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Jimin is leaving the back room of one of his clubs, having just finished a horrifically tedious meeting discussing finances, when he sees the prettiest boy that he’s ever seen.

He’s sitting at the bar, seemingly alone, toying with an almost-empty glass of a clear drink—a vodka soda, perhaps? Jimin can’t be sure.

But he’s beautiful, sitting there and just existing , and Jimin would be damned if he didn’t go over there to join him. Perhaps, after a drink or two, he won’t be going home alone tonight.

The bartender excuses himself from the couple that he’d been serving when he sees Jimin approach the bar. He knows by now that Jimin gets served first. He owns the place—he doesn’t need to wait.

“Whiskey. Neat,” Jimin says, and the bartender immediately starts to reach for Jimin’s favorite bottle—an expensive one, but by far worth the price. “Oh, and make the man in the black button down another of whatever it is he’s finishing up. On me.”

Seokjin raises an eyebrow at the request. It’s not often that Jimin buys anyone a drink, and he almost never does so with the intention of leaving alone. He pours Jimin his whiskey without question, however, sliding it over to him before starting on the drink for the man that caught Jimin’s eye.

Jimin doesn’t go to sit next to him; instead, he takes a sip of his whiskey and waits, humming in appreciation at the taste. He watches Seokjin slide the drink over, then say a few words before gesturing at Jimin. The man glances towards Jimin, who makes eye contact with a small smile, before turning away with a faint blush.

Cute , Jimin thinks.

Soon enough, the man is rising from his chair, drink in hand as he walks around the bar toward where Jimin is. He sits next to him, licks his lips in a manner that has Jimin quite distracted before he speaks.

“The bartender told me you ordered me this,” he says. His voice is sweet like sugar. “Thank you.”

Jimin takes another sip of his whiskey. “Of course. Anything for someone with a face as gorgeous as yours.”

“Mmm, I don’t know. You’re just as handsome.”

Jimin smirks at the way Jungkook eyes him, gaze flickering over his suit, the dirty blonde hair he has pushed back to expose his forehead, and his lips, just a little shiny from gloss that Jimin couldn’t resist putting on earlier. “Thank you, gorgeous. Although—perhaps I could have a name?”

“Jungkook. Yours?”

“Jimin. Do you come here on your own to drink very often, Jungkook?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Not really; too expensive. Just wanted to relax tonight, I guess. Treat myself.”

“Well then, how about I treat you? Could take you home tonight,” Jimin suggests. “I’d treat you so well, if you’d let me. You wouldn’t regret it.”

Jimin can see the want in Jungkook’s eyes. The way he bites his lip even when he hesitates. “I don’t usually—I don’t do one night stands. Not often.”

“Then I’ll take you out on a date tomorrow,” Jimin responds easily despite the voice in his head telling him that he shouldn’t, finishing off his drink. “And another after that, if that one works out.”

Jungkook quirks an eyebrow. “You really want to sleep with me, don’t you?”

Jimin shrugs. “I know when I want something. And I do want to sleep with you, but I’d love a date with someone as pretty as you. You seem sweet. I like that.” He doesn’t see enough of that in the world anymore. And he shouldn’t have offered a date—should have refused anything that wasn’t no-strings-attached fucking, but he can’t help it. Jungkook is just so cute , and he’s attractive, and Jimin wants.

“I live with someone else, so we can’t go there.”

“I’ll take you to mine.”

Jungkook drains the last of his drink. “Okay. Take me home, then. And on a date tomorrow.”

Jimin grins, standing. “As you wish.”


 

Jungkook’s eyes are wide as they step into Jimin’s apartment—it’s a bit amusing, how amazed he is by the spacious apartment. Penthouse, more like, windows facing out towards the lights of the city.

“Are you a CEO of some kind?” Jungkook mumbles as he approaches the windows, looking out.

Jimin approaches him from behind, sets hands on his waist and sliding them around to press close to Jungkook. “Something like that,” he murmurs. Jungkook sighs as Jimin kisses his neck, tilting his head to the side to allow more. “But you can look around later. How about we go to my room for now? Or we can stay here. I’d be fine with either.”

The way Jungkook’s breath hitches lets Jimin know that Jungkook might be just as into the thought as Jimin is. “Let’s go to your room,” Jungkook says, slightly breathless, and easily allows Jimin to pull him away down the hall.

His room is just as large and spacious as the rest of the penthouse, but this time Jungkook pays it no mind. Instead, he allows Jimin to push him into bed, laying back against the pillows as Jimin straddles his waist, leaning in to kiss his jaw and neck and collarbones. He smooths his hands over Jungkook’s shirt—the texture is silky, smooth, but the real pleasure comes from the way Jungkook arches into Jimin’s touch. How he twitches when Jimin’s hands smooth over his nipples through the fabric, sensitive.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby,” Jimin speaks against Jungkook’s skin, presses his lips to Jungkook’s collarbone to taste, to suck a mark because he can’t resist the temptation. “Can’t wait to have you naked under me. Fuck, wanna make you feel good.”

Jungkook’s hands grip Jimin’s waist, sliding down to hold his thighs as his head falls back into the pillows, letting Jimin do anything he’d like. “You’re already making me feel good,” he laughs. “But I wouldn’t oppose more.”

