Sorry guys this chapter is not proofread hope you can bare if any mistakes pop up. I didn't had the time busy with my fucked up schedule.

After the meeting the Jeon power couple headed back to Jimin's mansion as per earlier decided. The ride was unusually silent a solitary of peace and calming. The driver in the front seat driving the sleek black Rolls Royce through the rainy night. The drizzling of the raindrops was beautiful in the dark sky just like Jeon Jimin's husband Jeon Jungkook who was seated beside him inside the luxurious car.

"Master...." Jimin said softly voice low filled with warmth to which the emperor hummed.

"Thankyou for the gift, I absolutely adore it and I mean it the way you had......." Jimin said but stops abruptly unsure how to complete the sentence further,
while intertwining their fingers as the wedding bands shine under the soft dim light of the car.

"I know what you're trying to say Jimin but I only did that because..... I consider you as my spouse truly now, not just my right hand." The emperor said while looking outside the glass window watching the rain pouring heavily now but Jimin had a beautiful smile decorated on his face hearing this.

Jimin leans head on the Emperor's shoulder who stiffens at first but later headed down within few seconds still not used to the day to day intimacy but with Jeon Jimin he can always try he knew that.

"What if I ask you something, I was just curious and..... kind of wanting it even since we've done everything related to our marriage. Including the wedding night gift." Jimin said while his remained closed head on emperor's shoulder.

"And what is that ?" Jungkook asked easing his eyebrows. His attention now fully on his husband.

"What if you and me go on honeymoon? I've seen couples being overly enthusiastic about that I wasn't to experience it too....." Jimin said awkwardly waiting for his husbands reaction. The line made jungkook surprised and which flowed later into a soft chuckle not of humiliation nor degrading just an amusing chuckle.

"Never thought I would see myself coming to this day.... But I guess I'm a husband now, so why not Jiminah?" Jungkook said while checking his phone, Jimin jolts a bit in a surprise as he look widely in Jungkook's eyes.

"You're not messing with me are you ?"

"Well I don't need words to mess with you dangshin...... if I want I can." Jungkook said with a smirk plastered over his face as he pulled Jimin into his lap as if the man didn't even weight anything. And but hardly on those milky white collarbones making Jimin to shudder on his thighs with breath hitched at the sudden action.

"And where are we going? I don't have any place specific in mind?" Jimin asked blushing hardly.

"Would you be understanding if I even consider our positions, Jimin?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Since we both are the very important figurines of Jeon Empire and the underworld,  you know we can't afford to say away for a longer period." Jungkook said his voice low as he circled his fingers on Jimin's thighs.

"How could I even forget that and not to mention out of the blue you even made me vice chairman." Jimin said groaning as he leaned again on Jungkook's chest getting more comfortable in his lap.

"Exactly Jimin, the Emperor and his shadow can't disappear together at once, it's too dangerous and we can't afford that. That's why, we will have to break your plan of this..... into bits." Jungkook replied while smoking his cigarette.

"You know you can say it aloud it's honeymoon not that bad term, master." Jimin said with a chuckle.

"But nevertheless you didn't tell where are you taking me ?" Jimin asked now curiously.

"About that, Jeon Jimin it will be seven different places, just like the way you're pouring me in this seven love stages of yours, it's natural that Jeon Jungkook wouldn't give anything less in return especially to his dear spouse, isn't it ?" Jungkook said in his husky dominant voice, a prominent smirk plastered over his handsome charming face and to which Jimin nearly lost his balance in Jungkook's lap not believing his ears.

"Did I took you off guard, dangshin ?" Jungkook asked brushing his lips against Jimin's. Jimin's heart rammed against his chest when he heard the new nickname dangshin, not babydoll, not baby boy, not honey, no kitten, nothing not any of the fancy English words but this simple yet meaningful Korean nickname used by married couples dangshin, and now even his stomach's feeling was weird..... kind of air filling him up, is this what teenagers calls feeling butterflies in stomach ? Jimin questioned internally.

