Jungkook's Harley sliced through the slick road,the beeping growl of the engine echoed louder than the chaos in his head. The rain from an earlier drizzle still clasped to the streets,the wind lashed on his leather jacket,tugging at untamed strands of wet hair keeking from his helmet.
He wasn't in the mood to go home but rather in urgent need to think,get some fresh air because this whole deal was suffocating him, sucking the air out of his lungs, leaving him drained.The world around him,faded and obscure,lost in the blurriness of the city lights, bustling noise and dark shadows but his thoughts were mixed.
Drops of rain suddenly lashed on his helmet,an intense stirring in his stomach made him almost incapable of concentrating on the road ahead, troubling emotions and jumbled thoughts pestering his mind.
Minhun? In love? With some mysterious,wealthy man? And he didn't say a word? Not to them? His brothers? His best friends?Why? Why would he hide such a significant part of his life from them? Why hide it? They would keep his secret and help him.
He briskly shifted gear,fingers squeezing on the hand clutches and jaw tightened from anger and disappointment.Every red light infuriated him,every stupid horn a reminder that this wasn't just about a missing friend. It was more personal. A betrayal mixed with heartbreak and fear.
He trusted Minhun. He believed in his honesty. He thought they shared a unique bond beyond blood. Questions and more questions. Unanswered questions pricking his mind. Why couldn't he open up about something so important? Why such secrecy? And who was the person that sent him the anonymous note?Jungkook's mind was badgered with a million,unsettling, ambiguous questions he had no answers for.
When he finally parked his bike and pulled off his helmet,his face was drenched in sweat and drops of rain. His once bright and smiley eyes were now insentient,staring at nothing in particular. The stairs seemed longer,the corridor to his apartment felt bigger than usual,heavy under the weight of his discoveries.
He abruptly pushed the door open and as he walked in,Jimin turned his head to his direction. He was lazily lounging on their couch in an oversized, bright purple hoodie,a ceramic,white bowl of snacks resting on his chest,gaze locked on Jungkook's disturbed face.
" Hi." Jungkook lisped, dropping his key card on the kitchen table.
Jimin sat up,the corner of his eyes crinkled and forehead creased." Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you,idiot. You've been gone for ages! I thought something happened to you.And you look like someone who just discovered something horrible !"
" I met with someone." Jungkook casually replied, kicking off his black boots into the corner.
Jimin hummed in intrigue and immediately placed the bowl on the coffee table." What kind of someone? Do I know him? Kim?"
" No. It has nothing to do with him."The younger paced to the kitchen, opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of Soju and swigged it down his throat, slightly hissing at the taste."Promise not to nag."
" Sorry I'll try but it's not in my industrial settings."
Jungkook pulled a face and snapped his fingers."Concentrate! I got a note and a photo number this morning..under our door. I met one of Minhun's friends. An old roommate."
Jimin's eyes squirted."What? And you didn't bother telling me?" He swung his hands in the air."I knew this damn city would fuck us up!"
" Not the point, Jimin! He told me things I didn't know. None of us knew!" He rested his elbows on the counter,face wrenched,jaw grounded,his fingers pressing around the bottle.
Jimin tapped the empty space beside him,urging him to take a seat and Jungkook mechanically obeyed. The older understood he wouldn't like what he was about to hear so standing up wasn't a wise option.
" Minhun" Jungkook began saying,voice unsteady,hushed." was seeing a man. An older,rich man. They had a secret affair. And didn't bother telling us. Us god damn it! His closest friends."
Jimin blinked several times." Wait! What? You're fucking with me!" His jaw dropped,a line appeared between his brows but he was also foaming at the mouth. His mind was blown, utterly gobsmacked. " He never said he was gay! He was a woman chaser! Running after brainless bimbos with bigger boobs than braincells!"
" As it turns out, he liked it 'down- low'! It's trending nowadays!"
" It makes you wonder what else he kept from us." Jimin murmured through his teeth and he sounded pissed.
Jungkook took deep breaths and kept going."They met at a dinner party. Started dating in secret for months. Our friend was obsessed,in spite of the guy not wanting a serious relationship but that didn't stop him. He couldn't let go. They were in and out, always fighting and yelling at each other, he'd disappear for days and nights,come back acting weird. Distracted. Absent minded. Almost paranoid. Totally dependent on him. And the worst part is that we have no name,no address.. nothing. A phantom!"