Jimin unbuttons Jungkook’s shirt slowly, unable to resist the urge to kiss every inch of skin as it’s revealed, unable to stop himself from flattening his tongue against Jungkook’s nipple and listening to the breathy moan. He helps Jungkook push his shirt off, then tugs the belt off for him. He’s already hard, straining against the black jeans he’s wearing and fuck , Jimin can’t wait to touch and taste.

He slides down between Jungkook’s legs, mouths against the bulge through the fabric and grinning at the way Jungkook’s thighs shake a little. He feels fingers in his hair as he undoes the button and the zipper.

“Lift your hips for me?” he asks, tugging down as Jungkook does so, helping him entirely out of his clothes.

And damn if Jungkook isn’t absolutely beautiful underneath the dress shirt and jeans, perfectly toned, cock hard and curved against his stomach, lip bitten as he looks down at Jimin.

“Will you take your clothes off too?” Jungkook asks. “I wanna make you feel good, too.”

Jimin laughs a bit, leans in and presses a kiss to the base of Jungkook’s cock. “Trust me, baby,” he says, lips moving against the skin. “You do. Turn over for me? Wanna eat you out.”

Jungkook blinks, cheeks flushed. “You want to do that?”

“If you’d like that. Yeah, I would.”

Jungkook complies easily, rolling onto his stomach and helping Jimin push a pillow under his hips to raise them. He runs his hands down Jungkook’s back, watching the way his spine curves and how his muscles tense under the skin at the touch. He smoothes a thumb over Jungkook’s hole and listens to the shuddering breath that Jungkook takes.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” he says, leans down and presses and open-mouthed kiss to Jungkook’s hole. He flattens his tongue against it and drags, hands gripping Jungkook’s thighs to keep him still as he shivers at the sensation.

It doesn’t take long before Jungkook is dripping into the pillow his hips are pressed against, legs shaking as Jimin thrusts his tongue into Jungkook’s hole. He keeps trying to grind down, to get friction, but it’s hard —because Jimin is holding him in place, keeping him from getting more .

“Jimin,” he moans, and his voice is almost a slur. “More, c’mon. Want you in me. Want you to fuck me.”

He presses a finger in alongside his tongue and listens to the gasping moan that Jungkook lets out.

“So good,” Jungkook is saying, eyes closed. His voice is mindless, steeped in pleasure.

Jimin reaches for the lube soon after, fucks first the one finger into Jungkook, then two, and then three. Jungkook is rocking back against his fingers as he works him open. He’s so deliciously responsive, sensitive to every touch from Jimin and it’s beautiful.

“Gonna fuck you now,” Jimin finally breathes, unable to keep drawing things out any longer. He’s quick in pushing his pants off, in ripping open a condom packet and sliding it on over his length before coating it in lube. “Ready, baby?”

“‘M ready, ‘m ready,” Jungkook pants, hips pressing back as Jimin’s tip presses against his hole.

Jimin groans as he sinks into Jungkook’s tight heat, as he fucks in slowly and finally bottoms out, hand tight around Jungkook’s waist.

He moves his hips slowly, lips on Jungkook’s shoulders as he begins to move, savoring the drag, the tight pull and the way Jungkook clenches around him. “You take me so well, Jungkook,” he praises. “Feels so good around me.”

Jungkook rolls his hips back to meet Jimin’s thrusts, making a frustrated noise. “Do I feel good enough for you to go faster?” he asks. “For you to fuck me harder? I asked for more .”

Jimin’s eyes darken. He’s never been one to let a challenge go.

“You want to get fucked harder? I can do that, baby. Hand on the headboard.”

Jungkook braces himself against the headboard just as Jimin thrusts back in—the pace he sets is hard and fast, no longer worried about savoring anything. Now he just moves, fucks Jungkook hard enough that his knuckles turn white where he grips the headboard, chasing pleasure while listening to Jungkook moan his. He wraps a hand around Jungkook’s length when he feels himself getting close, when his hips stutter and he moans when he comes, thrusting into Jungkook one last time.

Jungkook fucks into Jimin’s hand a few more times before he comes as well, streaking both the pillow under him  and Jimin’s hand with white.

It’s a while before either of them move, before Jimin pulls out despite Jungkook’s hiss of displeasure, rolling away and heading into the bathroom before returning with a damp towel with which he cleans the both of them off.

“You’ll stay tonight?” Jimin asks softly as he climbs back into bed after Jungkook, wrapping an arm around his waist as Jungkook presses back against him.

Jungkook hums, already half asleep. “We have a date tomorrow. Might as well.”

Jimin chuckles and sits up, unbuttons his shirt and lets it drop to the floor so he can slide down next to Jungkook fully naked, skin against skin. It’s warm, and while he’ll probably be too hot and sweaty in the morning, now it’s comfortable. He kisses Jungkook’s shoulder softly.

“That’s true,” he says. “Sleep now, then.”

They fall asleep together, and Jimin thankfully isn’t kept awake with thoughts of how bad of an idea all of this is.


 

When Jimin wakes up the next morning, it’s to Jungkook sleeping peacefully next to him and a text from Hoseok.

 

From: Hoseok

There’s been more skirmishes than usual with handoffs lately. You may have to come oversee the big one in a few weeks.