"You're copying my......" Jimin said in hushed breath blushing becuase of the close proximity feeling Jungkook's breath and the lip ring of the emperor gazing his bottom lip.

"And it's only fair in return, of what you're doing with me, speaking of which I'm curious about the fifth stage now." Jungkook said in husky dominant voice his teeth now nibbling on Jimin's lips. Jimin's hand clutched on Jungkook's blazer suit for dear life. Where is that confident every dangerous ice cold right hand gone. How this man make Jimin so helpless just with his mere words and touch?

"Master, can you elaborate about what you said..." Jimin said in low voice struggling hold his sanity in this man's lap.

"It's simple each different place, will define your each of the seven stages of love you have showed me. But you've to be considerate Jeon Jimin. Considering our roles it might take long time for us to complete this..... honeymoon. Unlike other couples." Jungkook said his grip tight on Jimin's waist while his other grazing Jimin's hips.

Seriously can Jimin get any other man any other partner like this ? The feelings are not complete but Jungkook was trying, his husband was igniting the same spark of his level, if this is what Jungkook was doing for him in fifth stage then Jimin can't even comprehend how much his husband will love him back at the end of seventh stage, and how will he love him all their life . Could Jimin get even more lucky than this ?

Jimin was in mess of emotions his mind reaching with several thoughts excitement, disbelief, amusement, greatfulness, shock, happiness all at once. As he quickly snaked his arms around the emperor's neck to pull him into a soft chaste kiss. Jimin was about to enter his tongue in Jungkook's mouth but the Emperor stoped him bringing him out of his holy trance.

"Jeon Jimin behave, we have reached don't won't Jihyun and yoona to see you this needy. You've a reputation to maintain." Jungkook said strictly while Jimin scooted himself awkwardly from the Emperor's lap, almost whining and glaring at his husband.

All four of them had dinner with subtle conversations mostly with the hyper active words by the younger ones while these two just replied sweetly. And after a while both couples went to their respective rooms.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, flickering shadows dancing along the silk-draped walls. The world outside did not exist—not in this moment, not in this sacred space where only they belonged.

"Are you ready for the fifth stage master ?" Jimin asked lovingly to his husband who was seated in the bed his toned legs manspread.

Jimin approached the Mafia Emperor as he gently pulled the Emperor to himself and hovered on top of him. Jungkook lay beneath Jimin, his breath uneven, his dark eyes locked onto him as if he were the only thing keeping him tethered to this world. The Emperor—his Majesty, Lucifer, the ruler of the underworld—was laid bare, unguarded, stripped of the weight of his empire.

And Jimin worshipped him.

Not as an Emperor.

But as his love, his god, his everything.

Jimin's lips hovered over Jungkook's skin, breath warm, voice soft, a prayer in the form of a song. As he began with his melodious soothing voice.

"If 'approach' is written by me, you will approach me. If 'sit' is written by me, you will sit with me.
If your head rests on my shoulder, and 'sleep' is said, you will sleep..."

Jimin let his fingers trail down Jungkook's chest, slow, reverent, tracing every scar, every muscle, every inch of the man who had endured so much. His lips followed, pressing delicate kisses along Jungkook's collarbone, his throat, his jaw—each touch a vow.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his fingers threading into Jimin's hair, gripping tightly, as if he needed to hold onto him—ground himself.

Jimin smiled against his skin. "You're always so strong," he whispered, lips brushing against the shell of Jungkook's ear. "But tonight... let show you how strong my love is for you."

Jungkook's chest rose and fell beneath him, his grip tightening on Jimin's waist.

Jimin continued, his voice dipping lower, his lips ghosting over Jungkook's own.

"When I wrote 'fate', I wondered if you were my fate and as I see your eyes. I see my fate in your mesmerising eyes..."

He let his hands roam down, palms flat against Jungkook's abdomen, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his touch.

"If 'life' is written by me, Your breath took away my heart within you and oh again your beauty, made me surrender my life all for you at your feets." Jimin sang as he pressed a deep kiss on Jungkook's rosy lips when he sang the word beauty.

Jungkook's eyes darkened, his lips parting slightly, his control slipping and now red by the kiss.