Jimin gazed at him like he was trying to figure out whether this was some kind of a sick joke."Basically, you're telling me Minhun was crazy in love with a ghost?"
Jungkook nodded, wagging his shoulders."Whoever that man is, he's probably dangerous, Jimin."
The older trailed his fingers through his hair,then rubbed his face,his mind at a loss,a frail of fear embracing his body." I mean..damn! Minhun? He didn't tell us anything! I thought we were.." he snappishly paused, inhaling through his nose and banging his hand on his knee."Damn It! I knew something was off! Do you think this guy,the mysterious, rich dude,is behind his disappearance? Maybe " he began, biting his nails." Minhun threatened to go public about them and he found a way to get rid of him.. hush him forever."
" It crossed my mind." Jungkook's voice cracked slightly, slouching to the right side of the couch, legs squatting and fingers fidgeting."But it's the only real lead we've had in months. There's no record of him working at the club which we know for a fact because he told us. When we ask about him they either avoid the subject or look scared. I don't know what to think anymore."
Jimin's handsome face softened taking one look at his brother's worried expression,puckering his lips thoughtfully,voice calm and soothing when speaking." You okay?"
" Not really." Jungkook admitted. He frowned with a glazed look, unfocused eyes shifting as he gave a little shrug." I feel like I didn't know him at all. Like the guy we're looking for has nothing to do with the one we grew up with.We spent our childhood together,shared our secrets,dreams, worries about the future, faced hardships and..I can't shake the feeling that something horrible happened. That's he's.."
" Whatever it is, we'll find out. Nothing stays hidden for too long." He cupped his hand,gently caressing it." Listen,Kook. I loved Minhun too but perhaps we've been blind. Maybe we had idealised him.Just because he was smiley and carefree didn't mean he wasn't hiding secrets."
" What does that supposed to mean?" Jungkook's expression darkened while his doe eyes locked on Jimin's.
" I'm saying people have the tendency to do mindless,reckless things in the name of love. For obsession,for attention..seeking approval. You can't shut out that Minhun got into something..jimson weed! Got involved with the wrong man!"
Jungkook sighed, darting his gaze towards the window. The sun had hidden below the horizon,dusk taking its place. His reflection stared back at him,conflicted,depleted but blazing with sheer determination. He had made a promise not to quit, not to retreat and he intended to keep it,no matter the cost.
" I want to find this man..the one who swept him off his feet. Maybe then I can connect the dots and put some closure."
Jimin nodded,his hand still caressing Jungkook's." Alright. Then we keep going till we find out."
The younger one blinked a couple of times. His eyes hurt." You're in?"
" Of course I am! Ok, I might be the comedian in this bloody theatrical show but I'm not leaving you to play Poirot alone! You need your captain Hastings!"
A timid smile settled on Jungkook's lips."Thanks..Hastings!"
Jimin gave him an armful of hugs then smirked." But if this turns into one of those mafia film noir movies you fancy watching,I swear to God.."
" Yeah, yeah! You'll cancel my Netflix subscription!" It was meant to sound like a joke but unfortunately it didn't.
" I'll take your word for it!"
Jungkook popped up,stomach suddenly growling from hunger–he hadn't had a decent meal since forever but he was craving for something sweet this time to take away the bitterness in his mouth. He pottered to the kitchen, peeping inside the freezer for ice-cream but tough luck! They were out! The cupboards were next but unfortunately only chips were available. He huffed, grabbing a hold on his jacket and boots, heading to the door.
" Where are you off to now?" Jimin shouted, rolling his eyes." More hush-hush things?"
" To buy some ice-cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way."
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" Baby,you promise not to shout?" Jimin asked,all smiley while placing a piece of crispy pork belly in Yoongi's bowl next to his favourite vegies.His eyes were playful but his voice carried a heavy seriousness,kind of odd for the usually enthusiastic man.
Yoongi cropped up his head,fingers wrapped around the glass of cold beer." What did you do this time? One of your bright ideas gone wrong again? You know damn well how to give heart attacks!"
" Nope." Jimin shook his head." I didn't do anything this time. I'm innocent, I swear. Your heart is secure!" He flashed a beaming smile and slumped backwards, scratching his nape."Jungkook found out something about Minhun." He paused observing the slightly fretted look on his boyfriend's face." I know you said we should stop searching because it's dangerous but.."
" You chose to ignore me as usual." Yoongi finished his sentence. He gently left the chopsticks on his bowl." I'm listening. And this better be good,babe."