 

Jimin bites back a curse. He hates it when stuff like this happens—when buyers start thinking they’re entitled to what Jimin sells them, that they shouldn’t have to pay as much or that they deserve more. As far as Jimin’s concerned, it’s their fucking fault for getting hooked on coke or whatever the hell they're buying.

Now he’ll have to go attend the next big trade-off to make sure nothing happens. It wastes everyone’s time, and he hates it. He has people employed for this, for fuck’s sake.

But things are less likely to happen when he’s around, and he needs to make sure that his men are competent.

 

To: Hoseok

Let me know when. I’ll go if I have to.

 

“What are you doing?”

Jimin turns over to see Jungkook blinking at him sleepily, seemingly curious. Jimin sets his phone down and wraps an arm around Jungkook’s waist, tucking close. His skin is warm, comfortable.

“Just a text from a coworker,” Jimin says “He needs some help with work next week.”

Jungkook frowns. “You sure you don’t need to go in today?”

“Definitely not,” Jimin assures. “We have a date today, remember?”

Jungkook grins, cute and innocent and Jimin hates the niggling feeling in the back of his brain that tells him that he’s going to ruin something precious by indulging in the desire to really pursue this relationship that he already wants far more than he should. “Just making sure.”

They roll out of bed after that, Jimin tugging a giggling Jungkook into the shower with him. His skin is soft to the touch, and Jimin loves the way Jungkook shivers under his touch when he massages shampoo into his hair.

“Do you always treat your one-night stands so well?” Jungkook asks when they’re eating breakfast—it’s nothing fancy, just something Jimin had ordered from downstairs.

Jimin raises his eyebrows. “I usually don’t take anyone home at all,” he says. “If I plan on a one-night stand, I go to theirs. I thought you wanted a date.”

“I did,” Jungkook says, frowning a bit as he pokes at his food. “But I thought you were just indulging me for the sake of sleeping with me, I guess.”

“And you decided to sleep with me anyway?”

“Have you seen yourself? Of course I did. You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”

Jimin snorts. “Clearly you haven’t seen yourself. But as for whatever your assumptions were—I haven’t dated in a while, Jungkook. Boyfriends aren’t the best idea when you’re in my line of work,” He swallows down that guilt again. “But I thought that I’d try again, I suppose. You gave me a good excuse.”

Jungkook thinks about this for a moment. “Makes sense that you said you were a CEO of some kind” he comments, gesturing around at the apartment. “I mean, clearly you have a nice job.”

“Like I said before; something like that.” Jimin grins. “Why, do you like the idea of a boyfriend who can give you nice things?” he teases, enjoying the blush that blooms on Jungkook’s cheeks.

“That’s not what I—”

Jimin waves him off. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me. I have more than I know what to do with, and I’d love to spoil a boyfriend of mine. If he deserves it, of course.”

The way that Jungkook seems to waver is adorable. “Maybe,” he admits.

Jimin decides to have mercy. “How about we just go on that date for now?” he offers. “We can decide on that other stuff if things work out, okay?”

Jungkook nods eagerly, and Jimin can’t help but think that Jungkook is far too good for someone like him.


 

The date goes well. Jimin goes for something simple, choosing to just take Jungkook out to a movie of his choice, and then bringing him to one of his favorite places to eat—a nice little diner with good food that’s inconspicuous. He often meets with people here when he needs to discuss things, and thankfully Jungkook seems to enjoy himself.

They talk about themselves to each other. Jimin learns that Jungkook graduated recently, and that he works at a small company producing music and covering songs, but his main income currently comes from a youtube gaming channel that he runs.

Jimin tries not to talk much about his job. Instead he prefers to talk about his interests, and how he used to want to dance, but ended up graduating with a degree in business instead. He tells Jungkook that he inherited his father’s business, and that it takes a lot of his time but that he wants to set aside as much for Jungkook as he can, if things work out.

Miraculously, one date leads to another. And then another, and then another after that. Over the next two weeks they go out several times, and spend even more time than that texting each other.

Jimin finds himself falling all too quickly, and he hates himself for it, just a little.

Because he can tell that Jungkook really likes him too, and he wishes that weren’t the case. He knows something is going to go wrong; no matter how much time he spends with Jungkook, holding his hand in public, making out with him in his small apartment—he knows that this won’t last forever.

Namjoon tells him that if he doesn’t want Jungkook to leave, that he’s going to have to tell him the truth sooner or later. Jimin agrees, but he just—he can’t tell him. Not yet, when they’re still getting to know each other. When things are just starting out and it’s going so well and Jungkook looks at him with stars in his eyes.

Jungkook is so beautiful, and Jimin doesn’t want to taint that beauty. But he will, if he stays. He will, if he tells Jungkook and for some miraculous reason, Jungkook stays.

He just can’t help himself. He’s more addicted to Jungkook than his clients are to their drugs. Jungkook is his drug, his opioid, his little pinprick of light in the horrifically dark life that he leads. He doesn’t want to lose that.

Can’t stand the thought of Jungkook looking at him in disgust or horror when he learns the things that Jimin has done.

So he keeps meeting up with Jungkook, and kissing him, and falling in love—and he doesn’t tell him. Not yet.

Later, he tells himself.

He’ll tell Jungkook later.


 

Later comes far too soon.