Jimin smirked, leaning in, letting his breath tickle Jungkook's lips.

"Come, I will recite a poem. Whatever word I say will become real.
If 'heart' is written, your heart will stop. If 'lost' is written, you will be lost..."

Jungkook was lost. But again what made Jimin to sing this line to him.

"Why would my heart stop ?" Jungkook questions.

"Becuase your heart, will beat only until my heart stops, master."

Lost in Jimin's voice, in the warmth of his body, in the way Jimin devoured him—without hunger, without greed, but with something deeper. And the words made shivers run down the Emperor's spine so deep yet beautifully haunting.

Something sacred.

Jimin pressed a kiss to Jungkook's chest, right over his racing heart. "Do you feel that?" he whispered. "The way your heart beats only for me?"

Jungkook swallowed hard, his fingers tightening on Jimin's hips.

Jimin smiled against his skin. "It's mine now," he murmured. "Your Every beat, your every breath, your every sigh... belongs to me."

Jungkook shuddered.

Jimin continued, his voice like a spell binding them together.

"If I sigh, you will, too. If 'restless' is written by me, you will be restless.
Then I will erase the 'r' in 'restless,' so you can have some peace..."

Jimin lifted himself slightly, his eyes locking onto Jungkook's. His fingers brushed over Jungkook's jaw, gentle, loving, before trailing down Jungkook's throat, feeling the way he swallowed thickly.

"You never rest," Jimin whispered. "You bear the weight of the world, the burdens of an empire. But tonight..." His hands slid down Jungkook's chest, over his ribs, down his sides.

"Tonight, let me erase that weight."

Jungkook's breath hitched again.

Jimin leaned in, brushing his lips over Jungkook's forehead, then his temple, then down the bridge of his nose.

"If 'J' is written, you will think of me but not of yourself.
If 'Jimin' is written, your sleep will go away.
When 'Jimin's Jungkook ' is written, something will happen to you.
If 'love' is written by Jungkook's Jimin, you will fall in love with him..."

Jungkook's fingers curled into Jimin's thighs. His control was slipping, unraveling with every word, every touch. Hearing these line the Emperor's eyes were almost moist.

Jimin smiled.

"Tell me, master..." His voice was a whisper, teasing, worshipping.

"What happens to you... when I write 'love'?"

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his grip bruising, his body trembling beneath Jimin.

He opened his mouth, but no words came.

Only a shaky breath.

Only surrender.

Jimin leaned in again, his lips hovering over Jungkook's, but he didn't kiss him. Not yet.

Instead, he sang the final verse, his voice soft, devoted, filled with nothing but love.

"Within the depths of my heart, there lies my beautiful love, (Jimin said pointing at Jungkook) blooming like a beautiful garden.
Your presence fills the essence of my soul, like a delightful fragrance..."

Jungkook's heart stopped.

Just for a second.

Just long enough to feel what Jimin was doing to him.

And then—Jimin kissed him.

Slow. Deep. Reverent.

Not out of hunger.

Not out of desire.

But out of worship.

Jungkook's hands tightened on Jimin's body, pulling him closer, deeper, wanting more—

Needing more.

And Jimin gave it to him.

Not just his body.

But all of him.

His heart, his soul, his love, his worship.

His everything.

The candlelight flickered, casting golden shadows against silk sheets, but the world outside had ceased to exist. Jimin had erased it, written over it with the verses of his song, with the worship of his lips, with the silent prayers whispered into Jungkook's skin.

Jungkook lay beneath him, breath uneven, his Majesty—Lucifer himself— reduced to nothing but a man, undone by the very thing he never thought he needed.

Love. Worship. Devotion.

Jimin watched him carefully, his fingers tracing the shape of Jungkook's jaw, memorizing every angle, every breath, every flicker of raw emotion in his dark eyes. Jungkook's fingers were still digging into Jimin's skin, as if afraid that if he let go, Jimin would disappear.

But Jimin wasn't going anywhere.

He had always belonged here.