They were at their favourite Korean BBQ restaurant somewhere near river Han. An elegant,lively place with soft lighting casting light shadows on the tables,creating a welcoming environment, comfortable seating, friendly stuff with a smile on their faces but above all the flavorful,appetizing food and the distinct scent of barbecue meat sizzling on the round grill.
Jimin leaned forward as if he was sharing a dark secret." Someone left a note for Jungkook under our door with a phone number. And you know how he is! He called and met one of Minhun's old roommates.He learnt that apparently our dear friend had a very hush hush affair with a filthy rich,older businessman,we knew nothing about. Hell we had no idea he was gay or bi! They met at one of those fancy, extravagant parties for the rich and famous and it was love at first sight. For Minhun at least!
" I'll be damned!" Yoongi blurted out, slouching to the right side of his chair,one arm resting on the top back." Didn't have a clue he was gay? You grew up together,Jimin. You of all people must have sensed something."
" You don't exactly write it on your forehead as a warning sign.It seems he didn't trust us enough to talk about his sex life! Makes you wonder what else he was hiding." He bit his bottom lip and continued." Anyway..the thing is their relationship was secret and the man wasn't into serious stuff. There were fights,jealousy, tantrums, yelling. At some point Minhun started acting weird. He'd disappear for days,was absentminded and then.. came fear."
Yoongi's brows pinched slightly,his foot rhythmically tapping on the shiny floor." Fear? What was he afraid of?"
" Yoon Soyun,the roommate, has no idea. He didn't even know that he was missing. He was in Paris for studies and just came back." Jimin explained,taking a generous sip of his beer.
"Or so he told you."
Jimin frowned." You think he lied?"
" Stop being so naive! You're blind as far as Minhun is concerned. A note? Out of nowhere? Under your door? And so it happens that Soyun just returned? I smell a rat,babe."
The younger seemed sceptical, rubbing his knuckles on his jaw." Jungkook is gullible,not me. He loved him so dearly,he chose to ignore the signs.I've always suspected something else was going on. A person doesn't just vanish on thin air without a trace or a damn good reason. I've told you he was the reason Jungkook refused to be adopted by the hyungs. They didn't want him,only us. They never liked him."
Yoongi's hand cupped Jimin's above the table."But you're reasonable and objective,not carried away by emotions. Do we have the name of the ' mystery lover'?"
" Nope. No name,no address. Nothing. Only the things I've told you. Probably one of those untouchable, notorious playboys."
Yoongi's eyebrows raised." That's not exactly unusual in this city. We've got plenty of rich playboys. Or married men with dark secrets and a double life." His jaw tightened,looking straight into Jimin's eyes." How is Jungkook handling this?"
" He's pretty shaken up. I mean I am too but it was harder on him. He thought he knew Minhun. And now he learns things about him that make him question everything and everyone."
Yoongi grabbed his glass, raised it towards the waiter for a refill. His mind was working overtime, trying to process the information but his face remained stoic. His instinct was warning him there was more than a secret affair with a mystery lover.
The silence between was deafening. Both dipped in muddling thoughts,up until Jimin spoke. " Say something. Anything."
" I'm thinking. It's a lot to take in." He gulped his beer, hissing at the coldness spreading in his lungs." If Jungkook wants to dig deep he's gonna need more than a questionable roommate,an older lover and a trail of bad decisions."
" You believe this is nonsense? That he's somewhere out there, enjoying his life with his lover,not giving a fuck about us? That he willingly disappeared?"
The older man sighed, first rubbing his jaw then tapping his fingernails on the table. " I think Minhun was living a double life. He had secrets, beyond his sugar daddy, he didn't want you to know. He's not as innocent as you take him for. And yes I can't rule anything out. Can you?"
Jimin's gaze stuck on the delicious meat sizzling on the grill, starting to burn but didn't move an inch." Who's gonna tell Jungkook? He'll flip,throw tantrums and stop talking to us if we say anything bad about Minhun."
" Then we don't tell him. We do our own research and then decide if we want to let him know."
Jimin's eyes blinked playfully,a smirk of excitement clung to his lips." Mmmm! I'm gonna be a double agent! Cool!"
The older man just shook his head from amusement." Bond, hold your horses! This ain't a fucken movie! You'll get into trouble if Jungkook finds out about our little conspiracy or something he won't like about Minhun!"