They’re on a date, coincidentally at the same small restaurant that they went to on their first. Jimin is looking forward to good food, better conversation, and possibly taking Jungkook home for the night later—and then he gets the text.

 

From: Hoseok

I don’t like the signs I’m seeing for this next trade. You need to get down here before our clients do.

 

He reads it, then curses. Jungkook gives him a worried look.

“It’s work,” Jimin groans. “I need to go in. Like, right now.”

Jungkook is clearly disappointed, but he nods. “Can I still see you tonight?” he asks, hopeful.

Jimin considers for a minute, then nods. “I don’t see why not. I’ll probably be home late, but if you can come by around ten thirty, then you’re welcome to stay the night.”

“I’d never say no to a night with you,” Jungkook says playfully, just a little bit suggestive.

“Good. I’ll need plenty of kisses to take my mind off of whatever’s going on at work when I get back,” Jimin says, standing. “I’m gonna run. Hoseok is telling me I’m needed like, five minutes ago.” He throws some bills down on the table. “Just leave whatever is extra as a tip.”

And then he’s gone, slamming the door to his car and cursing again as he turns on the ignition. He doesn’t like when his job interferes with his time with Jungkook. They may not be officially boyfriends, but Jimin had wanted to ask him out today. Now he has to deal with whatever bullshit is going on with Hoseok.

It’s irritating.

Thankfully, the location isn’t too far away, and Jimin parks his car a few blocks away before making his way towards where Hoseok waits for him in his own car—one significantly more nondescript than Jimin’s.

“How long do we have?” Jimin asks, accepting the handgun offered to him. He’s not the biggest fan of guns—there are more effective ways to get a point across—but they’re definitely necessary in situations like these.

Hoseok shrugs. “Not long,” he says. “Hopefully we can just stay in here, watch the trade, and nothing will happen and you can go home to your boyfriend. Worst case scenario, our men are taking more than their share, and we’ll need to intervene.”

“We need to find a more efficient way to deal with these issues,” Jimin grumbles. “I can’t be putting bullets into everyone that tries to steal from me. It’s tiring.”

“Let me know when you find a better way to be one hundred percent certain that these people won’t try again. You have to admit that this is the most time and cost effective way.”

Hoseok’s right about that, at least.

It’s only about half an hour before people start to show up at the meeting point. First it’s the clients, two men leaning against a wall with a backpack between them. Jimin hopes that they have more men waiting elsewhere, watching from the shadows—they’re complete idiots if it’s just the two of them.

Jimin sees his own men a few minutes later. Three of them hang back, more or less in hiding and out of earshot as the one in charge of this particular run approaches with his own backpack. It looks exactly the same as the one the other pair has.

They greet each other, shake hands, and exchange the backpacks.

And then what Jimin was hoping he wouldn’t see happens. They both open the backpacks in their hands. One takes out a wad of cash, the other a few baggies of white powder—cocaine. They trade, and then part ways—one with less money than he should have, but several bags of coke  that he shouldn’t.

He joins his men again, pulls out the coke and splits the bags between the four of them.

“God damn it,” Jimin says.

Hoseok curses as well. “I thought they were just taking more than their cut,” he says. “Not the drugs themselves. Fuck. They’re having clients order more than they really need so they can steal our drugs.”

Jimin sighs, and flicks off the safety of his gun. “Time to go get them back.”


 

It doesn’t go as well as Jimin would like. Four against two isn’t the best odds, even if you have the advantage of surprise. It’s no wonder that Jimin ended up shot in the thigh.

By a bit after ten at night, he’s back at his apartment with a bloody rag pressed to his bleeding thigh, Hoseok shifting through his cabinets to find some alcohol to pour on it while they wait for Seokjin to arrive with actual anesthetics and hopefully to dislodge the bullet and stitch things back up.

“Is this okay?” Hoseok asks, holding up a bottle of brandy.

“That bottle cost me an arm and a leg,” Jimin says. “You’re not going to fucking waste it by pouring it on a bullet wound.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. “It’s going to cost you a literal leg if you don’t get the bullet wound disinfected,” he shoots back, picking up another bottle and looking at the label.

“That one’s fine,” Jimin says. “Go ahead and use that.”

“This is your fault, you know,” Hoseok tells him as he kneels next to Jimin, pulling the bloody rag away to reveal the bullet wound. It’s nasty looking. “You should have some actual disinfectant around here.”

He pours the alcohol without warning, and Jimin hisses.

“Son of a bitch , that hurts,” he manages through clenched teeth. “And I usually go straight to Seokjin’s when I catch a bullet. It’s not my fault that he wasn’t home.”

There’s a knock at the apartment door, and Hoseok looks over. “That should be him. I’ll be right back.”

He takes the rag with him, so Jimin just closes his eyes and clenches his teeth without having anything to use to put pressure on the wound. He hears the door open, and then—

“You’re not Seokjin.”

“You’re not Jimin,” Jungkook’s voice says, and the panic that wells up inside Jimin is immediate. “Is that—is that a bloody rag?”

Jimin looks over just in time to see Hoseok hiding the rag behind his back like a guilty moron, and he groans.

“You’re Jimin’s boyfriend?” Hoseok asks, voice pitched in vague panic.