Slowly, reverently, Jimin sat up, reaching into the folds of his robe. The letter in the same black envelope. He had written it long before tonight, long before he had seen Jungkook like this, but he had always known.

This stage would come.

The moment when Jungkook would not just accept Jimin's love, but surrender to it and fall in love with him deeply.

He pulled out the envelope, placing it between them. The golden seal gleamed in the candlelight.

Jungkook's breathing was still uneven as he eyed the envelope, his fingers flexing slightly. He had received four before this, each one shifting something within him.

But this one...

Jimin had never given him a yellow rose before.

Jungkook's gaze lifted, locking onto Jimin's. "A new color," he murmured, voice slightly hoarse.

Jimin smiled.

"Yellow is for devotion, for friendship, for unwavering companionship," he whispered. "For hope."

Jungkook swallowed. Hope.

A foreign thing. A dangerous thing.

Jimin reached into his robe again and pulled out the rose, its petals soft, golden, bright against the darkness around them. Jungkook had received Orange, blue, purple and pink before. But this?

Jimin leaned forward, pressing the flower to Jungkook's lips. "For you," he murmured.

Jungkook exhaled slowly, his gaze heavy, unreadable. Then, he took the rose from Jimin's hands, his fingers curling around the delicate stem.

Jimin watched him.

Watched as Jungkook lifted the envelope next, breaking the seal with deliberate slowness. His hands were still strong, capable, calloused, but now—there was something softer in the way they trembled slightly as he unfolded the letter.

Jimin knew.

Jungkook wasn't afraid of wars or empires.

He was afraid of this.

Of something as fragile as love and they both knew that Jeon Jungkook had already fallen in love with Jeon Jimin.

But Jungkook read anyway.

The Fifth Letter

"Fifth stage of Love: Hope & Worship"

Jeon Jungkook,

I do not worship gods.

I do not kneel before idols or any holy embodiment.

I do not pray to anything I cannot touch, cannot hold, cannot love.

But you—you, my love, my Emperor, my everything—

You are my only worship.

You do not ask for prayers.

You do not believe in mercy.

You do not wait for salvation.

But if I could bring the heavens to their knees for you, I would.

If I could rewrite every sin you carry, I would.

If I could offer my soul at your feet, I already have.

I have given you my breath.

I have given you my body.

I have given you my devotion.

But tonight, I give you something far greater.

Something I never thought I would possess.

Hope and love.

Hope that you are not a man destined to be feared, but a man destined to be loved.

Hope that no matter how many demons whisper your name, I will only whisper prayers for you.

Hope that even if this world turns against you, even if your hands are stained with a darkness no one else can understand—

I will still stand beside you.

Not behind you.

Not beneath you.

But beside you.

Now and forever.

My love, my Emperor, my worship—

Believe in me.

And let yourself believe in love.

And hope that you're capable of love and loving someone but that's only me who will love you unconditionally.

Not that I will allow anyone to love you ever, you're only mine and I don't share what's mine.

Yours, only yours,
Jeon Jimin

The silence after Jungkook finished reading was deafening. The words he said yeas ago flashed in his mind. That Jimin loved him without him giving any of that to Jimin, yet his husband has loved him without so much of honesty, sincerity, loyalty and warmth.

I shouldn't blame you, Hyung. I've realized I'm not someone who's meant for love. I don't blame you; it's not new for me.

"A fucking sorry? After leaving me in the middle of nowhere? What was that I couldn't give you, huh? Was my love not enough? Was I not able to satisfy you? Was I not caring enough, Hyung? What fucking was it that you saw in that Seokjin? Why can't nobody love me? Why is it always that nobody cares about me, my own parents, and now you too?

Jimin watched him carefully, his heart hammering in his chest, waiting—waiting for him to understand what this meant.

Jungkook's fingers tightened around the letter. Jimin's devotion, his love and his words are the answers to all his previous agony and questions. Jimin has completed him in every way.

Then—slowly, carefully, reverently— he lifted the yellow rose.

Jungkook stared at it for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable, before lowering it to his lips.

And then—the Emperor kissed it.