That wiped out the smile on Jimin's face. He knew Jungkook would be devastated to discover something he wouldn't like about his 'perfect ' friend." He'll never be ready for the truth, Yoongi." Jimin was now dead serious,the glee was long gone." Jimin threw a heavy huff as he dreaded even the prospect of them discovering more secrets." Then we rule out the lover's involvement?"
" No, we keep an open mind. If that man felt threatened by Minhun's presence, thinking he'll expose their relationship, it's a possibility yeah! Men with his position and power could easily make people disappear."
The younger one inhaled and exhaled, holding his chest." I really wanna believe this is a misunderstanding and Minhun will miraculously come back. I'd like to think he's alive.. somewhere out there. For Jungkook's sake."
Yoongi briskly stood up,pushing his chair backwards." Be right back. Got to take a piss. Too much beer." But he didn't go to the bathroom. Instead he slipped down the narrow corridor,found a dark, quiet spot next to the back exit,pulled out his phone and pressed number two.
It rang once before it was finally answered."Hey, it's me. I need you to do a little recon." His voice low and deadly serious,his eyes scanning the corridor to make sure he was alone." Kim Soyun. Yoon Minhun. Dig back as much as you can. I wanna know everything about them. Where they've been,who they were with. Financial state, romantic relationships. You understand."
A small pause on the other end of the line." Got it. Does it have to do with our case?"
" I wouldn't be surprised but..not sure if they're connected."Yoongi cut the call,stayed in the corridor for a bit longer,his expression arid and perplexed,wrinkles coating his forehead. Then he shoved the phone in his left pocket,turned around and headed back to Jimin.
The younger one was edgy and slightly miffed."What took you so long?"
" Long queue,babe." Yoongi plopped on his chair." Had to wash my hands too." He waves both hands to Jimin's face and he got a smile in return.
" I forgot I'm dating a neat freak!"
" Well make peace with it."
Jimin chuckled cutely, frisking his rosy lips."Can we change the subject? We're out on a romantic date and we spent it talking about distressed matters. Gimme a kiss!" He hunched forward, elbows on each side of the table as his right hand clutched onto the man's collar,pouting. He needed to forget,to take his mind off this whole case and focus on them.
" Babe wants a kiss? How badly?"
Jimin moaned, biting his lips." You have no idea how much!"
" Let's go home then. Now,before all these people watch live porn."
Jimin stood up, grabbed their jackets and Yoongi's hand, practically dragging him towards the exit,giving the man little time to react and leave a few bills.
Needless to say they barely made it to Yoongi's apartment…
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As the warm water was streaming down Jungkook's heated,tired skin, offering some sort of mild relaxation, his ears picked up a constant buzzing sound from across the bedroom. He chose to brush aside the distant,beeping noise and focus on finishing his shower and calming his nerves.
Tonight was yet another crazy shift, cramped behind the bar, listening to people complaining about their trivial problems,gulping down booze like it was water and offering a shoulder to cry on. Taehyung's absence was noticeable and unsettling, not appeasing his worries at all. He had caught himself continuously checking the door to see if he was coming. Guess what! He didn't!
He was avoiding him. It was clear. Perhaps he had gotten tired of trying to get him to bed and found a new boy toy or a brainless chick. Not a possibility he wanted to consider.The shower wasn't in the least bit helping. On the contrary, after an hour of soaking under the water,he felt like a fish! He would grow scales!
He got out of the shower, wrapped a grey towel around his torso and using a smaller one started wiping the drops from his hair,face and chest. One good look in the mirror in front of him,he pulled a face at his horrible condition. Pale skin,visible wrinkles spread across his flesh, hanging eyelids,red,puffy eyes as if he was crying for hours,dark circles and the corners of his mouth drooping.
He violently shook his head, feeling dizzy for a second and his phone started buzzing again until it stopped.He lazily walked into the bedroom and glanced at the screen. Two missed calls from Soyun. He didn't like the sound of that.
After sitting at the edge of his bed, stretching his aching legs, he grabbed his phone and called him back.
" Hey! Sorry I was taking a shower." Jungkook said the moment Soyun picked up.
" That's ok. I accidentally found a box of Minhun's old stuff inside the closet while cleaning the house."
" What kind of stuff?"
" Don't know. I didn't open the box. I thought you might want them."
Jungkook was already standing up,the towel was dropped on the floor and heading to his closet." Where are you now?" His voice was slightly trembling.