“Yeah, he said that I could come over tonight,” Jungkook says, eyes narrowed at Hoseok in vague suspicion. “Is something going on?”

He looks further into the apartment, then smiles when he sees Jimin. Jimin feels vaguely sick.

“Hey, Kookie,” Jimin offers faintly.

The smile on Jungkook’s face melts into horror as he notices the bloody mess in Jimin’s thigh. “Holy shit, what’s going on?” He pushes past Hoseok easily, sliding to his knees next to Jimin’s chair. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Jimin can see Hoseok slipping into another room out of the corner of his eye, and he’s simultaneously thankful and ready to shoot something. Someone. He’s not sure yet.

“Jungkook, I need you to listen to me,” he says, ignoring the way Jungkook frantically looks over him, trying to see if he’s injured anywhere else. “I got shot.”

“Shot? What the fuck? Who shot you?”

“One of my men.” He takes a deep breath. “Jungkook, I’m not a CEO. I do own a small business, but that’s not where my real income is from. I’m mafia. That’s the position I inherited from my dad. And it’s dangerous sometimes. Someone was stealing from me, and I needed to make sure it didn’t happen again. I got caught, and then I was shot by consequence.”

Jungkook scoots backward, eyes wide, and Jimin hates the way he suddenly seems guarded— afraid. “Mafia? Like, a drug dealer? What the fuck, did you shoot someone?”

“I mean, someone shot me, too—” Jimin tries, but trails off at the venomous glare that Jungkook gives him.

“You’ve hurt people, Jimin. What the hell? Why wouldn’t you tell me? That’s—that’s wrong. It’s awful .”

Jimin can feel the way his throat is already starting to feel like he’s got something stuck in it, like he’s on the edge of tears even though he promised himself that he wouldn’t cry when this finally happened. “I know I have, Jungkook. You know I wouldn’t hurt you though, right? I’d never.”

“Do I?” Jungkook laughs and shakes his head, humorless. “And that doesn’t change the fact that you apparently wouldn’t hesitate in hurting someone else. For what, stealing?”

“They’d do it again if I didn’t stop them.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Jungkook rises to his feet, shaking his head. “I should have never come here tonight. I should have—should’ve never spent the night with you.”

“Jungkook, please—” Jimin says, desperate, and he’d get out of his chair and try to pull Jungkook into a hug if it weren’t for his fucking bullet wound, if it wouldn’t have him sprawling onto the floor in pain instantly. “Don’t say that.”

“Don’t contact me again, Jimin,” Jungkook says quietly. “Please. I just don’t want any part of this.”

And then he’s gone, and Hoseok is quietly walking back into the room, looking at the door that Jungkook had slammed shut behind him.

“I’m sorry, Min,” Hoseok offers softly.

Two weeks hadn’t been enough, and now Jungkook was gone. Forever.

He’ll blame the tears trailing down his cheeks on the pain of the bullet in his leg later. For now—he grieves.


 

The next few days are pretty miserable. Jimin is stuck mostly in bed, not able to put weight on his leg without white-hot pain shooting through it. As a result, he’s stuck just thinking about things. About Jungkook, and how he lost him before he was ever able to even officially call him his boyfriend.

So he asks Taehyung to trail Jungkook for a few weeks, to keep an eye on him and make sure he’s okay. That he doesn’t get into any trouble now that Jimin isn’t in contact with him.

Jimin has enemies, and he doesn’t want anything happening to Jungkook because of him, even if they’re not together anymore.

Other than that, he spends the next several days sulking until Seokjin tells him that he’s good to go and Hoseok is free to drag him around as long as Jimin keeps his leg wrapped.

Hoseok tries to keep him occupied. They make a plan with Namjoon to hopefully prevent future acts of theft from happening. They also go out several times—for drinks, meetings, or whatever else. Jimin appreciates it. He really does.

He just also really misses Jungkook, no matter how much he pours himself into his distractions.

Essentially, things are terrible. And then, around a week or so after they stop seeing each other—they get exponentially worse.

He’s in the middle of his third push-up set for the day when his phone rings. He grabs it thankfully, grateful to rest his not-quite-fully-healed leg in favor of answering the call.

“We have a problem,” Taehyung says as soon as Jimin’s got the phone up to his ear.

The words put him on edge immediately. “What happened?”

“Jungkook is missing.”

And there it is; the words that cause his heart to leap into his throat, that make him take measured breaths to prevent himself from losing his temper. Or crying. At this point, it might just be a tossup.

“What do you mean, he’s missing?”

Taehyung sighs over the phone. “He got jumped on his way home from work. There were way too many of them for me to intervene, Jimin. These guys weren’t fucking around or risking anything, so I just tailed them instead. Lee has him.”

Jimin hisses in a breath. Lee’s boys were the ones who were helping his men steal the drugs by ordering more than necessary. He had Hoseok send some men to make sure that they wouldn’t be pulling any bullshit like that again—clearly, Lee found a way to retaliate. It doesn’t help that Lee has always hated Jimin; hated how much power he holds over the city despite how young he is, hated the fact that Jimin almost always has the upper hand over him.

He must have had someone tailing Jimin for the past several weeks to find out about Jungkook, to realize that despite having nothing to do with the less-than-savory parts of Jimin’s life, he means something to Jimin. And now Jungkook is paying the price for Jimin having been too goddamn dense and stupid to notice.