Jimin's breath hitched.

When Jungkook finally looked at him, there was something in his gaze that had never been there before.

Acceptance.

No hesitation. No fear.

Only hope and endearing love.

Jungkook placed the rose between them before reaching forward, cupping Jimin's face between his palms. His thumbs brushed against Jimin's cheekbones, his dark gaze searching, burning, devouring.

Then, softly—

"You worship me?"

Jimin's lips parted. "Yes," he whispered. "Completely."

Jungkook's breath stilled. Then, slowly—he smiled.

Not a smirk.

Not a taunt.

A real smile.

Soft. Hopeful.

And then—he pulled Jimin down, capturing his lips in a kiss that sealed the fifth stage of love.

It was deep. Slow. Unrushed.

Because for the first time—

Jungkook was no longer afraid to receive love.

Jimin had given him hope.

And he accepted it.

Jimin didn't move. He couldn't. Not when Jungkook was looking at him like that—like he already knew. Like he had always known.

The tension between them was thick, suffocating, dangerous. It clung to the air, curling around their bodies like an unspoken command, like something neither of them could escape.

Jimin's lips parted, his breath uneven.

Jungkook's smirk deepened. "What's wrong?" he murmured, voice low, teasing, but there was something else beneath it. Something dark. As he kept the letter and the yellow rose carefully at the night stand.

Something knowing.

Jimin's fingers twitched against Jungkook's chest. "You tell me," he whispered.

Jungkook exhaled softly, slow, deliberate. His fingers, which had been resting against Jimin's waist, tightened, pressing into his skin just enough to make him shiver.

"You're acting strange."

Jimin let out a breathy laugh, a little forced, a little unsure. "You have no idea."

Jungkook hummed. "Maybe you should show me, then."

Jimin's pulse stuttered. Before he could respond, Jungkook moved.

Fast. Fluid. Precise.

One second, Jimin was above him. The next—his back was pressed against the maroon silk sheets, Jungkook's body caging him in, forearms braced on either side of his head.

Jimin gasped. Jungkook watched him. Dark eyes. Hooded gaze. Breath warm against Jimin's lips. The shift was immediate.

The electricity, the hunger, the unbearable heat coiling between them—

It snapped.

Jimin barely had time to react before Jungkook's lips crashed into his.

The kiss was not soft.

It was not sweet.

It was fire.

Burning, consuming, erasing everything but this moment.

Jimin's breath hitched as Jungkook's fingers tangled into his hair, tugging slightly, deepening the kiss until Jimin was moaning into his mouth, back arching, pressing closer, needing more.

Jungkook gave it to him. He kissed him like he was claiming him. Like he was devouring him.

Like he had waited lifetimes for this.

Jimin was losing himself.

His hands gripped onto Jungkook's shoulders, nails digging in, dragging down the muscles of his back. He wanted to pull him closer, tear him apart, drown in him.

Jungkook groaned, low and deep, the sound vibrating against Jimin's plump lips.

Then—his mouth moved lower.

Along his jaw. Down his throat.

Jimin gasped when he felt teeth against his chest near to his nipple. Sharp. Dangerous. A warning.

Jungkook didn't bite.

But he could.

And Jimin knew it. His breath shuddered.

Jungkook lifted his head slightly, watching him beneath hooded eyes, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. His fingers pressed into Jimin's ribs, pinning him down just enough to make him tremble.

Jimin's own fingers slid down Jungkook's chiseled back, lower, nails scraping against his skin.

Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath.

"Jeon Jimin."

His name.

Spoken like a command. Like a plea. Like an oath. Jimin's heart slammed against his ribs.

He reached up, fingers grasping Jungkook's jaw, tilting his face back down. Lips brushing. Breath mingling.

On the edge—so close.

Jimin could feel the shift.

It was in the way Jungkook held him down, in the way his fingers pressed into his ribs, in the way his breath brushed against his lips, hot and uneven.

It was in the way their bodies fit together—urgent, desperate, inevitable.