" At home."
"Send me your address. I'm on my way."
" Ok. See you soon."
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Jungkook,the second he stepped foot inside his apartment,dumped his things in a corner,sat on his legs,on the floor and started digging in the cardboard box. A pulse of curiosity mixed with fear, shot through him. The first thing he pulled out was a worn,black,leather jacket, faintly smelling of expensive cologne.. a rather familiar scent as he sniffed it and frowned.
Beneath a handful of photographs. Jimin,who had come out of the bathroom, joined him on the floor, leaning over the frayed box."Mmmm..what do we have here?" He grabbed a few of the photos." Our friend looks..very busy!"
The photos showed Minhun in different occasions and settings. Dimly lit parties, luxurious,hotel lobbies,rooftop gatherings with different men at his side. Some of them,young and handsome,others old and chintzy. In some he was laughing,in others his eyes appeared distant and bored.
" What the hell was he doing?"
" Who the fuck knows? Networking?" Jungkook guessed flatly,though his gut twisted with something that made his skin crawl.
" More like ' collecting men'." He joked, pointing his index finger at one of the handsome men Minhun was with,only to receive a menacing glare from Jungkook." Mystery lover?"
Jungkook slightly waggled his shoulders." At this point I can't rule out anything." He blatantly responded,the photo burning his fingers."What was he doing with all these men? Seriously!" He was strained of patience and needed answers before his mind started spiralling.
" Told you! They're part of his collection!"
" Not funny,shorty."
" Jungkook, none of these explains anything. Some forgotten,old stuff." Jimin dropped the photos in the box, leaning against the edge of the couch,legs stretched. He observed Jungkook still digging with dedication and for a brief moment he simply wanted to throw the fucken box out the window. Minhun had caused enough damage with his presence and his absence. He knew.Jimin knew Mimhun wasn't the innocent,kind and thoughtful person Jungkook believed he was.
He was hiding dreadful,dark secrets. A part of his life that he had deliberately kept under wraps and the vibe Jimin was getting out of this whole mess wasn't hopeful. But trying to convince Jungkook to give up on his search was impossible. He seemed deadset in discovering a truth that could or would break him.
Jungkook kept combing the box for clues. His doe eyes sparkled when he discovered a notebook under a few of folded shirts. He tossed them aside,with a sigh and the hope he had found something useful. The notebook's cover was stained and covered with that same familiar scent the rest of his stuff had.
He flipped through the crumble notebook,the pages whispering under his fingers but most of them had half-finished sentences,doodles, names, probably from hotels, dates with numbers. Jimin snatched the notebook, glancing through it, humming.
What struck him as odd were the bizarre symbols that looked like some sort of Chinese at the back pages of the notebook. His brows arched and as a nosy parker he couldn't help but wonder..Did Minhun know Chinese? One surprise came after the other. " Ok. This is either a code" Jimin said casually" or he had a stroke while writing it.."
Jungkook tilted his heavy head,lips curling in bemusement,mouth bitter as if it was steeped in vinegar. That scent,so familiar and distinct,was clung to him like a second skin. He couldn't shake off the impression he had smelled it before but he couldn't remember where or on who." This doesn't tell us anything useful." he spoke out loud, mostly to himself rather than Jimin.
Jimin crossed his arms on his chest." It tells us something was definitely off." He would have continued but the agitated look on his friend's expression stopped him. For now at least. Jungkook was hurt. Betrayed by the person he protected all his life.
As soon as Jungkook left, he photographed the pages and sent them to Yoongi. Jimin hated keeping secrets from Jungkook but it was for his own good. Yoongi had plenty of connections and perhaps his research would be more effective.
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That night at the club, Jungkook tried to push the box out of his mind and concentrate on work as usual but between the haze of the heavy music,the irritating perfume,the strong scent of booze and the muddling thoughts, the phone call that came made him edgier.
On top of that Aecha bombed him with calls and texts, insisting on meeting but even the possibility irked him. It brought shame in his soul,the secret of his lecherous fantasies about Taehyung tightened around his throat. He eventually promised to meet her soon as he couldn't postpone the inevitable.
" My room. Now."
Taehyung had reappeared, bossing him around after the radio silence for three long days and nights. He wasn't up to another encounter,another conflict and much less another lustful, tormenting encounter that left him needy, questioning his life's choices.