“We have to get him back,” Jimin says quietly.

“Lee won’t let him go easily,” Taehyung responds. “He’s going to want compensation, bribes or cuts of our profits—”

“I’ll fucking figure something out,” Jimin cuts off, voice harsh. “If Jungkook gets returned to me with even a goddamn hair out of place, I’ll destroy Lee.”

“Somehow I think you’re going to destroy him no matter how put together Jungkook is when you get him back,” Taehyung says, sounding vaguely amused.

“You know me too well,” Jimin grins. “He’s not going to get anything from me. Not after what he’s trying to pull. Not after threatening Jungkook.”

Jimin will pull him and his dirty fucking following apart with his bare hands if he has to.


 

Jungkook can’t be sure how long he’s been here, tied up to this chair in a warehouse like some kind of cliche movie scene. It’s been hours at least. He’s had to listen to gloating from a man that Jungkook doesn’t recognize, something about finally managing to get the upper hand on Jimin.

Jimin.

A name he hasn’t heard in days, and one he’s desperately tried to stop thinking about—and failed.

And now he’s sitting here, waiting for the man that he’s broken up with a week ago to come save him, if he even will. He’s hoping he would; he thinks he knows Jimin well enough to say with confidence that he’d come to save him—but he’s scared anyway. Because Jimin might hold enough of a grudge to not find it worth it to help him.

It’s been hours, and Jungkook is beginning to truly become afraid. He’s hungry, his face hurts from where he was hit for struggling, and far too cold inside the warehouse, and he really doesn’t want to have to spend the night here.The only good thing about being stuck here with absolutely nothing to do and no one to talk to is that he’s had time to think.

He’s thought about a lot of things, Jimin being the thing he’s thought about the most. Jimin, his job, and how exactly Jungkook feels about it.

He knows he doesn’t like it—it’s wrong, and the things that Jimin has done are terrible—but that hasn’t stopped him from feeling for him anyway. God, he feels so much for him.

He’s startled out of his thoughts by a distant shout, and a clang. The two guards in the room perk up, swinging around to face the door with their guns in hand.

There’s silence, for a bit.

And then the door opens, and Jimin is there.


 

Getting Jungkook out had been easier than expected. Lee had been careless, too proud of himself and betting on the assumption that Jimin didn’t yet know Jungkook was missing and in his possession. It only took a request to meet to remove Lee from the warehouse where Jungkook was being kept, and the remaining guards were taken down cleanly and quickly.

It was a bit sad, really, how pathetic of a reign Lee tries to keep over his men. But Jimin is thankful, because he only has to shoot three men before he’s found the room where Jungkook is being held, and then he only has to shoot one more while Hoseok takes care of the other.

He lowers his gun, and Jungkook is looking at him with wide eyes. He looks surprised, and scared, and almost a little bit relieved no matter how much Jimin tells himself that he can’t get his hopes up for any sort of gratitude. As it is, he’s just killed a man in front of Jungkook. He shouldn’t expect a thanks, or even anything more than disgust.

Jimin approaches Jungkook quickly, kneeling down behind him and pulling the knife from the strap on his belt to cut through the binds on his hands, and then moving to work on both feet. He’s freed quickly while Hoseok guards the door, and Jimin can’t help himself.

“Are you hurt too badly?” he asks quietly. There’s a nasty bruise on Jungkook’s cheek, one that looks painful, and Jimin promises himself that Lee will pay for this.

Jungkook takes a shaky breath, shakes his head—and then throws himself off the chair in order to drape his arms around Jimin’s shoulders and tuck his face against his neck.

“Thank you,” Jungkook breathes. “I was hoping you’d come for me.”

Jimin easily wraps his arms around his waist, holding him close and kissing the side of his head. “Of course I did,” he says. “It’s my fault that you’re here in the first place, and you wanted no part of this. I wasn’t going to leave you.”

“I left you. You could have done the same.”

“I hate to interrupt, but this is going to have to finish back at the penthouse,” Hoseok chimes in, still posted at the door. “I don’t want to wait here until reinforcements arrive.”

“Fuck, okay,” Jimin says, and pulls Jungkook up. “Do you mind if we take you to mine first? I just want to make sure you’re okay tonight. That no one is going to try to target you again any time soon.”

“That’s alright with me,” Jungkook says. “Let’s go.”

They leave behind the two dead guards and the chair with the cut restraints pooled around it’s legs. Jimin hopes he never has to see anything like this situation involved with someone he loves again.

Someone he loves. He hates that he can say that in his mind, especially when he knows it’s true.


 

They enter the apartment alone—everyone else had other responsibilities, things that they need to do to ensure that they’re not hurt by Lee’s retaliation. It makes Jimin uneasy, not really wanting to spend the next several hours (days?) in Jungkook’s presence; not when the last time he saw him was because Jungkook was breaking things off with him.

It’s Jungkook who breaks the vaguely awkward silence between them.

“I didn’t like being away,” he says quietly.

Jimin frowns. “I didn’t like you being away, either.”

“I hated it. I hate what you do, but I can’t hate the person that you are whenever we’re together. I hated how much I missed you.” Jungkook sounds frustrated, but Jimin is helpless to do anything other than listen. “I had a lot of time to think. Not just when I was captured, but before then, too.”