Jimin's pulse pounded, his chest rising and falling in tandem with Jungkook's as their lips hovered just millimeters apart, neither willing to break the tension just yet.

This wasn't just need.

This was something deeper. Something irreversible.

Jimin's voice was nothing but a whisper. "Yes master ?"

Jungkook exhaled, his lips curling into a smirk. His gaze flickered down to Jimin's mouth before meeting his eyes again—dark, burning, unreadable.

And then—his smirk faded.

Something shifted in his expression, something quieter, heavier, more dangerous than desire.

Jimin felt it immediately.

His entire body stilled.

Jungkook's grip tightened around his wrists, pinning them further into the mattress as he leaned in closer, lips brushing against Jimin's ear.

And then, softly—

"Jungkook" the emperor whispered.

"Call me Jungkook."

Jimin's breath caught. His eyes widened, shock slamming into him with the force of a bullet.

He blinked up at the Emperor, his pulse stuttering, chest tightening with something indescribable.

Because—what?

Jimin had never—not once—spoken his name in all senses, under normal circumstances it was either because of anger or their earlier slip up at the Jeon Corporation but he hadn't ever got the permission to say it out aloud by the Mafia Emperor himself

No one did.

Not his enemies. Not his subordinates. Not even his most loyal men. To be precise not a single soul.

Jungkook was His Majesty. Master. Emperor.

The name Jeon Jungkook did not belong to this world. It was a sin, an unspoken law, something untouchable.

And yet—here he was, breaking his own rules, offering something sacred to his spouse.

Jimin's lips parted, his voice barely a whisper. "What...?"

Jungkook lifted his head slightly, studying him, waiting.

Then, his thumb brushed over Jimin's bottom lip, slow, deliberate. His voice dropped lower.

"Say it. Dangshin"

Jimin shivered.

Because this—this was not just a name.

This was Jungkook giving him something no one else had in this world.

This was him lowering the walls, letting Jimin in where no one else could enter.

This was intimacy in its purest form.

Jimin swallowed thickly, his fingers shaking slightly as they reached up to cup Jungkook's face. His throat felt tight, his heart hammering so hard he was sure Jungkook could feel it.

And then—he finally said it.

".... Jeonggukk."

The moment the name left his lips, Jungkook inhaled sharply.

Jimin felt it—the way his body tensed, the way his fingers dug into his skin like he had been waiting for this, craving it.

The name fell from Jimin's lips like a silent prayer, like a vow, like something that had been waiting to be spoken for centuries.

Jungkook's jaw clenched, his breath turning ragged.

Then—he kissed him.

Hard. Deep. Consuming and feverish.

Jimin gasped against his rosy lips, his hands slipping into Jungkook's long hair, pulling him closer, melting into him, surrendering.

Because in this moment—

He was not kissing the Emperor.

He was kissing Jeon Jungkook.

And that changed everything.

Jungkook groaned, shoving him deeper into the sheets, his lips trailing lower, down his throat, along his collarbone.

Jimin arched beneath him, his body burning, aching, begging for more.

Jungkook's hands roamed lower, slower, teasing, torturous.

Jimin's breath hitched. "Jeonggukk—"

And then—

Jungkook's eyes darkened.

His grip tightened. And just as he moved—

—the phone rang bursting the silence .

"Your Majesty—!"

A voice. Urgent. Loud. Breaking the moment like glass. Jungkook froze as Jimin answered Jungkook's phone.

Both of them snapped back to reality. Both of them panting, shaking, needing.

Jungkook's jaw clenched, his head turning slowly, dangerously, murderous intent burning in his eyes.

Jimin exhaled sharply, still trapped beneath him, body still aching, heart still pounding.

A pause.

A moment.

And then—

Jungkook's voice, low, sharp, venomous.

"You better have a fucking death wish."

And guys when you pronounce in Korean Jungkook's name actually sounds as Jeon Jeonggukk so it's written in this spelling when Jimin voices his name. So no confusions okay, plus Jeonggukk sounds more sexy and hot.

And how was the chapter ? The lyrics of Jimin's song when J is written that part especially I need your reactions !!!