He lazily braced both palms against the counter, his head feeling heavy and primed to erupt but his heart was already jumping in joy at the prospect of seeing him again. He let Jimin know where he was going,the older smirking, wishing him ' good luck' and Jungkook sluggishly left the bar, ambling through the empty corridors,down the stairs, knocking on the door and without expecting a reply he walked in, shutting the door with a bang that was barely audible.
Taehyung was sprawled on the leather couch,legs spread wide,suit jacket open,a drink at hand and a smug staining on his lips. His lips. Those sweet, resembling a bow,lips that made him drool and haunted his days and nights.
" You're late."
" I was working. Not fooling around." Jungkook clipped,his eyes purposely darting away from the dominant,tall figure.
" You seem..stanger than usual." Taehyung hoisted himself up,stalked forward,each gait on purpose,the space between them vanished,their breaths mingled in the charged air, Jungkook drowning in the man's dominant presence.
The younger one coughed to clear his throat."Taehyung I'm not in the mood for your silly games." It came out hoarse,fire coursing through his veins, taking a step forward." Say whatever you have to say and I'll be on my way."
" I thought you liked games baby boy." Another small step, closing the tiny gap between them and Jungkook, was pinned against the wall with no apparent way out as the man's strong arms trapped him. Taehyung's gaze ranked over him,slow, deliberate with a predatory grace,fingers grazing Jungkook's jaw before trailing down his neck. Taehyung had noticed. Jungkook's crankiness was stronger than usual.
Fused heat flooded the younger 's bloodstream." Stop it. I don't want this. Not now." he muttered but his voice caught when Taehyung's thumb brushed the corner of his lips, toying with the piercing. Fire surged beneath his skin,muscles quivered in response,the urgency for touch consumed him.
Taehyung smirked." Liar."
Jungkook's hands went from clenched at his sides to resting on the older's hard chest with the intention of pushing him but once they touched the firm skin above the soft fabric,his mind turned blank." What do you want?"
" To test how easily I can still provoke you." His hand slid to Jungkook's waist,their bodies colliding,the blazing warmth of his skin seeped through Jungkook's tight,white shirt, muffling a moan by scrunching his mouth. The older's lips dangerously approached,almost touching the boy's now split mouth.
The next few minutes were a blur in Jungkook's mind.Taehyung's well calculated touches,his hand skimming his waist, his long fingers brushing the back of his neck, knuckles dragging along his right thigh. Each movement was designed to toy with his sanity.
Jungkook's palms scraped against the wall as Taehyung shifted him,his cheeks grazing the cold surface. He attempted to push back,to resist but the weight pressing into his spine robbed him of his strength alongside with the air and the scramble remains of his will.
Taehyung's chest rubbed against his spine,heat radiating through their clothed bodies. His hips buckled just enough to gently rub his cock on Jungkook's asscrack. His warm breath smashed the younger 's ear, giving him multiple shivers." You tense up like a cute, frightened bunny every time I touch you." he lisped,lips brushing his earlobe." But you refuse to run. You ask for more and more and more."
The younger 's fingers balled uselessly against the wall, knuckles straining white,pulse thundering in his chest from the unbearable friction on his ass. " Let me go." he forced out, internally scuffling at his weakness,voice trembling more with need than fury.
A cruel, satisfied smug spread across Taehyung's lips while groping the firm,round hip while his free hand slid up to the boy's jaw, gripping it tightly. He had every intention of using the effect he had over Jungkook to lure him,force him to accept what was pestering his mind for weeks. His hand trailed from his chin, higher above his head then down, deliberately slowly,over his forearm, teasing the line of his waist to his trapped cock, rubbing it until Jungkook shuddered.
" You have made it a habit to ask me to stop" his murmur was velvet and venom. His lower abdomen still pressing and ruthlessly stroking his hole,giving him a taste of what his cock would do when he finally thrusted inside and fucked him and his hand throbbed under the vivid twitching of Jungkook's cock while stroking it." But your body screams the exact opposite. It begs me to fuck you. Shove my cock in your tight hole and let you drown in ecstacy."
Jungkook was at a breaking point. His will to resist was crumbling down,his lips bleeding from the constant biting as a muffled sound of lust and desperation escaped him. His chest heaved trapped between the wall and the man's hard chest. Imitating Taehyung 's friction, his hips began moving,back arched,mouth cracked open." Yes..faster. Do it faster." he eventually broke down. What was the point of resisting when his only need was to be fucked? Mercilessly. Roughly. Raw.
