.

He was his light.

His sanctuary.

His devotion.

The air between them was heavy—thick with unspoken words, with emotions so deep they drowned in them. Jimin's fingers traced over Jungkook's jaw, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through the Emperor's body. The silk sheets beneath them crumpled under their shifting forms, but neither of them cared. Not when Jimin's voice held him captive, when each word laced with devotion bound him in a way nothing else ever had.

Jimin let out a soft breath, his lips barely brushing against Jungkook's as he whispered the next lines of his song—the fourth stage of love sinking deep into their skin, deeper into their souls.

"Oh god, I don't need anyone else other than you."

Jungkook's eyes darkened, his grip tightening around Jimin's waist as if the thought of losing him, of letting him slip away, was unbearable. Jimin felt the strength of it, the silent plea in the way Jungkook held him—not just physically, but with something deeper.

Jimin smiled against his lips, brushing his fingers over Jungkook's cheek before pressing a kiss right beneath his eye.

"Just like me, You never will," Jimin murmured. "You'll never need anyone else. I'll be here—only me."

Jungkook exhaled heavily, his forehead dropping against Jimin's, his fingers tightening their hold. His heart was pounding—he knew Jimin could feel it.

"I ask for your well-being, my beloved."

Jimin ran his hands down Jungkook's chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his touch. Jungkook let out a slow breath, his eyes locked onto Jimin's, trying to decipher the depths of his emotions.

"You're so used to protecting others," Jimin whispered. "Always shielding, always giving."

Jungkook swallowed thickly, his fingers twitching where they rested against Jimin's sides.

"But tonight," Jimin continued, "let me pray for you. Let me ask for you and let me worship you."

Jungkook's throat felt tight, his fingers gripping Jimin's hips harder, pulling him closer.

Jimin lifted Jungkook's hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle softly. His lips trailed down, brushing over his palm before pressing it flat against his own chest—letting him feel the rapid beating of his heart.

"This heart," Jimin whispered, his voice trembling slightly, "beats for you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's breath hitched.

And then—Jimin pressed another lingering kiss against his palm, sealing his words into his skin.

"Oh God, Oh demons, I ask for your well-being, my beloved."

A shadow flickered behind Jungkook's eyes at those words, something unreadable flashing through his expression. Jimin noticed it again—the brief flicker of crimson, gone before it could fully surface. But instead of fear, Jimin's grip tightened around him.

He wasn't afraid of Jungkook nor Jungkook's demons.

He would love him with them, through them, despite them.

Jungkook's chest rose and fell unevenly, his lips parting slightly, but Jimin didn't let him speak. Instead, he pressed his lips against his forehead, murmuring against his skin.

"Even if the whole world turns against you," Jimin whispered, "I will still ask for your well-being. I will still pray for you."

Jungkook shut his eyes tightly, his jaw clenching. He didn't deserve this. Didn't deserve Jimin's unwavering devotion, his unshaken love. But Jimin—Jimin gave it freely.

Gave himself freely.

And Jungkook—he didn't know how to handle it.

"I pray for nothing else."

Jimin tilted his head, brushing his lips over Jungkook's jaw, soft and slow.

"Nothing," Jimin murmured. "I want nothing else in this world but you."

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his fingers digging into Jimin's skin, like he wanted to etch this moment into his soul.

"You make it so hard," Jungkook whispered, his voice hoarse.

Jimin smiled against his skin. "Hard to what?"

Jungkook turned his head slightly, lips barely grazing Jimin's. "To keep myself from falling apart."

Jimin's breath hitched.

"You don't have to hold yourself together with me," Jimin whispered back. "Fall apart. I'll catch you every time."

Jungkook's fingers curled into Jimin's hair, pulling him down into a deep, slow kiss. It was not rushed, not desperate—but filled with something heavier, something raw.

It was an acceptance.

A surrender.

Jimin pulled back, his breath uneven, but he continued.

"I was scattered like broken glass."

Jimin cupped Jungkook's face, his thumbs tracing the sharp angles of his jaw.

"And You were too, weren't you?" Jimin murmured. "Before me. Before this. You were breaking, weren't you, Master?"

Jungkook's eyes flashed, his grip tightening on Jimin's hips, but he didn't deny it. Couldn't. Jimin sang next.

"But I gathered myself when you touched me."

Jimin's fingers traced down Jungkook's throat, feeling the way he swallowed thickly.

"You're whole now," Jimin whispered. "Because I'll never let you shatter again."