Jimin feels like he can’t breathe. “And?”

“I don’t want to have to go back home after I’m safe if I’m never going to see you again,” Jungkook admits. “I don’t ever want to be a part of any of this—not more than I have to be, but—” He takes a step towards where Jimin stands, reaches up to brush his fingers over Jimin’s cheek. “I want to try again. No secrets, this time.”

“You’d do that?” Jimin is in disbelief, eyes wide. “You’d consider trying this again?”

“I’ve already considered,” Jungkook laughs. “I’ve made my decision. Do you need time for yours?”

“Absolutely not,” Jimin says, and closes the distance between them.

Jungkook doesn’t push him away. Instead, he kisses back, lips warm and needy against Jimin’s—it’s easy to see how he missed the kisses as much as Jimin did. He leans into Jimin, hands fisting in his shirt as he presses close, tasting, taking.

They stumble into Jimin’s bedroom together, breaking out into laughter when Jimin trips and falls back against the bed, pulling Jungkook on top of him. He pushes himself fully up, giggling as Jungkook scrambles to straddle him and connect their lips in another kiss, not wanting to be parted for more than a second.

“Maybe,” Jimin speaks between kisses. “Maybe we should wait until we’re more sure about this?”

Jungkook just laughs again, voice breathy and beautiful as he does. “If you want to wait, sure. But I really, really want to taste you again. I’m sure.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course.”

Jungkook helps Jimin out of his shirt, and then pulls off his own before pressing close again. Jungkook’s body is warm against Jimin’s, and Jimin runs his hand down Jungkook’s back just to feel the way he arches, listen to the way his breath catches at the soft touch.

Jimin caresses Jungkook’s thighs over his jeans, thumbs dipping inward to tease at the more sensitive skin as he kisses against Jungkook’s jaw, leaves marks on his neck. “You said you wanted to taste me, baby?”

Jungkook nods eagerly, hair tickling Jimin’s ear as it brushes past it. “I do.”

“Think you’d like to eat me out tonight, then?”

Jungkook whines. “Please.”

“Sure, baby. Just help me take these pants off.”

Jungkook leans in quickly, fingers playing against the skin just above the waistband of Jimin’s pants while he kisses just above the button, breath warm against Jimin’s exposed skin. He kisses along the waistband, tongue tasting, hot and warm and oh so good.

“You feel so good, Kookie,” Jimin breathes quietly as Jungkook kisses. “Love the feeling of your lips on my skin.”

“Love kissing you,” Jungkook’s lips move against Jimin’s skin as he speaks. “Never wanna stop.”

“Then don’t. But hurry up, baby. I won’t be patient forever.”

Jungkook tugs Jimin’s pants off quickly afterward, pulling his underwear off directly after. “God, you’re gorgeous,” Jungkook breathes.

A hand closes around Jimin’s length, already hard because he can’t help it, not when Jungkook is so gorgeous on top of him, not when he finally has him back. He groans when Jungkook’s lips part around the tip, when he takes it into his mouth and hums deep in the back of his throat, satisfied.

He’s beautiful between Jimin’s legs, lips stretched around his cock and sucking like there’s nothing he’d rather be doing.

But it’s not what Jimin asked of him—not yet.

He buries his fingers in Jungkook’s hair, tightening them and listening to the way he whines. “Are you gonna keep sucking me off like that’s the only thing you know how to do, or will you finally go down and eat me out? Last chance, Kookie.”

Jungkook pulls off of Jimin’s length with a soft pop, a slick strand of spit connecting his bottom lip to the tip of Jimin’s cock. He presses a kiss, and it’s cute—Jimin smiles at the action, ruffling Jungkook’s hair a bit.

When Jungkook finally flattens his tongue over his hole, warm and wet—it’s good. Jimin leans back into the pillows, wrapping his free hand around his cock while the other one holds Jungkook in place, eyes closed to focus on the sensation of Jungkook’s tongue on him. Jungkook grips his thighs as he works to eat him out, fingers digging into skin in a way that Jimin hopes will leave bruises later.

He wants the reminder that Jungkook is his, that he’s here to stay.

Jimin moans as Jungkook’s tongue pushes into him, as Jungkook’s thumb rubs at his rim teasingly. He eats Jimin out like he’s starving, like there’s nothing he’d rather be doing than laying on the bed with his head between Jimin’s legs, sucking on his rim to pull more moans from his lips.

Every time Jimin tightens his fingers in Jungkook’s hair, he whines, pushes closer as if he’s worried that Jimin is going to pull him away. Jimin opens his eyes to watch the way Jungkook strains to eat him out well, how he grinds down on the mattress because he’s turned on by Jimin’s moans.

“So cute,” Jimin breathes, squeezing himself tighter. “You’re that turned on by eating me out? Adorable.”

Jungkook trails kisses to the inside of Jimin’s thigh, bites the skin there and sucks a pretty mark just over where he’d been holding. “‘M always turned on by making you feel good.”

“How about you get up here and fuck me, then? That’d make me feel good.” He lets go of his length after thumbing over the tip one last time, smearing precome down his length. He’s so hard, so turned on just by Jungkook’s tongue and he loves the feeling, loves how much he wants .

The flush on Jungkook’s face is gorgeous. “I’ll do that.”