His hands drew backwards,snatching Taehyung 's hips, grinding with lust,his cock panging and twitching, squeezed inside the tightness of his pants. The man's tongue,moist and warm,slithered along the younger's right cheek,to his lips, slurping but not kissing. It was Jungkook's turn to loll out his tongue,seeking a kiss,longing for Taehyung to devour him but was brutally denied as he kept teasing him."Admit it. Say how badly you need my cock. How badly you want me to fuck your slutty hole. How much you crave for my cock. Say it!" That kind of filthy talking didn't exactly tickle his fancy but somehow his brat was provoking it, coming out naturally.
Jungkook's breath was caught in his throat,mind fuzzy,gaze unfocused and lashes constantly flattering. His heart ready to break out of his thumping chest. His flesh burnt exactly where Taehyung's hand had touched. Humiliation and hunger colliding. Shame for wanting him so badly,fury for being weak and surrendering so easily but a pulse of raw, unthinkable pleasure overrode his logic. The harder he tried to resist,the more his body betrayed him.
His muscles tensed,not only from disappointment but mostly from wanting, bracing against an invisible pull. Breathing grew shallow at first then broke into unsteady, heavier exhales. He was losing this fight. He had to sell his soul to buy bliss.
" Please.. please fuck me. Fucken break me." he cried out , moans, whimpers wavered out his quivering mouth, signing his total, undeniable submission. If Taehyung kept attacking his ass, he'd cum on the spot.
" Louder. Say it louder." he ordered, continuously grinding his hard cock on the younger's hole,taming the excruciating lust threatening to consume them both. As much as he tried to stay unaffected and continue his master plan,having Jungkook trapped between his body and the wall, completely at his mercy, sniffing his scent, sucking in each lewd expression and erotic moan, begging him to fuck him,was a test– a harrowing test for his self-control.
The salacious thought of stripping him naked,kissing every inch of his divine body, plunging his cock inside that tight hole,felt more like a torment than a win. He nearly came when trembling words bled from Jungkook's lips, powerless to master his urges.
" FUCK ME!" a raw moan tore from his throat. At that point he'd do anything to feel that overwhelming thrill in his body. He was desperate and horny,starved for what he was denying for years, willing to swallow his pride, overcome his ego and take whatever was offered to him as long as it put him out of his misery." FUCK ME! I'LL DO WHATEVER IT GETS YOU TO FUCK ME! I FUCKEN NEED THAT COCK INSIDE ME!" The raucous words couldn't be choked back even from the piercing music, thundering the walls along with the buzzing in his temples.
Taehyung chuckled low, lips forming a leer of satisfaction at his victory. Jungkook was making it too damn easy and he had him cornered. That brat was gonna be his and only his! On a dime,he released him, stepped back, straightened his slightly wrinkled,white shirt and black jacket and stretched out on the leather couch,legs spread,eyes taunting.
The sudden absence left Jungkook shocked and disappointed. The need to finally experience the ecstasy he longed for was brutally snatched away from him, leaving him strained,ashamed and way too horny."You..why?" His voice sounded sharp but trembling." I'm a fucken game to you?" Tears welled up in his eyes but refused to cry in front of him only because that bastard denied him a mind-blowing orgasm or forced him to admit the truth he spurned to say even to himself.
" One thing you should know about me is that I hate sharing what's mine. If you want me to fuck you,if this makes you squirm" he spoke with a lazy smile, rubbing his cock and observing the lust coating Jungkook's flushed face." If you want my cock buried inside your fucken hole, breeding you,instead of jerking off alone in bed, fantasizing about this." He continued to stroke his painfully erected cock as Jungkook's hand automatically grabbed his shaft, rubbing it still pinned on the cold surface,eyes blinking." Then it will happen according to my terms. My way."
By all reason Jungkook should be fuming in fury rather than be ensnared by the fever of desire. He let out an exasperated sigh,eyes darting away from the source of his desire and temptation,heat flooding his skin,causing his chest to squirm and his throat to convulse."You're a bastard. Fucken unbelievable."
Taehyung sluggishly adjusted his golden cuffs, bestowing a pompous sneer." Then let's reach a mutual, beneficial agreement. You'll be mine and only mine and in exchange I'll take care of you. Your every need and desire.It only requires exclusiveness on your part."
Jungkook blinked once..twice" An agreement?"
" A contract."
Then he stopped breathing.