Jungkook inhaled sharply, his hands gripping Jimin's waist so tightly he could feel the burn of it.

"I don't want to count those moments in my life, which I've spent without you." Jungkook voiced out.

Jimin let out a soft laugh, tilting Jungkook's chin up to meet his gaze.

"Then let's forget them," Jimin murmured. "Let's rewrite everything—just you and me."

Jungkook stared at him, eyes dark and unreadable.

And then, he flipped them, pinning Jimin beneath him against the silk sheets.

"You really mean that?" Jungkook murmured, his voice a whisper against Jimin's lips.

Jimin smiled, lifting his hand to cup Jungkook's cheek.

"Every word."

Jungkook let out a slow, shaky breath, his lips trailing down Jimin's throat, pressing kisses against the warmth of his skin.

Jimin arched beneath him, fingers weaving into Jungkook's hair, tugging slightly.

Jungkook groaned.

Jimin chuckled breathlessly. "You're addicted to me."

Jungkook smirked against his skin. "And you love it."

Jimin hummed. "I really do."

Their breaths mingled, the room drowning in warmth, in tension, in love.

And as Jungkook leaned in once more, capturing Jimin's lips in one more deep kiss that spoke of eternity—

Jimin whispered against him.

"You're the moonlight in my darkness, in which I want to drown forever, my love."

Jungkook's breath stilled.

And then—he kissed Jimin again.

Deeper.

Slower.

Like he was sinking.

Like he was drowning in him, just like Jimin wanted.

Jimin's voice was a soft melody in the dimly lit room, his words weaving between the spaces of their breaths, filling every inch of the silence with something sacred. The Emperor, the most powerful man in the empire, lay before him—unguarded, unarmored, stripped of every pretense. And yet, Jungkook had never felt more powerful than he did at this moment.

Jimin's fingers ghosted over Jungkook's cheek, tracing the sharp angles of his face as if memorizing every detail. His lips curled into a gentle smile, his gaze tender.

Jungkook's breath hitched at those lines.

The words struck him like an arrow, precise and deep. Because hadn't he spent an entire lifetime without Jimin? Hadn't he existed in a world that felt cold, empty—until now?

Jungkook swallowed thickly, his hand reaching up to cup Jimin's wrist, pressing his lips against his palm. "Then let's never spend another moment apart," he murmured against his skin.

Jimin's fingers twitched, his heart pounding.

"No other colour appeals to me, since I've been coloured in your colour."

Jimin's voice was barely a whisper, his eyes burning with something indescribable.

Jungkook's lips curled into a slow smirk, his free hand sliding over Jimin's waist, pulling him down flush against him. "Then stay painted in me Jiminah," he murmured, his voice husky.

Jimin let out a soft breath, his fingers trailing down Jungkook's throat, resting over his pounding heartbeat. "I already am," he whispered. "You've dyed every part of me in you, master."

Jungkook's grip tightened, something raw flashing in his eyes.

"You're mine," he murmured, a quiet declaration.

Jimin nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Forever Yours."

Jungkook exhaled shakily, his forehead pressing against Jimin's.

"I ask for your well-being, my beloved. I pray for nothing else."

Jimin's hands cradled Jungkook's face, his thumbs tracing over his cheekbones. "I would burn the world to the ground if it ever threatened you," he whispered. "You don't even need to ask—I have already prayed for you."

Jungkook let out a low chuckle, his fingers sliding up Jimin's spine, making him shiver. "You're dangerous, my shadow." he murmured.

Jimin smirked. "And you always love it."

Jungkook hummed, his lips barely grazing over Jimin's. "I do."

"O my beloved, my life, now exists due to you."

Jimin's voice trembled slightly as he whispered the next lines, his fingers curling around the nape of Jungkook's neck. "You are the reason I breathe, Jungkook," he murmured. "Even if I had nothing left, as long as I have you—"

Jungkook pressed a finger against Jimin's lips, silencing him. His eyes were intense, burning. "Don't say it," he murmured. "Don't even speak of a world where you don't have me. That world doesn't exist, Jimin."

Jimin's breath hitched, his fingers tightening in Jungkook's hair.

And then—Jungkook kissed him again.

It was slow, deep, consuming.

Jimin melted into him, their bodies molding together, the warmth of their skin igniting something electric. Jungkook's fingers traced over Jimin's back, memorizing the way he felt beneath his touch, the way his breath stuttered whenever Jungkook deepened the kiss.