Jimin passes Jungkook the lube, shivering when wet fingers press against his already spit-slick hole. The first finger slides in easy, pressing deep and it’s almost as good as the amazed look on Jungkook’s face as he watches his finger push in, like he can’t believe it’s happening.

“Come up here and kiss me, baby,” Jimin says softly, and Jungkook complies easily. He presses close as he kisses Jimin, lets Jimin fuck into his mouth with his tongue the same way that he fucks into Jimin with his finger, and then a second one.

“Fuck, I love your fingers in me,” Jimin groans, pressing his face against Jungkook’s neck. “You feel so good, you know that?”

“I’ll make you feel better when I fuck you,” Jungkook rasps, and Jimin almost tells him to pull his fingers out so he can sit on his cock now .

“Patience,” he croons instead, kissing Jungkook’s neck and sliding his hand up Jungkook’s chest to smooth a thumb over his nipple. Jungkook jolts, lips parting in a quiet moan. Jimin loves how sensitive he gets. “I wanna be nice and open for you first.”

The third finger is tight, making Jimin hiss as Jungkook pushes it inside. His body gets used to it quickly, though; it’s not long before Jungkook is fucking his fingers into him quickly, stretching him out and rubbing the pads of his fingers against Jimin’s prostate every now and then.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” Jungkook breathes against Jimin’s hair as Jimin leaves kisses and marks along his collarbones. “Missed you so much while we were apart.”

Jimin huffs a quiet breath. “You missed my ass the most?”

“No. I missed you fucking me the most.”

Jimin slaps his shoulder, then clenches down on Jungkook’s fingers as he twists them inside of him, hard and fast. “ Fuck .” His cock twitches against his stomach, more precome dribbling from the tip and he needs Jungkook inside him now. “Okay. Come on, baby. I want you to fuck me now. I’ll fuck you later, how’s that?”

Jungkook captures Jimin’s lips in a kiss that’s far softer than the way he’s been fucking him with his fingers. “Anything for you. You know that.”

Jimin hates how much those words make him feel. Instead, he groans as Jungkook’s fingers slide out of him, leaving him empty and clenching on nothing. He doesn’t have to wait long until the head of Jungkook’s cock nudges at his hole, and Jungkook sinks into him nice and slow.

Jungkook fills himself up wonderfully, and Jimin can’t help the way that he clenches down on his length as he bottoms out.

He doesn’t give Jungkook a chance to catch his breath. Instead, he wraps his thighs around Jungkook’s waist, arms looping around his shoulders to pull him closer and whisper against his mouth. “Fuck me well, yeah?”

Jungkook nods desperately, kissing Jimin as he thrusts into him. He fucks Jimin hard and fast, thrusts that have Jimin moaning into the kisses that Jungkook gives him.

“Perfect, so perfect for me—baby,” Jimin moans as Jungkook fucks him, wrapping a hand around his own cock again, stroking fast and tight to keep up with the harsh way that Jungkook fucks into him. His stomach muscles clench as he moves, heated skin against Jimin’s own and Jimin thinks he could probably cum just from how gorgeous Jungkook looks as he fucks him, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he desperately tries to please Jimin, to fuck him well enough to pull the noises from his lips.

Jimin gives them to him. He moans as Jungkook fucks him, lets Jungkook take his place and stroke him in time with his thrusts.

It’s good, and Jimin never thought he would have this again, and he can’t help it when he fucks up into Jungkook’s grip, hips stuttering as he finally comes in spurts over his stomach. He clenches down as Jungkook thrusts into him again, moans turning into whimpers when he comes down from his high and into oversensitivity.

Jungkook tries to pull out, to just jerk off over Jimin’s stomach; Jimin doesn’t let him. He tightens his thighs around Jungkook’s waist and tells him to keep fucking him, that if he pulls out Jimin won’t be happy about it. It hurts in the best way as Jungkook chases his orgasm, thrusting desperately and throwing Jimin far into oversensitivity. He finally comes, slamming into Jimin harshly as he spills into him, biting down onto Jimin’s neck.

Jimin groans when Jungkook finally slips out of him, cum dripping out and causing him to wrinkle his nose.

Jungkook is adorable afterwards, determined to carry Jimin to the bathroom and draw a bath for him. They settle into the hot water together, Jimin leaning back against Jungkook’s chest while Jungkook rubs soft patterns into his thighs.

“This was a better idea than a shower,” Jimin says, turning his head to kiss Jungkook’s jaw. “Thank you.”

“I just wanna make up for lost time,” Jungkook says.

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Lost time? Two weeks wasn’t really that much.” Sure, it felt like forever, and Jimin had been certain that he’d never see Jungkook again, but still.

“I know. But I really like you. And I wanna make sure you know that I don’t plan on just running away like that again.”

The words fill Jimin up with warmth, and water sloshes as he turns around in order to straddle Jungkook’s thighs. He kisses Jungkook softly, sweetly, wet hand caressing his neck as their lips move together.

“Good. I plan on keeping you around for a while, baby.”

“And I plan on staying.”

They have plenty more to talk about, far more to clear up between the two of them, to discuss about Jimin’s job and their future. But for now—for now, Jungkook looks up at Jimin as if he’s his entire world.

Jimin knows that he’s looking right back in the same way.