"My breaths exist due to you, without you there's no meaning to it."

Jimin pulled back slightly, his lips swollen, his breath uneven. He tilted his head, brushing his nose against Jungkook's. "Then take them," he murmured. "Take every breath of mine, every heartbeat—everything. It's already yours."

Jungkook groaned softly, rolling them over so he was hovering above Jimin, his weight pressing him into the silk sheets. "You'll be the death of me," he murmured.

Jimin smirked. "Then let me be your most beautiful death, my Emperor."

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his forehead dropping against Jimin's shoulder as he let out a breathless chuckle.

"Your love is like a cloud, my thirst is like the sea. I'm intoxicated by your love." Jimin's voice was barely above a whisper now, his hands roaming over Jungkook's bare skin, tracing every inch of him, feeling every breath he took. "I'll never get enough of you," he admitted. He said as he pecked Jungkook's cheek engulfing the emperor closely and tightly.

Jungkook lifted his head, his dark eyes locked onto Jimin's. "Then drown in me," he murmured. "Let me ruin you with my love."

Jimin shivered, his fingers digging into Jungkook's back. "Jungkook—"

Jungkook cut him off with another kiss—deeper this time, more desperate more aggressive than the last ones.

Jimin gasped against his lips, his body arching into him, surrendering to the fire, to the raw passion that threatened to consume them both. As he sang next.

"My heart loves to be in your heart's streets."

Jimin barely managed to get the words out before Jungkook pinned his wrists above his head, his lips trailing down the curve of his throat.

"You belong in my arms, not my streets, Jeon Jimin." Jungkook growled against his skin.

Jimin let out a soft laugh, tilting his head to give him more access. "Then keep me here forever," he whispered.

Jungkook smirked against his neck, biting down gently. "I plan to."

Jimin's breath caught, his entire body trembling beneath him.

Jungkook lifted his head, his gaze unreadable. "Are you afraid?"

Jimin blinked up at him, something soft and dangerous in his eyes.

"Of you?" Jimin whispered. "Never."

Jungkook's breath stilled.

And then, he crushed their lips together again for the nth time tonight, his hands roaming over Jimin's body, tracing every inch of him like he was engraving him into his soul.

"I ask for your well-being, my beloved. I pray for nothing else."

Jimin whispered the words like a prayer, his arms wrapping around Jungkook's shoulders, pulling him down against him.

Jungkook kissed him deeply, his entire body pressing into Jimin's as he whispered against his lips—

"Then let me be your only prayer."

Jimin exhaled shakily, his fingers sliding into Jungkook's hair, pulling him closer. "You already are," he murmured.

Jungkook let out a slow, satisfied breath, his lips brushing against Jimin's temple.

"Yes, there are stories of love which are in books."

Jungkook smirked, pressing a kiss to Jimin's jaw. "But ours will never be just a story, Jimin."

Jimin turned his head, their noses brushing. "Then let's create our own legend," he whispered.

Jungkook's gaze softened. "We already have."

Jimin smiled, tilting his head back as Jungkook kissed down his throat.

"I want to repeat everything with you in my life, want to recreate all those stories with you."

Jungkook lifted his head, eyes filled with something raw, something powerful.

"You're mine in every lifetime," Jungkook murmured unsure of why he said that but he meant it.

Jimin smiled, his fingers tracing over Jungkook's lips. "And you are mine, my Emperor."

Jungkook smirked, leaning in to capture his lips once more.

And in that moment—

Time ceased to exist.

Because in this lifetime, and every lifetime after—

They would always find each other

The Fourth Letter – Admiration & Trust

Jimin reached into his pockets, his fingers brushing over the familiar texture of the black envelope. His heartbeat was steady, his mind calm—but his soul burned with emotions too vast to contain.

Jungkook watched him with quiet intensity, his dark eyes gleaming under the soft glow of the candlelight. He was waiting. Expecting. Perhaps even yearning.

Jimin exhaled softly as he placed the envelope between them. His fingers lingered over it for a moment before he pushed it toward Jungkook.

Jungkook picked it up, his thumb running along the edges. He had received three before, yet each time, his heart pounded like it was the first. With deliberate slowness, he broke the seal and unfolded the letter inside.

Jimin's handwriting was elegant, precise—just like his love.

The Fourth Letter

"Fourth stage of Love: Trust and Admiration"

Jeon Jungkook,

I have watched you from afar and up close. I have seen you in war, in peace, in solitude, and in the company of those who would lay down their lives for you. I have seen you as the Emperor—powerful, unyielding, ruthless. And I have seen you as the man—Jungkook, the boy who once believed he needed no one, who built walls so high even he could not climb them. I've seen you overcome pain, I've seen you suffer and hold strongly again and rise up like the sun you're agaisnt all betrayals.

And yet, here we are.

You have let me in.

Not just into your life, but into your mind. Your soul.

It is not love that keeps me by your side, Master. Not love alone.

It is admiration and trust.

I admire the way you rise, despite every force that has tried to bring you down. I admire the way you carry the weight of a thousand burdens on your shoulders and still walk like an Emperor you are. I admire your strength, not just in battle, but in the way you protect those who matter to you.

But most of all—

I admire the man beneath the crown.

The one who allows himself to be vulnerable in my arms. The one who, despite all odds, despite all reasons not to—has begun to trust.

And trust, my love, is far more sacred than love itself.

For love can be blind. But trust—trust is a choice.

I trust you, Jeon Jungkook.

Not just with my body, but with my heart. My secrets. My soul and I trust you with my life.

And now, I ask for yours in return.

Will you trust me, my Emperor?

Yours,
Jeon Jimin

Jungkook's grip on the letter tightened, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. His throat felt tight, as if the words had reached into his chest and squeezed his very soul.

Admiration. Trust.

Jimin had given him both. Not just in words, but in the way he stood by him—unwavering, unshaken, unafraid.

Jungkook lifted his gaze, his dark eyes locking onto Jimin's. "You trust me," he murmured, almost disbelieving.

Jimin smiled, reaching into the folds of his robe once more. From it, he pulled out a single, delicate pink rose.

Soft. Beautiful. Timeless.

He held it out between them.

"This is for you," Jimin whispered. "For this stage. For trust. For admiration. For us."

Jungkook took the rose carefully, his fingers brushing against Jimin's. He stared at it, the pink petals almost glowing under the warm candlelight.

Slowly, he looked back up at Jimin, his lips curving into a rare, genuine smile.

"I trust you, Jimin," Jungkook murmured, his voice steady.

Jimin's breath hitched.

And in that moment—

The fourth stage of love was sealed.

Jimin's fingers brushed against Jungkook's as he handed him the delicate pink rose. The air between them was thick with something unspoken, something more than just the stages of love they had been walking through. It was something deeper. Something sacred.

Jungkook's gaze dropped to the flower in his hand, his thumb tracing over the soft petals. Pink. It was different from the others Jimin had given him before. Less intense than red, more tender than white. It was a color that spoke of admiration, gratitude, joy—and desire.

Jungkook swallowed. "Why pink?" His voice was hushed, as if afraid to disturb the weight of the moment.

Jimin tilted his head slightly, his eyes soft yet steady. "Because pink is the color of gratitude," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "Gratitude for what has been, for what you've done for me master... and anticipation for what is yet to come."

Jungkook exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening around the rose. "And what is yet to come?"

Jimin smiled, reaching out to gently take Jungkook's hand, pressing the rose between their palms. "Everything."

Jungkook blinked, his heart stumbling at the certainty in Jimin's voice. The way he spoke, the way he looked at him—it made something inside Jungkook unravel.

"You admire me," Jungkook murmured, eyes flickering over Jimin's face. "That's what you wrote in the letter."

Jimin nodded. "I do."

Jungkook scoffed lightly, shaking his head. "You admire a man who has done terrible things."

Jimin didn't flinch. Instead, he lifted Jungkook's hand, the one still holding the rose, and pressed a lingering kiss to his knuckles. "I admire a man who has survived terrible things," he corrected. "And who, despite everything, is still capable of love and the man who has never done those terrible things to me."

Jungkook's breath hitched. His fingers twitched beneath Jimin's lips.

Love.

It wasn't the first time Jimin had said it—but tonight, it felt heavier. More real.

Jimin's other hand reached up, slipping through Jungkook's hair, fingers tangling gently in the strands. Slowly, carefully, he took the pink rose and nestled it into Jungkook's man bun, securing it between the dark locks like a quiet promise.

Jungkook closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting himself feel it. The touch. The trust. The weight of everything Jimin had given him tonight.

When he opened them again, Jimin was watching him—waiting.

Jungkook exhaled deeply, shaking his head with the faintest hint of a smile. "You make it impossible to guard myself from you."

Jimin chuckled, his fingers trailing down Jungkook's cheek. "Good," he murmured. "Because I don't want your walls. I want you."

Jungkook swallowed, his hands finding Jimin's waist, pulling him closer. "You have me." His voice was quiet, but there was no hesitation.

Jimin's breath trembled. "I know."

And as he leaned in, pressing his forehead against Jungkook's—

The fourth stage of love bloomed between them, fragile yet unbreakable.

The air between them was thick with something unspoken, something more than just the stages of love they had been walking through. It was something deeper. Something sacred.

The warmth between them shifted—softness dissolving into something heated.

Jimin didn't move away, didn't break the closeness. Instead, he let his fingers trace along the sharp lines of Jungkook's jaw, his touch featherlight, teasing. Jungkook's breath stuttered as he tilted his head slightly, chasing the warmth of Jimin's fingertips.

"I admire you," Jimin whispered, his voice low, intimate. "But I also... desire you."

Jungkook's grip on Jimin's waist tightened, his fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. A slow exhale escaped his lips, his dark eyes flickering between Jimin's gaze and his parted lips.

Jimin smirked, dragging his nails down the column of Jungkook's throat, feeling the way his pulse quickened beneath his touch. "You like hearing that, don't you?"

Jungkook let out a quiet groan, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before he spoke, voice rough. "From you? Yes."

Jimin hummed in satisfaction. "Perfect."

Then, without warning, he pushed Jungkook back onto the bed.

Jungkook fell, the plush sheets catching him, but before he could react, Jimin was crawling over him, straddling Jungkook's waist with effortless grace. The shift in power made something dark flicker in Jungkook's gaze—hunger, raw and unrestrained.

Jimin smirked at the way Jungkook's hands immediately found his thighs, gripping firmly, almost possessively.

Jungkook arched a brow. "Feeling bold tonight?"

Jimin leaned down, brushing his lips against Jungkook's jaw, his breath warm and teasing. "I've always been bold, Emperor."

Jungkook shuddered at the way Jimin whispered his title, the way it felt more like a claim than mere words.

Jimin's lips trailed lower, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along Jungkook's neck, deliberately lingering over the sensitive spots he had discovered before.

Jungkook inhaled sharply, his grip tightening on Jimin's hips. "Jimin..."

"Hm?" Jimin murmured, his lips grazing the skin just below Jungkook's ear.

Jungkook exhaled, a shiver rolling down his spine. "You're testing me."

Jimin smirked against his skin. "I like testing you every time."

Jungkook groaned, his hands sliding beneath Jimin's shirt, fingers splaying across his bare waist, feeling the heat of his skin. "And what happens when you push too far?"

Jimin laughed, breathless. "Then I'll just have to see what you do about it."

Jungkook's patience snapped.

With a sudden shift, he flipped their positions, pinning Jimin beneath him in one swift motion. Jimin barely had time to react before Jungkook's mouth was on his—hungry, desperate, consuming.

Jimin gasped against the kiss, his fingers tangling into Jungkook's hair, knocking the pink rose loose. It fell between them, forgotten, but the meaning still lingered—admiration, gratitude, joy... and desire.

Jimin sighed into Jungkook's mouth, arching into him as their bodies pressed flush against each other. The heat between them was unbearable, the tension thick enough to suffocate.

Jungkook broke the kiss, breathless, his forehead pressing against Jimin's. His hands cupped Jimin's face, thumbs stroking gently along his cheekbones.

"You drive me insane," Jungkook muttered, his voice hoarse.

Jimin smirked, still slightly breathless. "So does you, drive me insane."

Jungkook exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

Jimin reached up, fingers brushing through Jungkook's hair, before tucking the pink rose behind his ear this time which had fallen on the sheets, letting it rest against his dark locks once more.

"I admire you," Jimin whispered, his voice suddenly softer. "For who you are. For what you've been through. For what you still choose to be."

Jungkook's throat tightened, his fingers curling around Jimin's wrist.

He didn't reply—not with words.

Instead, he pressed a lingering, almost reverent kiss to Jimin's palm, holding it against his lips for a long moment.

Jimin's eyes softened, his chest aching in the most beautiful way.

And as Jungkook whispered his name against his skin—Jeon Jimin

Jimin knew.

This wasn't just admiration it was something he had wished for so long. This was the bloom of love.

Hey guys so how was it ? The feelings the emotions and their words ?

Plus did you notice the new thing - those red eyes ? This hint will play a very big role in this novel.

Lemme know your thoughts

And next will be smut chapter little spoiler !!

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